the next day.
After Locke woke up, he felt refreshed.
After all, one of the troubles caused by the destruction of the New York Brotherhood has been solved.
As for the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Again.
If he dared to disturb Locke's life, Locke would dare to make him have no life at all.
Same as previous days.
Locke drove his R8 and passed by Gwen's house. After Gwen went out, he drove towards Midtown University in tandem.
"Yo."
In the school parking lot, no one had been seen for several days. Kenm, who was running to Las Vegas to participate in some competition, blinked when he saw Locke: "I heard that you changed your car again. Did you buy it yourself?"
Regarding Locke's kidnapping, Kem was already in Las Vegas, but he still sent a text message to express his concern.
Locke smiled: "Long time no see, Ken. The insurance company paid for it."
Kenm said in shock: "The insurance company hasn't terminated the contract with you yet, has it?"
Locke: "..."
very good.
Just by your words, you have decided to go to Paris on your destined trip. If you dare not go, I will pack you up and throw you into the plane.
Go to Paris and experience what it means to be miserable in this world.
Locke was thinking this in his heart, but he said with a smile: "Unfortunately, no, and they said that if my car is borrowed by the killer again, please be sure to inform them as soon as possible, and they will do it the next time." The compensation was made at once, saying that it would give me a three-hour fast track for quick compensation.”
Kenm opened his mouth and looked at his best friend Gwen: "Really or not?"
Gwen shook her head.
of course it's true.
In the New York version of Fast and Furious, it was obvious that with its control of hot spots, the biggest winners were the insurance company and Audi, which reacted before Maserati and Raptor.
Locke made a special inquiry and found that the sales of Audi cars in New York City have increased by fifty percent in the past few days.
obviously.
In the eyes of most New Yorkers, as long as things don't fall on them, they still admire individualism. A killer who is extremely cool wearing sunglasses can also be a superhero in their hearts.
This is nonsense.
In the corridor.
After Gwen opened the cabinet, she looked at the classmates next to her and said curiously: "Liz, what's wrong? You don't feel happy?"
Liz is also a ninth grader.
Locke was impressed, but not familiar with him. After all, Locke had just arrived at Midtown High School.
Thanks to Gwen, Locke may not know all his classmates, but all of them seem to know him.
reason?
Who made Gwen the school beauty, and Locke, in their eyes, was the one who stole the school beauty.
But God can bear witness.
Locke is not dating Gwen. At most, they are more than friends but not lovers.
Liz, whose appearance can also be rated eighty-nine points, and who can be said to be beautiful, rolled her eyes: "I have a Canadian exchange student in my family, don't you know?"
Gwen nodded: "I know, I saw it yesterday."
Liz sighed: "In a moment, you will know why I want to die."
Finished.
Liz closed her cabinet weakly, turned and left.
Locke took out the book he asked for in the morning from the cabinet and looked at Gwen: "Have you seen that exchange student?"
He just heard Liz talking about transfer students and thought Callum was traveling at the speed of light.
Last night I went overseas to pick up my daughter and son, and I made arrangements to enroll in school today.
Gwen nodded: "I haven't seen it, but didn't I go to the instructor a few days ago? The instructor said, after all, I am a student assistant, so I know about it."
Locke nodded.
Gwen's position as student assistant is also a big plus.
Damn it.
You can obviously rely on your grades to get money to go to college, but you still work so hard.
Locke thought for a while and looked at Gwen: "Tell me, should I join an interest group or something."
Gwen nodded: "Okay, universities value these very much. What do you like?"
"horse riding."
"..."
Locke looked at Gwen's blinking movements and made a cowboy hat gesture: "I'm very smooth on horseback, and I won first place in the Texas Youth Cowboy Competition."
And first place in the Texas Hot Dog Eating King competition.
no way.
Texas is vast and sparsely populated, and daily tasks are very few. To do an assassination mission, you can't wait to ride a horse all night, so Locke can only work hard to earn money in various weird competitions that are also counted as tasks in this system. Got points.
Locke felt that he had worked hard.
If a real salty fish came here, it is estimated that when he came to New York, let alone the third-level tenacity talent, I am afraid that even the skills would not be at the intermediate level.
Gwen was silent for a while: "There are no cowboys at Midtown High School, but there is a singing and dancing club. Do you want to join?"
Sing?
Dance?
Locke waved his hand: "Forget it."
If he were asked to go on stage to sing and dance, he would rather commit suicide.
Gwen thought for a while, but couldn't think of any hobbies that matched Locke. As she and Locke walked towards the classroom, she asked curiously: "What clubs did you join in Texas?"
"Cowboy Club, I'm riding a horse!"
"...Except cowboys."
"Well……"
Locke thought about it seriously and shook his head: "Gwen, you know, in Texas, those who ride horses are the real cowboys, and no other recognition is needed."
Gwen: "..."
He was seriously thinking about expanding into something like basketball, or some other sport with a quarterback.
but……
He is the No. 1 Cowboy on Texas campus.
No quarterback in Texas is as popular as the Cowboys.
If Locke wasn't old enough, if he was old enough, if he went to any bar in Texas, no matter how much the drink was, the boss would directly give him a free drink.
Even Lone Star Beer plans to hire him to endorse it.
Unfortunately, because he was not young enough, Lone Star Beer was afraid of being sued in court, so he left it alone.
"but……"
After Locke sat down in his seat, he looked at Gwen: "Lone Star Beer said that when I reach the age of twenty-one, if I can still win the No. 1 Cowboy title, they will sign a five-year endorsement contract with me."
Gwen's mind came to an image of Locke on a horse, wearing spiked pants and an unshaven beard, wearing a cowboy hat and holding a glass of Lone Star beer.
The picture is so beautiful.
Gwen quickly shook her little head and looked at Locke seriously: "It's better to change your hobby. This is New York, not Texas. Moreover, according to the existing data, cowboys are already lonely."
This is the truth.
The best cowboys in Texas all went to the military and became snipers.
At this moment, the chatter in the classroom dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost in an instant, it became silent.
This is very student.
When this happens, it's very simple.
The teacher is here.
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