I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Chapter 60 A Body Controlled by Hormones

Debbie's face was flushed from the heat, and she wiped away the sweat.

"How was your jump?"

"Your thighs are very white," Richard answered honestly, handing Debbie her coat at the same time.

"Put this on, it's getting colder."

Debbie proudly and smugly put on her coat to keep warm.

Richard calmly replied:

"Exposing your legs in this cold weather will cause you to develop arthritis when you get older."

"Hey! You're such a spoilsport! Are you even my dad?!" Debbie rolled her eyes.

"Richard, are you and Debbie on a date?" a girl asked curiously.

To most people, Richard and Debbie's relationship seemed a bit strange.

When male and female students are in the throes of new love, they tend to spend a lot of time together.

However, Richard and Debbie were not that close.

The students around were very curious.

Tang Yuqing seemed indifferent, but in reality, she was already listening intently.

"Me and her..." Richard hadn't finished speaking when Debbie proudly hugged him and publicly announced:

"Richard is my boyfriend! You little bitches, stay away from him!"

Richard frowned slightly.

The students started making a fuss:

"As expected, King and Queen are destined to be together!"

Countless boys who still harbored fantasies sighed inwardly.

Tang Yuqing couldn't believe her ears.

Debbie publicly announced their relationship, which was completely different from what she had guessed.

It's true! What makes him think he can date a cheerleader?!

Debbie then noticed Richard's gaze and immediately felt a little guilty, whispering:

"Look how envious those boys are of you! I'll make you famous, and you can secretly rejoice."

"You're just reserving seats for yourself, aren't you?" Richard glanced at the cunning girl, too lazy to explain.

He could see that Debbie's love for him was growing, probably a side effect of her ignited desire, making her mistakenly believe that she really liked him.

Indeed, there is no such thing as free will.

Humans are merely shells controlled by hormones.

Before the competition started, Richard continued reading, and soon heard a system notification:

"Ding! You have begun studying a magic notebook. Knowledge of [Soul and Desire]: Level 2, 26% -> 27%"

Richard's lips curled into a slight smile.

The method of studying hormones and endocrinology textbooks is correct; this is the second time I've improved my knowledge.

Now that both branches have reached level 2, growth has reached a bottleneck and is very slow.

The "Pain and Plague" branch still doesn't know how to unlock.

The mission "[Secrets of Flesh and Blood]" is far from over, and he needs the opportunity to touch and cut flesh and blood with his own hands. The Katarina Clinic can no longer meet the needs of the mission.

The third servant must be determined as soon as possible, and it would be best to resolve these issues.

Richard originally intended to convert Antonio; he was sure he could get enough corpses.

However, the gang leader's whereabouts were very secretive, and he could not be found at all.

Richard, as a second-best option, prepared to convert Calderson into a servant.

Calderson's lab was one of the buyers of corpses like Alex, allowing them to possess a large number of corpses legally and safely for a long period of time.

You can safely learn anatomy and level up by using corpses in Calderson's lab.

However, Calderson was not the perfect target; he was merely a temporary replacement, to be replaced once a better servant was found.

Just like game equipment.

......

Not far away, Catherine watched this scene and sighed inwardly, unsure of her own feelings.

The boys' parents watched with smiles, as if recalling their own youth.

The girls' parents all looked rather grim.

A white mother laughed and asked deliberately:

"Oh, Debbie's boyfriend is a handsome little boy, Asian? What country is he from?"

"Dong Daren," Catherine glanced at her and added:

"The results are excellent."

"Eastern University students, oh, their grades have always been excellent..." the white woman said sarcastically, almost laughing out loud inside.

Grades don't matter!

The important thing is that Debbie's boyfriend is Asian!

Yellow race!

Debbie used to have the upper hand over her daughter, but today she finally turned the tables.

The other mothers were also very gossipy, and none of them would pass up the opportunity to embarrass Catherine.

Catherine calmly replied:

"The boy's name is Richard. He's preparing for the Princeton entrance exam and has already received an internal recommendation letter from the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences at Princeton."

The white mother immediately stopped laughing.

The women around them also looked on with envy.

It's indeed not very respectable for a white girl to date a boy from the University of Tokyo.

However, if that boy from the University of Tokyo could get a recommendation letter from a big shot and get into Princeton, then the situation would be different.

That wasn't an ordinary Dongda boy; he was a powerful scion with a deep and influential background!

That's so respectable.

For the middle class, decency is everything.

"What a wonderful child!" the other mothers exclaimed with envy.

The white mother said sourly:

"Eastern University students are poor, and Princeton tuition is no small sum. Richard may have to pay off student loans for 30 years."

Catherine smiled and said:

"Richard rents an apartment in YC condominium for $4800 a month, and it seems his parents should be able to cover his tuition in full."

In summary, the daughter found a wealthy, good-looking, and academically successful boyfriend from a high-class background.

Damn! The white mother was speechless.

Damn Debbie!

Damn it, Catherine!

Why does she get all the good things?!

......

The whistle blew, the competition was about to begin, and Debbie returned to the cheerleaders to prepare for the final warm-up dance.

A group of girls excitedly squeezed her in the middle, chattering about Richard.

Debbie glanced back every now and then, her cheeks flushed.

On the field, David stood still, motionless for a long time.

How come Richard is completely unharmed?

Why didn't the BG gang deal with him?

What exactly is Richard planning to do against me? Or has he simply forgotten about it?

"What are you standing there for!" Bob suddenly slapped David on the shoulder:

"The game is about to start, hurry up and flip the coin, don't just stand there!"

David grunted and said absentmindedly:

"OK."

He had been actively seeking this opportunity for a long time, and finally convinced Bob to give him one last chance.

Bob noticed David was acting strangely and launched into a passionate outburst, trying to rekindle David's motivation:

"David! Are you daydreaming! MF! Or do you want to go back to the bench?!"

"No! Coach! I'm the school's starting quarterback!"

"Don't just tell me, show me! Go out there and crush those wolf cubs!"

"Dry them to death!"

David stormed onto the field, tossed a coin with the opposing captain to determine who would kick off first, and then the players took their positions.

The long whistle blew, signaling the start of the match.

Students and parents stopped chatting and turned their attention back to the room.

Richard watched the scene with great interest.

After he activated his desire sensing ability, the entire venue was filled with multicolored flames.

David was the most unusual; when he looked at me, a look of guilt flashed across his face.

Although it was just a small flame, it truly made me feel guilty!

You little brat, you sold me out to the BG gang too, didn't you?

Richard looked around and suddenly noticed a black man standing in the shadows of the light not far from the entrance, with a raging fire representing hatred burning above his head.

The flames on other people's heads were only the size of candles, but the flame on his head was bigger than an adult's fist!

It's Marcus, the guy who drugged Debbie!

Richard recognized the man.

Although it was far away and the location was dark, his superhuman physique gave him exceptional eyesight, allowing him to barely make out the other person's face.

Debbie had mentioned Marcus's name before, and Richard specifically searched for it online.

[Angry Rhyme] He's somewhat famous; his photos are everywhere.

Marcus's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the cheerleaders.

After Debbie finished dancing, she skipped and hopped over to Richard's side.

Richard noticed that the other person's gaze followed him.

It turns out Marcus was keeping an eye on Debbie, apparently preparing to take revenge on either Mike or Debbie...

Just then, a phone call came in, and Richard answered it to find it was Mike:

"Hey yellow-skinned kid! Come out here! I'm outside the football field, I have something to say to you!"

Mike was off the court? Richard glanced at the furious Marcus and instantly came up with a brilliant idea that would kill two birds with one stone:

"No time! I'm watching Debbie dance, her legs are so beautiful."

Mike's mind went blank for a second, and he said coldly:

"You're asking for it, kid!"