He recalled the majestic side of those Super Heroes on TV.
…
Envy!
If he also had extraordinary strength, he would definitely become a Super Hero, protecting others instead of being protected by them.
Peter still remembered Luo Di pulling him when the attack came, and thinking of his own foolish gasp, he couldn't help but scratch his head in embarrassment.
Looking at Luo Di's back, he wondered if he should apologize to him.
As for Luo Di, he didn't feel much.
He had seen too many dead people, and too many tragedies, so he was used to it.
Precisely because of this, he needed to become stronger.
Only by possessing greater power could he control his own destiny.
…
He strode into the classroom.
He almost bumped into a big guy walking out from inside.
"Hey!! Are you blind?"
The man pushed Luo Di back in displeasure.
But when he pushed Luo Di's shoulder, he found that he seemed to be pushing an immovable boulder.
The reaction force made the man stumble back a few steps, almost falling on his backside.
It was Thompson.
That scumbag with a foul mouth who liked to bully classmates.
…
A hint of regret flashed in Luo Di's eyes. Why wasn't this guy dead?
He had a really tough life, not dying under the Chitauri's guns.
Sighing, Luo Di ignored him, lifted his foot, and prepared to walk into the classroom.
There were still more than ten minutes until class, so he had to keep a low profile without his vest.
But things didn't go as planned.
When Thompson saw who it was, he immediately felt a bit annoyed.
What the hell? He couldn't even push this scrawny guy away?
If this got out, how would he survive on the football team?
Thinking of this, Thompson decided to teach Luo Di a lesson.
He looked around, and some people were already paying attention.
Thompson flashed, blocking the doorway.
He blocked Luo Di's path, feigning arrogance as he flicked his golden hair, his mouth full of sarcasm.
"Hey, you coward actually came back to school? We thought you were scared and went back to your hometown…"
As he spoke, he saw Peter following behind Luo Di, and a lewd look appeared in his eyes.
"No wonder you're blind, so you were whispering with your little bestie."
"Now! Apologize to me! Understand? Otherwise, you'll have to suffer a bit."
…
Why are there always such idiots?
Luo Di didn't understand.
He took a step back, looking at Thompson as if he were looking at an uncultivated gorilla.
This made Thompson feel humiliated.
"Damn Asian, what's with that look? It seems I need to educate you a bit, so you can roll back to your hometown."
As he spoke, Thompson reached out to grab Luo Di's collar.
But the next moment.
He felt a flash before his eyes, and his wrist fell into an iron clamp.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
The transfer student opposite, who usually didn't speak much and had a weak presence, was looking at him with a playful gaze, his left hand tightly gripping his wrist.
He asked earnestly in return.
"What did you just say? I was scared and ran back to my hometown?"
Thompson was a bit confused. Was he dreaming? Could this guy, who was a head shorter than him, have such great strength?
But before he could use his limited brain to figure out the problem, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist, and the curse words on the tip of his tongue turned into a scream.
"Fuck! Ah!!!!!"
The strength was something he had never felt before, like hydraulic pliers slowly crushing his bones.
No, his wrist had already made a faint cracking sound.
"Let… let go! Hurry, let go!!!"
Thompson's sudden scream attracted the attention of many students.
They saw Thompson, who was usually a football team member, suddenly fall to his knees in front of the new transfer student.
Luo Di's face was terrifyingly calm, his dark eyes fixed on Thompson, and his hand was still applying pressure.
Four tons of force were pressing on the fragile joint…
If Luo Di exerted a bit more force, this guy would be a cripple for the rest of his life.
Peter behind him also didn't expect such a situation. Luo Di sighed and commanded.
"Look at me!"
"…"
"I told you to look at me!"
A sudden roar startled Peter, who almost lost his balance and fell, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.
"What? Do you like men? So everyone you look at is dirty?"
Luo Di spoke softly.
Thompson had never felt such pain, tears were about to fall.
Hearing the reprimand, he couldn't help but look up, but his mouth was still relentless.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, you wait for me!"
"Let go of me… Oh! Hiss… Hurry up!"
"You disrespect me, and threaten me… yet you want me to let go of you?"
Luo Di chuckled. The surrounding classmates, watching the magical scene before them, gathered around.
Among them, some of Thompson's friends were confused: "Hey! T-bro, what's wrong? Can it be that you can't beat this kid? Get up and teach him a lesson."
But before he could finish speaking, he heard Thompson let out another pig-like scream. His wrist had already started to swell and turn red.
If a broken wrist was nothing, the feeling of bones being crushed little by little made him feel as if he was enduring torture.
At this moment, he could only gasp for air, unable to speak.
But Luo Di didn't intend to end it there. This guy's mouth had been extremely foul before, and if he didn't teach him a lesson today, he would probably have endless trouble later.
So he slowly raised his arm, and Thompson could only get up from the ground, following the raised arm, like a monkey being directed by a circus animal trainer.
"If I heard correctly, you were just being racist to me, right? Thompson?"
At this moment, Thompson looked at Luo Di, who was tilting his head and staring at him with a calm expression.
He was in too much pain to speak… Finally, he stopped being stubborn and begged for mercy.
"It's broken… It's broken… Sorry, I was wrong… Ah!! Please, forgive me…"
Seeing this guy's pitiful appearance, Peter Parker, whose head was still wrapped in bandages, couldn't help but soften his heart.
"Luo, that's enough. He knows he's wrong, he apologized, didn't he?"
"But apologies can't solve all problems, Peter." Luo Di casually said, sizing up the guy in front of him.
This idiot, he didn't even know how to beg for mercy, the hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Well, he usually only bullied classmates, little did he know, his eyes had already betrayed him.
Luo Di sighed.
This school…
He probably couldn't continue attending it.
…
"If I let him go, what should I do when he finds a group of football players with baseball bats to come for me after school today, or tomorrow?"
"Can you guarantee my safety? Peter?"
Chapter 41 Dominant Mother
Holding the gorilla with one hand.
Luo Di glanced back at Peter and retorted, "Look at his eyes. Let him go?"
"Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself."
Peter's face turned red, and he stopped speaking sheepishly.
He couldn't give any guarantees, because he knew that Thompson would definitely not let it go.
More and more people gathered, even students from other classes were watching.
At this moment, Thompson could no longer feel pain, only numbness. He stared at Luo Di with indignant fury, seemingly wanting to kill him with his gaze, to devour him alive!
After today, his face was completely lost.
"This isn't over… You remember, if you don't kill me, I'll…"
"Crack!"
Before Thompson could finish speaking, his wrist was directly crushed by Luo Di!
Looking at his limp, dangling hand.
Thompson's eyes widened, and the students around who saw Luo Di's action couldn't help but gasp.
"Ah ah ah ah!!!!"
The pain had not yet appeared, but Thompson had already screamed in terror.
As a result, Luo Di grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head hard against a wooden podium nearby.
A red mark immediately appeared on his forehead, and then he fell limply…
"You all saw it, he asked for it."
Luo Di threw Thompson away like trash, calmly clapping his hands.
…
This school… if he didn't attend, then so be it.
Anyway, he couldn't get along with a bunch of high school students raised with American education.
Attending class also delayed his time to become stronger.
He somewhat disdainfully pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands. He didn't know what was on this guy's hands, it was greasy.