Chapter 5 School
afternoon.
Alan once again took the road to school.
There was an extra dagger and a bag of lime in the schoolbag.
Poisonous mushrooms in his pocket.
What happened in the morning left him with a deep psychological trauma.
This time I deliberately avoided the alleys and walked in crowded places.
fine.
No further accidents happened and I arrived at school safely.
The town's school provides lunch.
Most of the students were still in the cafeteria at this moment. The classroom was very quiet, with only two girls chatting in low voices.
The original owner of this body, Alan Panthers, had reached puberty physically, but his mind was still relatively immature.
In the class, he was a bad boy with average grades but very naughty, and he made friends with the same kind of naughty kids.
This group of boys usually ignore their female classmates.
The reason is that it is too troublesome to get along with the little girl. When playing around, she will make her cry if you are not careful. She has to fuss about every little thing. It is so annoying!
Of course, his sister is an exception.
Kelly is a well-known tomboy in the school, the big sister!
Thinking of these things, Allen now finds it funny.
Looking back, before I traveled through time, I had already tasted the sweetness of my first love when I was twelve years old.
If my previous self had a strong body and masculine looks like Alan Panthers, it would be easy to pick up girls by just showing off on the basketball court.
Putting aside his childish thoughts, Alan opened his school bag and placed his books neatly on his desk.
The courses taught in school mainly include Chinese, arithmetic, geography, history and martial arts.
The first two subjects were only equivalent to the fourth grade level in the previous life. For a "test-taker" like him who received a full scholarship to study for a doctorate abroad, they were too easy.
The geography and history were more like a collection of settings for a fantasy novel, but Alan read them with great interest.
As I was flipping through the book, a faint fragrance wafted behind me.
"Student Allen, why didn't you come to class this morning?"
The girl's voice echoed in my ears, and she didn't sound very happy.
I didn't need to look back to know it was the class monitor, Beatrice.
The naughty boys in the class secretly gave the girl a nickname, "Police Dog".
Perhaps it was because she liked to be in charge and was particularly strict that she was chosen as the class monitor.
It must be admitted that the monitor did her job conscientiously.
Otherwise, for a naughty boy like Alan, occasionally skipping half a day of class to go out and hang out is not a big deal at all, so why worry about it?
Alan turned around and looked at the girl in the white dress opposite him with a stern face and smiled slightly.
"Good afternoon, squad leader."
"Why……?"
The girl was startled, as if she had not expected that this boy, who was famous for his mischief, would suddenly become so polite. Her pretty face revealed an expression of bewilderment.
"Well, good afternoon... Mr. Allen, you haven't answered my question yet!"
"It's a long story. It all started when we went to the circus yesterday afternoon..."
Alan briefly recounted his experiences over the past two days.
Except for the identity and the secrets related to the Taotie system, nothing else was retained.
Firstly, there is no need for that. After all, someone has already died. If the case is reported, the news will spread quickly throughout the town.
Secondly, it is also considered that the more widely this case spreads, the more it will arouse local residents' hatred for child abductors, and they will spontaneously organize themselves to crack down on such criminal activities.
If the circus sends people back to kidnap children again, they will most likely not escape the sharp eyes of the people, which will relieve Alan's pressure.
Alan described these thrilling experiences vividly.
Beatrice listened with fascination.
After a while, another girl in the classroom came over, sat next to Beatrice, and listened to his story curiously.
The two girls sat opposite Alan, both with their chins in their hands and their elbows on the desks, listening with great interest.
The boys who came back from dinner couldn't help but marvel at this scene.
"Alan, this boy! He actually chats so happily with girls!"
"Damn traitor! He must be removed from the Iron Fist Gang!"
"I'm afraid that won't work..." Another boy smiled bitterly, "After all, Alan is the boss of our Iron Fist Gang! Only the boss has the right to expel gang members..."
…
"That's how it is."
After Alan explained the whole story, he revealed a half-true, half-fake expression of fear.
"I was able to escape the kidnappers' clutches thanks to my ancestors!"
In this world where sorcerers are respected, people worship their bloodline and ancestors, while religious beliefs are brutally suppressed by the major sorcerer families.
Believers of either good or evil gods are not allowed to preach publicly.
So when people express their gratitude, they always say "thanks to the blessings of our ancestors" rather than "thank God" and so on.
"Alan! You are so brave! So awesome!" The little girl next to Beatrice looked at him with admiration, "You killed two vicious kidnappers and escaped successfully. This is just like the plot in an adventure novel!"
"So, you're not making up stories, are you?"
Another girl who came over to listen to the fun asked half-doubtfully.
"Ancestors, I'm telling the truth!" Allen said seriously, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the police station and ask."
"Alan is unlikely to lie to us." Beatrice said something fair. "A boy like him will only brag in front of other boys. If he brags to a girl, other boys will laugh at him and say that he wants to pursue that girl. It's very embarrassing!"
Alan smiled and nodded.
Miss monitor, you really understand the psychology of cool boys!
"Alan, after this incident, you must learn a lesson, study hard in the future, and don't go to dangerous places to play again..."
The class monitor educates the bad boys seriously.
Usually when she said these clichés, Alan would not listen to a word she said and would just turn around and leave.
But if it were the soul of a time traveler, he would feel the same way.
"You're right, Beatrice. I used to do meaningless and stupid things all day, thinking I was some gang boss or street hero. I was really stupid."
Alan said seriously.
"Class monitor, I will learn from you in the future, study hard, and do something more valuable for myself and society."
Beatrice's eyes were filled with relief, and her fair and tender face suddenly flushed.
"Alan...you didn't come to class this morning, so I'll lend you my class notes. Make sure you read them carefully!"
"Thank you, monitor. I'll return it to you before school is over."
“No need to rush to return it!” Beatrice seemed a little uncomfortable. “Besides, um… you haven’t had lunch yet, right? I still have bread and milk. If you don’t mind…”
"Thank you." Alan held out his hand calmly, "Actually, I came here after lunch, but I think I can eat a little more."
It was just a little girl's lunch, but Alan finished it in just two or three bites, and it felt like... he hadn't eaten anything.
The "Taotie system" really lives up to its name in terms of "Taotie".
The girls around them had already noticed that the class monitor's attitude towards Allen was unusual, and their eyes turned toward the two of them strangely.
Alan felt the gazes around him and laughed to himself.
Some innocent and kind-hearted girls are always keen on saving bad boys, persuading prodigals to turn back from evil and do good, and they gain great satisfaction and sense of accomplishment from it.
They are even willing to destroy their own lives for this, like moths to a flame.
Beatrice, it seems, also has a bit of a Madonna complex.
