Chapter 446 Super Soldier Serum
"If you're talking about the ordinary version, then it was already made a long time ago."
Bruce walked to an instrument, lightly pressed a few times on the control panel, and the instrument that looked like a box slowly opened amidst a burst of air leak, revealing neatly arranged yellow serum in glass tubes.
Casually picking out one and drawing it out, Bruce handed it to Howard behind him, and said nonchalantly, ignoring the shocked expression on the other's face.
"Doctor Erskine was indeed a genius. He was able to complete the invention in such crude environment decades ago. It's truly shameful that we, who came later and are in such a convenient environment, still need so long to replicate the wisdom of our predecessors."
"This…" Howard looked at the serum in his hand, somewhat at a loss. He had originally prepared for failure, but who would have thought that Bruce would tell him so casually that it was a success.
"Don't be happy too early."
Before Howard could rejoice, Bruce poured cold water on him from the side.
"This thing is just the first batch of experiment items. Currently, it has only been tested on lab rats. Human experimentation has not yet been conducted."
"What happened to the lab rats after the experiment?" Howard asked urgently.
"Some died, some survived." Bruce handed the experiment record to Howard, letting him see for himself.
Howard took the experiment record and carefully flipped through it. Just as Bruce had said, the success rate of the first batch of Super Soldier Serum used on rats was less than one hundred percent, but it could reach more than fifty percent. The physical fitness of the strengthened rats could reach more than four times the original level without much change in body size.
"I will arrange human experimentation as soon as possible," Howard closed the experiment record, calming the excitement in his inner heart. This was the first good news he had heard today.
"I suggest we wait a little longer," Bruce frowned. "The current Super Soldier Serum cannot achieve one hundred percent success even on lab rats. We cannot easily apply it to the human body; even using it on monkeys would be more appropriate."
Howard's eyes flickered. In fact, in places Bruce didn't know, the military had already conducted countless human experiments, but these could not be told to the naive scholar in front of him who had not passed the test.
That's right, scientists who can participate in Super Soldier Serum research will certainly not be like ordinary laboratory recruitment, where a resume is enough. They must also go through many procedures of review. One of the tests is used to test whether these scientists are qualified to know more information.
Bruce Banner was actually unqualified in this test. Normally, he should have been sent to research something that did not involve the core focus, but there was no method; he was just too smart.
At the beginning, Bruce was indeed assigned to an unimportant position, but gold shines wherever it goes. Bruce just accidentally heard Howard's complaints when reporting work to Howard, and based on the content of Howard's complaints, he helped him calculate the answer on the spot.
Howard was immediately shocked, thinking he had found a genius. You must know that their entire team responsible for Super Soldier Serum had been stuck on this problem for a week, but who would have thought that Bruce, who had just heard it, could come up with the answer.
Howard immediately remembered this unremarkable young person. Logically speaking, Bruce should have been dealt with for hearing what he shouldn't have, but Howard had the inner heart of cherishing talent. When eating with General Ross, he intentionally or unintentionally introduced Bruce to him and mentioned his help in Super Soldier Serum research.
Although Ross was clever and experienced, he could be said to be completely clueless about science research. Under Howard's deliberate guidance, he waved his hand and brought Bruce into the research team of Super Soldier Serum. It was also during this introduction that General Ross's daughter, Betty, somehow took a fancy to Bruce.
Because his daughter had taken a fancy to Bruce, General Ross would not prevent his daughter from free love, but he still had to check Bruce's background. When he saw in the information that Bruce was quite accomplished in physics and other aspects, and even had six degrees, but only lacked a biology degree, Ross became suspicious.
Ross had been in a high position for a long time, and he was not so secretive when facing young people like Bruce. He immediately asked his question, but unexpectedly, Bruce was not timid at all in front of this old general, and calmly said his answer.
"Oh, this. I recently wanted to get a degree in biology, so I crammed biology for two days, so I could help Mr. Stark."
Howard, who had already been promoted to person in charge, was not a member of the Super Soldier Serum Team. He was mainly responsible for overall planning and weapon research, but after hearing Bruce's Versailles-like answer, he couldn't help but sweat for the scholars in the team.
Sure enough, after hearing Bruce's answer, Ross didn't show anything at the time, but after verifying that what Bruce said was true two days later, he carried out a major reshuffle of the serum team, leaving only a few scattered people.
"Sorry Bruce, I may be a little impatient." Howard pulled his thoughts back and looked up and down at the serum in his hand. "I may have been a little too eager for quick success recently; luckily you stopped me."
"It's okay, Mr. Stark," Bruce shook his head. "In research, everyone is the same. Sometimes I also get impatient because of a little achievement."
"Yeah, after all, I've waited too long." Howard pretended to be indifferent and put the serum back into the instrument. "Just like you said, let's upgrade the experiment subject to monkeys first. Human experimentation should indeed wait a little longer."
"That's right, Mr. Stark; we should be more cautious when facing human experimentation."
Howard didn't speak, just patted Bruce on the shoulder, then turned and left. He stopped at the doorway as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Right, recently a Japanese macaque was caught in New York City District. It's very fierce, and I heard it injured many people. It was originally going to be killed, but I saw that its intelligence far exceeded that of its species, so I saved it. I'll just send it over to you."
"Okay," Bruce nodded. In his eyes, no matter how smart a monkey was, how smart could it be? But it was definitely enough to be used as an experimental subject.
"But one might not be enough, Mr. Stark. If possible, please send a few more over so I can do control experiments."
Howard waved his hand to indicate that he understood and then turned and left the laboratory, while Bruce turned his head to look at his desk, which was covered with various scattered paper, and at the very bottom was something Bruce had hidden.
(End of chapter)
Chapter 447 Super Soldier Beyond Hyperion
After confirming that Howard had really left, Bruce swept the extra information on the desk to one side and revealed the truly valuable things he had hidden inside. Looking at the thick bound volume, Bruce showed a gentle smile.
"It's not your time to appear yet," Bruce said softly, not noticing a slender figure quietly approaching from behind.
"Sentinel... What is this thing?"
The familiar sound rang in his ear. The heavenly voice that he never used to tire of now sounded like a demon from Hell coming to claim his life in Bruce's unprepared ears.
"Whoa!" Bruce yelled, and the bound volume in his hand slipped and fell directly to the ground. He lunged forward, knocking over the table in front of him. The information on it flew up, slowly falling like snowflakes, gradually scattering all over the ground, and the cold coffee also spilled on it.
"Oh my god! Are you alright, Bruce?" Betty didn't expect her boyfriend to react like this and hurriedly ran over to pull Bruce up from the overturned table.
"My back!" Bruce supported his back that hit the table and stood up, grimacing with Betty's help. Seeing the brown coffee stains on the white paper, he ignored the pain in his back and frantically searched through the information.
Seeing Bruce's panicked face, Betty knew she had caused trouble, and very likely big trouble. She hurriedly ran to Bruce's side to help him.
Thanks to General Ross's education, Betty could handle things calmly when she encountered them. She stopped Bruce's frantic actions, picked out all the information stained with coffee to prevent it from further soaking other information, and carefully separated the already soaked information, spreading them out one by one on the open area.
"Found it!"
Bruce's surprised voice came. Betty put aside the work she had finished and returned to Bruce's side. Taking a closer look, she saw that Bruce was indeed holding the bound volume she had just seen with the word "Sentinel" written on the cover.
"I'm very sorry, Bruce," Betty immediately lowered her head to apologize. "I always interact with people like this at home, but they've never been startled by me, so I didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry."
Bruce also knew that although this matter was Betty's responsibility, he couldn't entirely blame her. After all, this was a habit she had developed since childhood. Betty's Dad, General Ross, became a General based on solid achievements. He had rolled around in a killing field and come back alive. His observation of the surrounding environment was definitely far beyond ordinary people, so Betty naturally couldn't startle him. And her Brother Mark was even more so. His other name, Hyperion, was enough to explain everything.
Knowing this, Bruce actually had no intention of blaming Betty at all. Not to mention that the really important things were completely fine, so it was even less likely for him to get angry. However, a proper reminder was still necessary, all for the sake of his own little heart.
"Just don't do it next time," Bruce adjusted his fallen glasses. "You need to know, Betty, I'm just a scholar who lives in the laboratory, not as sharp-witted as your brother and your dad."
"It won't happen next time," Betty stuck out her tongue, then curiously looked at Bruce's arms and asked, "What is this thing that makes you so concerned? I'm getting jealous."
"This thing is related to our future," Bruce said seriously. Seeing Betty become even more curious, he helplessly handed the notebook to her.
"What the heck is this?" Betty took the notebook in her hand and opened it immediately, but the text written inside was like a boxer's fist directly hitting her head, making her feel dizziness. What is this thing? Am I not a Cambridge University graduate? How can I not understand it at a glance?
"This is the Super Soldier Serum that General Ross asked me to research and develop," Bruce said, seeing that Betty didn't understand.
"Is that the Second Generation Captain America Project?" Betty closed the notebook, keeping the knowledge that attempted to destroy her will out. Last time she went to call Dad for dinner, she did accidentally overhear such a plan outside his room. Dad criticized her severely at the time, but afterwards, he still told her a little bit about it, telling her that this was a plan created by the Government to boost public confidence, wanting to use the star effect to encourage citizens and soldiers, and also instructed her not to leak it out in advance.
Of course, Betty wouldn't tell anyone. She was originally forced to eavesdrop, and she wasn't the brainless heiress in TV Drama. If Bruce hadn't been involved in this plan, she wouldn't even have told him.
"That's right. You also know that the gap between our identities is a bit too big," Bruce said with a wry smile.
"Then you also know that my family doesn't care about this, Bruce," Betty frowned in dissatisfaction. "Besides, if your talent could be converted into wealth, then it should be me who is not worthy of you. So don't say these useless words anymore."
"I know, Betty, but I don't want your family to be gossiped about because of me," Bruce hurriedly comforted Betty. "You need to know that those big shots are glamorous on the surface, but they use dirty tricks in private. Isn't General Ross wanting to run for President? I can't become his burden at this time."
Betty was quite pleased with Bruce's behavior of working hard for her family even before marrying her. The careful her didn't dwell on this matter and shifted the topic to the bound volume in her hand.
"So this is the future you came up with?"
"That's right. This 'Sentinel' is the future that I have poured all my lifework into," Bruce nodded solemnly. "Simply put, it's an enhanced version of the Super Soldier Serum, but it's not perfect yet. But don't worry, I will complete it before the General Election. At that time, General Ross will definitely be able to win the General Election."
Although she knew her boyfriend was very capable, Betty still felt unbelievable. How amazing would an invention that could affect the General Election be?
"Really? Is this thing that powerful?"
"Of course. If my calculations and inferences are correct, then the person who takes 'Sentinel' will surpass your brother Hyperion!"
Betty looked at her boyfriend's spirited appearance and really couldn't bear to dampen his confidence. Surpass her brother? How could that be possible? Hyperion was the strongest super hero she had ever seen, no, the strongest super hero recognized by the World. Even now, Television still occasionally plays the Video of Hyperion moving a mountain to facilitate the Nation's road construction. That video deterred many villains and caused America's crime rate to plummet for several months.
(End of Chapter)
"Knock knock knock."
Rhythmic knocking sounds came. Gwen, who was sitting at the table completing her homework, turned around immediately upon hearing the sound. Then, she saw Yang Le, transformed into a Kryptonian, floating outside the window.
"Habby?" Gwen looked at Yang Le floating outside the window in surprise, but still obediently got up, walked to the bed, and opened the window. "Why are you back today? And still not using the front door?"
"Not using the front door isn't just Spider-Man's specialty." Yang Le puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips. His firm and massive pectoral muscles made the Omnitrix symbol on his chest appear very three-dimensional.
When Gwen first became Spider-Woman in Universe 65B, she instinctively learned the skill of not taking the usual route, a skill that all Spider-People must master in the early stages of their hero career, when she went out at night to uphold justice and familiarize herself with her ability.
Initially, Gwen still lived with George. Doing so to hide her identity was naturally understandable. However, later, in order to guard against sneak attacks from The Hand, Gwen moved in with Yang Le with George's consent, but this habit was still retained.
Yang Le had also discussed this problem with her, asking her why she liked climbing through the window so much. Gwen's answer to him was convenience. Rather than taking the elevator from the first floor, it was better to directly swing home with web to save time.
Gwen's thoughts were not on Yang Le's answer. Instead, taking advantage of the latter's puffed-up chest, she glanced a few more times at his exaggerated pectoral muscles. The battle suit, restructured by the Omnitrix, displayed Yang Le's muscle lines at this moment vividly.
You should know that the physical condition of the Omnitrix wearer directly affects the alien hero form after transformation. For example, when Ben has a cold, large pustules will grow under Four Arms' armpits, and Heatblast will turn into Arctiguana. By the way, hypothermia is fatal to Heatblast. The reason why the frozen state occurs is the Omnitrix's host-protecting mechanism.
Later, if Ben's hand had a fracture, it would also directly influence the physical condition of the alien. For example, Swampfire's hand would also break along with it. Also, Zombie Ben's transformation into alien heroes would mostly be influenced by the Zombie Virus.
Therefore, for the sake of alien hero's combat power, Yang Le usually uses his free time to exercise. His figure can be considered athletic, but it definitely can't compare to a Kryptonian, let alone a Kryptonian who has been irradiated by the Yellow Sun.
"Uh, okay." Gwen took back her gaze before Yang Le noticed something was wrong, and moved her body away from the window. "You should come in quickly before the people downstairs find you. I don't want a large group of reporters to come later."
Yang Le curled up his body and squeezed through the narrow window into the indoor space. Fortunately, a Kryptonian's body flexibility was not bad, otherwise he would have had to enter through the front door honestly.
"Why don't we change to a house with a larger window?" Yang Le patted the dust off his body.
"I don't think that's necessary." Gwen sat on her swivel chair, holding a small horse doll. "The current house is quite good. Anyway, I live alone. If it's too big, it will be too empty. I don't like that feeling."
Feeling Gwen's resentful gaze, Yang Le's body suddenly stiffened. Indeed, because of his momentary impulse, Gwen had been separated from him for several months. Even though they were both in New York, it felt like a long-distance relationship.
"Sorry, Gwen." Yang Le honestly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. "But I'm really worried about the mutants."
"I'm not blaming you either. After all, I also know that those people are not living well." Gwen pouted. Thanks to Yang Le's tip-off, Gwen should be the outsider who knows the situation on Floating Island best. Although Gwen considers herself a human, as a superhuman, she can still empathize with the mutants.
Especially after learning that before Yang Le went there, the mutants couldn't even get enough food to eat, Gwen didn't know how to describe her mood. You should know that the mutants on Floating Island are already the group with the best quality of life. If they are like this, the encounters of other mutants can be imagined.
Feeling the atmosphere in the room gradually becoming low, Yang Le immediately changed the topic and told Gwen everything he had seen and heard today. This was also the reason why he came back today.
"So, you mean what went back with the mutants was just a plant?"
Facing Gwen's surprised gaze, Yang Le nodded and said, "I did initially want to use Ditto's clone technique, but it was indeed difficult to do in that chaotic situation."
The clone function of the Omnitrix uses a bug brought about by Ditto's ability. Therefore, the prerequisite for using this bug is to transform into Ditto. However, the situation at that time was too emergency. The maneuver of first transforming from Swampfire to Ditto, then using Ditto's clone technique, then transforming back into a human and then transforming into other alien heroes was too complex.
Helpless, Yang Le could only choose to let the shape-shifting monster split body enter his current body that was missing a shoulder, and let it control Swampfire's body. Then, his consciousness would be reborn from the other fragments that were shattered, and then directly transform into a Kryptonian.
This leads to the two moves that Yang Le developed based on Swampfire's ability. The first is consciousness transfer. Swampfire is a very difficult alien to kill. Even if it is smashed into pieces, it can be reborn.
And Yang Le developed the first move from this, which is to use the characteristic of consciousness transfer to decide which part of the limb to be reborn in, in order to achieve teleportation. Yang Le can leave a part of his body somewhere, and then when needed, abandon his current body and choose to be reborn in a pre-prepared place.
The second is to use Swampfire's ability to manipulate plants to control his unwanted body, in order to achieve the Shadow Clone Technique. As long as Yang Le has enough energy, creating a Swampfire army is not impossible.
This move looks very powerful. But it has a fatal weakness, which is that it cannot leave the muddy ground for too long, at most no more than five minutes, because these clones are strictly speaking corpses. Corpses will naturally rot and wither, but Swampfire's plant characteristics allow it to absorb nutrition from the soil. These corpses can of course also rely on the nutrition in the soil to forcibly prolong their lives.
In fact, not only Swampfire, Yang Le has developed many alien heroes. These are all ideas he came up with in his free time or during exercise using his brain. Some of these fantastical ideas can be realized, while others cannot. They are all things Yang Le has attempted time and time again.
Yang Le, who had been talking with Gwen, suddenly stopped. He looked outside the bedroom, staring intently in the direction of the door, and asked, "Do you have a guest today?"
"Guest?" Gwen was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why Yang Le suddenly said this, but then a burst of rapid knocking sound came, explaining everything.
"Knock knock knock!"
There really is a guest. After Gwen heard the knocking sound, a puzzled expression appeared on her face, but she quickly remembered that there was indeed a guest coming today.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 449 Katherine Anne Pryde
"My friend from school said she would come back to see me tonight," Gwen explained, then looked at Yang Le suspiciously and asked, "I didn't tell you beforehand, and she didn't knock. How did you know someone was at the doorway?"
Yang Le first pointed to his ear with a smug look, then pointed to his eyes before explaining, "This is the second ability of the alien hero I transformed into now: super hearing that can cover the entire Earth and X-ray vision that can see through objects."
Although the former of the two abilities Yang Le introduced was more shocking, as a girl, Gwen was more sensitive to the latter ability Yang Le mentioned. Gwen subconsciously protected her body, her cheeks flushed red, glaring fiercely at Yang Le. Yang Le immediately understood Gwen's idea and was about to speak to explain.
"Knock knock knock!"
The knocking outside the house became more urgent. The sudden sound interrupted Yang Le's opening. When he wanted to speak again, Gwen spoke first, "Alright, quickly transform back. If you are still in this alien form when Kitty comes in, you are dead!"
Gwen glared at Yang Le fiercely, then, without listening to Yang Le's explanation, walked towards outside the house on her own. Of course, when she turned around, she didn't forget to cover her butt with her hand.
Yang Le was very helpless. If Gwen hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have thought of using X-ray vision to peep. Two emotions appeared in his heart at once: the feeling of being wronged by misunderstanding, and the feeling of having missed out by not looking.
In fact, under the X-ray vision of a Kryptonian, Gwen's action of covering important parts with her hand was futile. X-ray vision could easily pass through Gwen's arm. Only a few substances, like lead, could block X-ray vision. But Gwen was so unwilling. Yang Le really wouldn't knowingly walk into danger. This was too perverted, and he really couldn't do it. When Yang Le used X-ray vision, he subconsciously directly passed through skin. He could swear that he had never thought about peeping.
Hearing the sound of Omnitrix disengaging transformation from behind, Gwen finally put down her hand. To be honest, when she first heard about X-ray vision, Gwen did feel shy. But the reason she reacted so strongly wasn't because Yang Le might have peeped at her, but because of the guest coming home, her friend Katherine "Kitty" Pryde. You know, she's also a girl. If it were just herself and Yang Le, it wouldn't matter, but with Kitty... no, in short, it's not okay!
Gwen took a few deep breaths to calm her mood, and then opened the door of the house. As soon as the door opened, Katherine "Kitty" Pryde, with her chestnut-colored long hair, was indeed standing outside the door. Her face showed a hint of impatience from waiting.
"Good evening, Kitty!" Gwen smiled, opened her arms, and hugged Kitty, who was pouting.
"I'm not good, Gwen," Kitty said with a pout after letting go of Gwen. "Why did you take so long to open the door? I thought you were going to shut me out."
"How could I?" Gwen denied it outright. "I was just listening to music and doing homework. You know I really like music. Those wonderful things give me inspiration."
"Okay, I forgive you, but you have to treat me to a midnight snack," Kitty said charmingly, holding Gwen's right hand.
"Of course, no problem," Gwen raised her free left hand, as if swearing. "If you don't mind the weight you've gained recently."
"Hate you, Gwen," Kitty frowned. "I shouldn't have told you my weight. Now there's one more count to your crimes. You also have to help me with my homework."
"Seriously, Kitty," Gwen said with a sly smile. "If you convert those added burdens into grade, you'd definitely be the number one student at Midtown High School."
"Alright!" Kitty said in exasperation. "You dare to laugh at me! I'm going to get you!" Facing her friend's ridicule, Kitty's right hand, which was already holding Gwen, continued to control Gwen, and used her other hand to reach for Gwen's ticklish spot.
"Hahaha, I won't say it anymore, hahaha!"
"Too late, you must endure my punishment!"
Gwen, tickled on her ticklish spot by Kitty, laughed uncontrollably, but she couldn't do anything to Kitty. Gwen didn't dare resist Kitty's tickling because she wasn't sure if she could control her strength at this time. She was afraid that her tens of tons of power would turn Kitty into flesh paste.
"Cough cough!"
The sudden sound of a man made Kitty pause. She looked up and saw a strange Asian face. The sudden appearance of the stranger startled her.
"Finally," Gwen was finally free. She looked at Yang Le gratefully. If he hadn't intervened, she might have really lost control.
"Um, Gwen, who is this?" Kitty looked at Yang Le awkwardly. Acting silly in front of strangers, even an outgoing girl like Kitty would feel shy.
"Huff~" Gwen took a deep breath and composed herself before introducing them. "He's my boyfriend Yang Le. He's Chinese, and his name might be a bit tongue-twisting. You can call him Yang. Yang, this is Katherine "Kitty" Pryde. She's the good friend I've mentioned to you."
"So you're Kitty," Yang Le stepped forward. "Gwen often mentions you, saying you're a very lively girl."
"Ah, hello Yang," Kitty said. Knowing Yang Le's identity, she was no longer timid. She shook Yang Le's hand generously, but quickly let go. "My full name is Katherine Anne Pryde. You can also call me Kitty."
Because he had encountered so many comic characters, Yang Le was no longer shocked by the sudden appearance of a comic character in front of him. That's right, the girl in front of him was also a well-known character in Marvel Comics. She was a member of the X-Men, a mutant with the code name Shadowcat.
In the comics, Kitty's image isn't as fixed as other characters. Sometimes long hair, sometimes short hair, sometimes curly hair. Her hair color has also changed several times. She's the kind of character that's not easy to recognize, and even Yang Le couldn't recognize her at a glance. But Kitty's name is still very distinctive. Although the naming method of full name and nickname isn't uncommon in America, if both names are the same as Shadowcat, then it's definitely her.
However, looking at Kitty's current appearance, she probably hasn't awakened her ability yet. This is normal. Different universes have different outcomes. It's not impossible for Kitty in this universe not to awaken her ability.
"By the way, Gwen!" While Yang Le was thinking, Gwen had already chatted with Kitty for a while. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and said to Gwen, "The dance at Midtown High School is in a few days. Will you ask Yang Le to go?"
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 450: The Dance is About to Begin
In America, when you mention high school dances, it's usually Homecoming. This is a time when students can enjoy pleasures at School that they don't normally get to experience.
However, Midtown High School is different. In addition to the usual Homecoming, Midtown High School has a tradition that no other School has: a Dance at the end of each semester.
The reason for this tradition is thanks to Midtown High School's status in this Universe. It can be said to be the best High School in America. Not only do wealthy families favor this High School, but children from ordinary families who can get a Recommendation Letter from this School are also more likely to be admitted to University than students from other institutions.
Such a Midtown High School is not short of Funds, because there are many wealthy families, and there are quite a few donations coming in.
Midtown High School is also not lacking in talent, because birds of fine feather flock together. No one would refuse an environment full of excellent peers.
These are all factors that contribute to having a Dance every semester. Teenagers in High School who aren't stupid should be planning for the Future.
In the environment of Midtown High School, making a few excellent friends might open up more Roads in the Future, so the tradition of the Dance was born. After all, it's the most suitable social activity.
Sometimes, even without the School spending money, some wealthy people with ulterior motives will take care of all the expenses for the Dance. Their Purpose is to allow themselves or their Child to use the special environment of the Dance to make connections with people they wouldn't normally be able to contact.
That's right, the Midtown Dance is like Homecoming, Family Member of the Child can also participate. Midtown High School's proud land area completely allows it to have multiple Venues for conducting various special activities simultaneously.
After all, the communication between Adults is still more reality-oriented. The cliques of Children are just child's play in their eyes. So, generally, the Dances for Adults and Children are separate. Of course, people from both venues can move freely between them, but generally, Children are not willing to go to the Adult side to feel uncomfortable.
And at this time, someone will ask, can non-Family Member participate? Of course, they can, but based on the free environment, in order to avoid certain rhythmic Sounds appearing on the Campus, the Conditions for non-Family Member to participate in the Dance are very harsh.
The first is the Application of the Student participating in the Dance, the second is a guarantee from a School Teacher, and the last is the School Screening. That's right, even if you complete the first two, if the last item, School Screening, doesn't pass, it's still no good. It can be said that the last item is the most important.
A School of Midtown High School's Level will naturally not allow social idlers to enter. After all, not to mention that there are many Students with prominent identities, there may also be many Big Shots coming to the Dance. If someone comes to harvest like wheat and there are a few Gunshots, then America will definitely be in chaos.
Therefore, there may even be many Super Heroes participating in or staking out Midtown High School's Dance, but these have nothing to do with Yang Le. What he should be considering now is how to pass the Dance Screening. Obviously, this is not difficult for him.
"An Oil Prince from China?" Gwen couldn't help but facepalm. "How did you come up with this title? I really don't know how to complain."
"Don't Americans love Oil the most?" Yang Le looked at Gwen in surprise. "I think such a title can greatly increase my chances of passing."
"But where did you get Oil from?" Gwen's eyes widened.
"But I have Money." Yang Le opened the electronic Account he had just opened using **Upgrade**. The numbers inside reached the display Limit, and even Gwen felt slightly dizzy.
"Isn't the biggest characteristic of an Oil Tycoon being rich?"
Gwen opened her mouth several times, but in the end, she could only helplessly close it. Yang Le was right, in the face of his assets like Uncle Scrooge, if he said he was an Oil Tycoon, no one would refute him.
Of course, Yang Le couldn't take these Virtual numbers out to spend. If he really indulged in unrestrained enjoyment, the Damage to Human might really be no less than a mountain collapse and tsunami.
Yang Le's heart moved, and the Screen of the Mobile phone transformed from the Splinter of **Upgrade** flickered for a while. The numbers on the Account became zero. Gwen could only sigh again that in front of **Upgrade**, these Technology creations were as easily manipulated as Playdough.
"Let's go." Yang Le looked at Gwen, who had changed into her Formal Dress. Perhaps it was because love is blind, but at this time, the other party was shining in his eyes.
Although today's Gwen was not as punk and casual as usual, she also had her own opinions on gorgeous Formal Wear. She was wearing a purple gradient, ankle-length dress. There were sporadic Pearl Chain decorations on the skirt. The top had been tailored by her into a semi-transparent Gauze Bandeau Top, which just supported the Black Sleeveless Innerwear she wore inside.
The innerwear was connected to the decorative Neck Ring on her neck, hiding the just right cleavage, looking quite mysterious. Of course, Gwen didn't forget to decorate her white arms. She used four Mesh Object, which she didn't know where she found, and put them on her forearms and Arms of her left and Right Hand respectively, looking both sexy and rock and roll. Her exposed feet were wearing a pair of white low-heeled shoes.
As for Yang Le, he was wearing an ordinary White Suit. After all, he was going to attend a Dance, so Formal Wear was still necessary. However, both Yang Le's Suit and Gwen's Formal Dress came from the 'Weaving Machine' that hadn't been used for a long time, the Machine that was originally used to create Battle Suit for Gwen.
This thing had been thrown into a Corner to gather Ash since Gwen had the **Biomnitrix**. Only when Gwen occasionally wanted to wear new Clothes would she take it out to use.
Taking the Elevator of the Apartment, they arrived at the Underground Garage. Yang Le first blacked out all the Surveillance in the Underground Garage before walking to a Camaro he had bought casually before.
Yang Le doesn't understand Car. The Reason he bought this Car was for contingency needs. The Reason he chose Camaro was because he knew it was Bumblebee's prototype Car, so he picked an eye-catching second-hand one. As for various problems like car accidents, he didn't even ask, after all, it wasn't important.
Walking to the Camaro with a shiny surface, Yang Le put the Mobile phone transformed from the Splinter on the Door of the Camaro. Just like a clay ox entering the sea, the Splinter integrated into the Camaro at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the gaze of Yang Le and Gwen, the Camaro, which was originally yellow, gradually turned into a Convertible Sports Car that was completely black but had white lines like Circuits.
"Beep beep!"
A melodious Car Horn sounded, accompanied by the flashing of Car Lights. The Doors on both sides of the Convertible Sports Car opened, and Yang Le and Gwen easily got into the Car.
"Let's go."
As soon as Yang Le finished speaking, the roar of the Convertible Sports Car's Engine immediately sounded. Without Yang Le even driving, the Car automatically drove towards the Destination.
(End of chapter)