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"Are these people okay?"

Cindy shook her head, not knowing what they meant.

At this time, a student walked past her and said: "Congratulations, Cindy, you are the first freshman to enter the top ten and reach the first place in the history of Gouda."

Cindy was stunned for a moment: "What the top ten, what the first."

"Rankings, haven't you looked at your phone?" The student reminded her with a smile, "You will know just by looking at the school's Twitter today."

Only then did Cindy remember that she had turned off her phone. She walked aside, took out her phone and turned it on again.

After turning on the phone, message notifications sounded like crazy, and Cindy's followers on Twitter were increasing rapidly.

She had to log on to Twitter first and set her account to be unfollowable, so that there wouldn't be a devastating notification sound.

After there was no prompt message, Cindy found Goda's Twitter. After following it, she discovered that Goda had posted a message yesterday.

The college has updated the school's student rankings.

Among them, Jordan ranked fifth.

Luke, who originally ranked number one, is no longer on the list, and now she, Cindy, is number one!

"what the hell."

Cindy frowned. She was not someone who liked to be in the limelight, and her experience in the Sage Grove taught her that in this world, only those who are low-key can have the last laugh.

She took out a hat from her backpack, put it on her head, raised the collar, and walked along the wall.

As a result, there were indeed fewer people chatting with him.

At the same time, students spontaneously sent flowers, photos and candles at the entrance of the Lamplighter Academy for Fighting Crime.

In memory of Professor Brinke.

Wearing a blue and white tracksuit, Jordan arrived as a woman and pulled out a photo.

Brink was a very important person to her.

The professor didn't care about her gender.

Brink's death hit her hard.

She knelt down and wanted to put the photo among the flowers.

This photo shows Brinker and himself as a man, who was a teenager at the time.

But seeing so many students around her mourning Brinker, Jordan hesitated. She was worried that the photo would bring unnecessary trouble to herself.

Competition in Godali is very fierce, especially for the top ten students.

Everyone here will try their best to pull you down from the cloud, because only in this way can they climb up and replace you.

As a result of yesterday's events, Jordan's ranking rose to fifth place.

This ranking is not that high, but it is definitely not low.

At the very least, the people below her would be jealous.

Jordan didn't want to be pulled down, so after thinking about it, she put the photo in her pocket.

Just as she was about to leave, blond Kate came over.

"I am very depressed."

Kate looked at Jordan and said, "I know how important Professor Brinker is to you, but I don't know why Luke did that."

Jordan glanced at her silently, then passed her away. ,

The main building of the college.

Someone yelled as Cindy walked in.

"Look, it's Cindy, the 'Queen of Psychokinesis'!"

Suddenly, people around him gathered around and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Cindy pulled her hat lower, thinking only of blowing all these students' heads off.

At this time, a man using crutches blocked her way.

"Good morning, Miss Cindy."

"My name is Jeff, the director of social media at Columbia University."

"You are really a dragon that never sees its end. It's very hard for me to find you."

"Sorry, I'm on crutches and I tripped at the Paley Television Festival."

"this is for you."

He pulled out a card and handed it to Cindy.

"When you come back to the room, you'll see all kinds of smart products, as well as Watt music speakers."

"But among them, my favorite is the personal massager. You can use it however you want."

Cindy said coldly: "Sorry, I don't need these things, you can take them back."

"Don't say that, you are number one now."

“Rankings are determined based on longevity, skills, brand awareness, and social media mentions,” Jeff explains.

"You're so popular on Twitter, they call you the 'Queen of Telepathy.'"

"You took out Luke, I mean, you gave him a headshot, which was pretty awesome."

Cindy shook her head and said, "I don't think so."

"Very well, a humble superhero, which the public will be happy to see."

Jeff seemed to get the wrong idea: "Everyone likes humble people."

"You should be the most humble person in the world."

"We're going to be late. Do you have any nice clothes?"

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.

Jeff waved: "Follow me, you have an interview."

"Interview?"

"No, I don't like this kind of thing." Cindy put the card that Jeff just handed to her into Jeff's pocket, then turned around and left.

"etc."

“Hey, it’ll give you visibility.”

"Now that your reputation is rising, we need to seize the opportunity."

"Come back."

Jeff yelled, but Cindy turned a deaf ear and was already walking out of the building.

He shook his head and said: "You don't have a very good personality, this young lady."

Jeff took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After a moment, the call was connected.

"Principal Antilla, this is Jeff."

"Something happened and our Miss Cindy is unwilling to participate in the interview."

"Well, I can't stop her."

"OK."

In a room with pale lights, Antila Shetty, the headmistress of Gouda University, was not in her spacious and bright office, but in this room that seemed to be a laboratory.

At this time, the screen in front of her was playing a video of Cindy using telekinesis to make the golden boy Luke's head explode in the Lamplighter Academy building.

The video stopped, and a bearded man pointed at the screen and said: "Principal, your student has good potential. If I can use her for experiments, I should be able to speed up the progress and develop a virus that is useful for superhumans."

Antilla put the phone in her pocket and said, "I'm afraid that won't work, Dr. Cardoza."

"This young lady is being watched by a big shot and will bring significant revenue generation to our school."

"I can't hand this money tree to you."

"Besides, if you're a research subject, don't you already have one?"

The man known as Cardoza touched his beard and said, "You mean Sam?"

"Well, he seems to have more potential than Golden Boy."

"However, his condition is very unstable and he ran away some time ago."

"To me, he is a time bomb. We should get rid of him before he causes any harm."

Antila patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are no longer a child. You should know how rare experimental subjects like Sam are, so don't say such willful words."

"Do your job, Dr. Cardoza."

"Besides, our time is very tight, I hope you can hurry up."

After patting the doctor on the shoulder, Antilla left the laboratory.

"Don't I know that time is tight? I also want to finish this damn project quickly."

"But that Sam, that's not a human, that's a monster."

The doctor complained, then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Greg, do a puncture on the kid. I need to use his spinal fluid, yes, the same as before."

After working until late at night, Cardoza moved his stiff neck and prepared to go home.

Then his cell phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, who's there?" Cardoza asked casually.

A deep voice sounded on the phone: "Dr. Cardoza, I wonder if you still remember me, I am Alexander."

"We met once at a seminar."

Cardoza couldn't remember who Alexander was, but he still said: "I remember, hello, Mr. Alexander."

"It's so late, what can you do?"

Alexander said: "During the last seminar, I heard that you were interested in super children. You think they are more valuable for research than adults."

Cardoza thought for a moment and said, "That's what I said."

"I have a video here, maybe you will be interested, if you allow me, I will send it to you now." Alexander said.

Cardoza shrugged his shoulders: "Of course."

Moments later, he received a video.

Cardoza played the video, which showed a boy in a tuxedo with his face covered, appearing to play a game of hide-and-seek.

He walked from the garden to the street, crossed the street, and finally entered a house.

Cardoza patiently watched the video while drinking coffee brought by his assistant.

In the video, several children quickly emerged from the house. They closed the door and put a chain through the doorknob.

Then there was the sound of barking and banging on the door, and the boy who had just been locked in the house shouted for someone to open the door.

"A prank video?"

Cardoza frowned, wondering why the guy named Alexander showed him such a boring video.

But not long after, two red beams of light suddenly burst out of the room, and then swept across the room, and the room was torn apart.

Cardoza's mouth fell open.

I even forgot to drink coffee and focused on watching the video.

Smoke billowed from the screen, and a figure could be seen vaguely among the ruins of the house.

The boy in the tuxedo looks toward the camera, his eyes flashing red.

Then he rose into the sky and flew into the distance.

The video ends here.

Cardoza immediately stood up and dialed the same number.

"Hey, Mr. Alexander, this video doesn't have any special effects, right?"

Alexander said solemnly: "Of course not, Dr. Cardoza, I won't fool you with that kind of thing."

"Very well, who is that boy and what is his name?" Cardoza asked excitedly.

There was silence on the phone for a moment, and then Alexander said: "That's it, Dr. Cardoza."

"I recently lost my job and I'm in debt."

"To put it simply, I am short of money."

Cardoza calmed down and asked, "How much do you want?"

"One million." Alexander said, "If you don't need it, I can sell it to other superpower research institutions."

"No, wait."

"I can't decide such a large amount myself. I need to ask my boss."

"I'll contact you later."

Cardoza quickly sent the video to Antilla and explained Alexander's request.

Moments later, he received a message.

‘Give him one hundred thousand, and if he doesn’t agree, I will find him and talk to him in person. ’

Cardoza called Alexander's number again: "Sir, unfortunately, our boss thinks this news is only worth a hundred thousand."

"What?" Alexander was obviously angry, "It was suddenly reduced by 90%. I can't accept it."

"Mr. Alexander, I hope you can accept it."

"Otherwise, our boss will take some more extreme measures."

"You don't want to see those things," Cardoza advised.

The phone was quiet for a moment, and then Alexander compromised: "Well, if I hadn't been injured recently, I wouldn't be afraid of your boss, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand."

Next, Cardoza received detailed information.

Looking at the information on his phone, Cardoza murmured: "He is actually a student of the Super Children Academy."

On the screen, the message from Alexander read, ‘Ryan, a fourth-year student at Super Children’s Academy.

Cardoza immediately relayed the news to Antilla.

In the warmly lit bedroom, Antila looked at the information on the screen of her mobile phone.

"A student at the Super Children's Academy?"

She walked to the computer and logged into the Super Children Academy archives with her own permissions.

As the president of Gouda, she has the highest authority.

Soon, detailed information about 'Ryan' appeared before her eyes.

"The father is David Jayne, and the hero's name is 'Black Nightmare'?"

Antilla investigated the 'Black Nightmare' again, and it turned out that he was just a community hero.

And the community under its jurisdiction is not in New York City, but in a small city.

This shows that this is a third-rate hero with little popularity and average abilities.

"A hero with average abilities, but his son has such powerful abilities. It's really a treasure."

Antilla muttered.

Superheroes are all made from Chemical No. 5, so even if the father is a third-rate hero, the son may awaken powerful superpowers.

"If you're just a third-rate hero, you don't have to worry about anything."

"But this kid has very powerful abilities, laser eyes, super strength, flying, and possibly 'super defense'."

"If you want to capture him, you need to put some effort into it."

"And you can't do it in the academy, and you have to find a scapegoat."

Antila was spinning around in the bedroom, a plan gradually taking shape in her mind. While she was busy deliberating the plan, she ignored one thing.

Lane's enrollment period.

If Antilla had paid any attention, she would have discovered that Ryan was admitted to school at the same time as Cindy.

But she didn't.

All she could think about now was how to catch Ryan, a super child. Cardoza patted his chest and assured her that if Ryan could be studied, the project could be completed ahead of schedule.

Clearly, that project was important to Antilla.

No one knows that Antilla hates metahumans deeply, and she is willing to do anything as long as she can destroy them!