Praise From The Right Quarters Chapter 9

Feng I smacked my lips and turned away.

Let’s not talk about whether this is a case of twins having telepathy. Anyway, I immediately understood what he was looking at.

It was time. There was an old round clock hanging on the roof of the teaching building, and the hands were pointing to four and a half.

Feng and I exchanged glances.

"Do it?"

No one spoke, but I knew he was asking me.

"How do you move?"

The two people's experiment is almost done, it's time to put it into practice.

These words seemed to be hanging on my lips.

That day was the special day that comes once a year, our birthday.

That's why we decided to take action.

We left the scene first, which actually meant we just retreated a few meters and hid in the blind spot of Mike and others, and then immediately started discussing what to do.

It's a race against time.

In a few minutes, that one will come.

After making a rough decision, I approached Mike pretending to be just passing by.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

They thought they were going to be scolded for hitting the dirty cotton balls with stones and were stunned for a moment, but when they saw it was me, they were relieved and their expressions softened.

To them, what class do I belong to? I am good at studying. In terms of test scores, I am among the top students in the whole grade, but I don’t think I have won the respect of others because I am not good at sports and can hardly play any role in ball games. As for Feng, I am good at sports, but not good at studying. Furthermore, Feng and I are the kind of people who don’t like to chat in class. Of course, we will talk when others come to us, but we never take the initiative to get closer to friends. Because we are afraid that if we get too close to others, the miserable environment in our family will be exposed.

In Mike's opinion, we were non-threatening and non-factional students. He even thought that we were like floating votes that did not support a specific party. Under the right conditions, if we were persuaded, we might become his allies.

"Hi," Mike smiled at me, "Do you want to try it too? Um...oh! Your name is Chris Tokiwa, right?"

"What are you doing?"

"Pitch the ball. Pitch the ball. See if your form is correct."

"With stones?"

"yes."

"To a dirty cotton ball?"

"Yeah. What's the matter?" Mike's eyes were fierce, as if asking: Do you have any objections?

"No, I just think it's interesting." It's unpleasant to say something is interesting when you don't think it's interesting at all, even if it's acting, but I still stepped forward and said, "Let me try."

I took the stone from Guangwei, swung my arm, aimed at the dirty cotton ball's B*tt and threw it out. I didn't intend to hold back, I would have to throw it sooner or later anyway, so I might as well throw it harder, but it seemed that I used too much force, mainly because time was tight, and the stone brushed past the dirty cotton ball's feet.

"What a pity. Here." Mike handed over another stone.

"No, it's boring."

"What do you mean?"

"You guys have been throwing for quite a while now, right? Even if I hit it now, it won't be fun. If you want to play, try something else."

"What else to play?"

"Send the dirty cotton balls back home."

"Why go back to your hometown?"

"Since it's a dirty cotton ball, of course it has to go to a dusty place." I was a little anxious. In order not to give Mike and others a chance to veto, I said and walked quickly towards the dirty cotton ball.

I put my hand on Dirty Cotton Ball's shoulder and he shuddered violently. Dirty Cotton Ball usually doesn't show his true emotions, but it seems that he is really afraid of being hit by the stone.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Mike and others chased after him.

"Let's lock him up in the warehouse."

The dirty cotton ball looked at me. I never actively bully the weak, but now I am so enthusiastic about it. He must be quite surprised.

"It turns out that Tokiwa Yu and I have the same goals and ideas as us." Mike and others seemed very happy and accepted my opinion.

"Okay, let's do it. Good idea." They said as they roughly pulled up the dirty cotton balls.

In fact, locking people up is too typical and too old-fashioned a method.

I think I said this at the time, and Mike followed up by saying, "It can be called a traditional method." This was a gentle encouragement to a newcomer's suggestion.

We pushed the dirty cotton balls into the warehouse. The dust, sweat, and other mixed smells inside really made Mike look painful, but he and another person dragged the dirty cotton balls in, kicked them at the end, and took advantage of the dirty cotton balls to fall to the ground to get out and close the door, and then inserted the rusty bolt.

"There's no other way out?"

"Just now I seemed to see a small skylight inside."

We went around to the back to check and found a long horizontal window at the top, but it was equipped with iron bars, so it was definitely impossible to get out from there.

There was a loud banging at the warehouse entrance, and we went back to see if the bolt was secure.

"Let me out." People inside can be heard shouting.

Mike and the others chuckled, and I realized that my expression had relaxed. I looked at the clock and saw that time was running out.

"I shouldn't die if I'm locked up until tomorrow morning." I shouted into the warehouse, "Go pee in the corner." I didn't expect that this sentence would actually come true to me.

Mike and others shouted in agreement.

"Oh, wait, I've got something good."

After saying this in a voice that they could hardly hear clearly, I turned and left, leaving behind another sentence: "Watch the dirty cotton ball for me and don't let it out."

There may be less than a minute left.

I had to hide, it would be bad if I was seen. I hid behind a not very thick camphor tree beside the playground.