greek gods in new york

03

If you want to save the old gods, you must first go to Harvard.

I believe you a ghost!

Zeus, that old and disrespectful guy, really can't let him in for a while, I should call the police!

Anyway, he couldn't produce legal evidence to prove that I was related to him by blood.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing, and opened my locker.

The next class is football class. I took out the sportswear from the closet, and I was still thinking about what Zeus said yesterday.

Not the part about the Chosen Daughter, but he said that my dad, God of War Ares, has the possibility of regaining his sanity.

If going to Harvard can bring my dad back to normal...

I put down my tracksuit, picked up my phone, and silently opened Google and entered "Harvard University Admission Requirements".

"Nicole—what, you want to go to Harvard?!" The locker next to it suddenly poked its head over.

"Wow!"

I frantically threw my phone into the locker: "Meryl, you're so immature for peeking at other people's phones!"

The short girl next to me raised a bright smile at me.

She glanced at the football shirts in my locker and curled her lips: "I still don't understand why you took football courses."

I muttered, "That's because I don't get into the cheerleading fantasy."

Meryl is the good friend Catherine used to threaten me.

The reason why we became friends is also very simple: she is my neighbor.

"Go to Harvard."

Meryl said seriously: "It's a good thing, Nicole."

I covered my face in embarrassment: "Don't laugh at me..."

Meryl: "Really."

She looked serious and blinked: "As far as I know, Changjie Middle School has a history of 40 years since its establishment. During this period, the admitted students of Harvard University—"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.

Meryl adjusted the frame of the mirror: "——not a single one."

I:"……"

Meryl: "If you can be admitted, you will be the first one in this school. Nicole, come on!"

Just hurt me!

Who would have thought that Meryl was small, with a round face, and a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of her nose. She had the good-natured appearance of a cute nerd, but she often opened her mouth with a bit of sarcasm and sarcasm.

The point is, she didn't do it on purpose.

But we both grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and we have long been used to it.

"I wouldn't have this kind of daydream," I retorted, "I just thought that in the movie I watched yesterday, the heroine was admitted to Harvard!"

If you want to get into Harvard, you must have good grades to the level of a genius, or you must have a family background.

what do I have?

The fact that one's father is the god of war and one's grandfather is the heavenly father doesn't work in human society.

"Storm Harvard Road?" Meryl asked.

"Yep."

Actually, I haven't seen it, but I still nod wildly.

Meryl subtly disliked it: "It's such an old movie, why did you—"

I couldn't hear what she said after her, and Meryl's soft voice was completely drowned out by the sudden commotion in the school corridor.

It happened to be the end of get out of class time, people were coming and going in the corridor, rubbing shoulders, the crowded and noisy environment was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then there was a hum of deliberate suppressed discussions.

Meryl and I couldn't help but shut up, and followed the source of the commotion.

Walking out of the classroom was a rather, rather handsome boy.

He is thin and tall, with black curly hair hanging down to his shoulders, covering his sharp face, with a pair of eyes with a faint light under the high bridge of the nose and browbones, as if the high cheekbones chiseled out by a knife are aggravated He originally had deep facial features.

Even a simple black coat and trousers can't hide his melancholy and cold temperament. Everyone is fourteen or fifteen years old, and the usual male classmates are basically happy silly boys, but he looks like a The prince who walked out of the inaccessible Nordic castle.

Yes, the Nordic castle, this aura, this face, is too much like a Nordic from Scandinavia!

"Wow……"

Even Meryl, who usually claims to only love paper people, also widened her eyes: "This is too exaggerated."

I looked at the tall boy in shock: "He looks like, like—"

Meryl: "Like Aragorn the Emperor in "The Lord of the Rings"!"

I continued to add: "It's still the 15-year-old version."

Before Meryl and I could continue our discussion, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the classroom next to the lockers.

"No way," the shadow directly bumped into me and Meryl, "You two nerds, also want to have sex with the new transfer student?"

If I hadn't reacted quickly and pulled Meryl, we would have been knocked to the ground by each other.

Here came some of Catherine's attendants.

The disadvantages of going to a nearby school are vividly displayed at this moment: everyone is a child from the neighborhood, who doesn't know who?It's good to always be classmates with good friends, but correspondingly, you can't avoid people you hate.

For example, the cheerleader Catherine who finds fault when nothing happens.

Another example is that Catherine is not here today, but her followers will not let Meryl and me go.

Catherine had a few of her followers who grew up with us and were a lot of bullies from an early age.Before they met me, Meryl was often unbraided and skirt corners were cut off by them.

At that time, I was a flower protector. When I saw them bullying others, I rushed to accuse them, and I often had conflicts.

But as she entered adolescence, Catherine became beautiful and thinner, joined the cheerleading team, and became a popular figure on campus.

These servants pretended to be powerful one by one, and became more arrogant.

"Just the two of you."

The girl at the head was Janet, and she grabbed Meryl's braids: "Dare to dream? Nicole is okay, at least she looks good. As for you—Meryl, I imagine that a campus prince can love you!" Cinderella?"

I immediately got angry: "Janet, let Meryl go!"

Janet smiled: "I won't, what can you do?"

After finishing speaking, she would greasy toss her long light blonde hair that she had just dyed, and then grabbed Meryl's braid and pushed it out of the corridor: "Hurry up, jump on it, the transfer student is yours!"

Meryl struggled frantically: "Jennett, you are enough!"

"What's the matter, let me help you with an assist," Janet said nonchalantly, "His name is Kaynas Ould, he's from Denmark, and we're in the same chemistry class. Hurry up, don't you think he's just Come--"

Between the words, the 15-year-old Aragorn walked towards the locker under everyone's gaze.

I took a deep breath.

Endured, endured, in the end I couldn't hold back.

Logically speaking, my father is not at home, and he has mental problems. I don't want to trouble him by making troubles at school.

But Janet went too far this time.

Seeing "Aragorn" coming to us.

In desperation, I turned around and pulled out a heavy Spanish dictionary from the locker.

"Janet," I directly typed the Spanish dictionary on her, "You give me enough!"

"Nicole, you—"

I swear, I just smacked Janet with all the strength a 15-year-old preteen should.

But when my dictionary landed on her back, Janet flew up.

Yes.

flew up.

Just like the scenes that would appear in comics or superhero movies, my dictionary was smashed, and she flew away with the dictionary like a piece of paper, passing by that "Aragorn", Then there was a bang, and his head was slammed onto the locker across the corridor.

Then the corridor where people came and went fell into deathly silence again.

I am completely stupid!

Meryl trembled: "Ni, Nicole, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

I do not know!

If I had been so capable, I would have knocked Janet out when I was five years old!

Janet, who bumped into the locker, staggered, touched her forehead, and screamed uncontrollably when she found blood on her palm.

It’s over.

When I saw the blood, I suddenly came back to my senses.

It's over, it's over, something big happened, and...

Just for a moment, I felt a subtle power fluctuation.

It does not belong to humans, it does not belong to modern society.If I have to say, I have never seen it before, but the explanation of "the power of the gods" flashed in my mind.

The power of the gods?

The words of Zeus came back to me in the morning.

"The old gods have lost their power."

But this can't be my strength, I don't know what level I am!

The subtle fluctuations were hardly detectable, but they did not dissipate.I instinctively followed this fluctuation and turned my head——

Handsome, tall, and full of melancholy, the new transfer student who looks almost exactly like the virtual character, Cainus Uld, just walked in front of me.

He stopped on the edge of the locker and turned his head.

There was a faint smile in those dark blue eyes, and then he waved his hand at me.

I:! !

It's his fault.

This wave of power eventually returned to his hands.

This man-

"what happened?!"

He turned to leave, screams and shouts erupted in the corridor, and Miss Smith, the Dean of Students, hurried to arrive.

He did it, but no matter what, it looks like I beat up the cheerleading star and it's bloody.

How to do this!

I was a little dazed, staring blankly at the mess in front of me, my mind was in a mess.

Janet all right?What is going on with this power, no one has noticed it, why can I perceive it?Why did the transfer student frame me?Who is he?The name is so strange——

and many more.

Janet said his name was Kaynas.

The strange pronunciation turned around in my mind. This is neither English nor Spanish.

And just because my father is Ares, I have paid attention to many myths and legends.My godfather Fernando himself taught me, Kenaz, is Runiwen.

Rune is an alphabet once used by the Norse people.

Kainas is "K", which means fire in Rooney.

Fire, Norse mythology, a Danish transfer student.

I was startled in my heart, and the name of a Nordic god flashed past quickly.

That is the famous shit-stirring stick in the Nordic pantheon, the god of fire and trickery, Loki.