Chapter 244 Oh! My damn friend!
Ding ding ding!
As the bell rang, Jack's day in college finally came to an end. When he came to see Amber, he found that he was talking and laughing with a white boy.
"Hey man, do you know how my day went?"
His nose puffed out like an angry cow.
This is what Jack's father, whom he has only met a few times, told him, saying that making this expression when angry can make you look intimidating.
"Brother, you came just in time!"
Amber turned her head and looked over, not caring at all about the anger on her friend's face, "This is Clark, my friend I just met today. Well, this is Jack, the guy who lives on the same street as me.
He has the phone numbers of many girls in town, and with a little money and something that makes him happy, he can call them out. "
"Well, my father said..."
Clark really couldn't stand this enthusiasm.
"Don't mention father."
When Jack saw Amber praising him so much in front of others, the little emotion he had just raised was instantly forgotten, "We are almost adults, and we should make our own decisions. Clark, right, brother, if you don't want to graduate, you still have to Virgin, just throw away those damn conservative thoughts.”
"Uh, let me take a look."
That's all Clark could say.
"Before we talk about girls, what we have to do now is how to solve those problems."
Amber said suddenly.
So the two turned around and saw the blond Pique walking over with a few younger brothers and two beautiful girls.
"Hey! You weakling! Did I allow you to go home?"
He first cursed at Amber, and then sneered at Clark, "And you freak, hahaha, are you going to have a wasteland alliance party?"
"Damn Bichi!"
Jack couldn't help it anymore, he puffed up his nostrils as much as possible, then lowered his head, revealing the whites of his lower eyes, "You've messed with the wrong person!"
boom!
Pique was tall, but Jack could only be considered average in stature. He was punched in the nose, which caused tears and runny nose to flow from his eyes.
"Oh! Amber, he dared to hit me in the nose! Oooh!"
This living treasure burst into tears.
"Looks like we're going to get beaten."
Amber ignored the black guy and said to Clark: "Hide behind me later, so you can save yourself two punches!"
"No, let me take care of it."
Clark thought a lot at this moment, Old Kent's teachings, Martha's loving eyes, and the joy of just meeting new friends. Many emotions made him feel extremely complicated.
"Okay, then you solve it."
Amber smiled slightly and hid behind him.
Clark took a deep breath and walked step by step in front of Pique, "Don't cause trouble for me and my friends again!"
"Freak!"
Peake punched him in the face, causing his own hand to hurt like hell, but Clark didn't even move his head.
This made him want to quit, but he couldn't express it directly in front of his subordinates and several girls.
At the moment of dilemma, an angelic voice sounded.
"Boys, what are you doing?"
Ms. Marshall came out holding the textbook.
Normal teachers wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but there seemed to be something different about her.
"No, just chatting."
Pique took over the conversation and said, "You'd better be careful."
Clark said nothing and kept watching the other party go away, and then thanked Marshall: "Thank you..."
However, before he finished speaking, the latter had already left, which made him a little disappointed.
"Haha, it seems our virgin boy is not as popular as we thought."
Amber walked over with a smile, followed by Jack.
"That Bichi attack sneakily, otherwise I will spread his ass!"
He was cursing and talking, focusing on a loser-no-loser formation.
"I think you need some comfort from a girl."
Amber took out a roll of US dollars from the bag on her back, "This is the fund. Remember, the number must not be less than six. Let our Clark have a good time."
"Hahaha, leave it to me."
Jack's eyes sparkled, "I promise to let you have fun until you don't want to go home!"
After saying that, he ran away immediately.
"But…"
Clark wanted to say that he had to go back, otherwise his family would be worried.
"Don't be afraid brother, just make a phone call. Your father will be very proud."
Amber is like a devil. In Clark's past ten years, no one has ever been like this.
The way others looked at him was more of fear and disgust.
"Amber, thank you for your enthusiasm."
Clark pursed his lips and decided to tell the truth, "But I really can't accept it. We are different. I am..."
He didn't know what to say, so he picked up a stone from the ground and put a little force on it with his fingers. When he spread it out, it had turned into a pile of powder.
"See? I'm a monster."
"Haha, just because of this?"
The expression on Amber's face did not change at all, "Clark, everyone is different. You are just more special. Don't have such a heavy psychological burden."
He took off his glasses, and his whole temperament instantly became sharp, "Let us enjoy our friendship."
"you…"
Clark was stunned.
When he made this decision, he was already prepared to lose his friend, but he did not expect that the result would be just the opposite. Amber not only had no intention of staying away, but became even more enthusiastic.
"Before Jack calls the girls, let's go do some shopping too."
Amber put a hand on his shoulder.
"buy what?"
Clark wondered.
"Of course it's wine, otherwise what else could it be."
Amber said this and suddenly patted her head, "Damn it, I forgot to tell Jack that you like more mature girls."
"Ahem, actually you don't have to be that mature. Just a little plumper."
Clark blushed.
Well, the righteous Da Chao finally dared to express his feelings.
Amber smiled like a father.
…
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night.
Kent Farm basically turns off the lights and goes to bed around ten o'clock in the evening, but today is different.
The lights in the living room were still on.
"Dear, didn't Clark already call and say that he went to a party with his new friends?"
Martha looked at old Kent walking around and couldn't help but speak.
"I know, it's just...it's just that this kid is different."
Old Kent rubbed his forehead, "I'm worried that he will go astray. That would be terrible."
"But he can't always be under our protection, right? One day Clark will have to face everything alone."
Martha seemed very rational at this time.
Old Kent wanted to refute, but he heard footsteps outside, so he ran out quickly.
"Clark!"
He watched his son standing outside the door with a red face, saying goodbye to the two black figures in the car.
"Father."
Clark burped, "Amber didn't let me drink, and she didn't ask three girls to accompany me."
Old Kent:…
Who the hell is Amber? ! !
The second watch beast, the second watch beast, I’ve been busy these days. I’ll recover in a few days.