A prince from a certain American comic book

For example, right now.

With a loud bang.

Ike raised an eyebrow and removed the punch from his hand, avoiding any embarrassment caused by Andrew's collision.

Andrew, who had blue eyes, turned around, smiled, and gestured to Ike, saying, "Oh, sorry."

Ike glanced at Andrew, who was practically radiating confidence, and smiled faintly, saying, "It's nothing."

After Andrew left, Honnil walked over to Ike from the crowd, smiled, and said, "Look at him, he's sure to have a romantic encounter tonight."

Ike glanced at Honil, took the towel Chris handed him, and smiled, "Are you jealous?"

Honnil laughed heartily: "Me, jealous of him?"

Ike shrugged and smiled faintly, "It's good for people to have confidence, but it's not a good thing when confidence overflows."

Honil looked at Ike with some confusion.

Ike raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted his chin towards the distance.

Honnil looked over.

Monica, with her red hair, was seen pulling on Andrew's belt and heading towards the stairs to the second floor, under the bewildered gazes of many female students.

Honnil's expression turned somewhat strange.

Let me put it this way.

Andrew was a novice, while Monica, though not exactly a seasoned veteran, was certainly no longer a novice.

Honeylton then winked at Ike and whispered, "How long did you hold out?"

Ike's expression froze for a moment.

Chris, standing next to him, kicked Honnil and said irritably, "Get out of there, your girlfriend is waiting over there."

Honnil quickly retreated.

Ike was also curious at this moment. Logically speaking, that night was indeed his first time, so Ike couldn't help but look at Chris.

His memory of that night was hazy and incomplete, so the only way to find out the answer was with Chris.

Chris was just about to speak.

"Oh my God!"

"Disgusting freak."

Because Ike and Chris were chatting at the entrance of the second-floor corridor, Monica's somewhat exasperated voice from the second floor reached Ike and Chris's ears, as well as most of the students gathered at the stairwell.

The expressions of the group who had just noticed Monica leading Andrew upstairs instantly turned somewhat strange.

Chris, who had been by Ike's side all night, stopping all the infatuated girls, had a strange expression on her face as she held Ike's arm. She then leaned close to Ike's ear and said, "You last much longer than that."

Ike smiled slightly, raised a new glass of punch, and clinked glasses with Chris next to him, saying, "Then I'm relieved."

Holding the punch, Chris raised her glass with a smile and said, "Cheers."

Ike laughed and said, "Cheers."

Soon.

Monica, concealing most of her anger, walked down the stairs.

Jesus Christ.

She thought tonight would be a pleasant night.

who ever thought.

God.

Before she could even get into the zone, the battle was already over?

Has it been half a minute?

Monica wasn't sure.

But it definitely didn't last even a minute.

Chris watched Monica walk towards the lawn outside, then said something to Ike before leaving Ike's side for the first time that night, heading out to the lawn to comfort Monica.

Andrew upstairs also fell into a daze.

After all, a man can be incapable in many ways, but he is incapable in certain things. Andrew, devastated by this, not only lost his overflowing confidence, but also lost most of his original confidence.

Just as Andrew was covering his face, trying to suppress his feelings of inferiority, Steve, who was holding a camera and ready to record Andrew's romantic luck, was also taken aback when he saw Monica running out of there in less than a minute. He then realized what was going on and prepared to go in and comfort Andrew.

But can this kind of thing be comforted by outsiders?

Steve's attempt to comfort Andrew not only failed to achieve any effect, but instead caused Andrew to completely break down, leading to a rapid increase in his inferiority complex.

After all, it's one thing to be bad at that area, but to have your best friend find out too?

Andrew felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck his heart, and Steve's words of comfort were like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Andrew, who had hurriedly put on his pants, shoved Steve away who was trying to comfort him, and then ran down the stairs in a panic.

The crowd, who were having a blast in the living room, fell silent the moment they heard the loud noise.

Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, Andrew immediately assumed that they already knew he was incapacitated, and he frantically ran outside.

Seeing this, Holden reappeared beside Ike.

“Look at him, doesn’t he look like a wounded doe?”

"A doe? He's a male."

"I know."

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

Chapter 097: The Farce at the Funeral

Steve is dead.

This was a piece of news that Ike heard after the weekend ended.

The news shocked all the students, after all, to some extent, the number of deaths at the Quaker school last year and this year was close to double digits.

Chris smoothed her curly hair that fell to either side, glanced at Ike who was sitting in his seat seemingly catching up on sleep, and then asked her classmates, "What exactly happened? Everything was fine at the party before, wasn't it?"

A classmate whose family had connections in the police station shrugged and said, "I don't know, I only heard that he was struck by lightning."

Everyone was shocked.

The weather was bad yesterday; there was heavy rain and thunder.

But what is the probability of someone being struck by lightning and killed?

After blinking, the blonde Casey, who had already hooked up with Matt, asked, "When does the funeral start? Should we go?"

"of course."

"I definitely have to go."

"Steve is our friend."

"God, I can't believe it. I was playing basketball with Steve just yesterday morning."

"..."

After a flurry of conversations, the morning study session quickly turned into a memorial service, with everyone recounting Steve's various moments with them.

The self-study period is over.

Ike, who was about to go to the cabinet to get his textbook, stopped in his tracks after hearing Chris's shout.

Ike turned around and looked.

Chris looked up at Ike and said, "You didn't seem surprised at all just now."

Ike smiled and replied, "Haven't we lost enough of our classmates already?"

Chris nodded.

After the two got together, several people left, including Tainan, Eva Watanabe, and others.

Chris suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "Do you think it's possible that God disapproves of us, so He lets these conflicts keep happening around us?"

After hugging Chris, Ike smiled mysteriously and said, "Believe me, there is no God in this world. If there is, he's just a birdman with wings."

Chris was somewhat puzzled.

three days later.

As Ike's indigo Chevrolet came into the park valet's view, the valet paused for a moment, then walked into his hut without looking back, before emerging with a Bible and a crucifix in his hand.

Ike, who was driving in to attend the funeral, couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

Chris, sitting in the passenger seat, also shook her head and said, "I think we're already on some ominous list in some people's eyes."

Ike sighed.

Whether viewed directly or indirectly, Steve's death had absolutely nothing to do with him. If we had to draw a connection, it would be that Ike didn't have the kindness to save Steve.

Not long after.

Ike got out of the car and looked at the crowd gathered not far away. He no longer intended to recall how many times he had been to this place.

Others come here at most once a year.

What about Ike and Chris?

This is a rather lame joke.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Ike handed the black trench coat to Chris from the back seat. After Chris put it on, the two walked towards the distance.

"...Because of God's mercy and grace, even though you cannot see Him now, this indescribable and beautiful joy fills you with delight, for you have received the will of faith and the salvation of your soul. We will..."

All that remained was the priest's prayer echoing in the air.

There were also family and friends around the priest, constantly weeping for Steve's passing.