A prince from a certain American comic book

Ekko: "..."

Seeing Chris's overly dramatic demeanor, Casey on the other side couldn't help but make a gesture that gave her goosebumps.

Chris grabbed a French fry and threw it at Casey across from her.

Casey dodged immediately and made a very smug expression.

After half an hour.

After watching Matt and Casey drive away from the restaurant, Ike and Chris walked three blocks away to Elm Street.

on the way.

Chris asked, "Have you thought about your graduation speech yet?"

Ike smiled and said, "I'm good at giving speeches without notes."

For a king aspiring to become the king of a great nation, public speaking is a fundamental skill. It has been estimated that a king, excluding formal occasions, can give as many as five figures of speeches in his lifetime, even just in unexpected situations.

Yes.

Ike looked at Chris, who had a smile in her eyes, and said, "Public speaking is one of my natural talents."

The ability to navigate the flow of time is an innate skill.

Talent and innate ability are two different concepts and should not be confused.

Just then.

Boom!

Just as Ike and Chris were about to cross the street, a room on the third floor of an apartment building across the street suddenly exploded and caught fire.

A fireball shone brightly in the darkness.

Fire?

After regaining his senses, Ike said to Chris, "Call the police."

Chris nodded.

Ike crossed the street and headed straight for the apartment building. It was already 10 p.m., and since Elm Street was nearby, the residents there were practically nowhere to be seen by 8 p.m.

Just as Ike reached the entrance of the apartment building, a young man wearing a hoodie also ran over.

Ike and the young man were both taken aback.

next second.

The two of them tacitly ran into the apartment building.

Saving lives is the priority right now.

The third floor was already filled with smoke, and in just a short while, it was already making it difficult to breathe.

The young man next to him coughed and called out towards the fire, "Is anyone there?"

Ike didn't say anything.

Shortly after, after the young man called out three times, a faint voice came from inside a room.

Ike rushed over and kicked the door open.

Once inside, it was clear that the most intense fire was in the kitchen, likely caused by a gas leak.

"Rescue."

"Ah."

After exchanging a brief conversation with the man, Ike and the man arrived one after the other at the door of a bedroom. Ike kicked the door open, sending it flying out.

The man next to him gave Ike a thumbs-up in amazement.

Just then.

Ike turned his head to look at a small bedroom on the right.

There is no other reason.

There was also someone trapped in the small bedroom.

Looking up at the beams that were about to break from the heat, Ike immediately ran towards the small bedroom.

In a word.

Now is not the time for scheming. Ike can guarantee he won't die, but he can't guarantee the same if this kind man next to him goes in.

With a loud bang!

Ekko burst through the door, and as the flames on the floor approached his body, a wisp of cold air emanated from them.

"Help."

"Help."

Ike's gaze fell on the wardrobe from which the faint call was coming from.

Open the wardrobe door.

A dark-skinned girl, about five or six years old, was curled up inside, looking as if she had been severely frightened.

Ike remained silent.

The fire started, and he hid inside a wooden wardrobe. Although he was just a child, Ike was certain of one thing: the parents of this family were going to lose custody of their child.

Ten minutes later.

Ike and the helpful young man ran out of the apartment building.

Ike, covered in dust and dirt, was holding a little black girl.

A disheveled young man was holding a black-haired child in his arms.

Doorway.

The fire truck arrived late, wailing and wailing.

The fastest-arriving media outlets were clicking away.

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Chapter 115: City Honor Student

the next day..

Ike sat happily at the table eating his breakfast, while Talking Tom and Jerry each occupied a spot and ate their own food.

dong dong!

Ike raised his head slightly and then his gaze fell on Talking Tom.

With a whoosh.

Jerry the mouse had already dashed back to the upside-down mouse hole in the corner with his bowl in a flash.

Talking Tom looked at the mouse hole and meowed helplessly. He could only get off his seat and pretend to be an ordinary house cat as he ran to open the door.

"Hi, Tom."

"Meow!"

Claire entered the house and affectionately patted Tom the cat on the forehead as he opened the door for her.

Ike turned around and asked with some curiosity, "Claire? When did you get back?"

"just."

Claire sat down at the table, slammed a newspaper in front of Ike with a thud, and smiled, "You're famous now."

Ike glanced at the newspaper.

The newspaper was the Baltimore City Paper, where even the Washington Post might not be able to compete with the City Paper's sales.

The headline on the front page of the city newspaper.

A fire breaks out in the apartment, and two heroic doubles step in to rescue a brother and sister.

Ike smiled and looked up at Claire, saying, "I saw it by chance when I came back yesterday. Anyone else would have done the same."

Claire rested her chin on her hand and smiled, "I'm very happy to see you like this."

Ike was somewhat puzzled.

Claire explained, "Now that you're healthier, I can leave in peace."

Ike frowned and asked, "Leave? Where are you going?"

Claire shook the sparkling ring on her hand and smiled without saying a word.

Ike understood.

Ok.

Claire probably wants to move to South Carolina, since her fiancé is still striving for a position as a state legislator.

Ike smiled at Claire and said, "Claire, you will be happy."

Claire smiled, her face unable to hide her anticipation for the upcoming trip to South Carolina.

"When are you leaving?"

"This afternoon."

"So urgent?"

"Correct."

Claire nodded, then took the bank card with a million dollars in it out of her bag and slid it onto the table in front of Ike.

Without being coy, Ike put the paper away and asked Claire, "Will you be attending my graduation ceremony?"

Claire raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, unless you're not planning to send me an invitation."

Ike laughed heartily.

If Claire wasn't given a family ticket for graduation, who else could he give it to, his sister?

Ike was very clear-headed.