Because the competition time was around Christmas, they transferred schools?
Stop joking.
Midtown High School could be said to be one of the top ten high schools in the Federation. Ordinary people tried every means to transfer in; who would ever hear of someone transferring out?
Locke had spent quite a bit of effort to transfer to Midtown High back then.
If not for that, Locke would not have rushed to school immediately upon arriving in New York, fearing that being late would cause the school to dismiss him.
Also...
Locke looked at Gwen suspiciously: "Why did no one tell me?"
Gwen let out a slightly embarrassed laugh: "It was mentioned yesterday afternoon. As it turned out, when I went to see you, I forgot to say it. Are you unwilling to go? If you are unwilling, you can tell the lead teacher."
Although Gwen said this, her expression clearly showed she hoped Locke would go.
As for Locke.
Locke thought for a moment and shrugged: "I can go, why not? This kind of competition can give me extra credit for my future university applications."
If he placed, it would be even more credit.
And.
For this kind of competition, the system would certainly give a mission. Based on the rewards from the Junior Cowboy Competition in Texas, the base reward would likely start at 2000 points.
Locke smiled: "If it is Christmas, even better. Anyway, I am alone; wherever I spend it is the same."
Gwen said: "You could come to my house."
Locke looked up at Gwen.
Gwen coughed and said: "It probably won't take up the entire Christmas. It might just be the first few days of December. At that time, if you are free, you can come to my house. Every Christmas, my mother prepares a lot of rich food."
Locke nodded: "I will consider it. Thank you, Gwen!"
Gwen: "..."
In the afternoon.
After Locke attended the chemistry prep class with Gwen, he was informed of this matter by the teacher. Then, although he had the recommendation of the team captain Gwen, he was still given several problems to answer on the spot.
At a time like this, if he did not upgrade Chemistry (Grade 10), then what would be the point of having a system.
When Locke came out of the office carrying his backpack, Gwen, who was leaning against the nearby corridor wall, saw him and walked up, asking with concern: "How was it?"
Locke let out a sigh.
Gwen froze for a moment. Did he not pass? That shouldn't be, Locke's knowledge base clearly...
Locke looked at the expression on Gwen's face, laughed, and then said: "I passed."
Gwen was stunned, then quite beautifully gave Locke a roll of her eyes.
Locke laughed heartily in a great mood.
On the way driving home.
Locke hung up the phone call from the insurance agent and said to Gwen, who was focusing on driving: "Can you drop me off at the next intersection? My car has arrived."
Gwen blinked: "Did they pay out for you again?"
Locke's mouth twitched. "I am not an insurance fraudster. Why wouldn't they pay?"
Gwen had a smile in her eyes: "I suspect that if they had a chance to do it over, that insurance company would definitely not take your order."
Locke opened his mouth.
But...
The reality was likely exactly as Gwen said.
The insurance agent was at a nearby car dealership.
Paying for the car and taking delivery on the spot was so fast it was dazzling. Before Locke could even react, a brand new car key was in Locke's hand.
Locke looked at the insurance agent who seemed to walk with a breeze and asked the owner next to him out of curiosity.
He only found out after asking.
In a sense, this car was not paid for by the insurance company. It was because the manufacturer saw the news that happened in New York and consulted with the insurance company. They decided to pull the insurance company along to do promotion together.
The designated vehicle for New York Fast and Furious!
Good grief.
Locke listened to the owner's explanation and was awestruck. If this advertisement went out, wouldn't they lose everything? As it turned out, he was shallow again; today alone, this shop had already sold thirty Audi R8s.
I am too rural.
Locke grabbed the keys, got in the car, and left immediately.
In the evening.
Manhattan, Pearl Street.
In front of a hotel that looked somewhat triangular.
The hotel was called...
The Continental Hotel!
When the doorman standing in front of the Continental saw Locke getting out of a taxi wearing sunglasses and a neat, well-fitted suit, he froze for a moment.
Peerless!
The doorman gave a shiver and helped Locke push open the door.
Locke said thank you and walked into the Continental Hotel.
At a glance.
The hotel lobby was not deserted, but it certainly was not crowded.
At the front desk directly facing the door, Charon, the hotel manager standing there, looked up at the approaching Locke and raised an eyebrow.
After Locke walked closer, he greeted with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Peerless."
Locke took out a gold coin and pushed it over: "Have a drink!"
Charon nodded, serving with a smile, and then gave Locke a hand tag: "I wish you a pleasant time, Mr. Peerless."
Locke took the hand tag and walked toward the elevators.
When he was preparing to enter the elevator, coincidentally, someone came out of the elevator.
After Locke walked into the elevator, he happened to hear Charon say to that person: "Good evening, Mr. Wick."
"..."
Locke seemed to think of something: "The one just now was John Wick? The 'you killed my dog, I want your whole family to be buried with it' John Wick?"
Calculating the time, has he not retired yet?
Locke thought so in his heart.
*Ding!*
The elevator reached the floor and the door opened.
At a glance.
It was a hotel bar.
As a qualified assassin, Locke took in the surrounding environment and people at the first moment. Then, he located his target for this trip.
He took a seat.
Locke waved his hand, called for a waiter, and then said to a serious-looking man sitting opposite him: "Good evening, Dembe. Where is Red?"
Dembe glanced at the waiter who brought the bourbon. After the waiter left, he said: "Mr. Reddington is abroad. It is not convenient for him to return to the Federation."
Oh right.
Red was still the FBI's most wanted fugitive.
But...
Then why did he run to Texas back then?
Locke smiled, took out the piece of paper Red said he wanted from his coat, and handed it directly to Dembe. Then he invited: "Want a drink?"
Dembe looked at Locke, took out a phone, and dialed a number. After the Red Devil on the other end connected, he said a few words and handed the phone to Locke.
Locke took it: "Red, I thought I could buy you a drink. After all, I like bourbon now, and you told me back then that bourbon was not bad."
The Red Devil on the other end laughed heartily: "My dear friend, rum is also very good. You should try it more; you can't just drink bourbon."
Locke smiled.
After the pleasantries, the Red Devil said directly: "The reason for having Dembe come to pick up the goods this time actually has another reason."
Locke: "..."