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"Why?!" Unlike Robet, who was secretly cheering inside, Clark instantly frowned. He looked at Bob and questioned him in a deep voice. Bob did not know why, but when Clark spoke, he felt immense pressure—greater even than what he felt facing the school board and parent representatives!

"You know that this shooting incident has caused far too much of a stir. You could say the whole city is in an uproar, so it hasn't just affected our school. Other nearby schools have been affected as well..." Bob organized his words before speaking helplessly.

"So, it's unlikely that Robet can transfer to any of the other nearby high schools either, because they don't want to get dragged into this matter."

"Then forget it. Looks like I'm just not meant to continue going to school..." Robet was delighted inside, already planning what training he would do every day, but he put on a regretful expression as he spoke.

Robet: ╮(~▽~)╭

"Is there really no other way?" Clark shot Robet an annoyed glare, then seemed to think of something. Looking at Bob, he said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if the school is farther away. If Robet truly has nowhere to go to school, then I think we'll need to discuss this matter properly again..."

"This... farther away is fine too?" Bob hesitantly glanced at The Kent Family. Then, as if realizing something, he softly said, "I know some people at Midtown High School in Midtown, Missouri. I can help Robet handle the transfer procedures. You know, every state has its own circumstances. A shooting that happened in our state doesn't really have any impact on Missouri..."

"Missouri? Midtown? Isn't that far too far away for school..." Martha frowned slightly and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Then we'll have to trouble you, Principal. I've heard of Midtown High School. It's a pretty good school. If you can really transfer Robet there, then we'll let this matter go. That's good for both sides, isn't it?" However, Clark quickly agreed. He extended his hand toward Bob with a smile.

"Thank you for agreeing to this. I'll arrange it as soon as possible!" The weight in Bob's heart finally lifted. He reached out and warmly shook Clark's hand. "Don't worry. All of Robet's records will state that this was an entirely ordinary transfer. There won't be anything unusual at all! As for the fifty-thousand-dollar compensation, I'll have someone process it and transfer it to your account shortly..."

"Alright. Just call us when the time comes. After all, it seems like it wouldn't be very appropriate for us to show up at the school too often..." Clark nodded in satisfaction, speaking meaningfully.

"Thank you for being so understanding. This incident can finally be put behind us!" Bob was visibly pleased and courteous toward the considerate Clark, personally seeing The Kent Family out.

Thus, Robet's transfer to Midtown High School seemed to have been settled. But aside from Clark and Bob, no one else felt particularly happy about it.

Not to mention Robet. He had thought the situation had become serious enough that he would no longer have to attend school, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Robet: (ó﹏ò)

The Kents were also somewhat bewildered. They did not understand why Clark had agreed to let Robet attend school in Midtown, Missouri.

Technically, their home was not that far from Midtown, Missouri—about the same distance as their previous trip to Kansas City—but going somewhere that far away every day for school would take far too much time...

And The Kents would not feel comfortable letting Robet live on campus. After all, Robet not only ate far more than an ordinary person, but also had a tail that could not be seen by others. If he boarded at school, it would be difficult to hide the tail from roommates and the like...

"Clark, shouldn't we discuss Robet going to school in Midtown some more? This old pickup of ours can't go fast at all. The last time we went to Kansas City, it took the entire afternoon. Midtown is about the same distance from Kansas City—if we have to drive there every day..." Once they got back into the car, Martha looked at Clark in confusion and spoke softly.

"It's time you knew a few things, Mom, Dad. Drive somewhere without anyone around!" Clark sighed and glanced at the sullen Robet.

Drive. Head toward the edge of the city. Roll down all the windows...

Soon, the old pickup stopped in a wilderness with no people, not even any roads. The atmosphere in the car had been silent the entire way.

"This will do. There's no one around. Robet, stop playing dead. Go show Mom and Dad what you can do, and prove that you can get yourself to school in Missouri..." Clark glanced at Robet, who was still sprawled in the car.

"Why do I have to prove something like that?!" Robet complained speechlessly, but he still obediently got out of the car.

"Weren't you the one making a fuss about wanting to go on adventures and cultivate? Such a long journey can keep up your cultivation too, can't it?" Clark chose to use Robet's own words against him.

"Huh? That's true! I have to get up early and cultivate every day anyway. A trip that long isn't much different from cultivating out in the wild. I can even do weighted training on the road..." Robet's eyes lit up. He nodded in agreement, instantly becoming energized.

Going to school in Missouri meant a long journey. He could cultivate on the way there, quietly meditate by himself at school, cultivate again on the way home, and conveniently take care of breakfast and dinner during the trip. It actually seemed pretty good. At the very least, among the options involving going to school, it was already not bad!

"Then I'll start by showing off my speed!" In high spirits, Robet stretched his limbs, kicked off the ground, and launched forward in a tire-spinning burst. As he shot away, he made an incomprehensible noise.

"Da da da da da..."

Robet: --()

Although Robet was making strange noises while running, The Kents had to admit that his current speed had already surpassed the limits of their old pickup. Jonathan even felt that the top speed of a cheetah hunting—something he had seen when he was younger—might not have matched Robet's. Not to mention that Robet looked as though he could keep running forever...

"Alright, you run very well. Stop running, and stop shouting too. Aren't you afraid of drawing attention?" Seeing The Kents' expressions, Clark hurriedly shouted at Robet. For some reason, watching Robet's performance made Clark feel a little embarrassed, but Robet, after stopping, did not seem embarrassed in the slightest.

That was probably how it went—if you weren't embarrassed yourself, then everyone else would be embarrassed for you!

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