The school bus arrived at the school. It was a very ordinary public high school. The students jumped off the bus and walked inside laughing and chatting, talking almost entirely about the battle between Superman and the supervillain they had just seen on the road.
The moment she entered the classroom, Xiao Pang started shouting.
"Hey, guys, do you know what we saw on the way here? Woohoo! Superman and a supervillain were fighting in midair. It was so awesome."
Unable to make any snarky remarks, Jiang Hao returned to his seat.
Ring, ring, ring.
The bell rang.
Classes began. American high school was just as boring.
Trigonometry, drama, English, multimedia, biology, economics. Thankfully, classes ended at two thirty in the afternoon. What followed were campus activities. American high schools placed great importance on clubs; everyone had to sign up for one, and they counted toward credits.
Couldn't he leave school early?
No.
Leaving early required an application and approval from both the teacher and the dean. Besides, the school was twelve kilometers from his home. He had no car now, so he would probably have to walk back himself.
Fine, he would attend a campus activity. What had he signed up for again?
He remembered. Singing and basketball.
Today, he was supposed to attend basketball club.
Jiang Hao was 1.85 meters tall. He was not short among high school students, but among high school basketball players, he was still on the short side. He was Asian, and his physical condition could not compare with Black students, giving him even less of an advantage. The high school team had plenty of players over 1.9 meters, even two meters tall. How was he supposed to compete? So he had never planned to achieve anything in basketball.
The main reason he had