Ammon's Grand Adventure (29)

In the spacious, brightly lit bedroom, Ultraman posters covered the walls. The desk was piled with all sorts of Ultraman-themed merchandise and toys. A boy with a black eye around his right socket sat at the desk, slipped the last piece of homework into his backpack, then stood up and looked at the wall clock with some emotion.

"How many times had this been? Six or seven?" The corners of Ammon's lips curled up slightly. He had been in this world for seven years and had already run away six times. Although he had been caught and brought back before leaving the country every single time, he had never given up on escaping.

It was not that his current life was particularly unbearable. It was simply an act of defiance.

Something like, The more you want me to live this way, the less I can let you have your way.

It was a little childish, but Ammon had come to terms with it. Right now, wasn't he just a child?

"Those despicable adults actually tampered with my phone! If I hadn't seen the girl in front of me scrolling through Weibo, I still wouldn't have noticed!" The thought made Ammon grit his teeth in anger. Now he finally understood why he had so conveniently been caught at the border during his previous escapes.

So he had been under their surveillance all along!

"But this time is different! I've seen through your tricks! Once this kind of childish game is exposed, it's nothing special!"

Ammon silently encouraged himself and went over his entire escape route once more.

His previous escapes had all taken place around summer vacation, which had already left those police officers with a fixed impression. As long as he moved earlier this time, they should be caught off