Saiyans in the Marvel Universe.

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"Oh, Santo, my son, did I hear you correctly, have you been expelled from school?" In the room, the black mother's voice was full of shock.

"Mom, those damn racist old white men expelled me, but in fact it's okay, I can't stand that school that discriminates against me everywhere." Santo said angrily.

"But Santo, your father and your two brothers work hard every day just so that you can study well and get into college." The mother shed tears.

"Mom, it's okay. I have found a job, and the other party also gave me a salary advance of US dollars." Santo looked outside warily, then took out two stacks of US dollars from his shabby shirt and lowered the the voice said.

"Santo, where did you get so many dollars?" the mother said in surprise, "You must not have done anything illegal, those police are not good to us black people."

"Mom, don't worry, I earned this money legally and I definitely didn't do anything illegal." Santo said proudly.

The money was naturally obtained by Santo by framing Thor for cheating. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a good thing. Just by framing a person for cheating, he could get US dollars, and he could also get a good annual income. for a thirty thousand dollar job. As soon as the other party made this suggestion, Santo accepted it without hesitation.

"Oh, Santo, when your father and brothers come back, I will talk to him about you. You also know how to pay for the family, my child," the mother said while crying.

"Wait a minute, mother, someone seems to be coming. Please collect the money first."

The Santo family's house is very simple. It doesn't even have a door, it is just covered with a piece of cloth. The cold wind blew by, and Li Ji saw the scene inside through the gaps caused by the wind. Looking at the bare walls of that house, there is really no need for a door.

There were only five people in the family, including a middle-aged black woman wearing a headscarf, presumably the mother of the family. A young man wearing a shabby gray shirt, Li Ji's intuition told him that that person was the person he was looking for. The other three were all little kids, lying on the messy bed board. You squeezed each other, and I squeezed you.

It's winter now and it snowed yesterday. Although it was sunny today, it was already in the evening and it was still very cold. It was hard for Li Ji to imagine that there were people wearing thin shirts in this kind of weather.

Li Ji held his breath and walked to the door of the house. He lifted up the rag that served as the door and looked inside. He happened to look into the eyes of the young man in the room, Santo.

"You are a student in Class C of the sophomore year at Zhongcheng High School. I am in Class A of the sophomore year. If I have something to ask you, can I come in?" Li Ji asked.

"No, damn white people are not welcome in our home," Santo said angrily.

Li Ji felt a little embarrassed. He was obviously Chinese, but why was he treated as a white person? This person was color-blind or had prosopagnosia.

"I'm not white, I'm Chinese, but I may be a bit whiter," Li Ji said.

"Chinese are not welcome in my family. Those damn Chinese have taken away our black people's job opportunities," Santo said angrily.

Li Ji was a little unhappy when Santo said this. The status of Chinese Americans in the United States is lower than that of black people. The reason why they can have jobs is only because Chinese Americans are good enough.

"Anyway, I have something to ask you. If you don't let me in, just come out." Li Ji's tone became unfriendly.

"Santo." Santo's mother sounded worried.

"It's okay, mother, I'll go out and chase that guy away." Santo walked out of the door, glanced to the right, and then looked at Li Ji: "Let's go over there and talk."

The garbage mountain on the right was much denser than on the left. Li Ji originally wanted to talk in the open space on the left, but it seemed that the black man in front of him wanted to go to the right, so Li Ji could only follow him.

"You should know why I'm here." Li Ji asked as he walked away.

"How do I know what you damn Chinese are doing here?" Santo's tone was slightly evasive, as if he lacked confidence. When Li Ji announced his class name, he understood the purpose of Li Ji's coming.

"I don't like to ask too many questions. The environment here makes me very uncomfortable, so I'll just ask straight to the point. Who instigated you to frame Thor?"