"So, where are you going next?" Leaving the arena area and returning to the atrium of the teaching area, Roger asked Jonny.

"Go home." Jonny's answer was simple and direct.

"Go home, come with me to Haole Jiabei." What the blonde said is indisputable.

"What are you doing there?" Jonny was a little excited, and the automatic milk delivery truck of Haolejia brought frog milk and breakfast ingredients to his home every day, but he had never been to the magical department store where his ears were calloused.

"To teach the Ibic people how to cook, to teach the Fishskin people to swim, to teach the Unites to read and write......," Roger said. Clark didn't have a good airway.

Jonny looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Go ~ buy ~ things ~ !" Roger yelled.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go." Jonny said busily.

"So what are you waiting for, let's act now." The blonde boy was resolute and turned to leave, and Jonny had to follow him.

"How to get there?" He had no choice but to ask.

"Naturally, take your car!" Roger replied without hurry.

"And what about your car?"

"Where did I get my car?" Roger strode in front of Jonny with his arms flicked, unable to see his expression.

"What about the six-seated Carission, which has a wide black seat? You sit to school every day, don't tell me it's not your car. Jonny accused.

"That's the butler's car." Roger didn't look back. "I don't want to have my own car, and the means of transportation are still more than around, what stupid vanity it must be, and besides, I don't like to drive anything." He turned his head and looked at Johnny triumphantly.

"Remember me." He said solemnly.

……

It was getting darker, and night was about to fall, which seemed earlier than usual.

Chilian is also divided into four seasons, and the pattern is distinct, but compared with Proviston, it is significantly milder.

It was winter in Chirien, and Joanna had prepared a heavy over-collared robe for Jonny, one that could withstand any cold in Chilian. The multi-purpose sports center has regional temperature regulation, and the temperature difference on the field is different, but after a long time out of the center and talking to Roger, Jonny felt a chill on his body, so he hurriedly put on the clothes that were originally on his arm.

When the two arrived in the parking lot, Roger knew Joanna's red Carision, and he walked straight up and opened the back door with a big grin.

"I don't lock the car either, really, it's really a bookworm's temperament." He sneered at Jony, who just smiled at him, pulled the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Your driver is also sitting in this position, right?" He winked at Roger, who immediately understood, and immediately opened the door and got out of the car to switch to the front seat.

"I won't give you a chance." He laughed and scolded.

The car started, Jonny told the car where to go, and Karission immediately drove away, and there was no need to give the address.

"You don't know how to drive." Roger wanted to put one foot on the window sill of the windshield, but after thinking about it, he put it down, and he adjusted the back of the chair to lie down comfortably.

"I always thought you had to learn how to drive a car if you had a car."

"At this speed? I can't react at all, and manual driving is not suitable. Jonny didn't think about it.

"What is the current speed? Wen Zhicheng has been guiding the transportation hub for several years, right? The original turtle speed driving was still a few decades ago, and whether your father was born at that time was a question, it's really nerve. Roger waved the back of his hand disdainfully.

It seems that even with Roger. Clark needs to be careful when he speaks, Jonny thought introspectively.

"Then your housekeeper is driving manually?" He tried to digress the subject.

"Crazy people drive manually, I just said that, you see you're boring." Roger snorted and laughed as he made a grunting sound.

Jonny was silent, took out his watch and continued to read a book he hadn't finished reading yesterday, while Karission was speeding up and down the vast area of the city of Winchi.

"Jonny, did I make you angry?" Roger asked.

"Angry?" Jonny looked at Roger blankly, then turned back to read.

There was a moment of silence and then ......

"What are you doing?" Roger put his hands behind his head and almost lay flat.

"Read a book." Jonny replied absentmindedly.

"What books are you reading?" He asked.

"'The Duty of Courage' is a non-fiction novel written by a war correspondent."

"What does the book say?" Roger asked casually.

"The encounter with Pegasus is about the 356th reconnaissance team of the Third Fleet of the coalition government, which roughly means to speculate on how humans fought the Walkens based on the facts they saw."

"That war in the Bald system, right? When I was in junior high school, I learned it in a class on interracial cognition, and it seemed like we didn't lose. Roger said.

"Well, I didn't win either, and the losses exceeded expectations, and the official assessment was a meaningless victory." Jonny nodded at him.

"You like history, don't you, Jonny?" Roger stared at the roof of Carision's car.

"It's okay, I like frog milk too." Jonny was joking, but he noticed that Roger wasn't smiling at all.

"You know what I like, right? Yes, I love rugby and have loved it since I was a kid and I've loved it. Roger had a rare serious face.

"But my family didn't like it, and my grandfather said that rugby was a juggling game and a sport that only fools who farmed would pay attention to." He muttered.

"In order to make me forget about rugby, they wanted to send me to the Halligan Junior Military School in Providenton Star Mostima, and wanted me to become a military attache of the Silver Alliance, just like him and his father, and never turn my back on the fame created by my ancestors."

"Is that your grandfather?" Jonny asked.

"Well, my grandfather was very kind to me when he was a child, and he relied on me for everything, even my name, which is the same as that of my ancestors, and he took great pains to apply for it to me."

"The Hall of Fame No Name Rule." Jonny nodded.

"But since I entered my adolescence, everything has gradually become stricter, and all behaviors, hobbies, words, and even thoughts that were previously free to be done have to be bound to the rules and regulations set for you by the family, and even the way you stand, sit, and walk around is also according to the requirements of the elders." The flying car drove steadily, Roger kept his arm behind his head, and one hand waved in front of his eyes, as if sorting out his messy thoughts in the void.

"I started to become rebellious, estranged from my family, talked left to right, and my grandfather was a big headache, and when I learned that they were finally going to send me to the junior military school, away from the football I loved, I ran away from home the next day and went to New New York City to hide with my close uncle for a few months."

"It's your character to refuse all obstacles that interfere with your dreams, Roger." Jonny commented honestly.