Hong Kong Variety Show: I can travel through the magical world

"Are you planning to sleep for another night?

It's almost dawn."

Clark looked at the time. It was already past 4 o'clock, and it was almost 5 o'clock.

"What can I do if I don't sleep? Study?

I can at least sleep for more than two hours. Single dogs like you can't understand how tired I was last night."

Rosen covered his head and fell asleep.

Clark was hit hard. He couldn't sleep anyway.

Looking at the darkest night before dawn outside the window, it felt like his own mood.

They were all adopted together when they were young.

Why is the gap so big?

"Clark Joseph Kent, you must work harder. No matter what, you must be single this year!"

Clark swore silently, and he even called out his full name for this.

In the morning, Rosen was dragged out of the quilt by Clark.

As soon as he got up, he gave Clark a scorching ray, destroying one of his T-shirts.

"Hiss, it hurts, you know?" Clark rubbed the wound hard and complained.

"Oh, is it more painful than a broken bone?" Rosen just raised his eyelids slightly.

"Don't keep talking about this. Do I owe you a lifetime?"

"What else?"

"Why don't you break my bones? I really can't stand it."

"Clark, you are so cute. You are my dearest brother. How could I hit you?

Unlike some people, they hit their younger brothers so hard and break their bones."

Facing Rosen's weirdness, Clark had no way to deal with it.

"I'm going to eat first. You can eat it up if you want."

Looking at Clark's back, Rosen smiled.

"I'll eat you for a lifetime!"

There is no handicraft class this afternoon, and today is Friday, so the school is over very early.

There are two classes in the afternoon, and the holiday is at 2:30.

There is no nap in the old American school.

So the lunch break won't be that long, and of course they don't need a lunch break because their classes aren't that full.

They won't feel drowsy because of overuse of the brain and intake of a lot of carbohydrates.

"Pete seems to be very strange recently. He leaves right after school every day, and he doesn't know what he's doing in a hurry."

Chloe came to the two brothers and pointed at Xiao Hei in the distance.

"Why don't we check it out?"

As their friend, it's only right for Pete to express his concern appropriately.

Who are the two Kent brothers, plus Chloe, the three of them took a pickup truck and followed Pete silently.

All the way to the suburbs.

Finally discovered Pete's secret, it turns out that he was racing motorcycles.

And he was with a group of social people.

In fact, some motorcycle gangs are also called thieves.

For ordinary people, this is also a gang organization, which is dangerous, and the activities they engage in are basically racing, snatching bags, and stealing things.

"Why is Pete hanging out with these people?"

Clark didn't like them at all.

This was completely inherited from Jonathan.

"Maybe he has his own reasons. Racing is something that, if not for hobbies, is for money.

As long as it's a competition, there must be financial incentives."

Sure enough, the two of them saw that all the contestants took out a roll of money and put it in a tray.

As a beautiful woman lifted up her skirt, the competition officially began.

These motorcycles rushed out like arrows from a string.

Of course, in the eyes of Rosen and Clark, this speed was nothing.

"I didn't expect Pete to be so wild."

Pete's driving style was still very aggressive.

He quickly rushed to the first echelon.

As time went on, he was already in the top three when he ran to the second lap.

In the end, he really won.

He took all the money in the tray, and then rode away on his motorcycle alone.

It's just that two of these motorcycle gangs looked at each other and started their motorcycles and followed.

"It looks like he's in trouble. Let's go and help him."

Rosen stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck roared and followed.

Soon Pete found someone following him, so he got off the road and rushed into the desert next to him.

He believed in his skills very much.

He thought he could get rid of the two people behind him.

The road conditions in the desert were much worse than those during the competition.

Sure enough, the two people behind him stopped chasing after him.

"You want to catch up with me? Dream on!This is the money I earned with my life."

Pete stopped his motorcycle, took out the money he had just won, and planned to count it.

"You also know that it is money earned with life. Are you short of money?"

Rosen and the other two stopped in front of him in a pickup truck.

"Yes, Pete, it is very dangerous to hang out with those people. Even if you win the money, you may not be able to take it away. Those two people just wanted to rob you of the money."

Clark also persuaded him.

"What do you know?

Rosen, sometimes I really want to split your head with a knife to see how your brain grows.

You are already a millionaire at a young age. The money you earn in a year may take others a lifetime to struggle.

How can you know the pain of someone like me?"

I don't know which sentence hit his pain point.

Pete burst out directly.

"What pain do you have?

Your mother is the Attorney General and your father is a businessman. Are you short of money?

Clark and I's parents are farmers. Just a few years ago, we even had to take out loans to buy fertilizer.

We've been through a more difficult life than you."

Rosen didn't give him any face.

"Sometimes I wish my parents were farmers, too.

You're right. My mother is the Attorney General and has a high salary, but my father is a very unsuccessful businessman.

Three months ago, he didn't know who he listened to, and he invested all his money, even a lot of loans, in the stock market.

Now his stocks are only 1% of their original value, like waste paper, and can't be sold at all.

He is now planning to escape, fearing that he will be chased for debt.

And my mother has decided to give up her job as Attorney General for him and go with him. What can I do?

I have lived here since I was a child, and my best friend is also here.

I work hard to make money just to help him pay off his debts and stay here. I am just an ordinary student, without your brain, who can write very popular novels.

Thereby earning a lot of royalties and improving the living conditions of the family.

My only hobby is riding motorcycles. Is there anything wrong with me making money from this hobby? "

Pete said with tears in his eyes.