Star Trek

Larger class, with Spock (and this earned Spock a slightly surprised musing).It's their fourth day at school, and earlier before they head off, Amanda gives them each a kiss on the forehead, which kicks Jim's mood up a few notches.Therefore, the boy didn't feel annoyed at the beginning when facing the group of Vulcan children pointing and pointing from afar.

In fact Spock is also a - in Earth terms, a grade skipper.Therefore, boys aged ten and thirteen were thin and small among a group of fourteen and five-year-old children, like two bean sprouts who could be bullied at will.The experience of the first three days let Jim know that the communication of their group of earth children is not something to be cheered up by most Vulcan children——the same as when Spock first met—"coconuts without logic", almost A general impression that can be applied to all Vulcan woods.

But what really surprised Jim was that Spock was also the target of discrimination.It's obvious.Those "pure-blood" kids don't express their arrogance with body language, but with words: they are so rude, they walk right up to Spock in groups, and cast a condescending glance: "This little bastard actually brought A human - he still can't get rid of the shameful part of human genes. It really is a failed hybrid, isn't it?"

The last few times Jim just happened to be away from Spock, given that one of the in-person classes was taught by Syran - he likes Syran and would be in his top three favorite Vulcans.When he finished pestering the young teacher with outlandish questions and then walked towards Spock, he could only catch the hem of a few older children leaving; Angry, but he looks up and Jim can see it—sadness in his eyes, real sadness.

Jim himself lives proudly and expectantly, he is the son of two Federation heroes, everyone but his parents affirms him (let's forget about that bastard Frank); Spock is just the opposite, everyone but his parents is there deny him—

Because of his origin, because half of Vulcan genes and half of human genes are in his blood.

Are human genes shameful?Little Jim clenched his fists and secretly decided to fight back: he wanted to defend the dignity of all human beings.

There was no teacher Syran's class today, it was all question-and-answer sessions in the Crater of the Moon (Jim stubbornly called their study place).When Jim finished another long and uninteresting calculation that seemed to be as long as pi, he decided that the study of today was over.He crawled out of the hole (not literally) just in time to see Spock with his back turned to him, surrounded by three older Vulcan kids.

Jim's hearing is far worse than that of Vulcans, but fortunately these children did not deliberately lower the volume.

"Isn't this our little 'Honey' Spock?"

"Did your mother give you a passionate kiss today?"

"Do you know how many kinds of germs can be carried by the exchange of face and lips?"

"Vulcans are never ashamed of frequent physical contact, and you actually—oh, I apologize, I forgot that you have half human blood and genes in your body."

"Look, are those a pair of human eyes?"

Spock has never been more thankful that he's half-breed: he's not full Vulcan blood, so if he can't quite keep his emotions in check, it can be blamed on biology, can't it?

He was waiting for his rage to slowly rise—violence was not an option, but when it was the only way to defend himself, he had no choice.And a part of his humanity murmured justification: they provoked him first.

But before the boy could swing his fist, another smaller figure came out from nowhere, and stood in front of him full of protective desire.

"...Jim?"

Not only Spock, but the other Vulcan kids were also stunned, wondering where the little sprout came from.Soon one of them recognized the blue-eyed boy: "Isn't this the coconut from Spock's?"

"You ridiculous black watermelons!" Even if Jim stands in front of Spock it doesn't mean he's tall enough to block the view from both sides; the statement also makes Spock slightly uncomfortable, but for various reasons... Spock chooses to watch.

"A bunch of wooden heads, are you still immature?" Jim shook his head, making a look of regret.

"Civilized?" One of the boys—can't remember the name, anyway, the villain name is not that important—glared, "Vulcan's advanced level is 50.63 years ahead of Earth. Don't you teach such common sense knowledge in your courses? "

"Yeah, but I don't think so." Jim folded his arms and looked up at him unafraid, "But in our place, it was only a few hundred years ago—hundreds of years ago that there was a hierarchy based on blood. So, are you Vulcans hundreds of years behind Earth in this regard?"

The Vulcan children narrowed their eyes, visibly offended.Then the eloquent Jim (yes, his diplomatic skills have been revealed since then) took advantage of all the holes in their words and attitudes and fought back one by one until the tallest boy was no longer Unable to contain his anger logically, he stepped up and shoved Jim.

This might not be a big deal for a Vulcan, but Jim is an earth kid, smaller and shorter than him, and the skinny little boy fell backwards, and Spock stepped forward to hold him reflexively—

"Don't touch him!" the words slipped out of his mouth before he knew it; and deep down in his brain, Spock felt a quick sting somewhere—when Jim had just been violated.

Jim shot back faster than he could: he's small, but he's nimble.

And of course Spock couldn't just sit back and watch.

The children sat on the aircraft, and they were the only passengers on the shuttle bus back.The two little ones were both slightly or heavily bruised, but they were in a victorious mood: several children wrestled together, and finally the Vulcan supervisor T'Meeo rushed over after hearing the news like a chick After asking the reason, Spock and Jim were punished for "going home to reflect on the use of violence", while the older Vulcan children unfortunately needed to deduct credits for serious violations of "racial discrimination" and meet their parents .

"Justice prevails!" After the verdict came out, Jim, whose little face was still dirty, secretly gave Spock a V. Spock hasn't quite calmed down the soreness in his limbs yet, but he can't help but curl his mouth up too.

They sat in the same row, and Jim was still looking excitedly at the red desert outside the window—Spock had been looking at it for 13 years, and he really didn't find them interesting; but Jim was different, Jim was always curious about everything.

"Why are you helping me?" Spock asks, though his tone doesn't sound like a question.

"It's just a little effort. I don't like others bullying the weak."

"But..." Spock pointed out, "You were the weakest individual in the group just now."

Jim turned his head and stared at him with blue eyes: "Don't look down on me! I'll be taller in a few years—maybe I'll be taller than you! You wood."

"I'm not a kind of wood. And, that's not possible." Spock blinked, the blue was really dazzling, "Based on the height of the parents and the genetic ratio, it can be inferred—"

"Stop, stop!" the boy made a stop gesture, "God, Spock, are you really going to make a bunch of data out of everything?"

"...it's accurate, and I have solid grounds for it."

"Poor woods, your life is really tiring." Jim patted his thigh sympathetically, and turned his head to look out the window again.

Spock stares blankly at where Jim's palm was just now against the fabric of his pants, not remembering the brief pain in his head that occurred 2.3 hours ago.

It's too fast.Like sparks flickering after friction, they are fleeting.

7.【Spirk】White Lie

Vulcans don't need sleep that much, and the hidden depths of consciousness during sleep are not even as deep as meditation; at the same time, their senses are much more acute than humans, so even if Jim leaves the slightest movement, Spock is still awakened: he has always been with humans. Boys sleep with their backs to each other, so they don't need to open their eyes, just focus on hearing and breathing evenly.

He wanted to know what Jim was going to do, but through getting along with his mother, he learned that sometimes humans don't tell others what they do so directly; so he has to wait, infer and guess what Jim wants to get up.

Spock had been sleeping in his own room since he was very young, and the boy didn't know that humans sometimes get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or something; but it's kind of a sham, and Jim wasn't really called by nature. Spock lays still for a while, and then he hears the window open, and Jim tries to be gentle with it, but it still makes a small noise—