A prince from a certain American comic book

Chris: "..."

That's how youth is; when restless, even the essence of ice within can't be calmed down. Thanks to the good qualities he's cultivated since childhood, Ike has quite a few specialties.

After half an hour.

When Ike and Chris finished dressing and came out of the grove, everyone had already gathered together to enjoy the fireworks display that was about to begin.

This was funded by Baltimore City Hall.

"What were you two doing just now?"

"Shut up."

"Haha."

Ike glanced at Chris and Monica, who were frolicking around nearby, shook his head, and turned to the young black man Steve, saying, "Hey, where are Andrew and Matt?"

Steve turned around and said, "Honnier was about to punch Andrew, but Matta blocked him. You know Andrew, he's a total loner and doesn't know any rules."

Ike said quietly, "That's what you all said back then too, that I didn't know the rules."

Steve was completely stunned.

Ike immediately gave an international hand gesture.

The way to deal with these restless, good-for-nothing young guys is to conquer them with force. These days, the ones who are popular in colleges are never bookworms, but high-quality men who exude hormones.

There were a lot of people turning around just now.

But after Ike said that, all the familiar faces who had been cornered and beaten by Ike in the toilet before silently turned around and waited for the fireworks to begin.

Ten minutes later.

The first firework exploded in the sky.

next second.

Many female students began chattering and clasping their hands together to make wishes upon the fireworks.

Chris, who was next to Ike, was the same.

After half an hour.

All the fireworks that Baltimore City Hall had purchased at great expense were used up, and Ike and Chris got up and walked towards the parking lot.

on the way.

Ike asked with some curiosity, "What did you just wish for?"

Chris gave Ike a charming look and smiled, "I'm making a wish that we can watch fireworks together when we're twenty-one."

Ekko: "..."

,Wonderful!

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

It's Chapter 092: Superpower Out of Control Has Arrived

Holiday over. Ice & Fire (Chinese version) www.bHzw.Cc

At the beginning of January 1990, Ike and Chris obtained their course schedule for the new semester after skipping a grade from the school.

Ike was dumbfounded when he saw the tutorials listed on the screen, which were completely different from the ones he had used during the previous semester.

Chris, who was standing next to her, seemed to have already prepared for this.

quite a while.

Ike waved the timetable in his hand and said, "Can I apply to go back to tenth grade step by step now?"

Wearing the same white jeans as today and smelling like flowers, Chris nodded seriously and said, "Okay."

Ike smiled.

He was definitely joking.

Having finally managed to free him from this hormone-fueled campus, how could he possibly walk right back into the trap?

Chris asked, "What classes do you have in the morning?"

Ike put the timetable back into his bag and shrugged, "Major courses."

Chris nodded and said, "I have English class, so let's meet at the cafeteria at noon?"

Ike hummed in agreement.

Just as Chris was about to turn and leave, she seemed to remember something. Chris looked around and said to Ike, "By the way, don't tell anyone else that you're going to apply to Johns Hopkins, and don't tell any other classmates about my intentions either."

Ike nodded.

January is college application season, which involves not only overt competition but also other, less obvious competition. The reason for not stating your aspirations is actually quite simple: the percentage of students from each high school who are admitted to a particular university is basically fixed every year. The more students apply to the same university, the lower the chance of admission...

but.

After Chris left, Ike stood there and thought for a while.

He shouldn't be considered an ordinary person.

He is, after all, a future king. No matter how badly he does on his exams, as long as the phone is called, he can't get into that university.

Do you really think the air here is sweet? Do people not use connections?

Ha ha.

Naive, so naive.

Around noon.

Ike had just gone to his counselor to ask about his chances of getting into Johns Hopkins when he arrived at the cafeteria and saw that Chris had already taken a seat.

Ike walked over and had just sat down when he heard Chris ask, "Why are you so late?"

Ike shrugged and recounted his visit to the counselor.

After listening, Chris seemed to remember something and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten."

Ike smiled and said, "Your chances of getting a full scholarship are one hundred percent."

Chris shook her head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Stanford only has two full scholarships available each year for Quaker schools, and my extracurricular activities and community service are just average."

Chris said, glancing at Ike who was intently eating mung beans from his plate, "You're different. You served as a student assistant for a year and were the vice president of the student council. Hopkins definitely won't let you off the hook."

As Ike listened, his right hand, which was holding the spoon, trembled slightly.

The words were well-intentioned.

But Ike felt something was off.

Ike looked up at Chris and said, "I applied for the student assistant position because I didn't get the credits for the student coordinator position. If it weren't for that incident, I would never have applied for the student assistant position."

Only he himself knows what he did as a student assistant in that class.

Based on the fleeting memories that flashed through Ike's mind at that moment.

Last semester, Ike stopped more than a dozen incidents of bullying students, released two students who were locked in a wardrobe, and handled some other incidents that would make people hate him if he were to talk about them.

all in all.

Ike worked very hard to earn those two credits.

After the meal.

As the two were resting on the school lawn, Chris suddenly stood up and said to Ike, "Have you thought about our future?"

Ike, who was undergoing photosynthesis, opened his eyes, looked at Chris, who was propped up on her arms and about to lean on him, and smiled, saying, "Baltimore is only four hours from San Francisco."

Chris smiled slightly and said, "Are you planning to drive to Stanford to see me?"

Ike said calmly, "Or you can drive back."

Chris smiled.

Ike also revealed a slight smile.

He didn't know what the future held for him and Chris.

Just as Ike said before.

Ike never had a good opinion of college romances, but as he told Claire, he preferred to be passive.

Ike smiled knowingly at the smile on Chris's face, who resembled the Queen of Seraphim.

Using the river of time to observe the future?

Excuse me.

The future of Ike is unseen in the long river of time, nor is the future of Chris, who has already established a relationship with Ike...

Just then.

"Hi."

"Hi."

“We are training, can you please stop filming us? This feels very strange.”

"No, I'm not... I'm sorry, I'll turn it off now."

"Thank you."

Chris and Ike, who were leaning against the big tree and heard the sound, looked at the cheerleaders training not far away, and Andrew frantically and clumsily shutting down this year's new camera.

Andrew turned off the camera and walked across the lawn like a tiny, invisible figure.

Chris looked at the camera Andrew was holding and said curiously, "I heard that Andrew's mother is very ill."

Ike nodded and said, "I participated in the school's meeting regarding Andrew's tuition reduction when I was a student assistant."

Chris straightened herself up and said, "This camera must be very expensive."

Ike nodded and said, "I saw it on TV shopping yesterday, it was five hundred and fifty dollars."

Chris nodded without saying anything.

The same goes for Ike.

Ike felt no sympathy or any other emotion toward Andrew.