Griffin Family.
"Oh, my little furball, eat slower. If it's not enough, I'll get you more."
Louise watched Chris wolf down his food, her heart filled with joy.
No housewife would be unhappy seeing her children heartily devour the food she worked hard to prepare.
After all, it meant her food was appreciated, and her efforts weren't in vain.
However, to Dumpling, it was a different matter entirely.
"Oh, oh, oh, see, Chris, this bitch won't let you go! She just wants to fatten you up like a pig, then let that good-for-nothing Peter roast you and eat you. Just like how she once imprisoned me, she's a demon with perverted desires!"
Chris paid no attention to Dumpling's tempting words, simply gnawing on his steak.
He remembered Dumpling's backstory: this genius infant had gained self-awareness while still an embryo.
She considered Louise's ten-month pregnancy as her imprisonment, which is why she always harbored hostility towards Louise, even wanting to kill her.
However, Chris knew this was just Dumpling's twisted mentality born from an extreme lack of love, and it would disappear once the genius infant could speak normally.
So, Chris simply ignored Dumpling's inexplicable remarks.
His most pressing matter now was still to lose his excess fat.
As for anything else? That was completely unimportant.
It had been two and a half weeks since he started working out at the gym, and during this time, his training results were becoming increasingly prominent.
His maximum bench press weight reached 400 kilograms, his body weight dropped to 100 kilograms, and his physique was already showing the prototype of a fit man.
If it weren't for his distinctive blonde hair and cleft chin, no one would likely connect him to the former Chris.
If Chris didn't know that this world possessed supernatural powers and that he himself was a gifted individual, he would have suspected something was wrong with him.
After all, his training results were simply too powerful!
But in contrast, the unknown events Dumpling spoke of had yet to occur, which made Chris somewhat suspicious that Dumpling might be fooling him.
However, considering the genius infant's credibility, and that his current responses were all part of his plan, he had no intention of changing anything.
After finishing another steak, Chris grabbed his backpack and hurried off to school.
Although school was out today, he was going to use the free gym for his workout, so he still had to go to school.
Watching Chris's hasty departure, Dumpling gnawed at a small piece of steak on her plate, gritting her teeth and fiercely cursing Chris to have terrible luck.
Who told that guy to ignore her!
But only for a moment, Dumpling forgot about it and started sucking on the steak.
"Oh, this delicious gravy! Why didn't Louise make such good food sooner!"
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At the bus stop on the way to school, Chris was waiting for the bus.
Usually, Peter or Louise would drive him to school, but today Peter was going fishing with the round clam f4, and Megan wasn't going to school, so Chris planned to take the bus alone.
After a short wait, a bus pulled up in front of Chris.
The bus driver looked at Chris, pursed his lips, exhaled a puff of smoke, and casually asked, "You don't have school today, do you? Are you going to some event?"
Chris, who was about to sit down, was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected America's bus drivers to be so open, able to chat with strangers.
The bus driver saw Chris's confusion in the rearview mirror, exhaled another puff of smoke, and said, "Heh, if there weren't anyone else, do you think I'd want to chat with a kid? Damn, why are there so few people on the bus today? I still have to drive for half a day!"
Turning to look at the empty bus, Chris understood somewhat, then perfunctorily replied, "It's a holiday! Maybe everyone's at home enjoying the air conditioning!"
"What about you, kid?" Seeing Chris respond, the bus driver took a deep drag from his cigarette, held it in his lungs for a moment, and exhaled it with his words.
Marveling at the driver's lung capacity, Chris continued to reply perfunctorily, "Using the school gym, of course! They have central air conditioning, and it's free."
The driver finished the last puff of his cigarette, then casually tossed it out the window, and then said mockingly, "Ha, it seems Mayor West finally spent money in the right place. Damn it, why doesn't he install air conditioning in our staff break rooms?"
Chris wasn't surprised that the bus driver knew his school was West High School, as only his school's gym had central air conditioning.
This matter had caused a huge stir in Round Clam City, with many people protesting in the streets.
However, the Mayor West ignored them and stubbornly implemented the policy.
To this, Chris could only say, "Well done!"
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
As for the bus driver's complaints, Chris still replied perfunctorily, "Really? I'll contact my classmates to suggest it to the Mayor West, but I can't guarantee he'll adopt it."
Only this time, the bus driver said nothing more, instead lighting another cigarette.
From then until Chris arrived at school, the two didn't exchange another word. It wasn't until Chris got off the bus that the bus driver said to him, "Hey, kid! Thanks for the thought, your next ride is free!"
Chris was surprised by how naive this person was. Just as he was about to turn back to see what the driver looked like, he saw that the bus had already sped away without even closing its doors.
Watching the bus drive off, Chris felt as if he had been trusted by a stranger.
Of course, it was also possible that the other person, like himself, was just saying things casually.
But it didn't matter.
Anyway, he was indeed planning to write a letter to the Mayor West with suggestions, though not specifically about installing air conditioning in the bus driver's break room, but adding it wouldn't hurt.
He was already 15 years old, yet not even a student union president. How could that be?
The old Chris was one thing, but as a Transmigrator, he wasn't going to continue living so aimlessly.
Not to mention becoming a councilman at a young age like Phineas and Ferb, but at least he should aim for the position of student union president.
That would be stepping into the ranks of power, wouldn't it?
Thinking about what he had seen and heard during this time, and pondering the path he should take in the future, Chris strolled towards the gym.
With a gifted physique, plus his family members who each possessed unique skills, and a billionaire grandfather.
Chris felt that running for President in the future wasn't out of the question; after all, who wasn't a blonde!
That old blonde could shout MAGA, and this young blonde could shout it too!
Then he'd also try to see what it felt like for a President to play the stock market!
His heart filled with fantasies about his future, Chris suddenly felt the scene before his eyes change dramatically.
In an instant, the bright, peaceful campus scenery transformed into a quiet, eerie wilderness.
"Where the hell did this take me? Is this still America?"
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