Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"jingle jingle jingle jingle"

The piercing alarm clock rang crazily, breaking the early morning tranquility.

In a slightly messy room, a rough little hand stretched out from the bed, skillfully grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside, and cut off its ringing.

"Click."

As the alarm clock was cut off, the monkey doll at the head of the bed was pulled by something and fell straight backwards, hitting an inconspicuous button behind it with the back of its head.

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

then

"what"

The alarm clock screamed more piercingly than before. Kraft, who was stunned and stunned, suddenly sat up from the pile of screaming chickens, covering his ears.

Kraft rubbed his head and staggered down the stairs. At this time, his mind was still buzzing. Coupled with the low blood sugar when he got up early, he might not be able to do anything for a while. Come to your senses.

Dizzy and relying on his past habits, Kraft walked to the dining table with a drunken pace and sat down. He stared at the table blankly and yawned from time to time.

It wasn't until Kraft's adoptive father, Mr. Li, placed breakfast in front of him that he suddenly got a jolt and returned from his fugue.

"It seems that the new way of getting up you prepared for yourself is working well." Mr. Li took out two bottles of milk from the refrigerator, placed one in front of Kraft, and then added: "It's just a bit noisy. I We were all shocked downstairs.”

“Bread and milk again”

Kraft didn't respond to his adoptive father's topic, but picked up a baguette and took a hard bite, complaining vaguely.

"We are Chinese. Even if we don't have preserved egg, lean meat porridge and pancakes, we should at least have some steamed buns and soy milk."

"I'm sorry, Kraft, I don't know how to do any of those things."

Mr. Li sat down opposite Kraft with a smile, and also picked up a baguette and started chewing on it.

"So you'd better find me a mother quickly," Kraft urged, waving the gnawed baguette: "It must be a Chinese woman who can cook."

"Are you urging me to get married all day long just to find yourself a cook?"

Mr. Li had a dark face, and the baguette in his hand suddenly lost its aroma.

"Isn't there a saying that goes like this?" Kraft shrank his head and argued stiffly: "Well, if you have breasts, you are a mother, that's right."

"Alas, that's not how this sentence is used."

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

"Oh, that's pretty much what it means." Kraft waved his hand with a smile, "Just understand the spirit."

"If you really want to eat steamed buns and fried dough sticks, I can help you order food at Fumanlou."

Although Kraft is only his adopted son, the friendship between them is not just about adoption and being adopted, so Mr. Li treats Kraft no differently from his biological son.

"Forget it," Kraft decisively refused, "The prices at Fatty Liao's store are too low, I can't afford it."

"It's still affordable," Mr. Li said with a happy 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? You're really greedy. Just go to Fumanlou and have a good meal by yourself."

"Forget it, the bread is pretty good," Kraft gulped, stuffing the baguette in his mouth into his mouth, then swallowed it with two mouthfuls of milk, "I can't even buy new ingredients with the little money I earned. It’s not even enough. As for your money, Martin, you should keep it to help those people in Feast.”

After finishing his breakfast quickly, Kraft picked up his school bag and walked quickly out the door.

"I'm going to school first."

Completely ignoring Martin Lee's roar behind him.

"Hey you haven't washed up yet"

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

After walking out of the house, Kraft took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and then smeared it on his face and hair a few times with his hands, and it was done.

At this time, the school bus used to pick up students also appeared at the corner of the street.

"Well, the time is right."

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

"My Screaming Chicken battle was a great success~~~but it was a bit too shocking."

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

"Sure enough, we still need to optimize it further."

"Hey Kraft this way"

As soon as he boarded the school bus, he was greeted by an acquaintance. The person who called him was also a Chinese with yellow skin. He was none other than the young master of Fumanlou mentioned before, who was also known as Fatty Liao in Kraft's mouth.

"Good morning, David."

While saying hello to other students, Kraft walked to sit next to David Liao.

"You were actually waiting for the school bus early today, so was the Screaming Chicken operation a success?"

Fatty Liao, who had a smile on his face, asked impatiently before Kraft could sit down.

"It's a success, but the psychological trauma is a bit big and needs improvement."

There was an expression on Kraft's face that was hard to explain.

"Oh, what a pity. I wanted to help you sell this awakening system to Phyllis and the others earlier."

Fatty Liao said with regret.

"Come on," Kraft rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that I have to go to their house to modify this thing, which is very troublesome and has no value in selling it."

After a pause, Kraft squinted at Fatty Liao and asked: "Young Master Liao is short of money again and you actually want to take my commission. It seems that there haven't been any new games recently, right? The comic magazine was just three days ago." What new treasures have you picked up after they went on sale?”

Hearing Kraft's inquiry, Fatty Liao, who was smiling at first, suddenly changed his expression, and complained to him with a look of sorrow and anger: "My mother didn't do a good job of cleaning, they discovered all my collections, but after I After hard arguments, my parents agreed that I would redeem all those treasures at the original price."

The treasure that Fatty Liao talks about is actually Playboy from a well-known magazine. However, Fatty Liao is very discerning and will never collect if the cover girl is not to his liking.

But Uncle Liao and Aunt Liao were actually willing to let him redeem those magazines.

As expected of someone who runs a black shop, he doesn’t even spare his own children.

"deserved"

Kraft, who has just celebrated his 14th birthday and has not yet shifted his interest to girls, cannot yet understand Fatty Liao's pursuit.

A woman who can't cook is not as useful as a hex wrench

"Then you have no new inventions recently?"

Fatty Liao hugged Kraft with tears in his eyes and refused to let go.

"If it doesn't work, you can make some brain-destroying artifacts and machine locks, and I'll sell them to other middle schools."

"Do not"

Kraft decisively refused. In order to raise funds, he almost vomited by making brain-destroying artifacts and machine locks. Now he feels sick when he hears these two names.

"Don't be like this. I can't live without my treasure."

Fatty Liao grabbed Kraft's waist and started wailing.

"David, don't worry. When you are about to die, I can lend you my collection to take a look at and extend your life. How can I be a friend?"

An African-American student who has the same hobbies as Fatty Liao gloated and joked with their unique black machine gun speed.

"roll"

Fatty Liao pointed his middle finger at his bad friend, and then said sternly: "I can't appreciate those big-assed black girls you collected."

"Hey David I won't let you insult my goddess"

Then two old people with different skin colors had a debate about their respective beauty standards.

But soon, Fatty Liao was killed by the black brother's words: "What's the use of talking so much? Your collection has been confiscated anyway."

Only then did he remember his original purpose, hugged Kraft's waist again and began to cry miserably.

Kraft was really impatient with Fatty Liao and said to him: "The brain-breaking artifact and the mechanism lock are definitely gone, but I have some new ideas recently. After the equipment I ordered is available in a few days, we can Let’s start working on it, and when it’s ready, we’ll put the video online to see what the response is.”

"Then it's up to you, brother."

Fatty Liao slapped Kraft hard on the back, and Kraft rolled his eyes in return, not bothering to pay attention to him.

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

"Craft, do you have any new inventions?"

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

"Don't make it too expensive. The price of the toilet robot you invented last time was too high. I can't afford it at all."

"That thing wasn't sold to us in the first place, right? It was sold to customers of the Qiaoshou Channel. I heard there were quite a few people buying it."

“It’s great to have money”

"Yeah yeah"

Fantas Middle School where Kraft is located is not a prestigious school. Most of the students there are from ordinary family backgrounds. The rest are children of other ethnic groups like Kraft and Fatty Liao. Because the school director of this middle school Most of them are made up of Asians, so many Asians in New York are also willing to send their children to this school.

Although the United States shouts slogans such as human rights equality all day long, in fact it is all bullshit. Non-white people are treated differently in this country.

When he and Martin Lee escaped from the Maggia Gang, Kraft often encountered the ugly faces of those people, so after Martin Lee made money, he established the Feast homeless shelter to help the poor. Te had suggested not accepting white people, but unfortunately Martin rejected it.

It's a pity that I don't have the ability to make those magical props now, otherwise I would have to look good to the guys from Maggia's gang.

Recalling the tragic experience of that year, Kraft secretly gritted his teeth at the Maggia gang who were the culprits.