1.
- Yurchik, get up! It's time to go to school.
Mom shook her son. Then she turned on her side and grabbed her hand to look at you, but Yurchik broke free and rolled over to the other side.
- I do not want to go to school.
- Get up, you'll be late.
Realizing that he would still have to go to school, Yurchik lay down a bit more, then turned over and sat up, dangling his legs from the bed. Personal life support devices lay nearby, on the bedside table. With a wrong hand, the boy groped and put on the amusements, attached the babbler to it and trudged into the bathroom.
After washing, the dream is gone. Yurchik jumped up on a stool and began to devour breakfast: the Mighty Irtysh drink and a sausage-flavoured sandwich. He ate, and at that time he lowered one of the eyepieces for fun to admire the drawing. Very beautiful, you know: the sunset between the city's antennas. Yurchik himself drew it yesterday and posted it on the World Playground. No one helped him, not even his father.
But what is it??? Below the picture is a comment from user Dimbu. The comment says: "The mutant resets."
Yurchik's lips trembled with anger. He knew this Dimba - Dimka Burov, he knew from kindergarten. This boy was two years older than Yurchik and was in the third grade of the same school. Bad guy! Now - after so many years from graduating from kindergarten! - Dimka Burov remembered that Yurchik was a mutant, and wrote in the comments. That's for all subscribers to see! What a memory bastard!
Mom was suspicious and asked:
- What happened?
But Yurchik already pulled himself together and shook his head with his mouth full, like:
"Nothing, everything is fine."
Mom doesn't need to know how terribly he will take revenge on Burov for revealing the secret. Probably, he will enter into a deadly intellectual duel with him, as a result of which Burov's clairvoyant will overheat and fail, and Burov himself will remain a fool for life. So he needs it, there is nothing to climb on the "World Playground" with stupid comments!
The mood was hopelessly spoiled, the lips were still trembling, but the vital task for today was determined. Full of thoughts about the upcoming revenge, Yurchik quickly finished his breakfast and left the training equipment in his briefcase.
“Well done, always be so obedient,” my mother praised from the hallway.
In fact, Yurchik was not obedient: he was determined and purposeful. But my mother was an adult and did not understand much. With a habitual movement, she felt her son, checking if everything was in place: entertaining with a chat on the head - firmly snapped, you are healthy on the wrist, clairvoyant under the arm, study equipment in the briefcase. Everything was in place.
- Went? Yes, before I forget. Dad will meet you after school today.
Yurchik did not answer, he only put his hand into his mother's warm one. They left the apartment and went to school.
2.
Prior to the start of classes, Yurchik did not look for an offender, because the original plan - to measure intelligence - was completely unsuitable. The boy considered himself smart—and to be honest, even very smart—but how can a first-class clairvoyant compete with a third-class clairvoyant?! Nobody can do this.
As soon as Yurchik began to figure out how to deal with Burov, how biology began.
Lilya Borisovna, a fat and strict biologist, spoke about evolution. What is evolution, the teacher explained at the last lesson, but Yurchik forgot. And yet, what's the difference?
“Look, children, how our body is functionally arranged,” meanwhile Lily Borisovna convincingly narrated, looking into the entertainment with one eye. - Every hollow and bulge in a person in its place. For example, armpit. In fact, the armpit has a clever device. Pay attention to how tightly the arm fits to the body - this is no accident. Nature has specially provided a hiding place protected on both sides so that people can store in it ... What do people keep under their arms, Kovaleva?
Kovaleva jumped to her feet and fluttered her eyelashes.
- What's under your armpit, Lenochka? the teacher asked.
Kovaleva's eyes, half-faced, leaned towards her armpit and began to fill with tears.
"That's a fool!" Yurchik thought, watching with curiosity.
“Sit down, Kovaleva,” the biologist sighed. - Reshetnikov, what do people keep under their arms?
Reshetnikov is he, Yurchik.
“They keep their clairvoyance,” Yurchik muttered angrily, without getting up.
- That's right, Reshetnikov. You only need to answer the teacher while standing. Repeat again as you should.
I had to get up and repeat. Lilya Borisovna nodded with satisfaction and continued:
- See how great it is. On the one hand, the arm and chest protect the clairvoyant from damage, and on the other hand, the clairvoyant ventilates the living tissues of the armpit with a fan built into it. A magnificent constructive solution, made by nature itself. The same can be said not only about the armpit. For example, the wrist ... - with these words, the biologist raised her hand to the level of her head. The first class melancholy watched what was happening. - The wrist is thin, while the palm is wide. This is made to be worn on the wrist...
- You are healthy! shouted one of the quick-witted people from the back rows.
- Right, to put on you're healthy. If the palm was narrow, you would surely fall from your hand to the ground. But the palm is wide, so you are well kept on it. Nature has foreseen everything in advance: both the fact that people will someday invent devices for personal life, and where they will put them on after the invention.
Yurchik listened to Lilya Borisovna, while he thought about the meanness of Dimba. And what if you write something snide in the comment to his post on the "Global Playground"? Well, so that Burov choked with anger and swore off contacting Yurchik for the rest of his life. Wonderful idea, by the way.
In the lessons it was forbidden to lower the eyepieces for fun without permission, but Yurchik was impatient. Waiting for change is a long time. The boy ducked his head, hiding it behind the neighbor in front, and clicked the eyepieces. Clairvoyant, starting work, barely perceptibly vibrated. A pleasant coolness flowed from his armpit.
Yurchik began to look for what he was posting on Dimba's World Playground, but he did not find a single post, to his great regret.
"Here's a lazy brute," the boy thought, feeling a tremble in his lips.
The option with a response comment has disappeared. Will have to come up with something else.
- Reshetnikov, who allowed the use of entertainment during the lesson? Do you want me to send a message to my parents?
The boy raised his head and saw that Lilya Borisovna moved to the side, as a result of which she found a lowered eyepiece on Yurchikov's face. The neighbor's back no longer blocked. Now the biologist stood with her hands on her hips demandingly, waiting for an apology.
Lilya Borisovna should not have been angered. Yurchik quickly raised the eyepieces to his forehead and, holding back his displeasure, squeaked in the most pitiful voice:
"Sorry, I won't do it again."
And at that time he himself was thinking that the damned Dimka Burov would pay for everything: both for the mean comment, and for the forced apologies in the biology lesson.
3.
The first change came, but Yurchik did not figure out how to act. It will not be possible to defeat Dimba in an intellectual duel, and he is not published on the World Playground. And you can’t physically defeat him - a third-grader, after all, is a hefty ambal.
“When I grow up…” Yurchik began to fantasize…
But in time I realized that Dimka Burov would also grow up by that time. When Yurchik becomes a third-grader, Burov will go to the fifth grade, to his leg. No, the situation seemed decidedly hopeless.
“Well, okay,” the boy decided stoically. “Here’s a meeting of Burov face to face, then we’ll see.”
Then Seryoga Savelyev from their class, a party member and generally a cool person, approached Yurchik.
- Running around the school?
“Perhaps Dimka is also running around the school,” thought Yurchik and agreed with Seryogin's proposal.
And they ran. In warm weather, the students often went jogging - and now there are plenty of students on the street.
Yurchik and Seryoga almost ran around the building when they noticed a group of high school students. Those hung out near the entrance to the basement. It was a secluded place that was not visible from the windows of the teachers' room and the classrooms in which the main lessons were going on.
The guys became interested, approached the crowd and looked through it.
There were two central characters. The first, a brute with a rough face, leaned his elbows on the wall with concentration - apparently, preparing for something important. His shirt was unbuttoned to the navel. The second, lanky and constantly giggling, held in his hands a wire with two multi-colored ports - an obvious homemade product.
- Ready? the second asked the first.
“Stick in,” the first one nodded, pointing his chin.
The second connected one of the ports to his own entertainment, and the other to the clairvoyant comrade in his open armpit. The rough-faced brute twitched and trembled slightly.
- Oh well? What do you see? Tell me quickly! the audience yelled.
“I see myself,” whispered the shocked brute. - But somehow not very, vague ... Disconnect, enough already!
Along with the body of the thug, his head and even the skin on his face began to twitch. The lanky one immediately disconnected the wire and slapped his friend on the cheeks. He was in a gelatinous state, but gradually began to come to his senses. The crowd spoke at once:
- It lasted four seconds!
– There is a contact!
- Cool finished, directly!
At that moment, Yurchik and Seryoga were noticed.
“And you, little fellow, what are you doing here?” Well, get out of here!
The small fry looked down and rushed in the direction of the school porch. The guys did not understand what the high school students were doing, but they felt: something forbidden, bad. Yurchik once again imagined how the thug was trembling, connected to someone else's clairvoyant, and shuddered. You will need to ask your dad what it means to "finish directly."
“Yes, you will have to ask,” Yurchik promised himself and immediately forgot how bright the spring sun was and fluffy clouds in the sky.
4.
Physics was next.
Yurchik didn't have much in the gym, and the boy felt a little sad. I changed into a sports uniform in the strongest ... what is it called when the legs are wadded, and thoughts hover in the distance? Proclamations, right?
In short, Yurchik did not like physical education, oh, he did not like it!
The boy was not even cheered up by energetic cries:
- Ap! Up! Up!
So the physical education teacher shouted, clapping his hairy hands to the beat, while the students dressed in sports uniforms ran into the hall and lined up in a line.
“Now checking the homework,” the fizruk announced when everyone lined up in height, the boys separately, the girls separately. “Come one at a time with your right arm outstretched.
The students alternately failed with their right hand outstretched. The fizruk connected physical education diagnostics to their wellness and read physical activity over the past week.
“Move more,” he told one student. - Life is in motion. One person moved little and eventually died.
The student nodded sadly and trudged back.
“You did well, you were actively moving,” the fizruk said to another student. - So move on in the future, all week.
Another student smiled and briskly returned to the ranks.
Yurchik's motor activity turned out to be normal - he quite often ran around the school, and also along the corridors.
- Well done, actively moving! Although you have an outdated model, you are healthy. Five with a plus for physical activity.
Yurchik blossomed with praise. Maybe physics is not such a bad subject as it seemed at first. Okay, let's see what the fizruk has prepared for the second half of the lesson!
After checking the homework, a sports competition was to be expected. And so it happened. Putting the diagnostics in a sports bag, the fizruk again clapped his hands, attracting the attention of students:
- And now pair fencing!
Wow, they haven't practiced fencing in PE class yet! The class perked up, impatiently watching the PE instructor pull out a sports console with protruding branded ports from a bag. On the console was a sticker with fighting musketeers.
Everyone split up into pairs!
With the division into pairs, a cheerful bustle began. Finally, everyone crashed and lined up in anticipation of fencing duels.
- Come on!
The first pair of anxious rivals approached. With thick fingers, the fizruk connected the fastened on children's wrists to the fencing attachment, and pressed the start button. The fencing attachment hummed cheerfully and soon gave the result.
You won, congratulations.
The winner, who received an encouraging slap on the shoulder, jumped up with his arms thrown up and yelled something inarticulate.
“And you,” the physical instructor turned to the gloomy loser, “you need to pay attention to the reduced reaction rate. If it weren't for the reduced reaction speed, you could have won.
The first pair gave way to the next, girly, with the participation of Lenka Kovaleva. To her, to everyone's surprise, the prefix gave the victory. Everyone gasped, and Lenka opened her huge eyes to the limit and cried with happiness.
"Funny," Yurchik thought.
But now he was not up to Kovaleva - it was their turn with Seryoga.
Connecting to the fencing console, Yurchik closed his eyes and tensed his muscles, but still lost.
“Tell your parents to buy a new health,” the physical education teacher advised. - Here, simple physical activity will not help, the apparatus must be pumped. Let them upgrade at least.
Yurchik knew that his health was not the latest model. Yes, but what if they are not cheap, not every year to buy a new one! Mom and dad have exactly the same models as his, and nothing - they wear them and don’t ask for a new one.
The boy wanted to be upset, but looked at the happy face of Seryoga who won and changed his mind. But what's the difference, in essence - especially for a mutant ?!
5.
Programming is Yurchik's favorite subject, because programming is allowed to use entertainment. And also Ivan Klimovich, a programming teacher ... He is a big joker, his students adore him.
Ivan Klimovich - long-and-and-inny, hu-u-u-hoo - entered the classroom with a mysterious smile and immediately pretended to be indignant:
Why are the eyepieces up? This is a programming lesson.
The class clicked their eyepieces happily.
- Launch visual studio.
The class whispered into their mouths the words of launch. Together with everyone, Yurchik uttered the magic words in a chat, and after a second delay, the visual studio opened. The Assistant Programmer emerged from the depths of the source code, waved his hand to Yurchik and asked:
– Create a new project? Load an existing one? Change account settings?
- Yes, wait, you ... - the boy waved him off, trying not to miss the teacher's assignment.
Everyone opened visual studios and waited for the continuation.
- Today you have to program ... - Ivan Klimovich made a meaningful pause, - ... you must program the cart.
The class gasped.
- What is a cart? someone asked.
“But I don’t know,” Ivan Klimovich readily explained. “Go there I don’t know where, bring something I don’t know what.” But program the cart anyway. Let's see what they taught you in kindergarten. Twenty minutes for programming, then we will analyze what happened to someone. This is a test task, I will not put marks.
Ivan Klimovich sat down at the table and began to show boredom.
The class looked at each other and stirred. Someone began to mumble the task to chat, someone began to discuss among themselves. What other cart, really? And how to program it? Yurchik came up with the idea: maybe take some past task and call it a cart? And what, all the same such word does not exist!
He pushed Seryoga with his foot.
How are you going to program?
Seryoga whispered in response:
“I have already sent the Assistant to take a look. He says that the means of communication was such an old one. I'll program a new backlight for him now. Just come up with something of your own, otherwise Ivan Klimovich will guess if we do it the same way.
“I’ll think of it,” Yurchik muttered and frowned.
Sergei could not speak. Someone, but Yurchik with his remarkable mind will come up with something. In extreme cases, you can ask the Assistant.
Yurchik glanced at the Assistant, who was looming in amusement waiting for the user's choice, and lightly coughed into the chatter.
- What's the plan? the Assistant chimed in helpfully.
- New project.
A clean and inviting new project window appeared in the fun.
- Program the cart.
The assistant twitched and rubbed his hands impatiently.
- What is a cart?
- Do not you know? Yurchik was unpleasantly surprised.
- No.
- Find it in a search engine.
The assistant pursed his lips. Yurchik knew that studio assistants did not like to turn to search engines, but now the boy had no choice: he urgently needed to figure out what to program. The search engine will answer - these guys know everything.
Consultation with the search engine took about ten seconds. Upon his return, the Assistant reported:
- An old software communication tool, the so-called messenger. Diminutive name.
"Messenger!" Yurchik snorted indignantly at the funny word.
No, you don't need instant messengers. Moreover, Serega is programming a new backlight for him.
– Are there other meanings?
The assistant was absent for another second, and when he returned, he showed an image of a unit unknown to Yurchik.
“A primitive wheeled horse-drawn vehicle,” said the Assistant.
- Device! On horseback! - Yurchik was delighted. “Now I understand. You need to write a control program for this device.
"Done," said the Assistant.
The studio was filled with five million lines of source code.
- And what does she do, this program? Yurchik asked cautiously.
- Drives a cart.
A small Helper appeared next to the big Helper.
“Here he is, my little one,” the big Helper said lovingly and stroked the little one’s curly head. - Specializes in carts. Familiar with all their types. Able to construct own original types. Being integrated into the computer system of the cart, it pilots it efficiently and safely. Possesses the ability to self-development and self-reproduction.
The little helper nodded his curls, confirming what his father had said.
Hearing this, Yurchik was very upset.
Why did you breed again? he asked the Big Helper with a tremor in his voice. Did I ask you to multiply? Last month, it was strictly forbidden. I asked to make a control program for the cart, and what have you done?
- Ivan Klimovich, allow me?
The boy reluctantly broke away from communication with the intractable student. At the door, with a meaningful air, stood the school doctor. It was evident from her that now she would tell something important.
– Unfortunately, I have to take the class for a medical examination.
Ivan Klimovich raised his hands, calling heaven to witness:
- How so, Maria Eduardovna ?! We are programming!
- You can let two people go. Five to seven minutes for each pair - no more. Director's order.
Ivan Klimovich made some more noise, but finally agreed. The director's order cannot be challenged even by a programming teacher, yeah.
- First party, out.
Yurchik was in a hurry. She and Seryoga were sitting on the third desk from the door, which means that there were ten minutes left to program. During this time, it was necessary to convince the big Helper to overwrite the little one and code something more practical. At least a thermometer to measure the horse's temperature.
6.
Yurchik and Seryoga entered the school first-aid post with great caution. It was not the first time the first-graders underwent a medical examination, so they knew what awaited them. Seryoga was thoughtful and concentrated, and Yurchik… Well, he has nothing to be afraid of!
Yurchik found out in kindergarten that he was a mutant, and he was also undergoing a medical examination. It so happened that Dimka Burov, two groups older, was accidentally present at this memorable medical examination. From there, this scoundrel learned about the mutant and remembered it. I remember that the kindergarten doctors were also surprised at Yurchikov's outstanding abilities and discussed them for a long time.
“Does it hurt, boy?” Can you do squats? Is your head spinning?
And dad, when he came to take Yurchik home and the teachers told him, advised:
“Hey kid, you pretend next time. Behave like everyone else, then no one will pay attention to you.
Since then, Yurchik only pretended to do medical examinations. And now he tried to portray a tense face, like Seryoga's. And at that time he himself looked around what was happening around him.
In the first-aid post, in addition to Maria Eduardovna, there were an unfamiliar nurse and doctor. From the hospital, Yurchik guessed. The doctor was sitting at a table on which were laid out the instruments for the medical examination.
- Well, who's first? - said Maria Eduardovna and turned to Seryoga, who was located closer. - Sit on a chair and give your right hand.
Seryoga turned pale and held out his right hand. Maria Eduardovna took her hand and lightly stroked it. Then Seregin carefully snapped it off. Nearby, a nurse stood guard with ammonia at the ready.
Having lost your health, Seryoga turned pale and began to breathe often, often. Yurchik understood him: if something happened, your health would no longer help. Of course, they were in the school first-aid post, and the doctors were nearby, but after all, anything can happen to health, and “anything” still needs to be diagnosed! And how to diagnose without tyzdorov?! Danger to the body is obtained.
Well Yurchik - he is a mutant. He understands that without you being healthy, you can catch a deadly diagnosis, but still he is not a bit afraid. Many people, if you deprive them of your health, faint and roll their eyes. And the mutant Yurchik, at least henna, sits on his chair, as if nothing had happened, and feels great.
Maria Eduardovna unfastened Seregin and handed it over to the hospital doctor. The doctor connected the device to electronic instruments: he took readings and tested. All this time, Seryoga, in a semi-limp state, sat on a chair and breathed often, often.
- Hey, you can get dressed! - said the doctor after a while, returning you well to Maria Eduardovna.
The school doctor carefully accepted the device and immediately snapped it on Seryogin's wrist, after which she patted the boy's cheeks.
– Do you feel well?
The unfortunate Seryoga nodded weakly. Maria Eduardovna immediately lost interest in him and turned to Yurchik.
- Extend your right hand.
Ha, Yurchik is not to be frightened by this!
While the doctors checked his health, the boy drew in his cheeks to portray suffering, and breathed rapidly - did everything that dad advised. There is no need for doctors to know that he is a mutant, that he can easily do without you being healthy, and nothing will happen to him.
It seems that Maria Eduardovna noticed something. She lowered the eyepiece and peered into it, then whispered to the doctor.
“Medical record… Immune… Anamnesis…” Fragments of an incomprehensible whisper reached Yurchik.
The doctor laughed and replied:
“Nothing surprising. Anything happens.
The school doctor looked suspiciously at Yurchik, but said nothing.
- Hey, you can get dressed! - summed up the doctor.
As soon as you snapped into place on your right wrist, Yurchik, vigorous and cheerful, jumped to his feet and ran out into the corridor, where Seryoga, recovering, was waiting for him. There were a few minutes left before the break, so the boys did not return to the classroom, but hid in the locker room, where they talked about all sorts of things.
7.
The last lesson is history.
Well, it sucks, especially the history teacher Ivan Efremovich - a lean man with a wooden posture and an eternally glazed look. Of course, sometimes he tells something interesting, but usually he makes the students read the educational material from the devices. Not from fun, no - from a second-hand device that is given to each student at the beginning of the year in the library warehouse! No, well, can you imagine that?!
And now Ivan Efremovich told the dejected class:
- In the last lesson, we studied augmented reality. Now let's consolidate the acquired knowledge. Reshetnikov, remind us what augmented reality is.
Well, Yurchik again! Itching today for teachers, or what? Why is he always asked?
Yurchik reluctantly got to his feet and tried to concentrate:
- Well, augmented reality is ... In general, when you are connected to entertainment with a chat. Of course, you're healthy too. And clairvoyant provides them with the necessary information from the armpit.
“On the whole, it’s true, but you state it inconsistently, Reshetnikov,” Ivan Efremovich said. Take your study device and read the chapter you studied in the last lesson. Let the class listen again and try to remember.
That's it, and you still ask why the historian is disliked!
But there was nothing to be done. Yurchik pulled out a device from his briefcase, found the necessary historical chapter and began to read it out, choking on the letters from inattention:
“We live in a very happy time - the era of augmented reality. But it was not always so.
Before the era of augmented reality, people lived in incomplete times. With great difficulty they eked out a meaningless existence without useful devices, which were invented much later. In those days, there were no road signs, no electronic reciters, no online thermometers, no self-heating shoes. There were not even elementary fly-aways. If a blood-sucking insect landed on someone's neck, the person was forced to slap it with his palm, instead of driving it away with a light and graceful pressing of a key. Which looked extremely unhygienic.
Today it is hard to believe, but on the wrists of people of the prehistoric period, you were not healthy. This made the population deeply unhappy. When someone fell ill, there was no one to call a doctor in a timely manner. Even if the doctor got to the patient on time, there was no one to inform the diagnosis - and all because there was no health on the patient's wrist. Mortality among the population was high.
Talkers and entertainers were also not invented, and the range of communication between people was no more than 2 meters. And what kind of communication was that? No one could send even a small picture, even a merry song, to a distance: they had to draw the picture and sing the song themselves. Only the immediate environment, consisting, as a rule, of several people, could see a picture or hear a song. Therefore, art in prehistoric times was undeveloped.
People's armpits were empty because clairvoyance had not been invented either. To solve subtle intellectual problems like laying power lines or erecting the Egyptian pyramids, brute muscle power had to be dispensed with.
Realizing that it could not continue like this, humanity tensed up and invented personal life support devices: you are healthy, clairvoyant and chat with fun. Then came the era of augmented reality. Having fulfilled the predestinations of evolution, people became healthy and happy.
“Enough,” Ivan Efremovich stopped reading. – By the way, children, who knows what the Uboltai used to be called?
No one knew.
“Uboltai used to be called telephones.
The class erupted in laughter.
"And there's nothing funny about it!" shouted the offended historian. “Uboltai used to be called telephones. I will prove to you...
The class continued to fill up, but already over Ivan Efremovich.
8.
The fourth lesson ended, and the students poured out into the corridor. The senior students were to follow the next classes. The junior classes went home - for them the school day was over.
The freed Yurchik was running down the stairs, his thoughts being far behind the school fence, when he was hit sideways and turned around by a crowd of third-graders. It was then that Yurchik came face to face with Dimba - Dimka Burov. Completely unexpected for both. It so happened that Yurchik was alone, without Seryoga and other classmates, and Dima was surrounded by a couple of friends on the sides.
Burov also recognized Yurchik and stopped. A triumphant grin crossed his large face. Dimka shouted, pointing at Yurchik with his finger:
- Mutant artist!
Friends on the sides chuckled, pushing the first-grader aside from the general flow. They must have been aware of what Dimka wrote in his insulting comment. They visit, I suppose, the “World Playground”, or maybe Burov told his friends everything in his own way, who knows?
Yurchik flared up.
"Well, what are you going to do, mutant?" Do you want to compete with the intellect? he heard.
Dimka disconnected the clairvoyant from the fun and patted his armpit, suggesting an intellectual duel. Yurchik knew: on the screen of any clairvoyant, an intelligence coefficient is displayed. The coefficient increases with each lesson spent, with each book read, with each clever thought heard. But Yurchik is a first-grader, and Dimka is a third-grader! No chance - nothing to try.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Yurchik trembled with his lips and remained silent.
“Maybe we can measure our strength?” - suggested Dimka, inflamed, stretching out his hand with you in good health.
The third graders chuckled.
Yurchik knew that he could not cope with this kingpin. Burov is half a head taller than him, and his arms are noticeably thicker. But in your health, everything is accurately reflected! If we compare physical data, Burov will win - he will certainly win!
Something cleared up in the boy's head. Regardless of his will, he grabbed the strong and fearsome Burov by the wrist, snapped it healthy and pulled it off the enemy's hand. Snapping off your health is not so easy, sometimes you have to suffer, but here Yurchik succeeded the first time, as ordered.
The humming stopped instantly. Dimka glanced at his wrist, which had been freed from health, and made a swallowing motion. Then he turned pale and leaned against the wall. His knees shook.
The third-graders turned their eyes to the health in the hands of Yurchik and reached for him. But the boy, as if on a whim, lifted the apparatus over the flight of stairs, showing with his whole appearance that he would now throw it down. The enemies retreated. Burov, meanwhile, was completely knocked down: deprived of your health, he began to quietly settle on the floor. The confused third graders stood there, not knowing what to do.
“Nate, put it on him,” the first grader relented, returning the device. “But don’t mess with mutants anymore.
Undeterred by the subdued gang, Yurchik calmly descended the stairs. He felt like a winner, and his soul sang from the accomplished justice. Yurchik did it, did it after all! The day is not spent in vain.
And being a mutant isn't so bad, the boy thought thoughtfully.
With this thought, Yurchik left the school, looked for his father in the motley crowd of parents and went to meet him, waving his briefcase and smiling broadly.
Source: habr.com