American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

"Hmm..." Skye stretched on the bed and slowly sat up. "It feels like I slept for a long time."

"You did sleep for a long time," Jon's voice came softly from the side.

"Jon?" Skye sat bolt upright. "How did I fall asleep?"

"Maybe some bastard with a tranquilizer gun," Jon gestured a shooting motion, "and just like that, *piu*, he hit you."

"A tranquilizer gun?" Skye subconsciously touched her neck; she seemed to vaguely remember it.

She remembered that at that time, just as she was about to hack into the hotel system, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck, and then everything went black.

"That's right," Jon nodded, "The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. personally came to arrest you, that's quite a show of power, isn't it?"

"Wait a minute," Skye said with a strange expression, "You mean the bastard who drugged me is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? And he's a... black bastard?"

Skye immediately pictured it in her mind.

"Pretty much. The difference between him and Black Ludan is that he can speak human language, while Ludan can't."

Jon joked about Nick Fury while casually mentioning it to Skye:

"By the way, I'm now a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Wait!" Skye instinctively tensed up upon hearing this, but then relaxed. "You've become a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D."

It's no wonder she was wary; in her mind, S.H.I.E.L.D. had a very, very bad image.

Moreover, it seems that the person who took Skye away from her parents was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

It would be a miracle if anyone had a good impression of that.

"Skye," Jon noticed the change in her expression, "let me finish."

"I know you don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D."

"But you've been hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D. for so long, you must have something important to investigate, right?"

As he spoke, he handed over an ID card and said:

"This is temporary access granted to Fury, with a 10-minute time limit. What you find out depends on your abilities."

Skye took the ID card blankly, her eyes slightly red: "Jon, you..."

"Stop," Jon interrupted, raising his hand. "Don't be so mushy. Consider this compensation."

He hesitated for a moment, then said half-jokingly, "I'm sorry, but you probably won't be able to save the world with me."

Upon hearing this, Skye suddenly laughed: "Jon, I never cared about saving the world. I'm only here to repay a favor to you."

"Okay, so you really don't want to save the world."

Jon feigned surprise, clearly already aware of the situation, "I thought it was my eloquence that impressed you."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, indicating that the little incident had not affected their relationship.

"In that case, let's end this small talk here." He walked towards the balcony. "Skye, hurry up and do your research; time is running out."

As a friend, Jon cannot and will not stop Skye from finding her parents.

Although he knew that Skye's mother was crazy and her father was a love-struck fool, and that the family situation was very worrying.

But it's too early to say anything now, because Jon will help her when the time comes.

Ten minutes later, when Jon returned from the balcony, he found that Skye did not look happy.

He understood immediately.

"Didn't find it?"

"We only found a little bit," Skye said dejectedly, turning the computer screen around.

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who sent me to the orphanage is dead. The cause of death is classified as top secret, and this card cannot be found."

"Top Secret?" Jon raised an eyebrow in surprise, then quickly came up with a solution. "How about this..."

"I know a Level 8 special agent; I'll ask him for you another day."

As he spoke, Jon patted her on the shoulder.

"I'm heading back to New York tomorrow, so I'd better get some rest tonight."

"Hmm." Skye nodded sullenly.

She was full of hope to find clues about her parents, but ultimately found nothing. This sense of disappointment was indeed very unpleasant.

Jon was about to go to the sofa to sleep when he suddenly turned around: "Oh, right, it's not all bad news today. Guess what good news there is?"

"You want to cancel your tickets?" Skye asked tentatively. "Then we can stay for a couple more days?"

"The tickets were indeed refunded, but we didn't stay a couple more days," Jon revealed. "We're going back tomorrow on Tony's private jet."

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early morning.

"Jon? Jon?"

In his sleep, Jon vaguely heard someone calling him and felt a gentle touch on his face.

It felt as if he were at the Great Thunder Temple, and the Buddha was standing in front of him, calling out to him affectionately.

Even the sound had an ethereal resonance.

Gradually, the sound became clearer, and the Buddha's face gradually became more feminine, eventually transforming into—

"Skye?" Jon opened his eyes in confusion. "When did you become a Buddha?"

"What Buddhahood? Are you still half asleep?" Skye looked confused. "Wake up, it's already seven o'clock."

Before Jon could react, Skye touched him twice more.

"What's wrong with seven o'clock?"

"Aren't we supposed to be riding in Stark's private jet?"

Jon blinked, then reluctantly brushed Skye's hand away and said:

"I forgot to tell you, the morning Tony mentioned, based on my understanding of him, should be 11 o'clock."

Suddenly, he remembered something and changed the subject, "Wait, Pepper's here this time too..."

He shook his head violently and said, "Then we only have half an hour to prepare!"

After saying that, he sprang up and rushed into the bathroom.

"Why are you acting like a child?" Skye shook her head with a smile, picked up her toiletries, and followed her inside.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the hotel entrance, having finished getting ready.

"Happy," Jon greeted.

"You're here so early?" Happy took the luggage. "Tony will be here in five minutes."

"I was woken up by someone." Jon glanced at Skye beside him. "This is Skye."

"Just call me Happy." After saying that, Happy looked at Jon with an air of knowing what he was doing. "I understand."

"I'm Skye, but we're not in that kind of relationship," Skye immediately clarified.

"Mmm-hmm." Happy winked at Jon. "I understand."

Jon shrugged helplessly.

Tony had already been dragged out of the hotel by Pepper, followed by Natasha in full regalia.

Pepper's face was grim, looking like a volcano about to erupt; it looked very ominous!

Seeing this, Jon wisely waved his hand but didn't dare to speak, for fear of being accidentally hurt.

A woman driven by anger is irrational.

"Get in the car," Pepper said briefly.

"Okay." Jon nodded and quickly pulled Skye into the extended Mercedes-Benz 6-seater.

Inside the car, Tony, acting like a playboy, kept flirting with Natasha.

Meanwhile, Jon Snow is being interrogated by Pepper:

Have you chosen a school yet?

"I've chosen it. The name is International Integrated Resources Development University," Jon answered without hesitation.

In fact, this so-called International Comprehensive Resource Development University is actually called the Aegis Academy.

This was a nominal school that he asked Coulson to arrange for him, complete with school rules, history, and location, because he was the real one.

This way, I can appease my aunt without actually having to go to school.

Finally, after graduation, Jon Snow was able to obtain a degree from MIT through connections arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D.

And all he did was offer a mere favor.

Anyway, he's a deadbeat, not to mention that owing favors can help improve relationships between people.

Sometimes, relationships between people are built up through this give-and-take.

By that calculation, he was absolutely ecstatic to have won.

At the same time.

Pepper checked on her phone and, seeing that the school was indeed quite good, she continued to ask:

"Great. What major are you planning to study?"

"Hmm..." Jon thought for a moment, "Arts, like painting and music."

"I, Jon Yowick, have a dream."

"Pepper, I want to become a world-renowned painter or musician."

Jon said it from the bottom of his heart.