Riding out of the campus in a flying car, Jonny spotted Roger on a tree-lined street corner in the distance. A familiar figure of Clark, who was boarding a yellow taxi and speeding down the road to the northern suburbs.

Jonny was a little puzzled, he knew that Roger had an ancestral old house in the west of Wenzhi City, and that after Roger was a celebrity, although his family was in the middle of the road, he was not stiff, and there were even housekeepers, cooks, and gardeners in his family.

He had already taken a taxi instead of the butler's car to surprise Jonny, but he headed north of the city, where it was sparsely populated, abandoned, and unstable, and it seemed that only illegal immigrants and criminals would choose to live in that area.

Driven by curiosity, he ordered Karission to follow him from a distance to see where the taxi was heading.

After a long drive on the main road with guiding light, the flying car turned to a side road and drove straight for half an hour. A crooked sign on the side of the road showed that he had entered the northern suburb town called 'Aragu Town'.

Jonico had never been here before, and his vision of the low-rise bungalows and the chaos of the street gave him another layer of impression of the concept of the slum.

With a thud, a yellow flying car passed in front of him and sped towards the road behind him, an empty taxi that had already returned home.

When he stepped out of the car to find Roger, the blonde youth was walking towards an open field with his protective gear and satchel. He immediately spotted Jonny, and his dissatisfaction with the stalking and uninvited arrival of his friends was only fleeting on his face, and he sighed and said with relief: "I can take your car when I go back, and it will save me dozens of kut's fare." ”

Jonny followed him to the clearing, where a dozen teenagers were playing a decent game of rugby in a neat 'baking tray' field with white lime powder on the dusty dirt of the wasteland.

Roger walked to the sidelines, and several of the teenagers in the group saw him with sharp eyes, and they all ran towards him screaming, and the originally fierce and tense offensive and defensive atmosphere on the field was immediately replaced by a burst of cheers, and Jonny saw that there were several adult men near the clearing who were enjoying the game with great interest, and they all nodded and greeted Roger from a distance.

"Coach! Instructor! Hello coach! A few children shouted.

"Hello coach, what did you bring us today?" There was a particularly clever looking man staring at Roger's satchel.

"Unproductive glutton!" A sunny Roger smiled at them. "Ibic toffee! Grand enough, right? He took out a paper bag with the pattern of "Hao Lejia Mall" from his shoulder bag, and the crowd of teenagers suddenly burst into jubilation.

"There's not enough sugar, but there's one for everyone!" Roger looked at the little hands that were desperately reaching out to him, and handed the paper bag to the smartest-looking child among them.

"Afaye, you come and send it, you want everyone to have a share." He reminded the child.

"Yes!" Afaye waved his arms, held the bag of sugar aloft, and gulped as the chaotic children lined up.

Jonny looked at the smiling teenagers, the oldest of whom was in their teens, the youngest of whom was only six or seven years old, dressed simply, some of them with patches on their cotton clothes, but they were playing with rugby on the dirt of this wasteland where no grass could grow.

They honestly lined up, got the candy one by one, licked and chewed it, and their faces were full of satisfied smiles.

"So your credits were all spent here...... "Jonny finally understood Roger. The reason why Clark usually picks at the door is that these Ibick toffees are worth a lot of money, and he actually bought the whole bag to give to the children in the slums.

"Where else can that be used?" Roger gave Jonny a blank look and asked him rhetorically.

"I always thought you were going to pick up girls...... "Jonny said honestly.

"Does it cost money to pick up a girl? You think I'm a laugher, that lewd thing? Roger snorted disdainfully.

"But why is that? I mean these kids, how could they ......" Jonny pondered the possibilities, and then he almost immediately came up with a most terrible guess.

“…… They won't...... It's all yours...... Kid, right? He whispered in dismay, but Roger clearly didn't understand what he meant.

"My boy......" he was watching the teenagers with gentle eyes, greedily and contentedly tasting the sweets. My baby?! Roger, who finally tasted the taste, immediately glared at Johnny.

"I'm only 17 years old, hero!" He yelled at his friend. "Can I raise a teenager?" He pointed to Alphaye, who was in charge of distributing the sugar, but the boy walked over with a paper bag with an unhappy face.

"One is missing." Afaye pouted. "I didn't." He dumped empty paper bags.

"Oops, I didn't expect that." Roger was a little embarrassed, rummaged through his satchel, took out several sets of children's football protectors he had brought, and handed them to Alphaye.

"But then you can put on the gear first." He tried to comfort him.

"I don't need any equipment." The boy held his head up. "Moving like a rabbit, slippery like a swimming fish, the coach said that I can do it completely, and no one here can stop me." After he gave the equipment to the youngest children, he stopped bothering Roger, but just stood aside obediently. His eyes were fixed on his friends, his throat squirming, and he kept swallowing saliva.

"I've got dessert there." Jonny suddenly remembered the smiley pancakes that his mother Joanna had made for him in the morning, and he had forgotten to throw them in the car because of the reporter's pestering, so he hurriedly ran over and took them from Karission, and handed a box of smiley pancakes to Alphaye.

"The best frog milk is made no less than Ibic toffee." He recommended to the boy with a grin.

The exquisitely shaped pancakes immediately whetted the appetite of the already hungry boy, and he wiped his hands, carefully tore off a piece, and chewed it in his mouth.

"It's delicious!" He immediately widened his eyes and commented that although the smiley pancakes were not as delicious as the Ibek toffee, because there were several pieces, the number was much more than one toffee.

Seeing that after a few bites, Afaye still held the lunch box and shared it with his friends, and Jonny felt an indescribable admiration for this child. The boy was undoubtedly the leader and the best among them, but not because of his size or brute strength, but because of his maturity and selflessness.