Rebirth 79: I opened a bank in the United States

The goddess turned around and walked away angrily, with a look that was somewhat resentful of being abandoned by a heartless man.

And our heartless Han Carter, after driving away the goddess of autumn wind at noon, suddenly found that his world had become quiet. The wild bees and butterflies were like a flash in the pan. As enthusiastic as they came in the morning, they disappeared in the afternoon.

fast.

A little confused, Carter thought about it for some reason and gave up the plan of getting to the bottom of it. It would be better to be more clean and take classes. After all, he has the opportunity and capital in this life, so he can't recharge his brain!

Apart from anything else, at least an Ivy Leaguer has to take the exam! Even if you can't learn anything, the cultivation of connections alone is not comparable to that of fooling around in Douglas like me...

Carter, who returned to the classroom with peace of mind and started class in an orderly manner, still underestimated the appeal of the campus goddess. But soon, he saw it.

Because, he was blocked!

"You're Carter Black, right?"

"I heard that you look down on our football team?"

"And our basketball team!"

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, as usual, Carter went to the parking lot to get his car out of the way. As soon as he arrived near the parking lot, he was held hostage by several "strong men" and led to the back of a building next to the campus, and here, there was still

There are more than a dozen "strong men" waiting for him.

After silently comparing the combat capabilities of the enemy and ours, Carter wisely chose to shut up.

This place is already outside the school. Although it is very close to the school, it is not within the scope of the school. The school police patrol will not come here and call people... Sorry, the location of Elmond School itself is a bit remote, there are almost no

Whoever passes by nearby means that someone really passes by...

Seeing these dozen or so strong men, I'm afraid they just turned a blind eye and turned around and left.

"Hey, are you really mute? Why don't you shout anymore? Isn't it very noisy at noon?"

A strong man stepped forward and pushed Carter's shoulder, cursing.

This feeling is just like the so-called mixed society in junior high school in my previous life. I really didn't expect to encounter this long-lost scene again after my rebirth.

Carter had been around for a year or two, so naturally he would not be frightened by such a scene. If he were in China, Carter would 120% choose to chase the leader.

Even if you get beaten, as long as you hit the leader hard enough, not to mention scaring others, at least you won't suffer any loss!

But this is the United States. Who knows if these people will bring any weapons? If any of the big guns bring a gun or a knife, give it to yourself, then...

Not to mention what their future will be like, I will definitely lose blood!

"waste!"

Just when Carter was thinking about the gains and losses, someone couldn't help it anymore. He came up with a kick...

At this time, Carter was also ready to be beaten. He put his head in his hands, huddled on the ground, protected his vitals, and allowed them to beat and scold him.

"I told you to scream! You son of a bitch!"

"Kill this Bichi!"

The fists and kicks fell on him like raindrops, and Carter was particularly embarrassed at this time. But strangely, Carter was very calm inside...

There were times when Carter lost in fights. Even though Carter was beaten at that time, he was always gritting his teeth and thinking about when he would retaliate and fight back. But now, Carter found that there was no fluctuation in his heart...

Does it hurt when fists and feet fall on the body? It hurts! But it’s also with bare hands. To be honest, the pain is very limited. The real discomfort of school violence is often not the physical pain, but the damage to dignity and the trampling on the face.

Acting like a weakling in front of his classmates and the girl he likes has the greatest psychological impact on a boy. Unfortunately, Carter didn't feel this way at all in Elmond.

But being beaten did make Carter feel embarrassed. But on the other hand, Carter felt that he no longer needed to swear any vicious vows for revenge, because now he could completely retaliate under the fire, and there was no need to swear anything.

of...

"Hey, Shepat! The guy who's embarrassing you is right here. Do you want to kick him in the ass?"

Just as Carter was protecting his body and thinking calmly, he suddenly heard such a voice in his ears. Sure enough, he was insulting the basketball team or something, rather than wanting to show off his so-called masculinity in front of the goddess...

Although the place has been changed, the fights among the young people are always driven by women. After smiling disdainfully, Carter did not take it seriously. But the next moment, another voice sounded:

"Fake Squid, Gen! Come to your grandpa if you dare!"

Then there was a sound of punches and kicks, and after a short period of time, the sounds gradually subsided.

"Kazim, are you really sick? What does Carter have to do with you?"

"No matter what the relationship is, if one is beaten, the other two will be beaten too! What the hell!"

Suddenly, the fists and kicks falling on Carter were much less numerous. Carter secretly glanced at his side and saw a black boy lying next to him, holding his head and being beaten in the same embarrassment as himself.

Hey, this is new!

In Douglass, blacks and whites are two distinct groups of people. Whites generally do not go to black neighborhoods, and blacks do not come to white areas. This is reflected in the fact that there are two completely independent circles in the school.

White people belong to the white group, and black people belong to the black group. Carter didn't even understand the circle of white people, and he had no contact with the black people in Douglas. So, this thing is strange...

Why would a black classmate with whom I had no contact at all help me?

With doubts, Carter waited quietly for the beating to end. Perhaps he felt that it was too boring to keep beating Carter, a dull guy who never said a word. Since the black man named Kazim appeared, most of the punches and kicks were divided.

On to that person.

About ten minutes later, the beating ended. Carter stood up, moved his body, took off his jacket that was stained with footprints and a few spits, and threw it aside.

Carter doesn't want to have this thing anymore.

"Hey, your name is Kazim, right? Why are you helping me?"

"Because I need you to help me!"

The black boy who also stood up looked at Carter calmly, also not caring about the beating he had just received. He spoke very directly.

"How can I help you? Money?"

Carter smiled. He seemed to understand what the black man Kazim was thinking.

He came to help himself first, but not really. Instead, he took a beating with himself, letting him draw away most of the firepower, and made it miserable in front of Carter, and then asked for help. For the sake of the same people in trouble, it was normal

Young people are easily impressed by his behavior.

To put it bluntly, it’s a bitter trick!

But he understood it, and Carter didn't point it out, and he still accepted it in his heart.

"Yes, my father was arrested and needs a bail to save him. I don't have money, and my friends don't have money, but you do! Now everyone in Elmond knows that you have money, and I want to borrow it from you.

Money! I promise to pay it back!"