"Dinglinglinglinglinglinglinglinglinglinglinglinglingling!!!"

The harsh alarm clock rang wildly, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

In a slightly messy room, a little rough hand stretched out from the quilt, skillfully grabbed the alarm clock at the head of the bed, and cut off its ringtone.

"Click."

As the alarm clock was cut off, a monkey doll at the head of the bed was pulled by something and fell straight backward, and the back of his head was accurately knocked on an inconspicuous button behind it.

Immediately afterwards, a light sound of mechanical transmission, and the bed board of the bed where the owner of the little hand was suddenly collapsed. Craft Lee, who was still in a hazy state, fell down without any suspense.

Then……

"ah----!!!!!!"

The screams that were more harsh than the previous alarm clock kept ringing, and Craft, who was shocked, sat up from a pile of screaming chickens, covering his ears.

...

Craft rubbed his chicken coop head and walked down the stairs shakingly. At this moment, his mind was still buzzing, and the hypoglycemia caused by early awakening, so he was afraid that he would not be able to come back to his senses for a while.

With his past habits, Craft walked to the dining table with drunken steps, staring at the table blankly, and yawned from time to time.

It was not until Craft's adoptive father, Mr. Li, put the breakfast in front of him that he was shocked and returned from the heavenly sacred tour.

"It seems that the new way you have prepared for yourself is effective," Mr. Li took out two bottles of milk from the refrigerator, put one of them in front of Craft, and then added: "It's just a little noisy, and I was shocked downstairs."

"It's bread and milk again..."

Craft ignored his adoptive father's topic, but picked up a baguette and took a bite, complaining vaguely.

"We are Chinese. Even if we don't have skin, egg, lean meat porridge and pancakes, we should at least eat some buns, soy milk and the like!"

"I'm sorry, Craft, I can't do those things."

Mr. Li sat opposite Craft with a smile, and also picked up a baguette and started to chew it.

"So you'd better find me a mother quickly," Craft urged, waving the baguette that was chewed into a pothole: "It must be a Chinese woman who knows how to cook."

"You urge me to get married all day long just to find a cook for yourself?"

Mr. Li had a dark face, and the baguette in his hand was instantly no longer fragrant.

"That... isn't there a saying that goes..." Craft shrank his head and argued stubbornly: "Well... if you have breasts, you are a mother? That's right! That's it!"

"Oh...this sentence is not used like this..."

Mr. Li sighed helplessly, his words full of fatigue.

"Oh, that's about that." Craft waved his hand with a smile, "Just understand the spirit."

"If you really want to eat buns and fried dough sticks, I can help you order meals in Fumanlou."

Although Craft is just his adopted son, the friendship between them is not just about adoption and being adopted, so Mr. Li treats Craft with his biological son.

"Forget it," Craft refused decisively, "The store price of Fatty Liao's house is too dark and cannot afford it."

"It's still affordable," Mr. Li showed a gratified smile on his face. "I can be considered a rich man now. I don't have to save as much as before. And can't you make money yourself? If you are really hungry, go to Fumanlou for a good meal."

"Forget it, the bread is pretty good," Craft swallowed the baguette in his hand into his mouth, then drank two mouthfuls of milk and swallowed it. "The little money I made was not enough to buy new materials. As for Martin, you should keep it to help those people in FEAST."

After quickly finishing breakfast, Craft picked up the schoolbag that he placed aside and walked quickly out the door.

"I'll go to school first."

Totally ignore the roar of Martin Lee behind him.

"Hey! You haven't washed up yet!"

“It’s so troublesome to wash your face and brush your teeth…”

Craft, who walked out of the house, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, then smeared it on his face and hair a few times, and it was done.

At this time, the school bus used to pick up and drop off students also appeared around the corner of the street.

"Yeah, the time is right."

Craft looked at the time on his watch and nodded with satisfaction.

"My Screaming Chicken's battle was a bit too shocking..."

Recalling the terrible experience of himself struggling to get up from a group of screaming chickens, Craft couldn't help but tremble.

"As a matter of course, we still need to optimize further."

"Hey! Craft! Here!"

When I boarded the school bus, an acquaintance immediately greeted him. The person who called him was also a yellow-skinned Chinese, who was the young owner of Fumanlou mentioned earlier, which was Fatty Liao as mentioned by Craft.

"Good morning, David."

Craft greeted other classmates, walked to David Liao and sat down.

"You were actually waiting for the school bus in advance today, so did the screaming chicken fight succeed?"

Fatty Liao, who was smiling on his face, asked impatiently before Craft could sit firmly.

"Success is success...it's just that the mental trauma is a bit serious...it needs to be improved."

Craft's face showed an expression of indescribable expression.

"Oh... It's a pity. I want to sell this awakening system to Phyllis and the others as soon as possible."

Fatty Liao said with regret.

"Come on," Craft gave him a blank look, "I've told you a long time ago that I have to go to their house to modify this thing. It's very troublesome and has no value for sale."

After a pause, Craft looked at Fatty Liao with his eyes squinted and asked, "You Mr. Liao is short of money again? You can actually like my commission... You don't seem to have any new games recently? The comic magazine was released three days ago... Are you interested in new treasures?"

Hearing Craft's inquiry, Fatty Liao, who was originally smiling, changed his expression instantly and accused him with a sad and angry look: "It's not my mother yet! I did some cleaning, and they discovered all my treasures! But with my argument, my parents agreed to redeem all the treasures at the original price!"

The treasure that Fatty Liao mentioned is actually the playboy of a famous magazine. However, Fatty Liao has a very good attitude and will never collect it if the cover girl is not in line with her appetite.

However, Uncle Liao and Aunt Liao were willing to let him redeem those magazines...

He really deserves to be a black store! He doesn’t even let go of his own children!

"I deserve it!"

Not long after his 14th birthday, Craft, whose interest has not yet been transferred to the girl, is still unable to understand Fatty Liao's pursuit.

Women who can’t cook are not as useful as hexagon wrench!

"Then have you not had any new inventions recently?"

Fatty Liao hugged Craft in tears and refused to let go.

"If it really doesn't work, you can make some brain-breaking artifacts and mechanism locks, and I'll take them to other middle schools to sell them!"

"don't want!"

Craft decisively refused. In order to raise funds, he almost vomited his brain-crashing artifact and mechanism locks. Now he feels disgusting when he hears these two names.

"Don't do this... I can't survive without my treasure!"

Fatty Liao hugged Craft's waist and began to wail.

"David, don't worry, when you are dying, I can lend you my treasures to you and continue your life for you. How about it? Is it enough friends?"

An African-American student with the same hobbies as Fatty Liao joked gloatingly with their black machine guns.

"roll!"

Fatty Liao gestured to the bad friend with his middle finger, and then said righteously: "The big butt black girls you collect cannot appreciate!"

"Hey! David! I don't allow you to insult my goddess!"

Then two old pornographic critics of different skin colors debated their respective aesthetic standards.

But soon, Fatty Liao was killed by the black brother's words "What's the use of saying so much? Anyway, your treasures have been confiscated."

It was only then that he remembered his original purpose, and once again hugged Craft's waist and began to cry miserably.

Craft was really impatient by Fatty Liao and said to him: "The brain-breaking artifact and mechanism lock are definitely gone, but I have some new ideas recently. After a few days, we will start working. When the equipment I ordered is complete, we will put the video online and see how the response is."

"Then it depends on you, brother!"

Fatty Liao patted Craft on the back, and Craft rolled his eyes back, too lazy to pay attention to him.

However, the other students were excited at this time and came over to ask.

"Craft, have you made a new invention?"

"Can you tell me what kind of invention it is?"

"Don't be too expensive. The toilet robot you invented last time was too expensive and I can't afford it."

"That thing was not sold to us, right? It was sold to customers of the Qiaoshou Channel. I heard that there are quite a few people who bought it."

“It’s great to have money…”

"Yeah yeah……"

The Fantas Middle School where Craft is not a prestigious school. Most of the students in the family situation are average. The rest are children of other ethnic groups such as Craft and Fatty Liao. Because most of the school managers are composed of Asians, many Asians in New York are willing to send their children to this school.

Although America is shouting slogans such as human rights equality all day long, it is actually bullshit. Non-white people will be treated differently in this country.

When he escaped from the Margia Gang with Martin Lee, Craft had many ugly faces from those people, so after Martin Lee made money, he established a FEAST homeless shelter to help the poor. Craft had suggested not to accept white people, but unfortunately he was rejected by Martin.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to create those magical props yet, otherwise I must look good to those guys from the Maggia Gang!
Chapter completed!