[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

The next morning, in the school cafeteria, Salas sat in the seat, waiting for Peter to bring breakfast.

Since he lived in the school, Salas has always been like other students, taking care of his own breakfast, lunch and dinner in the cafeteria every day, without any special treatment.

Fortunately, the school accepts quite a few wealthy families, each of which donates enough money to the school to fill the school cafeteria with five-star chefs—the school doesn’t dare to treat these rich families badly, so the school’s meals are quite good.

Although it is still much worse than Ah Fu's craftsmanship, but after all, he is going to school so he doesn't need to worry so much.

However, Peter prepared breakfast every day and brought it to Salas, and Salas just had to wait at the table, which was no different from when he was at home.

Today, Salas was waiting at the dining table as usual, enjoying Peter's service as a matter of course, while propping his head to see Peter's figure crawling around, thinking that Peter really deserves to be Spider-Man, with such flexible movements.

Then he thought how could Peter be so good at taking care of people?Seeing how caring he is, he will definitely be popular in the future.

While he was wandering, two people sat beside him.

"You didn't reply to my message yesterday." Lucifer asked politely, "Did something delay you?"

Salas wondered whether he should reluctantly get up and say hello to the other party in order to maintain the character, or should he simply express his dissatisfaction in consideration of Peter's repeated instructions to let him have less contact with the brothers and sisters?

When he thought about it, it was cute that Peter cared about his appearance, and he could insist on maintaining his character setting.

So I stood up and smiled politely: "I'm sorry, there was something wrong with my phone yesterday, and it broke suddenly. After it was repaired, there was nothing left in it, so I didn't receive your message. Do you have any questions?" Is there anything important?"

He looked at the other party sincerely, not at all guilty of deleting the other party's text messages yesterday.

Salas said that if the phone is broken, it is broken, and there is no way to verify whether it is true or not, so he can only accept this explanation.

Looking at the other party's appearance, it didn't seem like he didn't accept it. He smiled and accepted the reason that seemed perfunctory at first. On the contrary, it was his attitude that made Salas couldn't help but think about his attitude for a moment. Isn't it a bit inconsistent with his gentle and kind personality?

"It's nothing, I just got your message from Gary yesterday, so I want to say hello to you, and make an appointment to see if you are interested in going out with us this weekend. We just came to Gotham, and we are not familiar with many things. Find a native of Gotham." Gary was the roommate that Bruce, Salas, had chosen for Salas before, and he had no bad history within three generations. Since Peter came, he has been transferred to another dormitory, Salas I didn't pay attention before, but depending on the situation, he and Lucifer became roommates.

It's okay for Salas to have his phone number "sold out" by an ex-roommate, but he's not happy about spending his precious weekend time with a stranger.

He originally planned to politely say that he had other arrangements and couldn't go, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Peter running over with two dinner plates grunting.

Salas: "..."

Salas: "Of course, I'd be happy to be your guide."

Peter ran over quickly after seeing Lucifer, but just as he put down the dinner plate, he heard Salas say such a sentence.

? ?

Didn't you promise to stay away from us in the future?

He looked at Salas with question marks all over his head.

Lucifer said happily: "In this case, we will see you at the weekend."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Peter lightly as a greeting, and then left with his sister.

"Saras, what did you promise them?" Seeing the two people leaving, Peter asked quickly.

So Salas told Peter what happened just now.

"Peter, he extended an invitation to me very sincerely, and I really have no way to refuse." After finishing speaking, Salas added gently, "I think Lucifer is pretty good, he doesn't look like a bad person, He's just a guy who just arrived in Gotham, he's not familiar with the streets of Gotham, and he needs my help."

His expression was slightly embarrassed, as if he was really caught between his friends and new classmates and didn't know who to lean towards.

Peter: "..."

Understood, Salas is such a gentle and kind person, how could he detect the intentions of those with ulterior motives?Those people just love to take advantage of his kindness and innocence.

How on earth did Batman teach his son to be so innocent?Doesn't look like a Gotham guy at all!

Peter sighed, but he couldn't bear to blame Salas, how rare a character like Salas is in Gotham, so he could only say, "I'll be with you that weekend."

He made up his mind that he must protect Salas and his clean heart, and never let those conspirators succeed.

Salas smiled gently at Peter.

After breakfast, Salas rode the wheelchair into the classroom with Peter.

After a while, it was time for class. This morning's class was chemistry, which Salas was least interested in. It was not because he didn't like studying, but because he had basically studied the courses taught at school at home. I can't recall it and listen to the teacher again.

Especially the teaching teacher is an old man with a bad appearance - most of the chemists who have not become criminals in Gotham are not good enough to be teachers for Salas. Most Kochi are criminals.

Unexpectedly, they waited for a while, but the old man who taught them did not come, but a handsome young man with short hair walked in instead.

The short-haired young man seemed a little nervous. He pursed his lips and subconsciously wiped his nose with his hand. After realizing that the gesture was impolite, he immediately put his hand down, and then introduced himself: "My name is Dean Blu, I'm your... new chemistry teacher, your previous teacher can't come to class for a while, so I'm here to take over the class for a while."

He is tall and has a better figure. The muscles hidden under his clothes are not huge, but his shape is very beautiful. It can be seen that he has been trained.

Bisaras felt that he looked more like a physical education teacher than a chemistry teacher—he looked like the kind of person who would play with students.

Especially when he said the words that he is the new chemistry teacher, the tone of the pitiful tone sounded as if he was killing him.

"Pfft——" Salas seemed to hear someone laughing in front of him, but everyone looked normal.

He lowered his head slowly, and assumed the posture he usually used in class—from the perspective of others, he was studying hard, but only he himself knew that he was actually sleeping—since he was scared by a bat last time, He has been paying special attention to his rest recently.

Recently, there are many new faces around him, but he doesn't care too much about it.

He originally wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but he didn't know he was half asleep when he heard a loud explosion.

Subconsciously looking up, they saw their new teacher holding a glass bottle that had been blown up in half with embarrassment, while the students sitting at the front of the classroom were all squatting on the ground, protecting themselves with their hands.

Salas suddenly realized that the new teacher followed the previous teacher's class, so today's class is an experimental class.

But how did the teacher turn the lesson of simply looking at the properties of metals into such a blast lesson?

"Damn it." Dean walked out of the principal's office. He almost caused an explosion on the first day of class. He was thankful that he wasn't expelled on the spot. "Thank you, Cass."

After he finished speaking, a man in a brown long trench coat appeared beside him out of thin air.

With a light wave of his hand, those who looked at him with surprised eyes because of his sudden appearance all changed their eyes, as if they hadn't seen him, and went to do their own things.

Dean took a deep breath and walked towards his office a little angrily. While walking, he still didn't forget to scold: "Damn Sam, you insisted on me being some kind of chemistry teacher, but you ran out to play yourself."

"If I remember correctly, you asked to come here to be a teacher, Dean, but the only vacancy that this school can find at present is a chemistry teacher." Said.

Dean froze, unable to find words to refute him for a moment.

Of course he is not a chemistry teacher, he is a demon hunter, his real name is Dean Winchester, and the person he scolded just now is his brother Sam Winchester.

And the one next to him is not an ordinary person, but the angel Castiel from heaven.

Dean came to Gotham because he took a case. In that case, it was mentioned that an exorcism gun they had been looking for for a long time was mixed in a recent batch of goods in Gotham. The gun originally belonged to a demon hunter in the last century. Satan, the lord of hell, was once wounded. He was very powerful. The Winchester brothers, who had been devoted to the other demon, would naturally not let go of this weapon and came to Gotham immediately.

By the way, I met the angel Castiel who also came to Gotham. Castiel claimed to have received a mission from God the Father to come to Gotham to find two people, but he couldn't tell Dean who they were.

The missions of the two parties are different, and Dean will not force Castiel to say it, but since they have encountered each other, they can help each other.

So they formed a short-lived alliance.

As for why they came to Gotham High School, it was entirely because Castiel told them that they felt some strange smells in this school, which might be related to their mission.

Based on the principle that nothing can be lost, Dean and his brother Sam split into two groups. He entered the school and became a chemistry teacher, while his brother searched outside to see if he could find more clues.

Then came the explosion on the first day of school.