I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Further away, the group of wealthy young ladies who had been screaming and scattering moments before also stopped, covering their mouths with incredulous expressions on their faces.

The way they looked at Evan was no longer the disdain they had for those "poor boys," but rather at a being who had intruded into their world and was completely out of step with their understanding.

Humans are instinctively drawn to the strong.

Especially in the moment of being rescued from a crisis, the gratitude and admiration are amplified infinitely.

Ivan's series of actions just now

From getting up at the smell of blood, to a judo throw, to a precise attack, ending the fight in one blow.

Clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

They're like knights and rangers straight out of those cheap novels.

In the distance, several school security personnel rushed over, carrying wooden sticks.

The middle-aged security guard in charge frowned deeply when he saw Ivan standing in the center of the field.

"It's you again?"

This middle-aged man was one of the witnesses who saw Evan kill LeBron and his three companions in the main teaching building lobby that day.

In his memory, this skinny student in the patched jacket was a crazy person who didn't care about his life.

Before Evan could explain, a clear voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Security, please don't misunderstand. Arkham was protecting us. That poor student suddenly went berserk."

A slender figure walked out from the group of girls.

She raised her hand and pointed to Gilbert, who was still twitching slightly on the ground.

The middle-aged security guard then noticed the limp body on the ground, and his expression quickly changed from vigilant to solemn.

He turned his head, lowered his voice, and said something to his companion beside him.

"Go and inform Professor Byron immediately."

The sound was very low, almost carried away by the wind.

But Evan's ears, which had been repeatedly stimulated by aspirin, caught every syllable.

Professor Byron.

The name flickered in Evan's mind.

A renowned chemistry professor at the university. A technical advisor to the Byron Group.

The Byron Group was one of the most important chemical giants in the United States at that time, and the aspirin he took every day had the company's logo printed on the bottle.

"So it wasn't just Professor Pulis's family conducting drug trials?"

Ivan's expression changed slightly.

He had initially thought that the potion on Gilbert was also the work of Priss.

But the moment Professor Byron's name appeared, the whole situation became complicated.

There are at least two extraordinary forces at this university using poor students as guinea pigs.

Their potions...

Ivan's hand tightened subtly in his pocket, pressing down on the three small medicine bottles.

That was a "trophy" he had casually pulled from Gilbert's jacket pocket while he was subduing Gilbert and suppressing his struggles.

Security personnel carried Gilbert away on a makeshift stretcher.

The thin body lay limp on the stretcher like a sack of flour. Several security guards frowned as they carried the stretcher, one even instinctively covering his nose with his sleeve.

Ivan stood still and did not follow.

These three bottles in my pocket need to be dealt with first.

If Byron later discovers that Gilbert is missing his medication and searches the area around the scene, he doesn't want to be caught red-handed.

"Thank you for saving Helen just now."

That clear voice rang out again.

Ivan turned his head.

A faint scent of jasmine mingled with the cool breeze and reached his nose.

Two female students were standing about two meters away from him.

The girl leading the group was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a well-tailored beige plaid skirt and a dark brown wool short coat over it.

On her feet were a pair of shiny calfskin lace-up ankle boots.

She is quite beautiful.

Her jet-black hair was secured at the back of her head with a ruby ​​hair clip, and a few stray strands fell down her cheeks.

Her facial features possess both the three-dimensional and broad contours of Westerners and the delicate and dignified features unique to Easterners.

His skin was as white as fine porcelain, his cheeks were slightly chubby, his lips were a natural light red, his eyes were dark and bright, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, giving him an undeniable air of heroism.

She has a graceful demeanor and an inherent strength and confidence.

The girl next to her was much more shy.

She nestled close to the first girl, clutching her sleeve tightly, her eyes red and her face still bearing traces of tears from her shock.

She was wearing a blue cashmere dress, which was now somewhat disheveled from the earlier chaos, with a few grains of coal stuck to her shoulders.

Her skin was fair, with a few faint freckles scattered on the bridge of her nose. She lowered her head and sobbed softly.

She looks just like a younger sister nestled in her older sister's arms.

Ivan waved casually.

"It's nothing serious."

The girl in the lead took a step forward and extended her right hand.

“My name is Erdin Yousefka Hearst.”

Her fingers were white and slender. She naturally gathered a strand of bangs that had fallen to her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

The movement was fluid and elegant, and the entire posture, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, outlined an indescribable youthful beauty.

The necks of those poor boys in the distance were stretched out as if the wind would break them, and their eyes were all fixed on the screen.

“There have been a lot of rumors about you lately,” Elting said, her voice carrying a hint of meaning.

"After seeing your behavior today, I realized that some people are really petty."

With one hand still on the medicine bottle in his pocket, Evan reached out with his other hand and grasped Ertin's soft hand.

He gave it only a polite handshake and immediately withdrew it.

"It is an honor to receive your recognition."

He nodded slightly to Erdin.

"But you should comfort this poor lady first, I still have to carry sacks after dinner."

After saying this, he reached up and took off the old newsboy cap from his head, gave the two girls a polite nod, and then turned and left.

it's getting dark.

I wanted to hurry back to take my medicine first, and then go to the dock to carry sacks.

No matter how beautiful she is, if she neither lets me sleep with her nor gives me money, what's the point of all this nonsense?

Evan is very pragmatic.

Chapter 39: A Magical Potion Specifically for Countering Bloodthirsty Races

Erdin blinked his dark eyes.

She stood there, stunned.

According to her pre-set script for this kind of occasion.

A poor boy like Evan, when a rich girl of his status takes the initiative to talk to him and reach out to him.

You should immediately show utmost respect and excitement, and try your best to say as many words as possible to leave a good impression.

Why did this guy just... leave like that?

Carrying sacks?

Is carrying sacks more attractive than me?

Helen, the girl who was still sobbing behind her, also looked up and stared in surprise at Evan's departing figure.

Ivan did not turn around.

He walked straight to the group of Ryan and John by the edge of the playground, their eyes filled with envy and regret.

"It's getting dark, if we don't leave soon we'll miss the tram."

Ryan stared intently at Evan, lowering his voice and speaking almost in a tone of reverence.

"That's Miss Hearst! A high-ranking noblewoman from Britain!"

"So many middle-class students send flowers and fawn over her, writing her love poems, yet they can't even catch a glimpse of her!"

"My God! What are you saying? Carrying sacks? You...you've completely ruined this precious chat opportunity!"

John, standing nearby, eagerly added insult to injury.

"They take a car to and from school every day! Do you even know what a car is?"

Ivan shrugged, his tone indifferent.

"do not know."

John was so anxious he kept stamping his feet.

"The kind of car that car tycoon Kevin Durant drives!"

Ivan pursed his lips.