A prince from a certain American comic book

Chapter 060: Black Friday (Seeking Recommendations)

After a long pause. (Ice@Fire#Chinese www.Bhzw.cC)

With great self-control, Ike shifted his gaze from the slip of paper with about a dozen names on it to the counselor in front of him.

Their ninth-grade counselor was a woman in her forties named Lenny Wickham.

next second.

With a slightly dry smile, Ike looked at their counselor and said, "Um, Ms. Wickham, I suddenly realized that I might not be able to serve as the grade coordinator this time. Perhaps you could choose someone else?"

Oni-shet.

Ike might not be able to recall a single name, but if he still can't remember a whole string of names together, that would be a bit much.

I haven't watched many of the Friday the 13 series.

But he had seen the only Jason murder story that took place on a ship, the eighth film in the Friday the 13 series.

This is truly closely intertwined with thriller and horror stories.

A walking messenger of disaster?

Ike had a vague feeling that a title was about to be firmly placed on his head.

Counselor Ms. Wickham frowned and looked at Ike, asking, "Why? Yesterday you were telling me all about the advantages of choosing you as an assistant counselor."

Ike quickly said, "Ms. Wickham, actually I lied to you yesterday. I made a bet with some classmates that you would let me become this assistant supervisor."

Ms. Wickham frowned and said, "Cheating is not good. According to school rules, I need to deduct three conduct credits from you."

Ike quickly said to Ms. Wickham, who was about to cross out his name, "Wait!"

Losing three academic credits is one thing, but another.

But what about his character?

These days, good universities pay a lot of attention to students' conduct and grades during their university years. If you lose three points and thus fail to get into a top university...

Ha ha.

The image of his sister wielding the spiked club reappeared in Ike's mind once again.

and also.

These days, which king or noble heir didn't graduate from a prestigious university? As the king of a great nation, he couldn't possibly go to a third-rate diploma mill; that would be a disgrace.

Ike immediately coughed and said, "Ms. Wickham, I'm sorry, I have a bit of a cold today and may have said some things without thinking."

Ms. Wickham looked up at Ike and asked, "So you want to be the assistant warden?"

Ike nodded and said, "But could we move our time forward or backward by one day?"

Although he couldn't remember the details of the plot.

But it is Friday the 13th after all. The 13th must have some significance. Can't we just avoid it?

Boffet.

Ike stared at the departure date of June 13th on the paper and said to Ms. Wickham, "Ms. Wickham, I think the number 13 is a bit unlucky. What do you think about changing it to the 14th?"

Ms. Wickham smiled and said, "You have quite a lot of demands."

Ike laughed and said, "Since I've become this assistant administrator, I feel it's necessary for me to avoid some risks for the safety of the students on this trip, even if it's just because of this tiny bit of superstition."

Ms. Wickham nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to your request. This time we will be traveling on Captain DeCarter's cruise ship. Sean on the list is Captain DeCarter's son. However, you may have to explain to Captain DeCarter why you delayed him by a day to prevent him from seeing his son."

Ike stood up and said, "I think Captain Deckard will understand."

Those who sail boats, whether in the East or the West, are more or less superstitious.

Thirteen is indeed an unlucky number.

The day of Jesus' Last Supper was the 13th.

The thirteenth person to attend the dinner was Judas, who ultimately betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver…

Ms. Wickham smiled and said nothing more. Instead, she took out the form that Ike needed to give to his guardian for signature and handed it to Ike, saying, "This form needs to be submitted when you board the ship. The school needs your parents' authorization signature."

After receiving it, Ike said goodbye and left.

outside.

Chris, who was standing at the top of the stairs with her backpack, asked curiously when she saw that Ike had taken so long to arrive, "Why are you so slow?"

Ike gazed at Chris with deep eyes.

Chris frowned, sniffed her hair, and after confirming there was no strange smell, looked at Ike with some confusion.

Ike said, "Why don't you go back and talk to Mr. Cipher about moving to New York?"

Chris rolled her eyes at Ike, turned around, said something, and walked back without looking back.

Ike stood there and smiled.

These days, doing something for someone else can offend them?

Ike felt a little melancholy.

quite a while.

When Ike reached the school gate, the sky-blue secondhand car that Mr. Cipher had bought for Chris after she got her driver's license last month was indeed gone.

Helpless, Ike could only choose a direction and walk along the street toward Elm Street.

Jesse, Dean, and Nancy are dead.

Although Quentin did not die, he became mentally unstable after waking up, and the doctor diagnosed him with Cottal syndrome.

The specific manifestation of Cottal syndrome is that patients believe their own body and internal organs have changed, or that some or all of them no longer exist...

So Quentin took a break from his studies.

And then.

Because there were fewer than three students boarding at the Elm Street stop, and because Ike was busy organizing library materials to earn 0.5 credits and had missed the school meeting, by the time Ike found out, Chris had already offered to drive Ike to and from school...

Overall, it's a sad story.

Just then.

As Ike turned the corner, a bright blue used car pulled up. Chris, sitting in the driver's seat, said with a somewhat cold expression, "Get in."

Ike glanced at Chris, whose expression had turned cold and who no longer exuded the aura of a queen, and after a moment of silence, he chose to get into the car.

Again.

You will never offend the same woman twice in one day.

night.

After dinner, Ike handed Claire, who was eating an apple, a form that required a guardian's signature.

Claire glanced at it, then looked up at Ike with a beaming smile and said, "You've finally figured it out? Chris should be going this time too, right?"

Ike, seemingly immune to Claire's flirtatious tone, said nonchalantly, "I'm just trying to earn two conduct credits; it has nothing to do with Chris."

Claire clearly didn't believe it.

Ike said somewhat helplessly, "I understand your encouragement, but why do the Cyphers seem to have no objections? They even seem to be happy about it?"

After signing her name, Claire said, "Of course, teenage love is the most beautiful kind of love, and it's love without any external interference. Everyone deserves to have such a love."

"But teenage love is like a fleeting flower."

"But the epiphyllum is beautiful, isn't it?"

"..." I'd like to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book,"~

Chapter 061: Getting the Marriage Certificate on the Same Day (Seeking Recommendations)

One week later. Ice and Fire @ Chinese www.bhZW.cc

Even in his sleep, Ike continued to beat Freddy, who had completely lost his temper, from 10 p.m. until 8:30 a.m. the next morning.

When Ike woke up, he felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Previously, Freddy would also use various methods to release evil spirits he enslaved to ambush Ike.

But Ike already knows how many cards Freddy's Evil Spirit has up his sleeve.

and so.

The same words used to describe Saint Seiya can also be applied to Ike; the same attacks are no longer enough to harm him.

"Ding dong!"

"Tom."

"Meow!"

Talking Tom, who was chasing Jerry the mouse around in the living room for his morning exercise as soon as he woke up, heard the sound and immediately rushed to the door and opened it.

Chris smiled as she looked at Talking Tom, who opened the door for her. She gently stroked Talking Tom's head and lifted the food box containing chicken legs and cheese in her hand.

Talking Tom's eyes widened instantly.

Even Jerry the mouse, smelling the cheese, jumped onto Tom the cat's head and squeaked at Chris.

quite a while.

When Ike finished washing up, got dressed, and dried his hair with a towel as he came downstairs, he saw a cat and a mouse fawning over Chris because of the delicious food.

Two traitors.

no doubt.

Tom the cat, with a delicious chicken leg in his mouth, let Chris stroke his smooth little belly. Jerry the mouse, while not quite as shameless as Tom the cat, still allowed Chris to stroke his forehead.

Ike stepped down and said with a smile, "I remember you own a dog."

Chris, who had been smiling, looked up and saw Ike, and then instantly displayed what is called a woman's innate skill: a complete change of expression.

Chris stood up and said calmly, "I thought you forgot you were going to the DMV today."

Ike said, "How could that be? I've been waiting for this day for so long."

Yes.