A prince from a certain American comic book

This will be a safe trip, no Jason, no horror, just relaxation and two guaranteed credits upon your return...

Aren't you going down?

Are there academic credits?

"..."

Ike's idea was simple: he would participate in activities that offered academic credits, but he would not participate in any activities that did not offer academic credits.

This way, one can avoid comments that make one feel out of place and earn enough money to graduate early.

The plan to kill two birds with one stone was perfect.

Chris walked over to Ike and, like Ike, placed her hands on the railing, watching the students below playing mutated ice hockey. She asked, "Do you have any ideas about universities?"

Which university?

MIT was ruled out first.

As for the reason?

There was no particular reason.

After thinking for a moment, Ike glanced at Chris and said, "Hopkins, I guess. He's also in Baltimore, close to home. What about you?"

Chris said, "Stanford."

Chris was very interested in computer technology, so choosing Stanford was a natural choice.

Ike smiled and said, "San Francisco is nice too, the scenery is just as beautiful."

Chris stared at Ike without blinking and said nothing.

Ike watched Chris's gaze fall on his neck, smiled, and said, "An ornament."

Chris looked at the thing around Ike's neck that resembled a miniature Rubik's Cube and laughed, "It looks almost like a Rubik's Cube. Won't it hurt if the sharp edges press against your skin?"

Ike smiled.

Night falls.

Boom!

Ike, who was having a meal in the ship's dining room, looked down at the spoon that he had accidentally knocked to the floor and frowned.

Ike looked up and gazed at the students eating in the cafeteria.

Too south.

Aini.

Julius.

Sean.

……

Ike frowned and asked Wayne, who even ate with his precious camera in his arms, "Wayne, where did Jesse go?"

Wayne, an introverted man who dreams of becoming a top photographer, looked up, opened his mouth, and said, "Jesse said the echo outside isn't enough, so she should create the song down here."

Ike narrowed his eyes.

He felt something was off; they had clearly changed their travel dates.

After picking up the spoon that had fallen to the floor and placing it on the table, Ike asked, "Is this the equipment bay?"

Wayne nodded quickly.

Ike didn't say anything more and walked out of the restaurant cabin.

As he stepped out the door and walked down the corridor, Ike frowned, glancing at Tae-nam and Aini sitting together in the restaurant, seemingly talking in hushed tones.

Ike shook his head.

Friendships between women are strange; finding Jesse is the most important thing right now.

Julius, a dark-skinned man who dreams of becoming a boxer, smiled as he watched Ike's departing figure and said to his sidekick, "That guy sent the wrong thing again."

The follower reminded him, "Julius, Ike has even beaten up those 12th-grade thugs."

Julius said irritably, "That's because he's never fought me before."

As the president of the school's boxing club, Julius had invited Ike to join the boxing team after Ike beat up a 12th-grade thug.

Ike refused without even thinking.

Joining the boxing club doesn't even earn you 0.5 credits; how could anyone possibly join such a club?

However, Julius clearly misunderstood.

As a result, for a period of time, rumors about Ike discriminating against certain skin colors suddenly began to circulate.

Later, when Ike learned that the source was the boxing club, he went directly to their house and challenged everyone except Julius, who was sick at home with a cold that day.

Julius was outraged when he heard the news after returning to school. Just as he was about to teach Ike a lesson, Ike and the math club were already preparing for the competition with other universities...

Not far away.

After finishing their conversation, Tainan, who had been voted the ball queen and was sporting her own curly hair, sat down opposite Chris.

While watching the hot-tempered Julius, Tai Nan whispered to Chris across from him, "I'm going to eat Julius tonight. What about you? Did you take the medicine I gave you?"

Chris stared at the untouched bottle of apple juice on Ike's desk, lost in thought.

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

Chapter 064: Jason's Attack (Seeking Recommendations)

Tai Nan followed Chris's gaze. (Ice & Fire Chinese website: www.BHZw.cc)

The image freezes on the glass of apple juice on Ike's desk, which appears to be completely untouched.

Chris was somewhat confused.

Why do I not think I've ever had this before?

"Did Ike find out when you were putting the medicine in?"

"How could that be? I took that glass of juice from the kitchen. Ike definitely didn't see it."

"That means he doesn't like apple juice."

"...That's impossible."

Chris shook her head. She had specifically asked Claire yesterday, and Ike's favorite drink was apple juice. Why hadn't he touched it at all?

Tai Nan looked around, winked at Julius, the young black man who admired strength, and walked directly to Ike's seat, lowering his head to smell the apple juice.

The odor is normal.

To help Chris, Tai Nan bought this high-quality product from the black market; it's colorless and tasteless and dissolves in juice.

Tai Nan turned back to his seat and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any more?"

Chris shook her head.

She was a little nervous in the kitchen and threw the whole bottle that Tai Nan had given her into the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Tai Nan looked at Chris with a strange yet admiring gaze and said, "Luckily, he didn't drink it just now."

Chris was taken aback.

Which side are you on?

Tai Nan whispered close to Chris's ear, "Just a tiny bit of that stuff is enough. Are you planning to do it a hundred times if you drink a whole bottle?"

Chris blushed, a rare sight for her.

Tai Nan sighed and said, "It's alright, I have something even better here, I guarantee you'll be able to eat Ike."

Chris immediately looked up at Tai Nan.

Bright, piercing eyes!

Inside the equipment compartment.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The equipment inside the equipment bay was running, accompanied by loud rock music.

Ike is exhausted.

Being a nanny is tiring, being a nanny for a group of high schoolers in the prime of their adolescence is even more tiring, and if you add the fact that these teenagers are supposed to be dying, then it's doubly tiring.

Ike licked his lips.

A little thirsty.

The reason I didn't drink apple juice is quite simple.

I'm tired of drinking it.

Although Claire would ask Ike what he wanted to drink every time he went to Claire's house, no matter what fruit Ike changed, he would always end up with apple juice.

When Ike questioned Claire, Claire said something that Ike couldn't refute.

That means, being with me isn't about what juice you want to drink, but about what juice I have here.

It was obvious that Claire only had one type of fruit at home: apples.

As for why Ike always gets to choose, Ike asked her the same question, and Claire just casually replied that it was just a matter of politeness.

Ike was speechless.

Yes.

Ike feels like he's developed a psychological condition lately that makes him want to vomit at the sight of apple juice...

Not long after.

Ike saw Jesse, who was happily lost in his own world, enjoying himself and dreaming of becoming a singer.

Jesse was engrossed in playing the instrument with his headphones on, eyes closed, and back to Ike.