Everyone!"
After the first class teacher came on stage, he looked at the students sitting below and said, "From today on, we welcome a new student, an exchange student from Canada."
Locke saw Liz sitting not far away and was already holding her forehead and rolling her eyes.
"Applause welcome."
The teacher said towards the door, "Come in, Miss Megan Vasey."
Accompanied by applause, the exchange student from Canada walked into the classroom.
This moment.
The applause died down in an instant.
Next second.
Several energetic basketball players in the class couldn't help laughing.
Liz covered her forehead with her hands and turned to look at Gwen, making an expression that said, "See, now you know what I mean!"
Locke looked at the exchange student on the stage with a strange expression.
Let me put it this way.
This female classmate named Megan Vasey is quite good-looking, and if she were to be given a score, it would be around 80 points.
but...
It's not suitable to wear.
Even Cinderella needs to wear matching clothes to attract the prince's attention.
But Locke's first impression of this female classmate Megan Vasey was that she might have some mental problems, or she might have just come out from some deep forest and saw the world in a summer outfit and had no idea what was going on.
Good job.
This girl is probably going to become a vulnerable group.
Locke thought so in his heart.
To put it bluntly, the so-called vulnerable groups in school are those who are excluded and bullied.
Midtown College also has them.
Even when Locke was in Texas.
However, whether in Texas or here, Locke is not a member of the so-called weak or strong group. He is just himself, a loner who talks to others and you talk to me.
And Locke's physique is there. One afternoon when he was exercising, the vest showed off Locke's eight-pack abs and strong arms, which immediately made the person who wanted to try to bully him give up the idea.
Maybe they felt that if Locke punched them, they would probably cry for a long time.
Therefore, they did not dare to provoke Locke, and Locke was too lazy to play with them.
Locke didn't care.
But this classmate Megan Vasey?
As expected.
Because Locke's second class was staggered with Gwen's, when he was waiting for noon in the cafeteria, Locke heard Gwen complaining that Megan Vasey was ridiculed by many people because her first impression was similar to that of a savage just out of the mountains.
Said.
Gwen looked at Locke, a little curious: "What do you think?"
Locke raised an eyebrow: "Me?"
Gwen nodded, "Yeah."
Locke laughed and said, "I never judge people by appearance!"
Just like when he makes friends, he never cares whether the other person is rich or pretty. As long as he likes the person, he will take care of him no matter what his profession is.
It's just like how Locke looked at Gwen. It was okay at first, but now, Locke really doesn't think Gwen is very beautiful.
That's it.
Gwen laughed, and then her eyes lit up. She saw Megan Vasey who had just walked into the cafeteria, and waved, "Megan, this way!"
She is a ninth-grade student assistant, and her job is to help every newcomer quickly adapt to campus life.
Just like when Locke came in.
After a while.
Gwen brought Megan, who had prepared the meal, to her seat and introduced her, "Locke Broughton!"
Megan extended her right hand towards Locke like an adult, and said happily: "Hello, Locke, I am Megan,
An exchange student from Canada."
Locke smiled, stood up and shook hands.
Raise an eyebrow!
This hand...
Something is wrong.
Locke calmly withdrew his hand, nodded, and sat down again.
Megan Vasey from Canada also sat down with an excited look on her face, without showing any frustration from being excluded in the morning and being ridiculed for her clothes.
Either you have a big heart or you don't care.
Locke tends to think it's a bit of both.
This Megan Vasey...
It's not easy.
Normal people's hands, such as Gwen's, feel soft and even look like they smell good.
But this Megan Vasey hand?
Locke felt like he was shaking hands with Victoria Knox, or mechanic Arthur, or a famous old killer. The calluses on his hands were so familiar.
It's not that all calluses on the hands are caused by holding a gun, but the unique location of the calluses can only be caused by holding a gun.
but...
At the age of sixteen, and with such calluses, doesn't that mean that he had started learning shooting at the age of five or six, and fired at least one hundred bullets every day, only in this way would it be possible to have such calluses.
Good job.
Locke raised his eyebrows, looking at the school life which was basically zero, but Gwen didn't care. The two of them who were answering questions for Megan seemed to have thought of something in their hearts.
"So..."
Locke bit the burger in his hand and asked casually, "Meghan, which school in Canada did you go to before?"
"Tron High School."
Megan, who was talking to Gwen, heard Locke's words and said subconsciously. Then, she looked at Locke and said, "Yes, Cologne High School. Have you heard of this school, Locke?"
Locke shook his head: "No."
Meghan seemed relieved.
In the afternoon.
Locke, who was about to pack up and leave get out of class, looked at his classmate Gucci expressionlessly as he tried to tease Megan. He was about to slap Megan's right hand, but Megan, without even turning her head, grabbed Gucci's face with her backhand and pressed it onto the table.
Locke raised his eyebrows.
Megan came back to her senses, a trace of panic on her face: "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Gucci, I didn't mean to do that, you shouldn't be sneaking around behind me."
Gucci felt that his right hand was misplaced: "..."
Locke walked over, grabbed Gucci's right hand, looked at it, and looked up at Gucci: "Bear with it?"
Gu Qi was slightly stunned: "What... Ooooh!"
Locke released Gucci's right hand: "Okay."
Gu Qi was just like a monkey, jumping on the spot with joy, tears almost coming out.
Megan seemed a little surprised to look at Locke.
Locke walked towards the door: "You're welcome, call me Cowboy!"
For cowboys, various injuries are common, and long-term illness makes the best doctor.
As the top cowboy among Texas youth, it is normal for Locke to know some skilled first aid techniques. It is as logical as a mechanic having a wrench in his pocket.
But Megan, a sixteen-year-old female classmate, with calloused hands and an extraordinary and almost subconscious defensive method, if she were really a student, it would definitely not conform to basic logic.
There's something wrong with this Megan Vasey.
Could it be...