American Entertainment 1982

Chapter 52 The Student Appears (End)

"No.5, Kevin Nippen, a high school student from a public high school in Sackford County, Long Island, New York. He was once the number one player in the New York State American Wrestling High School League. His profile says that he has won many competition honors , Logically, he should be able to be directly recruited by a top prestigious school with a full scholarship, I don’t know why he came here, he wrote it himself, and wanted to get healing and warmth.”

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"F*ck! Kevin, that guy probably won't be able to heal his back for the rest of his life!"

In a dark alley in New York, a drunken white young man was thrown to the ground like a torn sack with such force and force that his chest even made a muffled noise!

The one called Kevin by his peers was a tall and strong white high school student. He didn't even look at the opponent who was thrown by him, turned around and walked out of the alley.

"You damn little bastard, I want to..." The drunkard stood up staggeringly, took out a pocket knife from his pocket, and rushed towards Kevin!

"Target me, officer, he attacked me and had a weapon, and I had to defend myself."

When Kevin finished speaking to his companion, he avoided the drunkard's attack with a flexible sliding step that did not match his strong body, and then hugged the drunkard's waist with both hands, and exerted all his strength!Leaning back, he hit the white man head-down on the ground with a human pile driver.

Hear a bang on the ground!Kevin let go of his hand, and the body of the drunkard who had been piling upside down fell to the ground as limp as noodles, completely passed out and motionless.

"You saw it. He deliberately hurt people, officer." Kevin got up, rubbed his waist, walked to his companion, picked up a Gatorade in the opponent's hand, and poured it into his mouth.

And his companion, a black policeman who also looked young, looked at the white man on the ground and swallowed nervously.

"Kevin, New York City may need Spider-Man in the comics, but it may not need it in reality... Thanks to you patrolling the streets with me, I have caught seventeen assholes this week, and the captain has already advised me to be more sensible, don't Let the taxpayer money not be spent on treating these bastards any more."

"You'll be promoted soon. We're like Batman and Director Gordon. If you can't handle it, I'll help you out." After drinking Gatorade, Kevin patted the other person on the shoulder and said.

The policeman sighed: "I think you are clearly using these unlucky ghosts to vent your anger at being forced to bid farewell to your career. It has nothing to do with justice. Kevin, let these poor bastards go, they are not heinous murderers, they are just behaviors." Bad guy, you broke your pelvis yesterday, a black idiot, because you kept screaming under your hands, a rookie doctor in the emergency room of a public hospital didn't know whether it was a real misjudgment, or malicious revenge, anyway, that guy ended up Although the bones were attached, two eggs were cut."

"Today is the last day. I'm going to a summer camp tomorrow." Kevin took the coat from the other party, put it on, and walked out of the alley.

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"No.6, Frank Grillo, an Italian high school student from a public high school in Rockland County, New York. He was once the number one American wrestler in the Rockland County High School League. He hopes to win honors through summer camps, be admitted to prestigious schools, and learn to be independent. I think he and that guy up there named Kevin can be the security guards for this summer camp."

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In the outskirts of Rockland County, New York, on a homemade swing in the backyard of an independent house, a high school student with a fierce face and a strong body was swinging a small swing that obviously didn't match his figure.

"Frank, are you listening to me and playing obediently in the backyard?" A gentle female voice sounded in the room.

The high school student responded gloomily: "Here I am, Mom! Just like when I was four years old, just sit on the swing with your butt obediently, and have fun."

"Very well, I have prepared fourteen pairs of underwear for you in the suitcase, do you think it is enough for you to change?" the woman asked loudly.

Frank lowered his head and sighed in despair.

"Frank~~Mom is asking you~~"

A neighbor next door responded loudly in a joking tone at this time: "If Frank's butt is not a metal product polished by a machine tool, I think it is enough, Mrs. Grillo!"

Then he poked his head out and said to Frank Grillo, who was swinging with his head down: "I really envy you. You are about to graduate from high school, and you haven't washed your underwear by yourself. Frank, being an Italian is really happy, I have a hunch , everyone in that summer camp can be your babysitter, when you see them, wish them good luck for me."

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"No.7, Stephen Bean, a perfect rich man, an elite high school student who has reserved a place at Stanford University with his own ability before participating in this summer camp, the reason for participating in this summer camp, he wrote on it Because of boredom and waiting, but did not write about what to wait for."

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Dolan Advanced Psychology Clinic, Manhattan, New York.

With a smile on his face, Stephen Binn lay on the recliner opposite the psychiatrist Dolan, closed his eyes and said in a relaxed tone:
"From childhood, I have always grown up in happiness, at least compared to most American peers. On the first day I got my driver's license, my family gave me a limited edition Lotus sports car. I took When I got a small plane license, my family gave me a small plane, red all over, very dazzling, by the way, I also have three arcade machines loaded with the latest games at home..."

"Stephen, you know that my father has been the psychiatrist of the Binn family, right? Our father and son have served the Binn family for decades. As I said, you are suffering from mental illness and it is getting worse. What I tried so hard to hide in front of me is ineffective." The doctor interrupted Stephen and said.

Stephen laughed: "Stop joking, Doctor Dolan, how is it possible? You know, my grandfather is now lying in the hospital with all kinds of tubes inserted and waiting to die. I just need to wait for him to completely close his eyes. According to his will, I I can inherit a large amount of property, deducting taxes, about [-] million US dollars, I don’t think I will have mental illness in this situation, if hope is considered mental illness, then I may be considered to have it.”

"Yes, of course I know about it. On the surface, your performance surpasses other brothers and sisters. There is no doubt that you are the best young man of this generation of the Binn family, but I can say with certainty, Steve, you Over the past 18 years, in order to become the best heir of the Binn family, you have suffered from depression, autism, and emotional disorders. According to my understanding of mental illness, after inheriting the property, you will undoubtedly become rich Emptiness, and alcoholism, drug addiction and other serious substance dependence diseases, I suggest you..."

"Shut up! Doctor Dolan!" Stephen Bean stood up abruptly from the recliner, staring fiercely at the psychiatrist opposite: "I don't have any fucking problems! Soon, I will be the richest young man in this country! I will have everything! What I lacked before, I can gain after harvesting wealth!"

After finishing speaking, Stephen Bean picked up his backpack, walked towards the door, and said in an irritable tone: "I'm going to a summer camp to pass the time waiting for my grandfather's death, and I don't have time to visit you again this month, Dolan Doctor, and next time you see me, remember to treat me with respect like my grandfather, because at that time it will be up to me to decide whether you need to continue serving the Binn family."

"Yeah, my treatment suggestion is that before you inherit the property, it's best to go to a summer camp or something to make friends." Looking at the empty recliner, Dr. Dolan shrugged and said: "Correct decision."

　The introductions of the seven students should have been distributed in one chapter yesterday, but there were too many things to do in time, so I had to divide it into two pages.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)