[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark held the steering wheel, and that memory was as clear as if it happened yesterday——

The faint sound of painful humming entered Clark's ears as clearly as thunder. Clark walked out of the bathroom in a few steps and walked into the corridor of the teaching building. The woods beside the building focus on the storage room in the southeast corner of the gymnasium.

Clark took a breath, and he cursed: "Damn it." Clark completely turned off the red solar pyranometer on his wrist.

The door to the storage room in the southeast corner of the gymnasium was closed tightly, with a thick iron chain wrapped around the doorknob, and a large black lock locked the chains together. In the storage room were neatly stacked four piles of green high-jumping armor. Falling mats, the pile near the door was scattered, and one of the high jump mats fell half a meter away from the door. On this green mat was curled up a naked/obese boy.

Clark recognized the identity of the little fat man curled up on the high jump mat at a glance. This little fat man was called Jack Cook, and he was a classmate in his biology class. In Clark's impression, Cook was extremely fat and wore clothes that always The oversized ones are loose and loose, but even so, the three big pots stacked on his stomach are very conspicuous.

Due to his obesity and the fact that white people already have well-developed sweat glands, Cook emits a strong and pungent smell of sweat as long as he moves around.But this little fat man is very clean, and he knows his situation, so he always prepares a large pack of mint wipes, and wipes himself from time to time.

The little fat man was a little shy. When someone talked to him, two blushes appeared on his chubby cheeks. He spoke in a soft, gentle voice, which was very popular with girls.Moreover, unlike those community boys, Cook loves to study. In March, he got the acceptance letter from Kansas State University.

Therefore, this little chubby guy who always smiles with his lips pursed is gentle and soft, and he is a cutie who couldn't be more real.But in the complex environment of high school, he is indeed at the bottom of the food chain.

At this time, the boy who always smiled shyly was naked, his body was covered with bruises, his hands and feet were tightly tied behind him by his torn clothes, and the tape on his mouth was pushed hard by him. There was a gap, but not enough for him to cry out for help.

The bruises on his body were beaten with a stick, pulled with a rope, kicked, and even stoned.

Cook just moved his body and struggled. The bruises on his body brushed against the rough high jump mat, and Cook couldn't help making a muffled groan.Two tears came out of the eyes squeezed into a slit by the fat, Clark's hands hanging around his waist tightened, and he ran towards the gymnasium without hesitation.

While running, Clark tried his best to calm down. Instead of running directly towards the storage room where the high jumping mats were piled up, he made a detour and ran into the indoor basketball court in the gym from the main entrance, and then took another exit of the indoor basketball court. Go through the hallway to the southeast exit.

Then, Clark stomped on the ground, deliberately so that Cook could hear his voice, and sure enough, Cook, who was tied up in the storage room, tried his best to whine vigorously, and Clark shouted: "Is anyone there? "

"Ugh... woo woo woo..."

"Oh my god, why are people locked up in the storage room!" Clark let out a cry of feigned surprise, and then shouted into the door: "Wait a minute, the door is locked, I'll go find a fire ax, give it to me!" You open the door, don't worry!"

"Hmm... woo woo..." Clark looked through the door of the storage room, and saw the naked little boy moaning almost in despair. Staring at the storage room door was filled with anticipation and fear.His appearance was too embarrassing and miserable. He wanted to be discovered, and he wanted to die alone in the storage room.

Clark ran away and back, holding the fire ax and the curtain he tore off. Clark raised the fire ax and swung it down. Stepping into the storage room, he shook the curtain in his hand, and the dark blue curtain covered the victim of campus bullying. Cook curled up, his eyes widened, but they were full of tears.

Clark walked around behind the tightly bound Cook, grabbed the back of the ax blade, and carefully cut off Cook's clothes that bound his hands, then his tightly bound feet, and then he cut the weak Cook helped him up. Cook wrapped the curtain covering his body with one hand, and lifted the other hand to tear off the tape that sealed his mouth.

Clark knelt on one knee in front of Cook, who was in a panic, and asked, "Are you... all right?"

Cook sat sluggishly on the high jump mat, with his head down, and replied in a muffled, nasal voice: "No, I'm not fine at all! Kent, I... what should I do?"

"Those bastards..." Cook let out a loud sob.

Clark raised his hand and pressed Cook's shoulder. Cook raised his head slowly, and Clark said, "Call the police."

Cook gasped a few times, buried his head deeply, raised his hands, the curtains slid down, and covered his face tightly with both hands, he sighed weakly and painfully, and said: "No Use it, Kent, it’s not the first time I’ve been bullied by those bastards, and last time I reported to the police, those people in the police station were all with those bastards, this time I..."

Cook let out a breath and said: "It turns out that they just robbed me of my money and used me as a sandbag, but this time, this time... they not only beat me, but also took off my clothes, tore my clothes, and threw me Tied here, if it weren't for you, I might starve to death here, just because I called the police last time."

Cook looks very miserable, but in fact, his current injuries are not enough to meet the minor injuries for criminal filing.

Clark stared at Cook, who was sitting limply on the high jump mat. The curtains only covered the key parts of the boy, while the rest of the body was covered with bruises and bruises. Cook was covered in sweat, and the tears on his face were mixed with sweat. Embarrassed, Clark knew exactly who the bastards Cook was talking about, and to be precise, who was the leader of the bastards.

Anderson Cavill, the only child of the richest Cavill family in the town, a domineering bastard who plays truant, fights, smokes, drinks, and races—this group of bastards is only one step away from criminals, but they are not able to Criminals punished by law.

Currently, Kansas does not have laws to punish school bullying.

Clark let out a long sigh. Cook lowered his head, unable to say a word. Clark wanted to do something, but he knew very well that there was nothing he could do.

Clark patted Cook on the shoulder, and said softly: "I'll take you home, Cook, you got the acceptance letter from Kansas State University, leave here, and the nightmare will be over."

"Well," Cook made a muffled nasal sound. He pulled the curtain cloth covering his body. The little fat man lowered his head and said in a nasal voice: "I... thank you, Kent, I... I think so too of."

Clark stood up, the little fat man lowered his head, and stared at the concrete floor beside the high jumping mat with inferiority. This kind of bullying/abuse/insult-like bullying behavior produces extremely negative emotions. Instead, he tries to avoid being bullied and resists bravely.

It's like a sunflower that has been collapsed by the rainstorm and still straightens its waist and faces the sun.

"Kent?" Cook called out dully.

"What's wrong?" Clark said.

Cook looked away, staring at the ants crawling by the corner, and said, "I still have a spare set of clothes in the locker, so that I can change after I get sweaty. Can you bring them for me?"

"No problem, wait for me here," Clark asked, "Where's the key?"

Cook still lowered his head and said, "I put the key in the gap between my locker and the ground, and I put my things in the No. 13 cabinet. No... No one wants to use this unknown number of cabinets." Clark couldn't help but sigh, it was obvious that Cook was ready to be bullied even by coming to school this morning.

"I'll get it for you," Clark said, staring at the circles in Cook's hair, "you stay here alone, don't do anything stupid."

Cook lowered his head, shook his head quickly, and said, "No, as you said, I'm going to college soon, how could I do something stupid?"

Clark looked deeply at the frustrated Cook, turned around and walked out of the storage room, and walked towards the teaching building. While walking, he listened to Cook's heartbeat. The little fat man let out a loud sob after he left The sound was like the howling of a lost animal.

Clark felt that his heart was like a heavy stone, but he couldn't do anything. With the education he received, he couldn't use methods that couldn't be put on the table to punish those bastards, and the existing laws couldn't do anything. The most disgusting thing about punishing those bastards is that the police inspector of the town has long since become the spokesperson of the Cavill family, and he has almost turned a blind eye to the behavior of the Cavill family children.

Clark walked to the locker, and he heard Cook's soft sobbing and the sound of wiping his tears. Clark took out the key from the gap between the locker and the ground, and took out the plastic key from the locker. With clean clothes in the bag, Clark deliberately slowed down, and he walked back to the storage room with the plastic bag.

Clark looked at the little fat man sitting on the high jump blanket with his knees bent. He was avoiding him. Cook wiped off the tears and sweat on his face. Clark put the clothes by Cook's hand and said, "I'm outside. Wait for you."

"Thank you," Cook finally raised his bowed head, his small eyes squeezed by fat, stared at Clark seriously, and said, "Kent, you are a good man."

Clark exhaled through his nose, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "I can't help you with anything else. If I pay more attention today, you won't be bullied by them."

The red sun watch radiometer made by Master Bruce was so good that Clark, who was playing basketball, didn't hear the bullying at all.

The little fat man's eyes widened, and he said, "It's a good thing you didn't hear, there are five of them. I'm fat, and they just bully people. If I cry harder, they won't attack so hard!" Cook said quickly He stretched out his hand, held Clark's wrist, and said, "If you come to help me, I'm afraid they will do it for real!"

Clark raised his hand, touched the top of the little fat man's wet head, and said, "Change your clothes, and I'll take you home."

"Yeah." Cook responded sullenly, watching Clark walk out of the storage room and closing the door.

The little fat man lowered his head, hugged himself and followed Clark lazily. Clark grabbed Cook's wrist, pulled Cook, who was inferior and cowardly, to the parking lot, opened the passenger door of his car, adjusted the After checking the passenger seat and the width of the frame, he gave Cook a slight push. Cook sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt without saying a word.

Clark got into the driver's seat and asked, "Where is your home?"

Cook raised his head, glanced at Clark quickly, lowered his head again, and reported the place name. The little fat man turned his head stiffly and stared out the window.Clark started the car. Clark held the steering wheel and looked ahead. He heard the heartbeat of Cook, who was leaning sideways not looking at him and staring out the window, slowly getting faster.

"Bang bang bang bang bang." Accompanied by a faster heartbeat, it was Cook who began to breathe heavily—Clark felt that Cook must have something unspeakable to hide and couldn't simply say it.

Clark looked at Cook from the corner of his eye, held back, and just when he couldn't help but ask, he saw Cook suddenly turned his head, and with a look of mustered courage, he took a deep breath and said : "Ken... Kent, in school, I... like you the most!"

Clark felt a question mark slowly rising on his forehead.

Clark's super brain was running fast, and what Cook said to him was full of sincere emotions. Clark worked hard to organize his words, rejecting a hurt and introverted, shy man between teenagers and Boy among youth.

The straight man who suffered a critical blow and the warm man who restarted slowly turned the steering wheel stiffly, stabilizing the car that had deviated by 0.1 degrees.

Clark turned his head slightly, and just opened his mouth, and saw Cook was a little anxious but mustered up his courage and said, "Don't say it, I...listen...listen to me!"