One week later.

Anyang collected dozens of teleportation columns.

The control pillar was also in his hands, and the natural enemy of the Lord was dead, and his head and fire were taken away by him. Once he left, it was unlikely that the Decepticon would teleport Cyborg to the orbit of the solar system again, and this conspiracy was completely defeated.

But this was not his intention, he just wanted to get more benefits for himself.

Sam's School.

A man with an Eastern Host walked smoothly without being blocked by the guard. His body was not thin, but he could not get hooked with the strong at first glance. He was very tall and gave people a sense of majesticity.

Even though Asians and Europeans have considerable appearance and visual aesthetic differences, the occasional high school students on this campus can still see from his calm posture and deep eyes that his age does not belong here.

"Hello, sir, is there anything you can do to help you?"

A girl with freckles and petite bodies stopped when she walked past him, blinked her clear blue eyes and asked gently.

"No need, thank you, I'll just walk around."

Anyang refused politely.

"Oh, that's a pity. I wanted to take you around the campus and have a candlelight dinner by the way, but... I might be able to ask for your phone number. If you need any help, I'll be very enthusiastic."

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving this city soon."

"This is really not good news."

The girl left disappointed.

Anyang nodded politely and continued walking forward, hearing a burst of laughter from behind.

"Hey, how about it, aren't you very confident in your charm? A girl with beautiful eyes!"

"Haha, stop laughing at her, Aini, I've said a long time ago that Orientals are the hardest to approach!"

...

Anyang smiled helplessly.

After staying here for so long, in addition to the openness of American women who have long experienced, these high school students who were in the period of youthful hormone restlessness. In this country that does not advocate repression, they generally look forward to madness and sex, and strive for things that high school students in China that are avoided by domestic high school students. Even friends will compare with each other on the topic of love and sex.

When walking on the street, it is probably similar to seeing blonde and blue-eyed foreigners on the streets of China.

A night worth bragging about!

Finally he stopped in front of the school's football field.

This is a rectangular grassland that is 100 meters long and 70 meters wide. There is a circle of spectators standing outside, mostly women, which makes the group of young men wearing thick protective clothing even harder and savagely bump into each other from time to time.

Anyang's eyes were fixed on the shortest and thinnest figure in the field.

Rugby has always been a power sport, and many people even call it a violent sport. It advocates collisions between the body while paying attention to offense and defense strategies. It fights strength, size and speed. It is common to trigger fights on the field, especially for the lack of regular games between students. This short figure is obviously at a disadvantage.

Anyang looked at it for a while and couldn't help but smile.

The players in the field were basically over 1.8 meters tall, as strong as a cow. Compared to that figure, it was simply not enough. Basically, they would be knocked to the ground by others every time they bumped into it. If it weren't for the heavy armor on their bodies, they would have been knocked apart long ago.

But he was not afraid at all, and soon got up and joined the competition.

Death shouts sounded from time to time outside the venue, and the girls screamed and cheered.

And every time the figure didn't knock it down, the cheers in the venue became even more intense.

This is really a sport full of violent art. Not only are the players on the field violent, but the onlookers also advocate violence.

Soon, there was an intermission.

Anyang was still standing on the sidelines, looking ahead lightly.

The short figure turned around and walked towards him. Suddenly stopped twenty meters ahead of him, raised the rugby, bent his body backwards and threw it out forcefully. The rugby drew an arc in the sky and flew towards him.

Bang!

Anyang stretched out his hand at will and caught the ball.

The ball containing a lot of power seemed as light as nothing in his eyes, and his hands didn't tremble, as if he was following a table tennis request, and his relaxed and freehand posture caused a burst of cheers around him.

The figure then came over, took off his helmet, revealing a sweaty face.

It's Sam.

An Yang chuckled, handed the ball to him, and said, "Why do you think of playing rugby and forget all your past experiences?"

Sam pursed his lips and said, "I'm just listening to you. Some things are braver. Frustrations and failures are all training. If you experience more, you will naturally grow. Look, I am now an official member of the football team."

Anyang pointed to the venue: "But you seem to have suffered a lot."

Sam shrugged and said indifferently: "What you see is already done. In the days when I first joined the team, I was often targeted until every day when I got home, my bones seemed to be about to fall apart, but it would be better slowly."

"So, have you learned how to deal with these things?"

Sam clapped the football in his hand hard and said, "Of course, when I came home, I saw your news, about aliens, and people from the FBI came to find me and ask about you. I felt like I had something amazing, so the first thing I did when I returned to school was to find Choi's dog legs and fight hard. Of course, I was beaten badly, but a few days later I fought with him. A week later, he hid when he saw me, hahaha."

"So, congratulations, you have completed your transformation."

"still?"

Sam was a little stunned by the word.

But a tall and strong boy, who was also wearing rugby armor, came over and shouted at him, interrupting his question.

"Hey, Sam, are you going to keep holding the ball?"

"Yes, oh, okay, take it!"

Sam turned around and threw the ball hard.

The boy took the ball, but looked at the two of them, and smiled and said, "Hey, Sam, is this your friend? Are you not going to introduce me to me? My name is Jesse, Jesse Jackson, and the same surname as Michael!"

Sam said calmly: "It's better not to do it anymore, I'm afraid that the FBI people will come to talk to you."

The boy laughed: "This joke is not funny at all. Well, he looks like an oriental person. Did he come to see you get beaten on the court? Well, he is a little taller than you, but he is as thin as you, oh, don't look at me with such eyes, I don't want you to fight me for two weeks in a row, I mean, ah... does he play rugby too?"

Sam smiled helplessly: "Please, man, if he plays rugby, he can knock our entire team alone."

"Is he Bruce Lee? Why do I think I can knock him over even if I start three meters!"

Sam spread his hands and showed a boring expression to talk to him: "It's much better than Bruce Lee. You won't understand it when you haven't seen him fight against an alien robot one-on-one."

"Sam, your level of humor is really improving every day."

The boy also felt very bored, so he greeted Anyang again, and left with the ball in his arms.

Anyang smiled, but saw a girl not far away.

The girl was wearing a tight body shirt with a navel exposed and hot pants, showing her hot figure, and her wheat-colored skin was even more sexy. But she also had a sweet and seductive face, which attracted many men to whistle as soon as she appeared.

But she took a bottle of water and walked straight towards Anyang.

The original heroine, Mecala.

But her purpose is naturally not Anyang, but Sam, who had just come down from the court and was sweating profusely.

However, the next second, she saw Anyang next to Sam and immediately opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, my god!"

A trace of hesitation flashed in the brave girl's eyes. Instead of retreating, she walked up and looked at Anyang and Sam in shock.

"Sam, how could you be with him?"

"I don't know, I saw him here after I finished playing the ball."

"Oh, do you want to be invited to talk to the FBI again? And he is very dangerous, you better stay away from him!"

"Mekara, don't you understand? The FBI has no choice but to do anything to him, and the government can't do anything to him, so he stands here and chats with us so swagger. You don't need the government or you don't have to be afraid of him."

Mekara ignored him, but turned her head, looked at Anyang deeply, took a breath, and plucked up the courage to ask, "So, sir, what is your purpose for coming here?"

An Yang said lightly: "Come and say goodbye to Sam, I'm leaving."

"leave?"

"Yes, leave this world."

Mekara thought about it and handed the water to Sam, and then stopped saying: "Okay, you guys say goodbye, I'm leaving."

Anyang looked at her leaving back and raised an eyebrow at Sam: "How did you stay with her? I remember she likes the tight sense of strength of a muscular man, and a good car, you don't seem to meet this condition."

Sam unscrewed the lid and sucked his mouth hard, saying, "That's the past, you know, because of yours, Choi Eun went through the transfer procedures after three weeks of hospitalization. So, I listened to you, be braver, and pursued her, and then she was successfully moved by the charm of me!"

"Choeon transferred? Well, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, your focus is wrong, and...sorry? Sorry? Don't pretend. I saw it in your eyes. You don't care whether a student transfers because of you!"

"Is that so? Haha, congratulations, I've been hugging the beauty."

“This feels good.”

Anyang smiled, was silent, and said, "Okay, I'm glad to see you have a good life, and I should leave too."

"I'll drive you and listen to your affairs with the FBI in the car. You may not know that since my dad bought a used car for $4,000 and became an alien and joined the special force, in order to compensate me for my losses, the US government compensated me for a brand new sports car, and I happened to take you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Anyang.

"No, I can leave myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick layer of silver-white metal armor began to spread across him until it wrapped around his whole body and turned him into an armored figure before stopping. The next second, the armor suddenly opened its thruster and soared into the sky.

"So quickly!"

The armor adjusts its body shape in the air and draws a graceful arc.

The boys and girls on the campus below were in an uproar, and they opened their eyes wide and turned their heads to look at the sky with his tracks.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the sky.

Sam held his forehead with his hands, stared at the sky blankly, muttering: "Damn, Mekara is right, the FBI is going to talk to me again..."

...

Anyang landed at the Bird's Nest Force Base, which had just been destroyed by natural enemies, and said goodbye to the Autobots one by one, especially the Iron, Ambulance and Optimus Prime, and then put the motorcycle into its carry-on space and left the world directly.
Chapter completed!