I won again lying down today [Zhongyingmei]

Carl doesn't have a deep concept of money.

When I was a teenager, I was too miserable, and I didn't have time to think about it. Later, I had too much all of a sudden, and I didn't care about it.

That's why, after hearing the little girl's head bowed and whispering, as if she was angry, his first reaction was to think it was cute.

But the next moment, when he lowered his head with his smiling eyes, he saw the little girl's flushed face.

For a long time, facing all the gods of the empire with a lofty attitude, he couldn't help being silent for a moment.

When he thought of something, he couldn't smile all of a sudden, and the slightly curved lips froze completely.

At this moment, he had already belatedly realized that after this little anger, those extremely sensitive awkwardness and embarrassment belonged to girls.

She was just an ordinary little girl, a little girl who couldn't back down from enemies who were stronger and richer than her.

Carl's face was slightly gloomy, and he turned his head away. For the first time, he looked at the handsome young man with an extremely arrogant attitude with serious and scrutinizing eyes.

The boy was wearing the most expensive and softest cloth available in the slums, and the leather boots on his feet were the latest models, all of which were of great value.

But to be honest, these are of great value, and in the eyes of the god of the empire who possesses countless wealth, they are too inconspicuous and not worth mentioning.

He didn't even notice any difference between them and the stones on the side of the road.

That's why, at the beginning, Karl couldn't react right away. Under the huge gap, he should support his little girl.

Carl suddenly felt a little remorseful.

As for Mr. Stark, who was mentioned by the little girl in Susian Nian?

With extremely keen senses, Karl heard this sentence, but didn't pay attention.

Before meeting him, it was not surprising that the little girl had any strange experience, on the contrary, it was her unique and precious memory.

Fifty million is not a small amount, and in the last life, Karl had never heard of such a name with astonishing wealth in the empire.

But he doesn't care about these.

After all, in Karl's youth, when he was far from getting out of the slums, who can say that such a rich nobleman did not exist in the empire?

It's just that in this country that is constantly fighting, chaotic, and has even experienced twists and turns of the crown prince several times, the emergence and demise of nobles are too easy.

After his demise, nature was no longer worth remembering and talking about.

As for how the little girl knew this gentleman, whether she met him by chance, or simply heard the name in old newspapers or on TV, it doesn't matter.

Besides, Carl is actually more inclined to... this name should be made up by the little girl out of desperation, trying to make up for herself, compared to encountering such a remote possibility.

After all, she is too young, and she is only a little girl who has just grown up.

Facing such an insurmountable gap between wealth and class, and facing people who still needed his protection, how could she not be afraid, and what could she do?

She had no choice but to comfort herself in this way.

Wanting to understand this, Karl lowered his eyes and looked seriously at the little girl who obviously liked to laugh the most, but at this moment she had a cold face and was angry for him.

For some reason, my heart suddenly softened.

Before this, for many years, the God of the Empire never thought that he would feel soft-hearted one day later.

After all, everyone knows that Karl's heart is as cold as ice, and even the hottest magma can't melt it.

But at this moment, he had to admit that the hot magma really couldn't melt him, but a jar of soft honey might be able to break this state.

He has indeed been changed.

This made Karl look at the other people in the room, and when he was on the opposite side of him, he was not as easy to talk to as before, or he was too lazy to talk to him.

He took a step forward, calmly looking at the handsome young man glaring at him.

He thought about it, like an official negotiating with someone, and said: "There are some things that should not be told to you, but to your father."

He said with a flat voice, frowned, and seemed to be a little distressed: "But there is no way, I don't want to waste time on this anymore, then..."

He said, raised a finger, lightly tapped the boy's shoulder, and asked, "Do you still think I did it?"

"Probably not."

In the eyes of the young man, he must look like a bandit or a robber at this moment, but it is undeniable that this is the most calm and powerful posture.

That blow was light and not heavy, because Karl was satisfied with his current life, and he didn't want to cause more trouble.

Because of this, he only used a very light force, just to prove himself, to prove that with his own strength, there is no need to steal that unfounded instrument.

You know, in the previous life, if someone dared to offend the god of the empire like this, then this blow would directly break his neck.

The young man didn't know that Carl's mentality had become gentle. At this moment, he only felt the strength on his shoulders as heavy as a thousand weights, and a very destructive spiritual force penetrated the skin and came straight and violently.

He was in a cold sweat from the pain, and he could hardly speak. He opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

The prefect watched the whole process from the beginning to the end, and if there was anything he didn't understand, he immediately looked at the boy with sympathy, feeling sorry that he had encountered such a big killer who could do whatever he wanted.

But there was a bit of rare sympathy at work, and he was going to go up to smooth things over and let the matter just go by.

After all, he clearly knows that a strong man with s-level strength really doesn't need the bonus of the instrument.

The young man in fancy clothes was not reconciled, he gritted his teeth, but he already understood in his heart that such a powerful coercion could never come from a piece of trash, he might have kicked the iron plate.

Thinking of his partner who went to Karl angrily, tried his best to encourage him, told him that Karl was a waste, and stole his equipment, his heart was burning.

That is the partner with whom he has the best relationship. He believes in it so much that he can even confidently say in front of everyone: I trust him.

But after calming down, the boy also remembered that his friend expressed several times that he was very envious of him having a physique modifier.

The ridiculous thing is that he is not even as good as a little girl from the slums. When he said he liked it, he never asked him what to do if this thing is lost, and whether it has a position.

Seeing that his face seemed to be loose, Karl let go of his finger on his shoulder after thinking about it.

In the next second, the young man who had been released from confinement shook off Carl, and stumbled towards the classroom.

After a while, there was a loud noise in the classroom, accompanied by the young man's angry growl.

The prefect's complexion changed slightly, he turned his head, and walked quickly towards the direction of the classroom. Ah Yan glanced eagerly, then looked up at Karl, and was touched by the boy on the head.

The situation in the classroom was not good. The two teenagers wrestled together and kept saying something, but the scene was too chaotic to hear clearly.

After finally separating them, the young man in fine clothes had a tinge of color on his face. He scolded the young man who was still lying on the ground with a "Pooh", and then walked towards Carl.

His eyebrows and eyes were still proud and flamboyant, but all those contempt and disdain were suppressed, and he lowered his head in a submissive gesture.

"I'm sorry." He said, "I was too gullible just now. I misunderstood you. You didn't steal it."

The boy is obviously not soft-tempered, he is used to arrogance, even apologizing is tough, but he has no intention of escaping.

Ah Yan was also stunned by this reversal, poked his head over, and looked curiously.

Carl was bumped into his shoulder by her, looked at her, couldn't help laughing, and ignored the boy.

He didn't care about this at all. In fact, if the little girl hadn't softened his heart a little, he would have broken the boy's neck immediately instead of listening to his nonsense.

Therefore, he just pinched the bow tied on the little girl's head in novelty and pleasure, and listened to her moaning to vent his anger: "Then you just... hum!"

She talked and stopped talking, as if she felt that the other party's attitude was quite sincere, but she seemed to be stingy if she kept pestering her.

It's just that he couldn't calm down, pouted, tugged at Carl's sleeve, and sulked.

Act like a baby.

Looking at her, Carl couldn't help laughing, patted her on the head again, and took the schoolbag in her arm.

When his heart became more peaceful and even happy, Carl really didn't care about such small things.

Therefore, he no longer paid attention to the boy in fancy clothes, but went into the classroom to get his own things and prepared to go home.

The young man in Chinese clothes stood at the door with his fists clenched, his face twisted, as if he was struggling for something, and he didn't leave.

When the two came out and were about to leave, he suddenly spoke.

He came over, looked at Carl, then at A Yan, and said bluntly: "Although I'm not a good person, I don't like to owe people anything. This time it's my fault, and it's up to you."

As he spoke, he threw over a folded card, then took a few steps back, turned around and ran away.

Carl raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his arm, and opened the folded card.

It was a qualification form, a qualification form for the Imperial First Class Competition jointly organized by the Imperial Academy and the royal family.

In a country with endless wars, in order to select talents, the official will always hold some competitions to select the leftover talents.

This is one of its most authoritative.

The competition areas are distributed on the first main star, the second main star, and the second main star, and in each competition area, the top-ranked people, no matter what their previous identities, can be admitted to the Imperial Academy for study.

It was the dream place of all boys from the empire, with a lofty status and a strict system. Countless nobles and even members of the royal family were there.

When a commoner's child steps into it, it means that one foot has already reached the sky.

However, the Imperial Academy's screening is extremely strict. Except for those with extremely strong mental power, only the most noble nobles can enter.

From this, it can be seen how difficult it is to have such a qualification form, especially in a remote slum that was abandoned by the backward first star.

The teenager is willing to pay such a price to bear his own mistakes. I have to say that this is something that rarely surprises Karl.

The prefect saw something, suppressed the fear in his heart, and came over curiously to take a look, and was delighted to see it.

He was beaming: "Okay, good, good, the chosen son of Carl, he will definitely win glory for the school. I will definitely report to the principal for a special approval for Carl's classmate." He kept flattering.

Karl couldn't help but pause slightly when he closed the card.

You know, in Karl's eyes, except for the little girl he was lucky enough to meet, everyone in this world is an extremely dark and rotten existence.

Not to mention the perverted military officer whose neck was cut off by him in the previous life, but even his "closest" companions and subordinates in the previous life, they only wanted something and each had their own thoughts.

Karl is walking on the path he thinks is the most correct, and he sees it too clearly, and because of this, he is particularly tired.

At this time, he felt the small strength in his heart when the little girl curiously took the card away, and suddenly felt that the turbid world became a little clearer.

This is a very strange and very unique perspective.

In the past, he thought the prefect was stalking and defiant, but now, seeing his beaming appearance, he felt that he was not useless.

He didn't pay attention to the young man in fine clothes, thinking that he was dull and impulsive, and he was useless, but now, he found that he was a bit stupid, not a human being, but he was rarely sincere, and he was much more pleasing than a hypocritical person.

Such completely different perspectives all appeared because of a momentary soft-heartedness, instead of directly killing the other party, but leaving the other party alive.

Carl pursed his lips, and a little doubt flashed in his icy blue eyes.

When he looked at the world in the past, the world was always shrouded in a layer of mist, dark and rotten, entwined with dead branches and leaves.

But now, flowers seem to grow from the dead branches and leaves.

【Ding--】

[Unlock character: Kal-El (Clark Kent)]

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Ah Yan:?

The little girl lowered her head and was curiously looking at the card with the cool black armor printed on it. She was concentrating on it when she heard a voice and couldn't help blinking her eyes.

She didn't know what happened, but she was quite happy. While touching the armor pattern happily, she blowing rainbow fart without raising her head:

"I said, Karl is not a thief, Karl is obviously the sun, the brightest sun in the world."

The praised god on earth pursed his lips and smiled.

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