High school in Mexico was more or less the same as back home, except that they often held "active shooter drills."
At that moment, Lu Li was lying bored beneath his desk, waiting for the drill to end.
His classmates sprawled all around him, laughing and chatting with one another as if it were no big deal.
After a while, their greasy, balding teacher walked in and announced that the drill was over.
He was Lu Li's homeroom teacher.
The students returned to their seats, and Lu Li went back to his in the corner and put on his headphones.
He had always been a loner, and with his noise-canceling headphones on, he was even more completely cut off from the world.
His classmates mocked him. "What a freak."
"If you still want to copy the math homework, you'd better not let him hear you."
Lu Li paid them no mind, lost in his own world.
The others left him alone, and everyone got along well enough.
After who knew how long, a chorus of exclamations suddenly rang out in the classroom, jolting Lu Li awake.
He looked up and saw a girl standing beside his greasy, balding homeroom teacher. She had an air of elegance and wore white stockings.
She had brown hair and green eyes, fair skin, and unmistakable Frankish features. Her posture suggested formal training, and she carried herself with poise and confidence.
Lu Li thought the girl looked familiar. Just then, the teacher said:
"Let's welcome our new classmate—Teresa."
"Teresa... the mayor's daughter?"
As soon as he heard the name, Lu Li remembered.
He had a strong impression of the mayor of Tijuana City.
The mayor was firmly anti-drug. She had arrested Benjamin's son, prompting that tank to open fire in the middle of the