【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Today, Anthony gave his fifteen-year-old the first chemistry lesson.

The middle school kids are always active, some are careless, some are staring at the chemical tools in their hands. There aren't a lot of serious ones, and chemistry isn't a particularly important subject anyway.

He doesn't care much about the teaching effect or anything, and he just finishes it at a glance. But after school, a girl pestered him.

"Fanny, do you have any questions

?" "Mr. Pate, when can we do the experiments ourselves?"

"Probably the last class of the next week, when the basics will be covered."

"So what experiments are we going to do?"

"We'll talk about it the day after tomorrow, making oxygen."

"So when are we going to make

aqua regia?" "Oh kid, we don't know how to make aqua regia. Can I see why you want to make aqua regia?"

Fanny looked at him with beautiful brown eyes, "Because my sister Jenny knows how to show off to me all the time." Teacher, can you teach me alone? Please, making

aqua regia is really cool!" "Fanny, aqua regia making is very dangerous, maybe I can teach you in the future, but for now you have to learn the basics of chemistry and experimental operations. After

sending away the little girl full of innocent thoughts, Teacher Pate is ready to leave work. He glanced at the computer, there was new news on the website, it should be the little kite update.

He turned off his computer and walked out of the school building happily with his bag. What a peaceful day today, what a wonderful metropolis!

" Hand over your wallet!"

Anthony listened to it, and nine times out of ten it was a student at their school, and he was extorting money. He didn't really want to be nosy, and he was busy going home for dinner and reading novels.

But the blackmailed man spoke: "I only have so much money..."

, "Poor ghost! hahaha, no wonder the clothes are so bad." "

Oh my god, it's a student in his class. He was quite impressed, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time when he got up to answer the question, and was ridiculed by the class. What's the name? It should be surnamed Schmidt.

The moment Anthony turned into the alley, he regretted it. In fact, the tall and tall students were not intimidating, but the short boys pressed back into their pockets for a moment.

Anthony pretended not to see it and said to them, "You shouldn't be here." Schmidt, come here.

Schmidt, dressed in crumpled cotton short-sleeves and ridiculously mid-length trousers, clutched the strap of his school bag, stood against the wall, looking surprised as he looked at his teacher.

Schmidt tried to get closer to him, but one of the boys said "don't be nosy" and turned his bat back at him. Anthony wanted to show them the Iron Fist, but one of the three primary colors took the lead.

Superman floated on the ground and collected all their weapons: "Kids, that's not the right thing to do. And you, it's not good to have a gun either.

Anthony's eyes were as round as Schmidt's.

Anthony said slowly, "Sir, I doubt you can see my panties.

Superman was silent for a moment and said, "I won't abuse my superpowers."

Anthony took Schmidt by the hand, watched him fly away in silence, and took out his mobile phone: "911?" Schmidt's

name is Nolan, a poor little who has been subjected to school violence for a long time. Anthony didn't say anything about his gun, and patted him on the shoulder when he got out of the police station: "Don't bring the gun to school in the future, if you are discovered, your life will be ruined."

Nolan: "It's ruined."

"No, you haven't done anything irreparable.

Nolan was silent for a long time and asked, "Teacher, do you remember my name because I'm particularly ridiculous?"

Anthony leaned on the steering wheel and replied, "You're really impressive, because you're the first student I've ever seen, well... Although I don't know the answer, I refuse to admit defeat and insist on saying what the answer is. A lot of other people will just give up and say, I'm sorry teacher, I don't know.

Anthony drove the student home, watched him walk into the messy courtyard, didn't say anything, and drove away. Psychological education or something should be left to a specialized psychological counselor.

-

He came home late and Clark offered to share dinner with him.

Anthony looked at his little curly again and said, "Today I met Superman."

Clark's hand paused, "Really? What do you think of him?"

It feels like there are a lot of secrets... No one knows who he is or what he is capable of. From what I've observed, he should at least be powerful, flying, fast, and, most annoyingly, he can see through!"

Clark poked the pudding on his plate.

"I asked him, okay, what I said was a bit of a hooligan, I asked him if he could see my underwear, and he didn't deny it!

"Clark, what's wrong with you?"

"That is, Superman is now the focus of the newspaper, and I am forced to write reports about Superman every day, and I have to write a lot of beautiful words for each one..."

Clark

tentatively asked, "Do you hate Superman?"

"Hate? Not really." I quite admire this kind of justice without taking a salary. It's like, how to put it, he's very powerful, and I'm not sure about his character. For now, he's a good guy. Maybe in two months, he'll prove that he's a good guy, and I'll support paying him. "

Actually... Superman probably won't ask for a salary..."

"It's not that he wants it, it's the government that doesn't give it." It's an important matter of attitude, encouraging good deeds. And, you're not Superman, how do you know what he thinks?Vigilante, he's not funded by Wayne like Batman, what if he gets into a financial crisis?"

-

Clark is having nightmares.

He dreamed that when he was very young, he went to elementary school. He knew that he was different from others, and he was worried about being treated as an outlier and excluded. So he was cautious and trembling.

But he was still bullied. At that time, he didn't know why, and he was blocked in the corner by several older children. They threw away the books in his hands, scolded him for being a coward, and waved their fists to provoke him.

Clark wanted to fight back, and he knew that no one could beat him. But he remembered his father's admonition to keep it a secret. So he just glared at the big kids and didn't fight back.

They laughed and left, leaving Clark to sit on the ground.

At this time, someone held out a hand to him.

Clark smiled in his sleep.

-

Anthony is having nightmares.

He knew he was dreaming, but he wasn't trying to change anything.

He sat obediently on the lid of the trash can and watched the man disembowel a woman he didn't know. It's not right to say that he doesn't know at all, when he went to watch his brother Alexander's football game, she was there, which should be the student's mother.

Anthony, 6, doesn't care, and Anthony, 26, doesn't care. He just stared at his father intensely, fascinated by his neat brown hair, shaggy jaw, and bloody gloved hands.

The man completely dealt with the woman and threw her into the churner. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Anthony sat at a safe distance, feeling a little sick to his stomach. He shouted, "Daddy."

Alan walked over, took off his gloves, and held his little face: "What's the matter, baby?" "

I'm a little bored, can you hurry up, Dad? I want to go home and watch Transformers."

"Okay, wait for me for another minute, just one minute.

Anthony urged in his heart, hurry, hurry, I want to go home to see my mother and brother. But time just passed very slowly, and when he sat on the child seat and saw his small courtyard, his eyes were full of flowers, and the scene changed.

Anthony is drugging his mother.

The woman is on the thin side, but she is still lordosis and backwards. Now this beautiful body was covered with whip marks, light redness, mostly bruising, and the worst bleeding.

"Mother, does it hurt?" said

Mary, holding his little hand, as if comforting herself, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt... Anthony, bring me the pills on the table..."

"No, Mom, you can't smoke marijuana anymore.

The small moans of a woman echoed in the rental room, and Anthony packed up his medicine box in the pungent smell of alcohol, and sat on a small stool in front of his mother's bed: "Mom, don't look for that big bad guy anymore..."

"Little fool, how can I buy you a chocolate cake if you don't do this?" "I don't

want a chocolate cake, Mom, I want you to be good and play with me."

Anthony stood up, leaned over, kissed the woman's wrinkled forehead reverently, and watched quietly as everything in front of him swirled.

It's my brother's turn, right?

Disappointingly, there was nothing but unfathomable darkness.

"Alexander, don't you want to see me?".