The same thing.
Anyone who has prepared to travel to the DC Universe will understand. What does the Lux bar in Los Angeles means...
"Lucifer..."
Ian swallowed and whispered.
"Huh?"
Madison's ears seemed to be very pointed, "How do you know that man's name... Yes, it's so stupid that someone actually named himself Lucifer Morningstar."
"This is so ridiculous. He looks like an outdated rock singer. It's absolutely a waste of the handsome face. In this respect, you are much better than that damn bar owner."
Madison's vitriol is still as stable as ever.
Ian looked sideways at Madison. The blonde girl was commenting on the King of Hell's taste with disdain on her face. She must not have realized who she was commenting on.
"Little girl." He spoke suddenly.
"Um?" Madison looked at her deskmate suspiciously.
"I hope you can be a good person in the future and go to heaven." Ian gave his blessing sincerely, but Madison just rolled her eyes and sneered.
"I don't believe in heaven or hell, and good people can't make it into Hollywood." This is Madison's dream, to become a big Hollywood star.
Ian didn't explain, but just sighed softly. At this moment, another scent of perfume approaches, smelling a bit inferior, far inferior to Madison's taste.
There was a girl with brown wavy hair, holding a necklace in her hand, walking towards Ian happily, with some anticipation in her eyes.
This is Emily.
A classmate who has faked falling in front of Ian more than ten times.
"Ian, you didn't come to school yesterday. Are you sick?" Emily came up to Ian and greeted him, with an expression full of concern on her face.
"Are you cursing me to be sick?"
Ian frowned slightly, his focus was rather peculiar.
"…"
Emily was stunned for a moment, then she forced a smile and raised the necklace in her hand, "Okay, I said the wrong thing, could you please help me put on this necklace?"
"It's a birthday present my mother gave me this morning." She drawled out her voice, emphasizing the word "birthday present."
"My mother will also give me a birthday present on my birthday." Ian just looked at Emily with clear eyes, then lowered his head to organize his textbooks.
Chat seems to be dead.
Emily's face flashed with embarrassment. Seeing this, a male classmate next to her immediately came up to her enthusiastically and said to her with a smile on his face, "Let me help you."
This is a good classmate who is always willing to help others. However, the freckles on his face have exceeded the appropriate tolerable range. This may be the reason why Emily immediately retracted her hands.
"No, thank you."
She still maintained her politeness, but she refused decisively. The boy was confused and stood there at a loss, and the enthusiastic boy didn't even know why.
"It's so funny."
When Madison saw this scene, she burst into laughter. She leaned over the table, her shoulders shaking wildly, "Hahahaha! Emily, your acting is terrible!"
She never forgets to insult people when she laughs.
"Mind your own business, Miss Montgomery!" Emily said angrily, but Madison didn't seem to care at all in the face of her warning.
She even planned to add fuel to the fire.
"I'm in a good mood today, sister. I'll teach you for free what the proper way to use Ian is." As she said that, Madison directly untied the necklace around her neck.
"Help me tie it, study freak." Madison turned her back to Ian and said as she slapped a ten-dollar bill on the book Ian was reading.
The next moment, Ian took the necklace with deft movements, his fingers deftly threaded around Madison's blonde hair, and the entire process of fastening it took no more than three seconds.
He seemed extremely skilled.
Especially the speed of stuffing ten dollars into his pocket was even faster.
It has to be said.
Madison is indeed somewhat wealthy.
For a middle school student, this is definitely a lot of pocket money. Therefore, the big money defeated Ian's laziness, and the knowledge in the textbooks could not defeat Alexander Hamilton.
Its power is only nine-tenths weaker than Franklin's.
Already very strong.
"See? That's what professionalism is all about."
Madison looked at Emily provocatively and took back the five dollars that Ian gave her as change - the son of Superman had his own principles when it came to exchanging labor for compensation.
"Wait for me! Bitch! Don't let me meet you after school!" Emily, whose expression was already a little ugly, saw this scene and immediately became so angry that she gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and turned away.
For her threats, Madison didn't care at all.
"Seriously, where did you go when you skipped class yesterday? Don't tell me you went to the bookstore." Madison continued to chat with Ian and took out nail polish to start painting her nails.
"I didn't skip class."
Ian corrected his deskmate's word choice.
"I was on sick leave."
He demonstrated his rigor.
"Oh? Sick leave?"
Madison pointed her shiny nails toward the sunlight.
"Of course it was sick leave. My parents took me to see a psychiatrist." Ian didn't need to hide anything. Seeing a psychiatrist was not a strange thing in the United States.
After all.
Americans really don't have a will of steel, so seeing a psychologist is actually the norm in this country. Many people don't quite understand why psychological diagnosis and treatment services are so popular in the United States.
"Is this a competition to compare misery?"
Madison was also a little surprised when he heard this.
"Is there any prize money if I win?"
Ian once again showed his unique focus. Madison curled her lips and showed her eye-rolling skills, in which would definitely win the championship.
"I also go to see a psychiatrist regularly. Even if there is a prize, it is my victory." She raised her palms and turned them over, trying her best to let the sunlight shine on her freshly painted nail polish.
"What did your doctor say?"
The blonde girl asked casually.
Ian thought about it.
"The doctor said I have some mental problems."
He still chose not to hide it.
Madison listened and complained disdainfully, "All psychologists are like this, they just like to scare people, otherwise how can they make money? The key lies in how you view yourself."
Her words were quite philosophical. It was hard to imagine that this was something a middle school student with single-digit grades in every subject could say.
Ian thought for a moment after hearing this.
"I think my psychiatrist's diagnosis of me is a bit too conservative. To be honest, I think my mental problems should be at the level of the top student in our school." He said seriously.
"Ha?"
Madison was shocked.
"You have to compete with me in this? Your desire to win is stronger than mine?" Madison said what was outrageous, and she looked at Ian as if she saw some unreasonable, unknown creature.
And just at this moment.
The teacher of the first class had already started the class. Just when the teacher talked about the "turning point of World War II", a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the window.
Immediately.
It was like an earth-shaking movement.
Several students screamed and crawled under the desk.
The history teacher just glanced out the window, then returned to the podium, tapped the blackboard, and pushed his glasses calmly, "Everyone, there's no need to panic."
"It's just that the plane fell down again... It won't affect everyone's classes. This is normal in Metropolis. Superman must have rescued those unfortunate passengers."
When the history teacher talked about the plane crash, it was as if he was just chatting about his daily life. His tone was so calm - It can only be said that it is worthy of being a Metropolis next to Gotham.
It really has some "urban" heritage.
"cool."
Madison even whistled from below.
A group of students also showed expressions of sudden enlightenment and quickly accepted the comfort from the history teacher. A harmonious atmosphere returned to the classroom.
"…"
Ian had a curious expression on his face. He turned his head to look at the thick smoke billowing in the distance outside the classroom window. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally chose to blend into the harmonious atmosphere of the group.
They were just talking about his mental state.
At this moment, he felt that he might be the only normal person in the classroom.
No one else realized it.
Has the plane that fell exploded?
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