No one will express sympathy for the plight of others, because they would rather get happiness from ridicule.

Especially when the rich, including all those who are slightly higher than their level, just like for the poor, the middle class is the rich, and for the middle class, those billionaires are the rich.

When these rich people in their eyes are in trouble, no matter what the reason is, these people will harbor the most sincere and simple malice.

They will make up countless reasons to tell others that what happened to that person back then led to his current ending, and he deserved all of this.

No one cares about it. Robben also came up step by step. He was also a child in the South District and was the target of bullying in public high schools.

People will only care that after Robben was admitted to the University of Chicago, he moved away from the South Side and escaped the quagmire that they could not leave.

Therefore, when Robben died, his former colleagues began to gloat about his misfortune, his former subordinates began to make up stories about how Robben was not, and people from the South Side who once regarded him as their idol began to spread various opinions.

‘Robben is a pawn of an underground boss’

‘Robben makes his living by doing some white guy’s dirty work’

‘Robben got up because of his Chinese ancestry’

‘…’

There were countless comments like this. No one cared about the truth of his death, even those from the C.P.D., who hastily ended the investigation with perfunctory words such as 'Robben ran to the location of the gang conflict'.

For Rohan, who had just turned eleven when he moved to 51st Street, the disgusting remarks, those mocking glances, and those arbitrary topics that kept penetrating his ears at that time fully told him the truth.

‘Hell is other people’

Others are hell!

Taking a deep breath and shaking off the past days, Luo Ang quietly looked at the scenery outside the building.

These unbearable memories have finally passed. There is no need for me and I cannot immerse myself in them.

Luo Ang silently cheered himself up in his heart. At least there are no more annoying voices now, right?

Thinking of this, Luo Ang smiled slightly and began to think about the consequences of his previous actions. There were some things he failed to do.

Just when he closed his eyes to rest, Hicks' familiar voice sounded: "Hey, Leon! I need to talk to you about something very important!"

Luo Ang looked at Hicks, who was running all the way and sweating profusely, strangely: "What's wrong?"

Hicks wiped the sweat from his face, walked next to him and said, "I just heard that the gymnasium was suddenly requisitioned by the rugby team, and they said they planned to conduct pre-game training for the next game."

Luo Ang sat upright, knocked on the table and asked, "If I remember correctly, the school football team plays games every two weeks, right?"

"Yes"

Luo Ang asked again: "Did the coach of the football team suddenly ask for it?"

Hicks looked at him in surprise and said: "Wow, Leon, your idea is so weird, you can actually guess this!"

Luo Ang shook his head and said softly: "The coach of the football team is called Willaton, Willaton Eddie..."

Hicks thought for a while and said in surprise: "Are you saying that Coach Willaton already knew that Jonathan planned to go to the gym with you to solve the problem, so he deliberately occupied the gym so that you can't go back?"

Luo Ang nodded, "Jonathan Eddie is the son of the football team coach. It seems that he is worried that his son will suffer a disadvantage, so he plans to drag this matter over. As long as Jonathan does not act stupid, no one will remember this matter in a few days.

Already..."

Before Luo Ang finished speaking, Jonathan's figure had already appeared at the door of the cafeteria. He glanced around and found Luo Ang sitting by the window. He quickly walked a few steps closer and shouted: "Hey, Leon, today

It's your luck that allowed you to escape once, wait until tomorrow when we meet at the gymnasium, don't be scared away then!"

Ignoring Jonathan's threat, Luo Ang touched his chin in distress. It seemed that this stupid bear hadn't understood that it was his coach father who was helping him today to prevent him from being embarrassed in front of others.

According to the coach's approach, this matter will be over in a few days. Unfortunately, Jonathan's current behavior is just adding fuel to the fire, making the attention that should have died down go up to another level in vain.

Seeing the commotion in the cafeteria, Luo Ang knew that this little thing between him and Jonathan would really make the whole school famous.

What a fool!

Roang cursed secretly in his mind, and called Hicks to find D'Antoni, who had already arrived at school, and had a lunch that was not rich, but enough to fill his stomach.

Luo Ang spent the rest of the time happily studying.

For him, everything that can increase his own abilities is pleasurable, and the simplest and most direct learning is never painful in his mouth, but fills his heart with happiness.

Soon, it was time for school to end. Luo Ang put down the books in his hands and handed them back to the black old lady Stephen. He slowly walked out of the library and came to the campus, which was so lively that it made him feel irritated.

When passing by the basketball court, he called up D'Antoni who was playing happily, gestured goodbye to Hicks, and headed home.

At the intersection after school, he saw a black cop wearing a Kevlar vest and his white female partner. The two were sitting in the car, eating donuts and drinking coffee.

Oh, cop is a slang term for POLICE.

According to Luo Ang's father, black people in the South District were often beaten with sticks by cops. Over time, the abbreviation of "Capper" was used to describe these people.

Of course, COP can spread so quickly because the name is really simple and smooth. For ordinary people, the name 'POLICE' is a bit too formal. For all Americans who like simplicity and clarity, it is too formal.

Not friendly anymore.

The two black-and-white COPs probably didn't pay attention to Roang's gaze and were talking to themselves. The sturdy black COP asked his partner in confusion: "Burgess, do you know what was rumored in the P.D. recently?

Any news?"

The white female partner took a sip of the coffee in her hand and said nonchalantly: "Which one are you talking about? Then you know that the most common thing in the Chicago Police Department is all kinds of rumors."

The black patrolman deliberately whispered: "That... the famous gray cop... that Henry Boyt... has been released from prison...

Rumor has it that he is going to take over..."

Luo Ang was just subconsciously asking for information, but he didn't expect to hear a familiar name "Boit". Could this person be the person who once barbarically broke into his home, pointed at himself and said, "I am the police station"?

That man actually went to jail?
Chapter completed!