The next day, the morning light faded, and Kesha had already gotten up.
In fact, the higher the level of extraordinary beings, the more inhuman they become. A strong person like her who is only one step away from the holy realm only needs 3 hours of sleep a day to stay energetic.
When Ren woke up, Kesha had already prepared breakfast for him. He simply washed up and ate at the table with her.
He picked up the glass engraved with narcissus patterns, which was already filled with slightly cool fresh milk.
In the Farolan food culture, breakfast is usually milk + bread, or various types of pies with soy milk.
Lunch is stir-fried vegetables and rice, and dinner is more casual, with all kinds of meat and vegetable noodles, rice, or barbecue.
Of course, it is normal for some poor people to have two meals a day. As for those who have the conditions, they will drink afternoon tea.
The Farolan people prefer coffee with milk, the Knockman people like black tea, the Bohemian people drink more fruit juice, and the St. Joan people like green tea and have a special tea art.
Of course, in recent years, with the promotion of the Steam Alliance, carbonated drinks have gradually become popular. For example, Rennes likes "Awakening" produced by the Silver Eagle Federation.
Of course, wine is another matter. Falorland's wine is famous all over the world, and Catherine likes the red wine here very much.
After breakfast, Ren rolled out his mountain bike and gave the key to Katherine's motorcycle to Kesha. The city was actually not suitable for driving a steam locomotive.
Today, Kesha put on a women's white chiffon short-sleeved shirt, paired with a red and blue floral suspender skirt. Her temperament is light and elegant, showing her charming style.
Wearing silver boat shoes, she took Ren's hand and let him sit on the "Xiaguang", which was Catherine's women's motorcycle.
"I still like my blast bicycle." Ren muttered as Kesha pulled him onto the motorcycle.
The driver of this rather elegant women's motorcycle is Renn. Of course he can drive it. Catherine taught him a few times and he learned how to operate it. It is not difficult to operate.
Kesha gathered up her skirt and sat sideways on the back seat of the motorcycle. She hugged his waist with her white arms and leaned her smooth face on his back: "But why don't you buy a road bike? That mountain bike of yours." There’s no back seat.”
"Pfft, pfft!"
Although he was reluctant to ride a women's motorcycle, Ren was not too pretentious and started the force engine directly.
He retorted: "Why do you need a back seat? It's in the way! Besides, we can take one each. You should know how to ride a motorcycle."
Kesha, who was leaning on Ren's back, was very dissatisfied. Her green fingers twisted on his waist: "It's not convenient to ride a bike in a skirt. You must have never had a girlfriend before. How can you drive a girlfriend without a back seat?"
"Boom!"
The motorcycle had started and was driving on the asphalt road. Renn took a deep breath and was pinched very painfully: "Let go, what's wrong with being single? Are you eating your rice? Besides, you are not my girlfriend."
Kesha let go after hearing this, and a sweet smile appeared on her face. She finally understood that the other party's emotional intelligence was as low as a piece of wood: "When Catherine comes back, she will officially be your girlfriend. You'd better learn how to coax a girl." Be happy."
His expression was a bit nervous and uneasy, and he felt very uneasy: "I don't know why she fell in love with me, but I admit, I miss her a little now.
What's the matter with you? Don't tell me that you have a crush on me too. "
She knows her own business well, so it can be understood that Catherine is attracted to him because of her luck, but Kesha is not as innocent as her cousin.
God knows what caused her sudden change of attitude, but he didn't forget how quickly this woman changed her attitude.
He also has some self-awareness. Although he is quite handsome, he is not so handsome that he would be miserable and look like a beautiful woman.
As for potential, the old goat also said that he is very talented, but as the princess of the Kesha Nokman Empire, it is not like she has never seen geniuses. Maybe there are third-level extraordinary professionals who are younger than him.
The motorcycle was speeding along the city main road, and the wind blew Kesha's flowing shoulder-length hair. She couldn't help but hug Ren tightly.
As time went by, her affection for him became stronger and stronger, although she didn't know whether it was her own feeling or being influenced.
But she didn’t hate this feeling: “Just think I have ulterior motives, but don’t be nervous, Catherine won’t mind.
In fact, it was she who asked me to come to you, otherwise I would not have come here so quickly. The Secret Realm of Hundred Flowers will not open for another year. "
Ren frowned. Do you mind? Is the Nokman Empire so open? Or are city people too good at playing?
As for the Secret Realm of Hundred Flowers, it is said to be a strange space on the plain east of Falorland. There are also some such strange spaces on the mainland, and they often produce some very precious resources.
The Hundred Flowers Secret Realm is a bit special. It has not been occupied by any organization or country for the time being. The domain of the saints will interfere with the operation of the secret realm. Once they take action inside, they will soon be excluded.
He heard from the old goat that Hal Mihawk from the association came here just for this, but without level four strength, getting involved in this matter would be the life of cannon fodder.
Feeling speechless, he curled his lips and said, "Yes, why should I worry so much? Anyway, I'm still single now and I haven't really taken advantage of anyone."
Kesha snorted softly: "Don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage. Why are you so pretentious, a pretty boy who is being kept?"
Feeling very unhappy, Ren turned back and glared at her: "Who said I was being taken care of?"
"Look at both sides of the road for yourself." Kesha seemed very happy, pursed her lips and snickered.
On both sides of the road, many young people watched with envy and jealousy as Renne whizzed by on a pink-painted motorcycle with a stunning beauty on the back seat.
Among them were two of Ren's classmates.
A certain cycling enthusiast's eyes widened, and he said to a tall, thin brown-haired companion next to him: "Tom, if I remember correctly, Ren was riding a cool mountain bike a few days ago. It’s the brand I recommended to him, and it’s only been a while since he switched to a steam motorcycle!”
Riding a road bike, Tom, who was in the occult class at Bushen University, was a bit dissatisfied: "Damn winner in life! Maurice, even though I was in a hurry, I'm sure that's a Sunshine! Limited edition!"
It’s too luxurious. My family is financially strapped to support me in school. Now I can’t even bear to buy the Gale 7 mountain bike! "
The existence of extraordinary beings in this world is no secret. There are many people who long to become extraordinary professionals, but most people can't even touch the door.
Even for students in the occult class, their families have a hard time raising them from entry level to elite level.
It costs a lot, including the cost of knowledge classes, the consumption of some magic potions, etc. If you don't break through to the second level, this investment will be lost.
Because first-level extraordinary beings are less powerful than ordinary people, their social status and treatment are not high either.
Only second-level talents are considered talents. They can generally make ends meet, but most of them cannot make much money. The only ones that can cultivate extraordinary people are at least moderately wealthy business families. Elite-level extraordinary people cannot improve their family's social status much.
As for lifespan, second-level transcendental beings rarely get sick at most, are very healthy, and do not live much longer than normal people.
Many small nobles and small and medium-sized businessmen train their children to become professionals, and often they sell and buy at a loss unless the children can break through to the third or even fourth level.
But the various resources that need to be consumed to break through the levels are even more terrifying. It requires money and connections, and it is not 100% successful.
This does not take into account the accidental death of extraordinary people, etc. That is why the old goat said that Ren was lucky and had directly crossed many thresholds.
Morris watched Ren go away with great envy, and exclaimed: "I wish I were an awakener. My dad is hesitant now and doesn't know whether to help me advance to the second level."
Tom shook his head: "I think our focus is wrong. He is riding a women's motorcycle."
After being stunned for a moment, Morris reacted: "Yes, he didn't buy that, maybe it was the beauty behind him! God, that is almost the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, a shameful winner in life!"
As if he thought of something, Tom's expression became wretched, and he whispered softly: "Hey, tell me, is he being kept?"
Morris nodded vigorously: "Isn't this obvious? Damn it! Why is no one here to protect me?"
I don’t hate pretty boys, I just hate that I can’t be a pretty boy!
This is what Morris and Tom think. In fact, most people are like this. What they hate is not the second generation of rich people, but they are not the second generation of rich people.
Renn is kept by a rich woman! !
It didn't take long for everyone in the occult class to know the news.
