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Chapter 8: Traveling Through Time Again
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The Griffin household.
"Oh, my little fatty, eat slowly. If you're not full, I'll get you more."
Seeing Chris devouring his food, Lois was ecstatic.
No homemaker would be unhappy seeing their child wolf down the meal they had carefully prepared.
After all, it showed that their food was appreciated, and their hard work had not been in vain.
However, for Stewie, the situation was different.
"Oh, look, Chris, that b**ch just won't let you go! She just wants to raise you like a pig, then have that layabout Peter roast and eat you. Just like she imprisoned me before, she's a demon with twisted desires!"
Chris ignored Stewie's enticing cries and continued to devour his steak.
He remembered Stewie's character, a genius infant who had self-awareness even at the embryonic stage.
He considered Lois's ten months of pregnancy a form of imprisonment, and thus held a grudge against her, even wanting to kill her.
However, Chris knew this was just the twisted mentality of a little baby severely lacking love, and it would disappear once the genius infant could speak normally.
So Chris simply ignored Stewie's inexplicable words.
His most important task now was to lose weight.
As for the rest? It wasn't important at all.
It had been two and a half weeks since he started working out at the gym, and during this time, the results of his training had become more and more evident.
His maximum bench press had reached 400 kilograms, his weight had dropped to 100 kilograms, and his physique was beginning to look like that of a robust man.
If it weren't for his signature blonde hair and butt-shaped chin, no one would probably associate him with the Chris of the past.
If Chris didn't know that this world possessed supernatural powers, and that he himself was exceptionally gifted, he would have suspected something was wrong with him.
After all, his training results were just too powerful!
However, the unknown event Stewie had mentioned hadn't happened, which made Chris suspect Stewie was lying to him.
However, considering the "genius infant's" reputation, and that his current countermeasures were all part of his plan, he didn't intend to change anything.
After finishing another steak, Chris slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for school.
Although there was no school today, he was going to the free gym to work out, so he still had to go to school.
Watching Chris leave in a hurry, Stewie gritted his teeth, tore at a small piece of meat on his plate, and cursed Chris for his bad luck.
That guy didn't pay any attention to me!
However, Stewie quickly forgot about it and started sucking on the meat patty.
"Oh, this gravy is so delicious! Why didn't Lois make this sooner!"
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Chris was waiting at the bus stop for the bus to school.
Normally, Peter or Lois would drive Chris to school, but today Peter was going fishing with the Clam F4, and Meg wasn't going to school either, so Chris had to take the bus himself.
After a short while, a bus pulled up in front of Chris.
The driver glanced at Chris, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked nonchalantly, "You don't have school today, do you? What event are you attending?"
Chris, who was about to sit down, froze. He hadn't expected American bus drivers to be so talkative and willing to chat with strangers.
The bus driver glanced at Chris's confused expression in the rearview mirror, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Heh, if it weren't for the fact that there's no one around, do you think I'd want to chat with a kid? Seriously, with so few passengers today, I still have half a day's route to go!"
Chris glanced at the empty bus and realized what was happening. He replied nonchalantly, "It's a holiday! They're probably all at home enjoying the air conditioning!"
"What about you, kid?" Seeing Chris respond, the bus driver took a deep drag on his cigarette, held it in his lungs for a moment, and then exhaled as he spoke.
Chris was surprised by the driver's lung capacity, but he still gave a perfunctory answer, "Going to the school gym! It has central air conditioning, and it's free."
The driver finished his cigarette, threw it out the window, and then said sarcastically, "Ha, looks like Mayor West finally spent money in the right place. D*mn, why doesn't he install air conditioning in our staff break room?"
Chris wasn't surprised that the bus driver knew his school was West High, because only his school's gym had central air conditioning.
This incident had caused widespread concern in Quahog, and many citizens had taken to the streets to protest.
However, the mayor ignored it and insisted on implementing the policy.
Chris could only say, good job!
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enjoy all this.
When asked about the bus driver's complaint, Chris replied dismissively, "Really? I'll contact my classmates to give the mayor some suggestions, but I can't guarantee he'll adopt them."
But this time, the bus driver said nothing, but lit another cigarette.
The two didn't talk again until Chris arrived at the school. Only when Chris got off the bus did the bus driver say to him, "Hey, kid! Thanks for the kind thought, you can ride for free next time!"
Chris was surprised that this person was so naive. Just as he was about to turn around to see what the driver looked like, he found that the bus door hadn't closed, and the bus had already driven off.
Watching the bus drive away, Chris felt as if he had been trusted by a stranger.
Of course, it was also possible that the other person, like you, was just talking casually.
But none of that mattered.
In any case, he did plan to write a letter to the mayor with some suggestions, though not about installing air conditioning in the bus drivers' break station. However, it wouldn't hurt to add it later.
He was 15 now, but he wasn't even a student council representative. How could this be allowed?
The old Chris was one thing, but as a time traveler, he wouldn't continue to live such a mediocre life.
Even if I can't be like Phineas and Ferb and become a student council member at a young age, I should at least become the student council president.
That's what it means to be among the powerful, isn't it?
Thinking back on what he had seen and heard during this time, and contemplating the path he should take in the future, Chris wandered towards the gym.
He had a naturally strong physique, came from a highly skilled family, and his grandfather was a billionaire.
Chris believed it wasn't impossible for him to run for president in the future. After all, who doesn't have blonde hair!
That old blondie can shout "Make America Great Again," and so can our young blondie!
We'll see what it's like for a president to invest in stocks!
Chris was full of vision for his future, but suddenly, the scene before his eyes changed dramatically.
In an instant, the originally bright and peaceful campus scene turned into a silent and eerie wasteland.
"Where the hell did I end up? Is this still America?"