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Minors actually understand better than adults what is in their best interest; this is a selection mechanism evolved by nature. Minors who don't pursue self-interest would have perished before they even evolved into Homo sapiens. Although Darwin didn't explicitly state this, it doesn't prevent Ian from applying it to other situations based on evolutionary theory.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch~"
Ian felt that his friendship with Madison had lasted a long time, so he found an excuse to chug the medicine bottle, took the medicine bottle and poured a whole bunch into his mouth.
Metabolic disorder
Unfortunately, due to his superior physical abilities, Ian only gained a negligible negative status effect. He also doesn't know if his father's Lonely Fortress still contains Kryptonian medicine recipes.
The aliens' cosmic medicine must be effective.
"No! You ate them all?" Madison didn't realize it until Ian returned the medicine bottle to him. His eyes widened in surprise, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief.
"Not a single one left for me? Not a single one?" It just goes to show that time travelers don't encounter ordinary classmates; Madison's focus is clearly different from most normal people.
She was simply shocked by Ian's "selfishness." As for drug poisoning and such, sorry, those who are academically challenged in Europe and America don't have that concept, and they don't know that it's practically non-existent in their culture.
to be frank.
Such a thought process.
Even Ian felt something was off.
"Going to see a psychiatrist would be a real bargain."
Ian's thoughtful assessment.
The simple-minded "green tea girl" didn't understand his implied meaning.
“I don’t care, you have to go and prove it to my psychiatrist, so she won’t think I’m reselling the medication she prescribed for me.” Madison tried to drag Ian away.
"Come with me to the police station now!" Because Madison had let go of Ian when she got the medicine, she now realized that Ian's hand had become something she couldn't hold onto.
She reached down to grab it.
Ian raised his hand high.
She then moved upwards.
Ian suddenly put his hands behind his back.
"What's wrong with you!?"
Madison began to suspect that Ian might be experiencing ADHD as a side effect of his medication. She kept glancing behind Ian, and breathed a slight sigh of relief when she didn't see any pursuers.
"I'm mainly afraid that if you touch me again, you'll ruin my grand ambitions and my path to godhood." Ian was still terrified when he recalled what happened in the classroom a few days ago.
Perhaps that ability to heal others is a panacea for those who need it, but with Ian, all he could feel was a deep psychological trauma.
Who knows, family members.
Madison's Healing Hands is a nightmare for hamsters.
"So, women have become a 'bone-scraping knife' again, haven't they?"
Madison was quite helpless.
She thought of Ian's argument when he talked about money but not feelings.
"almost."
Ian didn't correct it.
The words of our ancestors, even when distorted, can still be applied in this situation.
"When I become a Hollywood superstar, you'll have to pay me to shake my hand!" Charging Ian in return has always been Madison's dream.
"Being a superstar is not as good as opening a hospital with me. That's where the money really comes in fast. I can find injured people, and you're a miracle doctor. If we join forces, we're sure to beat Ma."
Ian made a heartfelt suggestion.
"Advising someone to study medicine is like being struck by lightning!" Madison rolled her eyes. She might understand what Ian was saying, but she didn't respond.
They will choose to see a doctor.
Naturally, it involves resisting certain inherent problems.
"I'm serious, even if I bought you family medical insurance so you wouldn't have to worry about having 26 babies in one pregnancy, wouldn't you even consider it?" Ian was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
People come and go on the main road.
Some people with sharp ears couldn't help but turn around to look at them. Mainly, it was men wearing stockings on their heads and sexy girls discussing this kind of topic, which was certainly enough to cause misunderstandings.
"What do you take me for? A pig? Someone who can have a litter?" Madison ran her hand through her messy hair again, and with her other hand, she pulled out her phone to check where the nearest police station was.
“Pigs can’t produce that many offspring, but I think a wizard certainly can.” Ian had given it serious thought, of course. He remembered that there was a pregnancy potion in the Harry Potter movies he had watched before he traveled through time.
If not.
That means the skeptics saw the pirated version.
The spiritual successor of Emperor Wansheng will not make a mistake.
"What magician?" Madison's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, but she concealed it by looking down at her phone. The fourteen-year-old actress was still not shrewd enough.
Ian took a deep look at the phone that Madison had been holding upside down.
“Like them,” Ian said softly, pointing across the street. The group of men in black had appeared ahead of Madison as he and Ian fled.
The magical toad in the leader's hand flicked out its long tongue, pointing it at Madison. Alerted by Ian, Madison immediately noticed the group of men in black, who resembled a persistent skin lesion.
"This is impossible!"
Madison kept looking back at the street and the men in black weaving through the traffic—she had just looked at the map and knew clearly that there were no shortcuts nearby that would allow the group to bypass this area and appear ahead of her.
"That's not scientific!"
Madison looked on with surprise and uncertainty.
She wanted to run away.
However, they found that there were men in black blocking their way on both the left and right sides.
"You got a perfect six on your science and natural sciences test, and now you're telling me you really believe in science?" Ian tilted his head, suddenly realizing something again.
"No wonder you wanted to see a psychiatrist!"
He believed Madison was the one who was mentally unstable.
After all, normal people who see Superman flying in the sky every day, as well as The Flash and other superhumans on TV, would not believe that the kind of science that the public recognizes still exists in this world.
Even if you believe in science.
That too is a letter that embraces all rivers.
One shouldn't raise questions like Madison did.
“No… I mean… this isn’t normal, is it? Hmm, not normal?” Madison was once again rendered speechless by Ian’s logic.
That's absolutely damn true.
"What's wrong with it? Our world has been like this for so many years—trust me, switch to magic, you can't grasp even a little bit of science."
Ian dodged Madison's grabbing hand again and patted Madison on the shoulder.
How can your hands move so fast?
Madison nervously scanned his surroundings, no longer able to question Ian's unusually fast hand speed. "We need to find the police; these people are definitely up to no good."
She found herself surrounded by men in black with nowhere to escape, so she immediately began looking around for a weapon to defend herself—and the next moment, Ian shoved an orange into her hand.
"You didn't see that I've been wearing stockings over my head for so long, and the people I met on the street didn't even think to call the police. The police, who have been spoiled by Superman, definitely can't save you. But don't panic, I can, I always can. You stay here and don't move. I've already bought you some oranges."
Ian looked around.
"Let me think of a way to disable the surveillance cameras here first."
no way.
It's in a busy downtown area.
There are always a few security cameras that are either broken or not. Who would have thought that Ian's lifelong enemy would be security cameras? It's not that Ian is timid and hesitant.
Rather, he's been involved in too many things lately, and he wants to give his family a break. Especially Louise; even her father doesn't dare mess with her mom when she gets home from work.
Ian dared not let his mother keep working overtime because of him.
It doesn't matter whether my dad's hitting hurts or not.
But if Mom gets angry, Dad, whom she orders around, isn't just about whether it hurts or not—since he can't get hurt, Ian doesn't think that's a wise escalation option.
For your family and for yourself.
He should at least behave for several hours, or even more than ten hours.
"Just this one orange?"
Madison felt a familiar sense of deception. "You said the same thing yesterday. Do you know how long I waited on the playground? The school security guards almost arrested me for a thief!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Instead, I wasn't so panicked or nervous anymore.
At least he had a friend who was arrested with him to eat kidneys, so he resigned himself to his fate and only hoped that his ill-fated Hollywood kidneys could sell for more money than Ian's kidneys.
This was the last line that a high school queen who had always strived for excellence could reach.
at this time.
A group of men in black had already crossed the street and were only a few dozen meters away from her and Ian. Looking around, Madison spotted an old woman using a cane.
“Asking others for help is useless. These people are not normal. Perhaps… perhaps it’s like you said, they have magic, and others just seem to be used to their behavior.” Madison reminded Ian, but in the end, she did not try to snatch the old lady’s cane.
"They also have biofields?"
Ian was shocked.
"What biofield?"
Madison blinked, puzzled.
“When you encounter something so unscientific, unnatural, and abnormal, sticking to the biofield is always the right thing to do…” Jealousy twisted Ian’s handsome face. He picked up a few stones from the ground, originally intending to smash the cameras, but now he wanted to smash them all over the men in black.
"Weren't you just saying it was magic?"
Madison couldn't keep up with Ian's train of thought.
"It could also be magic," Ian could only console himself with that thought, but Madison saw his behavior as rather unreliable and opportunistic.