America: Starting with the Last Liberty

As evening fell, a blue Dodge Viper was parked in front of Caltech.

The Dodge Viper isn't really a luxury car, after all, its original price was only $9, making it more of a budget sports car.

This is nothing special compared to what you'd find at a prestigious university like Caltech.

The key point is that the Asian youth leaning against the Dodge Viper was incredibly handsome, with a face as striking as a movie star, which attracted a lot of attention.

This is why Caltech has a relatively large gender imbalance among its students.

If it were UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles) or USC, this Asian youth would have been surrounded by girls long ago.

Even so, quite a few girls still mustered up the courage to ask Asian youths for their contact information, but all of them were politely refused.

Well, on the one hand, this Asian youth is "self-disciplined," and on the other hand, the quality of female students at Caltech is somewhat worrying.

The latter reason is probably more significant.

After waiting for a while, a beautiful black-haired girl came out of Caltech, looked around, and immediately smiled brightly when she saw the Asian youth. She then ran towards him and hugged him.

Seeing this scene broke the hearts of many male students at Caltech.

"No! Blake actually has a boyfriend!"

A young man with an unusually thinning haircut looked utterly devastated.

"Sheldon, so you also have a crush on Blake? How come I didn't know that?"

The boy next to this guy is a short guy wearing glasses.

"Shut up, Leonard! There's a lot you don't know! The important thing is, I'm really heartbroken right now!"

The shorter boy looked at his friend with some resentment.

"I don't believe you! I'm sure I know everything about you!"

"So you know what I did with the Wonder Woman picture book?"

"A generous gift! The one I lent you? Damn it! No wonder the pages were stuck together when you returned it! Fuck, that's my favorite picture book, you have to buy me a new one!"

"Don't be like that, Leonard! It was just a small mistake made by a physics student trying to study biology!"

Despite saying that, the other students who overheard the two boys' conversation quickly moved away from them.

I feel like if I keep listening, my ears will get dirty.

On the other side, Blake hugged Rosen for a long time, as if he wanted to express all the longing he had felt over the past few days through the hug.

He took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with his lover's scent, before he finally spoke.

"Rosen, have you been waiting for me long?"

"It hasn't been long, only half an hour."

From Rosen's perspective, a girl who only makes you wait for half an hour is already very punctual.

However, Blake felt very bad and quickly offered an explanation.

"Sorry, a professor needed to speak with me this afternoon, so I was a little delayed!"

"It's okay! Blake, are you going to hold me until dark?"

Blake reluctantly let go of Rosen; Rosen's scent was simply too wonderful for her, and once she hugged him, she couldn't bear to let go.

"What activities do we have planned for tonight?"

"Of course..."

Just as Rosen was about to tell him about his dating plans, a clueless guy came up to chat him up.

"Hey bro, wanna grab something to liven things up?"

His sleazy appearance was just like those people who used to sell CDs on the streets of Dongda University.

Rosen noticed that there were quite a few people like this at the entrance of Caltech, and their accents were also quite distinctive.

However, since Rosen's native language is not English, he couldn't tell where the accent came from.

"We don't need it!"

With that, Rosen pulled Blake into the Dodge Viper, started the car, and drove away.

"Blake, are there many people like this near your school?"

"I don't think they were here last year, but suddenly a lot of them have appeared this year. They're all guys with Irish accents. A lot of my classmates have bought their medicine."

An Irish accent, and drugs...

Rosen immediately made a judgment in his mind.

"Blake, you probably didn't buy it, did you?"

"Of course not! If I bought that kind of thing, my dad would break my legs!"

"Ha! I think it's more likely your dad broke the leg of the drug dealer who sold you the medicine and threatened all the drug dealers in the city not to sell you any more. Hey, you damn drug dealers, stay away from my daughter, or I'll smash your heads in!"

Rosen's vivid imitation of Ray Gaines's way of speaking immediately made Blake burst into laughter.

"Haha! My dad might actually say that!"

As he was joking, Rosen suddenly felt a chill, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

I looked around somewhat inexplicably, but there didn't seem to be anything special.

Or is it just my imagination?

Rosen didn't notice that a car was parked far behind him. He hadn't received any counter-tracking training, so it was normal that he didn't notice.

The two chatted and laughed as they arrived at a seafood restaurant on Santa Monica Beach called Bubba Gum Shrimp Company.

It's a rather strange name, but apparently the location is difficult to determine.

Santa Monica is a popular tourist destination in Los Angeles County, with a large number of restaurants and amusement facilities, so after consulting with Swifar, Rosen was recommended to come here.

It was also through Sweefar that Lawson was able to book a table at Bubagan Shrimp Company that day.

However, when she learned that Rosen was taking his girlfriend on a date, Svefa didn't say anything, but you could tell she was a little jealous.

"Do you two have a reservation?"

"My name is Rosen."

"Mr. Rosen, please come with me."

Guided by the waiter, Rosen and Blake sat down at a window seat.

"Rosen, I remember this restaurant is really hard to book. My dad tried a lot of trouble to get a reservation before, but he couldn't. How did you manage to book it?"

"Oh, I happen to know a friend who has a friend who works here and got a table through insider channels."

"Oh, I see!"

Rosen handed the menu to Blake.

"Blake, order whatever you want to eat."

As a result, Blake only ordered some cheaper dishes, which left Rosen somewhat helpless.

"Blake, I may not be a millionaire, but I'm not so poor that I can't afford a dinner. Don't try to save money for me."

"Who said I was saving you money? I'm saving myself money! Aren't we splitting the bill?"

Rosen looked at Blake in surprise. You would never hear such a thing at Tokyo University.

"How about this, I'll order yours, and you order mine, and we'll order for each other, okay?"

"Is that so? Then I'll definitely order more!"