"A raccoon dog, a robot!" Mitchell ignores Roger and yells at Jonny.

"And your mother, so to maintain this fat man, is there any unspeakable story hidden behind it?" She blinked her pretty eyes, her smile was sweet and greasy, and she was triumphant, but this sentence led to consequences that she could never have dreamed of.

"Enough, idiot." Jonny suddenly erupted before Roger could speak, he turned to glare at Mitchell, and the iron blue face not only startled Cruz, who had always been dismissive of him, but also stunned Roger, who wanted to curse.

"To be honest, I'm a little bored." Jonny stared into the girl's eyes, but his expressionless appearance made Mitchell even more frightened.

"What do you want? Do you dare to do it to a woman in public? Mitchell, who had figured out this layer, had the guts to return, and she sneered contemptuously.

"You mean you don't even know your mother?" Jonny bullied Mitchell, but the other man didn't back down.

"Just give it a try, move me, and make sure your days in Newton are over." Mitchell noticed that someone nearby had noticed their argument and followed it, so he became even more fearless.

"No, no, I'm not going to hit you, beauty." Jonny looked at her with a grin, and suddenly his legs and feet went limp, and his body leaned to the side, his arm was long, and he feigned panic, and half of the Newton burger in his hand made a round of curves, and it happened to fall on the V-shaped neckline of Mitchell's beautiful dress with a snap, and in just a short moment, the brown stains of solidified boiling butter and small pickled melons were everywhere, mixed with slimy strips of roaring beast meat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hand slipped." Jonny pretended to be scrambling to clean up the dirt for Mitchell, who had been frozen into a sculpture, and the beauty had her apricot eyes wide open, so frightened that she couldn't make any sound.

"I'm sorry, ouch, I'm sorry, look at my clumsiness." He dropped the remaining half of the burger on Mitchell's skirt.

"It's good that it didn't stick to my face, it's really a blessing in misfortune, or I wouldn't even recognize my mother when I go home." His face looked anxious and worried.

"You...... You ......" Mitchell pointed at Jonny with trembling fingers.

"I ...... I ......" her opponent followed her tone.

"It was all an accident!" He looked around and announced to the onlookers.

"No one is going to be rude to Miss Mitchell, it's completely unintentional!" Jonny approached Mitchell and pretended to check on her.

"I could do this all day, Mitchell." He whispered in her ear.

"It's all blame me, everyone, you shouldn't run around with food, and I'm willing to pay the full amount of the cost of cleaning up the clothes, and send me my sincere apology." He cried with a sad face, and did his role to the fullest.

After a few seconds, Mitchell, who had recovered from her senses, began to gasp for breath, tears welled up in her eyes, melting black eyeliner, and washing her delicate face into a mess, she gasped so much, as if she had suddenly had asthma, her face was distorted so much, and her eyes gradually showed madness.

"Ah......h

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"You're in trouble, JFK, and it's a personal vendetta." Roger worriedly reminded Jonny that he was wiping the oil stains from his palms with a flexible beam handkerchief.

"Let her go." Jonny pouted, always, he thought to himself.

"Look at her elaborate outfit, it's completely heading for the party, this year is her first year, the queen of the homecoming festival, you know? You hard-hearted guy? Roger decided to keep reminding him, and Jonny only shrugged his shoulders when he heard it.

"I've heard Chloe mention that Mitchell regards the three-year Homecoming Queen as her bag, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless." Roger pursed his lips with a look of apprehension.

"You should know best how it all happened." Jonny wiped his hands and shook the handkerchief, and the beam of light broke down the cleanup into billions of molecules and dissipated into the air.

"I know very well, she said what she shouldn't say, and you did what you should do, but what I don't know is that instead of using a lame declaration like 'I'm bored', why don't you just use that sentence: I can say whatever you want, but if you say so-and-so, how can I use it?" He looked at Jonny with a puzzled expression.

"Should I say this?" As if he had come to his senses, Jonny raised his eyelids to wake up.

"You should say that!" Roger nodded. "This is in line with the category of a family drama, especially the beginning of the action scene, and the state you have always maintained and the 'accident' that happened today are also completely consistent with this sentence, in fact, it is simply made in heaven!" He affirmed.

"Am I messing up the miniseries?" Jonny asked him worriedly.

"Not exactly." Roger shook his head. "But the line points will be deducted upside down, and they won't get any awards because they are not perfect."

"So bad?" Jonny grimaced.

"I'm afraid that acting skills also need a lot of deliberation, and your pretending to be pitiful can't arouse sympathy at all, and such a pretense may give a very bad impression to eyewitnesses when the school committee conducts an investigation." Roger nodded again.

"There will be an investigation?" Jonny asked knowingly.

"Come less, JFK." Roger rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Let her go, Roger, let her go." Now that it's been made, there's nothing to worry about, and there's no need to endure it anymore when you can't bear it, Jonny thought to himself.

"Besides......" Roger suddenly frowned as Jonny walked out of the pavilion.

"What's wrong?" Jonny stood and looked back at him.

"I've decided to officially remove you from our Newton Burger League."

"May I ask why?" Jonny laughed.

"Because technically, it's my burger, and what you're doing is nothing short of."

"Your burger?" Jonny looked at him with a smirk.

"You gave it to me before, don't you remember?" Roger said angrily.

"But I remember you refused."

"I'm just pretending to refuse, and it's your fault that you should keep begging me to take it." The blonde kid looked indignant.

"So from a technical point of view, this must be my burger, and you're using it for revenge." He flattened his mouth.

"Thank you so much for the burger, Roger." Jonny stroked his forehead with one hand and bowed slightly in thanks.

"Don't be foolish with me, use whatever you want, JFK." Roger immediately said generously.

"But if you want to talk to me about rejoining the Newton Burgers League or something."

"No talk!" He cut through the railroad.

The two walked side by side towards the docks of Thorn Lake.