The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

In America, when people mention high school dances, they're usually talking about homecoming. During homecoming, students can enjoy things at school that they usually can't.

However, Midtown High School is different. Besides the usual homecoming dances, Midtown High also has a tradition that other schools don't: a dance at the end of each semester.

The reason for this tradition is thanks to Midtown High's status in the universe. It can be said to be the best high school in the entire United States. Not only do wealthy families favor this high school, but ordinary families whose children can get a recommendation from this school are more likely to be accepted into universities than students from other schools.

Such a Midtown High School does not lack funds, because many wealthy families donate.

Midtown High School also doesn't lack talent, because talented birds choose trees to perch on. No one would reject an environment full of excellent peers.

These are all factors that contribute to having a dance every semester. Teenagers in high school should be planning for the future if they aren't stupid.

In the environment of Midtown High School, making a few excellent friends might provide more paths in the future. Therefore, the tradition of dances was born, after all, it is the most suitable social activity.

Sometimes, the school doesn't even have to pay. Some wealthy people with ulterior motives will take care of all the expenses of the dance. Their purpose is to allow themselves or their children to make connections with people they usually can't.

That's right, Midtown dances, like homecoming, allow family members to participate. Midtown High School's proud land area fully allows it to have multiple venues for various special activities to be carried out simultaneously.

After all, adults' interactions are more realistic. The children's cliques are just child's play in their eyes. So, generally, the adults' and children's dances are separate. Of course, people from both venues can move freely, but generally, the children don't want to go to the adults' side to feel uncomfortable.

And then some people will ask, can non-family members participate? Of course, they can. But based on the free environment, to avoid certain rhythmic noises appearing on campus, the conditions for non-family members to participate in the dance are very harsh.

First, there must be an application from a student attending the dance. Second, there must be a guarantee from a school teacher. Finally, there is the school's review. That's right, even if you complete the first two, you still can't pass if the last item, the school review, doesn't pass. It can be said that the last item is the most important.

A school of Midtown High School's level naturally won't let social idlers in. After all, not to mention that there are many students with prominent identities, there may also be many important figures coming to the dance. If someone comes and starts shooting like they're harvesting wheat, America will definitely be in chaos.

Therefore, many superheroes come to Midtown High School's dances to participate or stake out, but these have nothing to do with Yang Le. What he has to consider now is how to pass the dance review. Obviously, this is not difficult for him.

"A Chinese oil prince?" Gwen couldn't help but rub her forehead. "How did you come up with that 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 the oil?" Gwen's eyes widened.

"But I have money." Yang Le opened the electronic account he had just opened with the shapeshifter, and even Gwen felt a slight dizziness at the number that reached the display limit.

"The biggest characteristic of oil tycoons is that they are rich, right?"

Gwen opened her mouth several times, but finally had to close it helplessly. Yang Le was right, in the face of his assets like Uncle Scrooge McDuck, no one would refute him if he said he was an oil tycoon.

Of course, Yang Le couldn't take these virtual numbers out to spend. If he were to indulge in enjoyment recklessly, the damage to humanity might really be no less than a landslide or tsunami.

Yang Le's mind moved, and the screen of the mobile phone transformed from the shapeshifter split flickered for a while, and the number on the account became zero. Gwen could only sigh once again that in front of the shapeshifter, these technological creations were like clay to be manipulated at will.

"Let's go." Yang Le looked at Gwen, who had changed into her dress. Perhaps it was because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but at this time, she shone brightly in his eyes.

Today's Gwen, although not as punk and casual as in the past, also has her own insights into gorgeous dresses. She is wearing a purple gradient dress that reaches her ankles, with scattered bead chain decorations on the skirt. The top has been cut by her into a semi-transparent gauze tube top, which just sets off the black sleeveless lining she is wearing inside.

The lining is connected to the decorative choker on her neck, hiding the just right cleavage, looking quite mysterious. Of course, Gwen didn't forget to decorate her fair arms. She used four net-like objects she didn't know where she found to put on her left and right forearms and arms 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 had to wear formal attire to attend the dance. However, the suit Yang Le was wearing and Gwen's dress all came from the long-unused 'Loom', the machine that was originally used to create battle suits for Gwen.

This thing has been thrown into the corner to gather dust since Gwen got the shapeshifter battle suit. It is only taken out for use when Gwen occasionally wants to wear new clothes.

Taking the apartment elevator to the underground garage, Yang Le first hacked all the surveillance cameras in the underground garage before walking to a Camaro he had bought casually before.

Yang Le doesn't understand cars. The reason he bought this car was for emergencies. The reason he chose the Camaro was because he knew it was the prototype car of Bumblebee. He picked a good-looking used one, and he didn't even ask about car accidents and other problems, because it didn't matter.

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Walking to the seemingly shiny Camaro, Yang Le attached the mobile phone transformed from the split body to the car door of the Camaro. Just like a mud cow entering the sea, the split body merged 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 black convertible sports car with white lines like circuits.

"Beep beep!"

A pleasant car horn sounded, accompanied by the flashing of the headlights. The doors on both sides of the convertible opened, and Yang Le and Gwen easily got into the car.

"Let's go."

As soon as Yang Le's voice fell, the roar of the convertible's engine immediately sounded, and without Yang Le even driving, the car automatically drove towards its destination.