Chapter 5 Donuts and Mentors
Luke stood in front of a makeshift stall, distributing food to the homeless people passing by.

Because of yesterday's shooting, for mental health and other reasons, the school gave Luke a half-month leave to allow him to adjust himself at home.

Anyway, he has already received an offer from Stanford University, and with his SAT scores, excellent extracurricular experience, the recommendation letters found by his father, and the recommendation letters promised by the board of directors yesterday, he can basically choose any Ivy League school he wants.

If it really doesn't work, I can just donate a building to any school I want. I have money anyway, so I can do whatever I want.

It doesn't matter if you don't attend classes during this period.

On the first day of rest at home, Mrs. Fran kicked Luke out and asked him to help out at the Sunshine Food Bank sponsored by the Williams family.

The so-called "food bank" has nothing to do with banks. It is a charity organization that specializes in distributing food to the poor and homeless.

According to Luke, he is now "accumulating merit" as a volunteer. And Mrs. Fran also hopes that he can resolve his possible psychological problems after killing people through this action of helping others.

It has to be said that the economic situation in the United States is not very prosperous. As an old Chinese saying goes, it is - all that glitters is rotten inside.

Although it is still the world's largest economy and the overlord of many superpowers, there are too many homeless people, with long queues stretching more than ten meters.

Today's Amei is nothing like the American dream described by some public intellectuals.

At this moment, Luke couldn't help but fall into deep reflection - how could this country be?
We don’t want the rise of great powers, we only want the dignity of the common people! America, please wait for your people!
He mechanically handed the food in his hand to the next person in line, and suddenly heard a strange yet familiar language - "Brothers! It's time for dinner again!"

is Chinese!
Luke looked up and saw an Asian man who looked dark and thin, especially his legs. The dirt on them almost formed the effect of black silk.

Judging from the language, he should be a Chinese. He held a mobile phone in one hand to record a selfie, and held the food distributed by the food bank in the other hand.

Seeing Luke's gaze, he smiled at Luke excitedly and shouted, "Thank you! God bless you!"

Behind him, there was another Asian man.

The man was a little fatter than the first one, with a bumpy face and looked a little taciturn. He took the relief food from Luke without saying a word.

Luke asked with interest: "Are you Chinese?"

The dark-skinned man was about to leave, but when he heard Luke's words, he turned around and replied, "No, I'm Japanese, Arigato."

After saying that, he bowed to Luke.

The pockmarked man was stunned for a moment, a complex expression flashed across his face, and he denied it again: "No, I'm American."

If it was his previous life, he would have met two fellow countrymen in America and probably could have chatted with them about their hometown. But now Luke was wearing a white flag and it was obvious that these two people did not consider him as one of their own. Luke's surprise at hearing Chinese suddenly disappeared and he stopped communicating with them.

After receiving the food, Lei Mulin, the skinny dark-skinned man who had just pretended to be Japanese, tore open the food and looked at it. He said to the camera in surprise, "There is meat today, brothers. The chicken drumsticks are delicious, but they are not flavorful."

"Don't feel bad about the free meal. Mr. Buddha has already paid for it."

After walking for a while, Lei Mulin had finished recording today's material, and the two of them arrived at the edge of the homeless gathering area.

Lei Mulin turned off the screen recording on his phone and asked Wang Wei, a pockmarked man beside him, "Are you still hanging out with those Mexicans? I love to tell the truth, brother. Those Mexicans are not good people. I advise you to break up with them as soon as possible. Why don't you hang out with me?"

Wang Wei is a member of the older generation of intellectuals. He was once a big V on a certain website. He is a pure spiritual American who came here to pursue his dreams.

Lei Mulin was born in the lower class in China and came to America for the welfare of the lower class, so Wang Wei looked down on him. He shook his head without thinking: "I am just hanging out with the Mexicans temporarily. As long as I work hard and endure hardships, I will be able to gain the value of life in no time."

He also began to persuade Lei Mulin: "Don't just get free food every day. You have to work hard. This is the meaning of the American dream."

Just as he finished speaking, a burly black man came out of the alley nearby. He looked at Wang Wei and shouted rudely, "Wang, come here, come here quickly!"

When Wang Wei saw this man, he felt sad, because this was the big brother he recognized in the Mexican community.

That Mexican guy was like an animal. He really didn't want to meet that guy.

However, he still had to rely on the other party to mix in the Mexican circle, so he dared not disobey.

While he was hesitating, his body had already walked over and was swallowed by the shadow of the alley.

Lei Mulin looked at his back. There was also information communication among the homeless people. He already knew the relationship between these two people. It was nothing more than "that kind of relationship".

This is an intellectual? He came to America to pursue his dream.

Lei Mulin curled his lips in disdain: "The American Dream? The American Dream of selling hooks? How fucking despicable."

When Lao Mo saw Wang Wei coming in, he waved hurriedly: "Come on!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Wei quickly refused: "No, no, it's not convenient today."

After finishing his words, Wang Wei couldn't help but praise his own wit.

Now that I've mentioned this thing, at least I should be able to escape this meal today.

The Mexican man was a little angry because his fun was ruined. He was about to beat him up when he suddenly remembered a method he had heard of in prison before.

He is just a Chinese illegal immigrant who has no friends here and can only rely on him. He can do whatever he wants.

As for how to eat without teeth, just eat some liquid food. If you can't eat it, the worst that can happen is that you die. It's normal for homeless people to starve to death.

He started to practice as soon as he thought of it. Lao Mo picked up Wang Wei and found a pair of pliers from the tent at the end of the alley. In front of Wang Wei's surprised eyes, he roughly stuffed the pliers into his mouth, clamped it hard, and pulled it out.

"Ugh!!!"

As Wang Wei wailed incoherently, his two front teeth fell to the ground.

The moment the tooth fell, the shadows in the alley suddenly became thicker, and a petite figure in a pure white dress appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"teeth"

A faint distorted sound was heard.

　This chapter... although it has been approved, several hundred words were deleted. I just revised it, so readers who read it for the first time may be a little confused... sorry

　　
　
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