Magic Pot Town Private High School!
This is the name of the school on the application form. It is a not-so-prestigious school with a decent teaching environment. However, the university admission rate is low, far behind other private middle schools.
To be fair, this is a bad school. Apart from low tuition and good hardware environment, it has no outstanding advantages.
It's hard to understand why such a bad school would get a private certificate, and it's also hard to understand why parents would send their children there.
Just because private sounds fancy, and the school’s fees are also very low?
Come on, with this college acceptance rate, it’s better to go to a public school. At least you can save tuition money!
Russell didn't delve into whether there was any ulterior secret behind this private school. Its existence was reasonable, and besides, it wasn't something he should worry about.
He was assigned the status of a transfer student because the world mission was definitely related to this school. What he should consider was determining where he was and how to trigger the world mission.
Being a transfer student saved Russell a lot of trouble. He didn't have to go to great lengths to disguise himself or use amnesia as an excuse. He could simply be himself. No one knew him anyway.
Russell searched the home and found no trace of anyone else living there. He lived alone without his parents.
According to the information in the address book, Russell quickly straightened out his identity in this world. He originally lived in a big city, his parents were businessmen, and his family had some spare money.
For some unknown reason, his parents threw him to this small town, Magic Pot Town, in his last year of high school, so that he could study hard for the exam.
The background is not important, what the parents look like, or whether they are worshiping God is not important. Understanding the general story and reporting to school as soon as possible is the most important thing.
Because he was late, according to the registration time, he should be sitting in the classroom in a daze now, instead of standing in front of the mirror and being woken up.
"This is not good. You will leave a bad impression on the teacher on the first day, and you will be focused on in the future..."
It was already 12 o'clock, and Russell was late all morning without doing anything. His character as an honest student was gone.
Neither is a top student. He is not here to study, and he does not have the ability.
Although I have always heard that college students in the United States are not as good at solving questions as primary school students in China, and high school students can only carry shoes, this only shows that the two countries have different priorities in education.
If you want to pretend to be a top student in the United States, it's very simple. First, use a hammer to hammer a nuclear reactor in your garage.
Academic masters are cool, but academic masters who have no practical skills are generally called nerds in the United States. They are unable to attract girls, and are often extorted of their pocket money. During class, they are dragged into the bathroom by energetic male classmates to have sex.
Therefore, it was impossible to become a master of academics, and even less to hope for a counterattack. Russell thought about it carefully and found that he had nothing but money on hand, and could only be a stupid rich second generation.
Putting the thousand dollars in the bedside table into his wallet, Russell took out the credit card with a limit of 1 million US dollars. When he came to the garage and saw the second-hand Chevrolet, he decisively used the 'item card: Lamborghini Aventador' .
Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4 Roadster!
The red paint is exciting, the lines are full of power and science fiction, and the polygonal design of the front face of the car is full of impact, like an angry bull, ferocious and violent.
In the United States, the official suggested retail price of this car is US$380,000. The price may vary slightly depending on the tax in each state.
"Tsk, tsk, I don't even have 500,000 US dollars, so the price is a bit low when driving... But forget it, the conditions are limited, I can only make do with it!" Russell put on his Terminator sunglasses and glanced at the bull logo on the steering wheel with disdain. It’s not a limited edition Bugatti Veyron, which would damage his face as a brainless rich second generation.
The roaring engine sounded, and Russell went straight to the school location on the map. He accelerated from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers in 2.9 seconds, and felt a strong push on his back, like a red whirlwind passing by.
There are top supercars in Mohu Town, and he has gained a lot of attention.
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The private high school in Mohu Town is built on the mountain. The mountain is not high, but the scenery is very beautiful. As a school that can only be attended by money, it covers a considerable area. The school has its own gymnasium and sports fields, indoor basketball courts, tennis courts, a baseball training ground on the roof, and an outdoor football field.
Perhaps for many students who have no talent in reading, relying on sports to add points is their only stepping stone to college.
"Russell... I thought you would report tomorrow because you remembered the wrong date."
Aibt, the head teacher, no, it should be a counselor or counselor Aibt, looked at Russell in front of him with a headache.
He was late on the first day of school and acted like, "I'm super rich." It was clear that he was a problem student who had difficulty communicating.
"To be honest, my first impression of you was very bad. Perhaps only the dean of students can communicate with you..."
"No, Abt, there is no need to find the dean of students. I believe we will get along very happily because I have many advantages." Russell interrupted Abt. Because he was standing in front of Abt, the latter Only his nostrils were visible.
Abbot shook his head and was about to say something when suddenly a picture of Franklin appeared in front of his eyes. He was stunned for a moment and realized that he had been bribed. His face turned red and his neck was thick with anger.
"Boy, are you insulting me?"
Russell smiled and took out another Franklin and slapped it on the table. Abt became even more angry. His personality was trampled on. Although there was no one else in the office, he still felt very humiliated.
"About, it's just a late arrival. Why don't you pay for this little thing?"
"What a joke! Take your money back, this is school, you will never get an A here!"
Russell still didn't say anything and added another three hundred dollars. Abt was so angry that he was shaking all over and couldn't say a word.
Russell shrugged and put all the thousand dollars on the table. This time, Abt did not speak. He stared directly at Russell and signaled that... more money was needed.
"Abut, greedy people will only lose more..."
Russell said, picked up a Franklin and put it back in his wallet, and then the second one. When he reached out for the third time, Abbot held him down.
Abbot first looked around with a guilty conscience, and then put away the 800 US dollars after making sure no one was there. He looked up and saw Russell's eyes that were half-smiling, and couldn't help but blush on his face.
Abt clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "My daughter is sick, she needs some special medicine..."
"It's not easy for you! But it doesn't matter. In the following days, I will often be late and leave early..." Russell pulled out his chair, sat down, and expressed arrogantly that he was rich.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it!"
Franklin is worthy of his reputation as a philosopher, diplomat, and politician, and his credibility is very reliable. Even if he keeps a straight face and does not say a word during the whole process, he can make two people who don't know each other reach an agreement in an instant.
Russell quickly reached an agreement with Abbot. From now on, he would be responsible for being late and Abbot would be responsible for being invisible.
After settling his worries, Russell was taken to the class by Abt. After a normal self-introduction, he was placed in the last row by the door.
It's not the penultimate row + window seat reserved for protagonists, but it doesn't matter. This position is convenient for sneaking out during class.
Russell glanced at the class. There were a total of twenty-one students including him, and none of them looked familiar. It was almost impossible to trigger the world mission here. He had to wander around the school more.
The students welcomed Russell's introduction, and then nothing more happened. Because of face blindness, yellow people are always subconsciously ignored except when studying.
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【Street Diary】
I told my book friends that I would become a god, but the rumors stopped among the wise!
