Golden Wavy Hair

Russell disliked the Mug Town Private High School; the atmosphere made it difficult for him to fit in, and he subconsciously rejected school life.

Although the classmates didn't say anything on the surface, their eyes would inadvertently reveal an arrogant sense of superiority.

Yes, Russell was discriminated against because of his skin color.

The universal values and human rights of the America are just a facade. Under the mask of hypocrisy, racial discrimination is everywhere. Externally, they engage in economic colonization, financial plunder, cultural infiltration, and military threats. Internally, they fawn over corporations and emphasize the priority protection of white interests.

Even at the Mug Town Private High School, this phenomenon was common. The students knew that Russell was rich, but money couldn't change his skin color. They considered themselves to be born superior to Russell.

"I'm just an Asian, but if I were in a car accident, fire, school shooting, hurricane, flood, earthquake, volcanic eruption, or alien invasion of Earth, the police would prioritize saving me!"

In reality, many people yearn for the free life in Western countries, unaware that even children there discriminate against you. A common saying among students is, "I'm in a bad mood, I want to find a Chinese guy to beat up and vent my anger."

That's just how things are, so don't brag about how great the America; the moon there isn't really that bright.

As the Lamborghini drove into the campus, Russell arrived at the parking lot and once again received countless flirtatious glances, but he remained unmoved. This was because these girls were attracted to his money, not him.

It was just past the break time, and the students were rushing to their classrooms. Many of them saw Russell, including Jennifer's best friend, Nidi.

"Russell, are you alone? Didn't Jennifer go to school with you?" Nidi was holding several textbooks, which fit her image as a studious girl with glasses.

"Yes, it's just me. Jennifer is probably still sleeping."

"Sleep!?" Nidi's expression was slightly strange.

"Yes, she was exhausted."

"Class is about to start, aren't you afraid of being late if you stay here? It would be bad if Chap saw you like this. I'm so outstanding, he might misunderstand!"

Nidi: "..."

This was clearly a way of telling her to leave, but Nidi understood and didn't leave. She pointed to the path next to her and said, "Russell, I have something to tell you privately. It's very important."

Russell's eyes flashed, and he looked Nidi up and down a few times. "Where to?"

"The grove of trees, there's no one there."

"This... isn't a good idea...?"

"Then let's use the indoor basketball court; there's no one there at this time."

Russell nodded. "Sure, I've been wanting to play ball."

Nidi led Russell through the campus. Perhaps because they had missed class on time, she walked very fast, almost running, until they reached the indoor basketball court.

The indoor basketball court was empty, and the floor was polished to a shine. Nidi opened the door, peeked inside first, and then pushed the door open and led Russell inside.

Russell walked to the basketball cart, took out a basketball and dribbled it a couple of times. He had a Skill Card called "Iron Blood Jump Shot" that he hadn't been able to use yet.

Click!

The sound of the door being locked from the inside made Russell turn around and see Nidi opening her arms and hugging him tightly, even tiptoeing slightly to give him a sweet kiss.

Although it was the face of a Hollywood actress, Russell didn't kiss her. He pushed Nidi away and said righteously, "Nidi, you must have misunderstood something. Although I'm very rich, I'm not a playboy. You're Jennifer's best friend, her childhood confidante. She trusts you so much, how could you betray her?"

Nidi, looking at you with an air of approval, praised, "You're the one overthinking it. I did this to test Jennifer. If you dare to kiss me, I'll tell Jennifer what you did."

Nice! But you overestimated Jennifer's integrity. Let alone a kiss, Jennifer would pretend nothing happened.

"So, you brought me all this way just to do a pointless test?"

Nidi raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. The test is just the first step. If you pass, I will give you a reward."

Russell became interested and asked with a smile, "What reward? Can I inspect the goods?"

"Certainly!"

As Nidi spoke, she took Russell's hands and placed them on her waist, then put her arm around his shoulders again and tiptoed closer to him.

Russell turned his head slightly, dodging the advances offered by Nidi once again, and gave her a meaningful look.

"Don't worry, this isn't a test, it's just a kiss, Jennifer won't know," Nidi said softly to Russell, her eyes glazed over, as if speaking to a lover.

"What about Chap? Did you consider his feelings when you put the hat on him?"

"Don't mention that idiot, he has no sense of romance at all. I prefer a bad boy like you..." Nidi's eyes became even more hazy, her blue pupils half-open and half-closed, her palms touching Russell's chest as she reached towards his inner garment.

Russell suddenly laughed, grabbed Nidi's wrist and squeezed it hard. "Sorry, I can't give you this."

"You bastard, let go! You're hurting me..."

Nidi screamed for help, when suddenly a dark gun barrel was pressed against her. She looked terrified and helpless, and her screams stopped abruptly.

Bang!

Russell pulled the trigger, and the blue bullet pierced Nidi's forehead, exiting from the back of her head and blowing her entire skull away.

The limp corpse fell to the ground. Russell silently stepped back two paces and looked at the body on the ground, saying, "Pamela Worhurs, your acting skills are far inferior to your witchcraft. Stop pretending. I know you're not dead."

Nidi's body slowly rose to her feet, the bullet hole in her forehead shrinking and closing. In just three seconds, she had completed a resurrection.

"Pamela Worhurst... It's been a long time since I've heard anyone call me that, little Wizard. How did you know?" Nidi asked curiously. She was genuinely curious, as Russell's level of expertise couldn't possibly have seen through her disguise.

Russell explained in a slow, deliberate manner. "There's nothing surprising about it. I've already cleared six of the eight coordinates of the Magic Circle. Of the remaining two, Devil's Waterfall represents the ultimate evil, which is the devil himself. So the school can only be the beginning of everything, meaning the one who summoned the devil."

Nidi, no, the Witch Pamela nodded in agreement. "You have my Magic Book, so it's normal for you to deduce these things. As for your identity, I don't think I've given anything away."

"It's not without flaws, you were too hasty, too eager to take the Magic Book." Russell pushed up his non-existent glasses. "There's only one truth, you are the Witch Pamela Worchs, and I can't think of anyone else who would be interested in the Magic Book."

"With such far-fetched reasoning, aren't you afraid of shooting the wrong person?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'm not wrong." Russell was full of confidence. Could it be that the system had prompted him to encounter a plot character and even provided his name?

[Bite!]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Pamela Voorhees, triggering Lottery Draw and granting two chances to draw prizes. Would you like to draw now?]

The system is a bit of a pain, but it can still come in handy sometimes!

"Little Wizard, overconfidence is not a good thing, especially when facing your seniors." Pamela chuckled, her body enveloped in black mist, which dissipated to reveal her true form.

Contrary to Russell's imagined image of a wrinkled, hunched old woman, she was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed beauty with a nine-headed figure, alluring red lips, and elegant, captivating eyes. Even the loose black robe could not conceal her enchanting figure.

Looking at the long, wavy blonde hair in front of him, Russell was immediately dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "If you had this look, anyone who doesn't kiss you is a coward."

Also, is Jason really your son?

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