The next day, Mike boarded a taxi again.

Although he lived just one block away from the No.1 High School in New York City, he still could not be bothered to walk.

After all, the fare was no longer an unbearable figure.

Mike felt it was time to buy a car, but he had not taken his driver's license test yet, and it would take some time to get it. It was a hassle.

After entering the school gate, many people turned their eyes to him.

The reason was very simple. It was because of Mike's clothes.

Even ordinary students could tell at a glance that Mike was wearing branded clothes, and many of them were limited edition.

After all, they were all single-item clothes that cost more than 10,000 federation coins. How could they be ordinary?

They all started to guess which family this young master was from.

After all, the original Mike was really too inconspicuous.

Other than his classmates, practically no one knew him.

However, when Mike walked into the classroom, the atmosphere was completely different.

"Oh my god, isn't this Mike? You... you won the lottery?"

One of his classmates was the first to cry out in surprise.

Mike only smiled slightly and did not say anything.

At this time, his good friend, Little Fat Tom, took the initiative to stand up and show off.

"You guys still don't know, right? My brother Mike is now a great expert.

"Do you know, he..."

Saying this, he glanced at Mike.

After all, this was not his own matter but Mike's matter. It had to be approved by Mike before he could share it.

However, Mike shook his head, obviously not wanting him to continue.

Little Fat Tom held back for a while, and finally made a conclusion.

"In short, he's rich now. Everyone, face the reality."

Although many students were very curious, they did not dare to casually inquire about it.

After all, as long as it was related to Second World, it could be considered to be everyone's biggest secret.

It was inappropriate to ask about it.

However, everyone could see that Mike was no longer the same Mike as before.

Soon, Mike sat down in his seat and began to chat with Tom.

The atmosphere in the classroom returned to its original state.

"Good brother, what level are you now?" Mike took the initiative to ask.

Tom waved his hand and said,

"Don't mention it. I'm only level 25 now. It's quite hard for me to level up every day, but I reckon that your level should be much higher than mine."

Mike smiled slightly and nodded,

"Not much. Just a little higher."

When Mike logged off yesterday, he was level 33. If this was said by anyone else, they would definitely be perceived as showing off.

After all, it had only been three days, and a gap of two levels was already a huge deal. Level 33 was way higher than level 25, how could it be just a little higher?

However, for Mike, it was different. He was an old player who had played for 30 years. In his opinion, the gap of this level was indeed just a little higher.

In the later stages, the difference in levels was nothing. It mainly depended on how powerful one's skills were and how good one's equipment was.

The two of them chatted casually for a while before another group of people walked into the classroom.

It was Blair and his underlings.

As soon as they entered the classroom, one of the underlings deliberately said loudly,

"Boss Blair, these new clothes of yours must have cost a lot of money."

Blair waved his hand happily and said modestly on purpose,

"Not much money. This set is only 5,000 federation coins."

Many students looked at Blair with envy.

After all, spending 5,000 federation coins to buy a set of clothes was not something that many families could afford.

In fact, even Blair himself had begged his parents for a long time before his parents agreed to pay for it.

After all, Blair had previously activated his A-grade talent, and today was his first day back to school, so it was a reward for him.

Normally, Blair's parents would not spend so much money on clothes for him.

Hence, Blair was in high spirits now.

However, he discovered something was wrong.

Although the students looked at him with envy, it was just some.

It was completely different from the scene he had imagined where all the students gathered around him and chirped non-stop.

Everyone's reaction seemed to be a little too calm.

Blair had some doubts in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a few students who kept looking at the last row.

Moreover, they seemed to be faintly comparing them to him.

Blair frowned slightly and followed their gaze to the last row.

The next moment, he was stunned.

Was that... Mike?

Was it really Mike? How could it be?

Why did he seem different today?

Blair rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again.

This time, he saw it.

Mike seemed to have changed into a new set of clothes.

Furthermore... every one of them seemed to be very expensive.

The corners of Blair's eyes twitched twice, and he forced a smile,

"Yo, isn't this Mike? You actually changed into a new set of clothes?

"I remember that you wore your last set of clothes for three years without losing it. Did you find money today?"

Although Mike heard Blair's words, he did not look at him at all. He was still chatting with Tom.

Obviously, he did not put Blair in his eyes at all.

This kind of behavior would obviously infuriate Blair.

After all, Blair was the one who activated his A-grade talent.

He would be a big shot in the future!

'Do you know how precious an A-grade talent is?

'I'm afraid that only one in 10,000 people can activate an A-grade talent!

'Shouldn't Mike be more polite to me and even come over to lick my shoes?

'What right did he have to be so arrogant?'

Blair walked over with a face full of anger.

The other underlings also followed immediately.

He came to Mike's table and slammed down heavily,

"Mike, are you tired of living? How dare you ignore me?"

Mike turned his head slightly and looked at Blair. He asked calmly,

"It's you. What's the matter?"

This time, before Blair could say anything, his underling took the initiative to speak,

"Didn't you see what Boss Blair is wearing today? This set of clothes is worth 5,000 federation coins!"

Hearing this, Mike finally could not help but laugh.

He asked again,

"So?"

This time, the underling was speechless.

Yes, so?

The suit was very expensive, so?

It was worth 5,000 federation coins, so?

The underlings were at a loss for words.

However, they just thought that Mike should be surprised.

At this time, he looked at the suit Mike was wearing and finally thought of what to say.

"Huh? What do you mean by that? How much is the suit you're wearing?"

In his imagination, Mike should be feeling ashamed and embarrassed now.

However, Mike said casually,

"It's not expensive."

Hearing this, the few of them were ready to mock him.

However, Mike's next sentence made them swallow their words.

"It's just 10,000 federation coins."