"Say whatever you want, money junkie Roger, I didn't know you were so greedy for money." Jonny told him.

"Maybe turn on your watch and ask for the 30 stars in your account, and you'll know." Roger pouted.

"I want to buy books...... But God knows what you're going to do with the money. He asked tentatively.

"What do you care I do?" Roger rolled his eyes, then added, "But now I realize that reading too much is also beneficial. He announced to Jonny with emotion.

"How so?" Jonny didn't understand what he meant.

"A lot of things can't blind you, like the duke just now, if it was me, I would believe at least half of it, I used to know that the Disfaradoo people love to brag, but I didn't expect it to be like this......"

"Bragging?" Jonny ran his fingers over his forehead. "I'm afraid they'll all believe it themselves.

......

The ferry soon docked, and it was already at the Schifu Island ferry port, and the flying bus started slowly in the cabin. As there were still several stops to reach the 'Island of the Ancestors', as he passed by the Desparadu tour bus, Jonny noticed that one of the windows of the bus had been opened, and His Royal Highness the Duke of Grille Zhuowa was talking to two of his kind, who were obviously taller than him, pointing through the window to their flying bus, and the two Disfaradhoos were just looking at them coldly, as if they were admiring two reindeer in a wild zoo on a tour bus.

"Maybe that's the parents of His Royal Highness the Duke of Grille Zova......," Jonny said as he noticed that Roger was also looking back at the tour bus that was gradually moving away from the window.

"What kind of duke do you mean, it's a little kid?" Roger believed it almost immediately.

"Disfaradhoos live slightly longer than humans, but they reach adulthood later, so they may be minors as old as us." Jonny said.

"What a weird ethnic ......," Roger spat out the completely tasteless chewing candy he had chewed into the garbage disposer under the car window. It is also a family favored by the 'ascenders'......" pushed Jonny's shoulder,

"Give me another one." He pleaded.

"Favorable? Maybe it's a curse...... "Jonny reached into his satchel and took out the last piece of candy and handed it to his friend.

……

After leaving the ferry port on the island, it was connected to the road again, and the vehicle drove on the wide guide beam road, and the lake was no longer visible in the blink of an eye. Clark said, the area is staggering. But Jonny clearly felt that the overall style of this lake-based city, which was not far from the capital of Chilian, was simple and simple, which was completely different from what he imagined.

They swerved in front of a cluster of low-slung houses, waved to plainly dressed islanders as they passed, and when the flying bus finally stopped in front of the gymnasium of the Sziford Science High School in the southwest of the island, a large crowd of students with flowers in their hands surrounded the bus.

As the team members stepped out of the car, the applause and cheers that greeted them began to sound, and not far from the gate of the gymnasium, a dozen students with various wind instruments in their hands played the song "A Little Starlight on the Shore of Thorn Lake" under the command of a school teacher. Newton International High School's school song.

As soon as they got out of the car, Jonny and Roger's arms were almost filled with the pleasant fragrance of flowers.

"First runner! Clarke! Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Newton should be proud of you!"

Roger smiled and shook hands with all the students who rushed to him, and he ended up elbowing Johnny, who was holding double flowers for him.

"See, we're stars everywhere, this is the real star style." He waved his arms at the crowd as he walked in high spirits.

"James. The Ronins Award is beckoning, Jonny. Kent. Someone shouted in the crowd, and immediately several students rushed up to grab Jonny.

"I didn't expect them to know about you......" Roger looked at his friend in surprise.

"The style of a football star." Jonny walked past him with flowers in his hand, and Roger followed him behind as he stared at him with a menacing look. "Stinky boy, you have to be a fart, dream, and return the Ronins award......" he took a step and scolded in a low voice.

"Moreno. Ruvio, you are the leader of the team! ”

"Phil. Brown, you're the best! Behind them, the friendly and warm welcome continued.

……

"Tim, old man, finally seeing you again." In the stadium, a middle-aged balding and white-skinned man in a cloth uniform walked to the saber-toothed tigers to lead the coach Tim. Johnson stretched out his arms, he had a big belly and a short stature, and Hugo was beside them. Johnson compared to this middle-aged man and Tim. Johnson looks like a pair of brothers.

"Hello Coach James, last year's goodbye, this is over...... Ten months, right? "Tim. Johnson hurriedly clasped his hand and shook hands with the head coach of the Stifford Science High School football team.

"Welcome to Schifo Island." After Coach James politely exchanged pleasantries with the second Johnson, he spoke very forcefully with Hugo. Johnson shakes hands.

"This coach looks like a politician...... Roger. Clarke whispered in Jonny's ear, who just looked behind Coach James without saying a word.

"Against the powerful and passionate Sabertooth Tigers, you always make us feel ashamed of ourselves and can only think that we are inferior to others, haha." The opponent's blatant weakness left the two Johnsons with a smile on the side of the manager.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is a coincidence that there is a big man visiting our school today, he is the founder of our Siqifukushima, the political leader of Jianxian City, and the deputy director of the Comprehensive Planning Bureau of the Development Committee of the Union. Mr. Landis ...... "Coach James introduced the big man behind him to the two coaches, which left the two completely confused and at the same time clearly flattered.

"It's great to have two coaches here, we haven't met before, but I've heard from Coach James about your team's excellent record." The deputy director shook hands with the two coaches, and the high-ranking figures, who were at the top of the entire BAG Development Committee, now looked very common, and this old BAC official, like Coach James and the students outside, was dressed in plain cloth clothes, his face was thin, his body was slender, and he had clear eyes and a kind smile.