[Hunter] Private Meteor Street High School

More important than literacy classes, it is to fill the stomach.

The usual good luck of the hungry savior classmate once again patronized him. After an afternoon of hopeless searching in the garbage, he was lucky to find an unopened bag of potato chips.

Regardless of admiring the beautiful girl in strange clothes and the twisted words on the packaging bag and expressing some great opinions on it, such as which prodigal son would throw away the whole package of food, the disheartened boy carefully walked along the sealed bag. The sawtooth tore a small gap to prevent this precious resource from being eroded by the odor and water vapor in the air and softened and molded faster.

Squatting on the ground cherishingly squeezed out a thin piece from the bag, and after thinking twice, broke it apart and put the larger half back into the bag.

Although it does not seem to have the soft texture of expired food due to water absorption, and looks very fresh, it feels uncomfortable and powerless when chewed, as if eating a bread soaked in water.

Of course, the taste is not the most important thing. The most unbearable thing is the strange taste of potato chips. It is an indescribable taste. Although there is only a small piece, the whole mouth is full of disgusting stench, mixed with dryness and nausea There was a mildewy smell, and there was even the smell of sticky sweet corn that I didn't know whether it was an illusion.

Harry's tongue was attacked with such violence that he had to clench his teeth to keep from spitting on the ground.

This kind of torture lasted for about a century, and Harry finally managed to swallow these ghost things that represented calories, coughing unceasingly, trying to dispel the smell in his mouth. Confidently refreshing.

Well, his tongue and stomach were heroically sacrificed, but his nose was redeemed.What a deal.

Harry thought miserably, rubbing the physical tears from his eyes, believing he had set a world record.

Thanks to this bag of potato chips that probably have an anesthetic effect, the stomach that has been protesting loudly is now quiet and obedient and does not understand, making people wonder whether its tissues have died.He has no appetite now, and probably never will again.

The boy who survived, who finally escaped from hell, looked up and down the bag of potato chips, trying to find the production date to confirm that it had gone bad. Too much disparity.

It was another script he didn't know, and it was a little more neat than the children's scribbled symbols in the manual. It took Harry a long time to recall seeing it on the refrigerator label at Uncle Vernon's house.It was a refrigerator imported from Japan.

On the front of the bag is a happy-smiling purple-haired girl in ethnic clothing with wide cuffs, clutching a microphone.

On the back was a bewildering pile of writing, and Harry found the Arabic numeral twelve—perhaps that meant it had a shelf life of twelve months—and then he saw the same string of numbers on the press-fit seal.

1979.05.12

1980.05.12

Feeling dizzy for a moment, Harry stared at the numbers with wide eyes.It would be incredible if this was indeed true and not a typographical error.

So, it's not just as simple as being in a foreign land, but it's very likely that he has just been born or even hasn't been born yet? !

Merlin, Harry thought desperately.The last bubble of hope for rescue burst in my heart.

Who would go to such a barren place to save a child in its mother's womb?

Potato chip-induced sadness continued throughout the evening.

Immersed in what he thought was a melancholy blues atmosphere, the distracted savior didn't realize that he still had an appointment with the literacy class until he saw half the fiery red sunset turning half of the sky into brilliant orange.

The surviving boy rubbed his stiff cheeks that had maintained a silly expression for a long time, and walked towards the Seventh District Office reluctantly.

From a distance, I saw the old man wearing a cotton vest and swinging a broken cattail fan on the recliner. The weather was still a bit cold, so the old man's attire was undoubtedly very strange.

"Ah," the old man took out a pocket watch and squinted, "I'm going to be late."

Harry felt his face burn and coughed unnaturally.

"Go quickly." The old man pointed to a small door inside with the palm leaf, "If you go late, you won't get a good seat."

Nodding his thanks to the old man, Harry followed the instructions and walked into the door. It was a deep downward tunnel, and there were burning torches at intervals on the damp stone wall. Harry suddenly felt a silly feeling Intimacy.It is very similar to those deep and narrow corridors with portraits hanging in Hogwarts.

After a few turns, the eyes suddenly opened up.

It's like the dungeon where the Slytherin dorms are - he's been there in the Invisibility Cloak after young Malfoy - only bigger than that, and there are also several large basements connected by many short corridors .There is a large blackboard in each partitioned house, and there are many tattered tables, chairs and books. There are many shabby-looking chandeliers on the ceiling, but they are unexpectedly bright. There are unlit fireplaces here and there.

The people in the classroom were not disturbed by his arrival, they were doing their own things happily.Surprisingly, there are people of all ages, with little kids like Harry unremarkable among them.

This is more like a public place than a classroom.Harry thought wistfully.

In fact, his guess was surprisingly correct.

The savior slipped carefully past several men with fierce looks who were moving stools to play cards at a table, trying to find a vacant seat.This strange so-called literacy class really has all kinds of people, some look like street gangsters, some look like thugs, and there are even some graceful women who are more suitable for staying in the red light district and leaning on the class with a smile. on the table.

Harry was looking for a suitable position when he was suddenly caught by a long, thin white hand by the shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

The beauty in the bright red suit touched his chin with a smile. Harry's mind went blank, and he was frightened by the white and delicate skin at the very low fiery red neckline. His face was dull, and the women around him suddenly burst into laughter.

"Little baby," another woman with gorgeous makeup patted the hands of the red suit, pinching and kneading Harry's baby fat face, "What a good seed, do you want to go with my sister? Cute?"

"Go away, I hate it." The red suit jokingly squeezed her away with his shoulders, "Obviously I saw it first, you are necrotic."

The women half-covered their white and tender breasts dangling back and forth, the stunned savior finally came to his senses, blushed, found an opening to get out, and ran away in a hurry.The laughter behind him suddenly became louder again.

The panicked boy ran across the corridor to another classroom where there were fewer people. He spotted an empty seat and trotted down to occupy it.

The boy who survived being molested was lying on the table panting, those overly enthusiastic women are really terrible!

Calming down his heart that was jumping up and down and wanting to jump out of his chest, Harry looked around. This room was smaller than the one just now, but the area was still quite impressive, and the decoration was similar in everything.Well, it's a good thing there aren't any women as casual as those who just caught themselves.

Many people inside were bartering, exchanging a rusty knife for a small bag of brown sugar, exchanging a few bundles of copper wire for a hammer, etc., and some Zhengxiang who were sleeping on their arms , There are also some who are purely staring at the ceiling or the wall in a daze, and there are a few of them who are concentrating on reading.

No matter what the purpose of these people is, there are books on the table. Harry guesses it is a supporting textbook or something. He glanced at the wooden bookcase in the corner, and sure enough there are many covers that are the same, but there are differences in old and new. book of.

Harry was going to get a copy too, but the classroom suddenly fell silent, and everyone went back to their seats. A listless, skinny old man walked in with a dilapidated lesson plan. He started writing on the blackboard without any opening remarks. .

Harry hadn't had time to prepare yet, but he didn't dare to get books, pens and paper in front of the teacher. He could only look helplessly at the students who were obviously not young, tall, burly and clumsy, still squeezed between the tables and chairs. Open the textbook according to the teacher's order.

Looking around hopelessly, to see if he could find someone with a kinder face to read the same book, Harry poked at the front desk of his big man, who had been reading seriously from the beginning, the hideous, hulking back with a pigtail on the back of his head. The burly man looked back and smiled: "Is there something wrong?"

The savior boy was scared out of his wits and his scalp tingled: "It's okay! You, you go ahead, ignore me!"

The first battle failed, and Harry was hit hard.Taking advantage of the time when the teacher was turning the pages of the book, he sneaked a glance back and saw a boy who looked a little younger than him at the back table. , shall we read a book?"