America 1982

"Dong dong dong" Tommy Hawke gently knocked on the door of the office that formerly belonged to teacher Ronnie Williams with his fingers.

Ottilia Farrell's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Tommy unscrewed the door and walked into the office. The layout of the office had changed with the change of owner. The signed posters, photos and baseball team peripherals that Mr. Williams liked before had disappeared, replaced by some that looked extremely high-end. decorations, and the wealthy daughter of a prestigious school, Miss Ottilia Farrell, was wearing a small Chanel suit, holding a small watering can with LV in her hand, and was carefully and attentively spraying Several pots of green plants placed on the desk ensure that every leaf is nourished.

"Miss Farrell, uh... the school office called my residence and said you wanted to see me?" Tommy Hawke stood at the door and asked tentatively.

He was reviewing his homework at home and preparing for his high school graduation thesis, but the school called him and asked him to come, saying that teacher Ottilia Farrell wanted to have a chat with him after learning about his situation.

"Tommy, please sit down and be casual, just like how you got along with Mr. Williams before." Otilia turned her head, gave Tommy Hawke an friendly smile, and said.

Tommy sat down near the door: "What can I do? Miss Farrell?"

Otilia Farrell finished watering the green plants, then looked at Tommy Hawke, and said with a sincere expression: "After getting to know Lincoln High School these days, first of all, I want to solemnly apologize to you, Tommy - Mr. Hawke, I think the question I asked rashly when we first met..."

Seeing the sinful expression on the other party's face, Tommy Hawke knew what the woman wanted to say, so he decisively said: "Miss Farrell, your next apology may be understandable to me, but I I don’t recommend you communicate in the same way with other people if you don’t want to get a nickname starting with a B in this high school.”

This was obviously a habitual expression of pity from white people in big cities. After this period of understanding, she understood the difference between Lincoln High School and Andover Phillips High School where she attended, and then she realized what she said that day. How embarrassing, and then a strong feeling of guilt immediately surged inside.

But this Miss Farrell obviously didn't know that what she said that day was not actually hurtful, because she knew nothing at the time, and it is at this time that this kind of pity and guilt will really hurt people, or in other words, the person being apologized to, He won't pay attention to her apology and guilt, but will only sensitively catch the guy opposite's sense of superiority.

Of course, this is not her fault, but a common problem among so-called upper-class elite Americans. When they realize that their words have hurt people below them in the social class, this so-called gentleman's behavior will appear. He is indeed Apologizing will cause the second harm to the person being apologized to, which is far more serious than the first time.

In his last life, he had witnessed this kind of situation among his American classmates in business school. When those guys discovered their mistakes, they would immediately seek forgiveness from the other party, but their tone was obviously very sincere and their expressions were sincere, but the other party I just don't want to forgive him, I just want to punch him in the face and call him S*nOfBi*th.

Farrell was a little surprised when Tommy Hawke interrupted his apology. After all, he was a teacher, and it was very rude for a student to interrupt him. But looking at Tommy Hawke's expression, it was obvious that he The apology was very, very bad.

"Did I do something wrong?" Farrell asked in confusion: "I just want to apologize to you for what I said that day."

Tommy Hawke glanced at his cheap watch helplessly: "Miss Farrell, you just need to remember, don't apologize because of your ignorance. Ignorance does not require apology, what is needed is reflection, so... Is there anything else? I still have a lot of problems to solve, and the AP exam is imminent. If you like to communicate with students, you can change to another student, such as Dennis Herbers. As far as I know, he has been asking around for your contact recently. Way."

"Am I very annoying? Classmate Tommy Hawke? I saw the helpless look in your eyes when you looked at me. It seems that talking to me is a kind of torture for you." Farrell saw Tommy Hawke. Ke asked with a helpless expression, a little annoyed and funny.

Although she felt that she might not be a real teacher, but a school administrator, at least her appearance and sincere attitude towards people would not make a student look helpless.

"No, you are very beautiful and attractive. You are the type that many boys like, including me, but my love for grades now surpasses yours. I just want to use my precious time to study and then take the exam. It’s a pretty good university, get out of this place.”

"This is why I contacted you on the phone. As your college admissions instructor, I learned that you are preparing for your high school graduation thesis. However, I found that the library of our school has not been updated in four years, and the relevant reference books are in other private schools. The high school has been updated iteratively. I mean, the books at Lincoln High School seem to be updated too slowly compared to private high schools, so I want to say to you, I'm sorry about what happened last time, and then Andover Phillips High School. ...But...it seems that I messed up this meeting again." At the end of her words, Otilia Farrell took a depressed breath and stood up slowly: "I'm sorry, I hope Next..."

After hearing what the female teacher in front of him called out about his purpose, Tommy Hawke stood up from his seat with undisguised longing in his eyes, but Ottilia Farrell spoke in a very serious tone. : "No, Miss Farrell, you are a great instructor, better than Mr. Williams. At least Mr. Williams will not think of giving students some help outside of campus."

"Really? Wow~" Farrell looked at Tommy Hawke, a little surprised at his reaction.

The boy opposite him went from being helpless when facing him to being completely focused in almost an instant.

Tommy Hawke nodded vigorously: "Yes, I do need some reference books that are missing from this school, but if I sell them myself, they are too expensive. If you have a borrowing card from another school library, can you borrow them for me? Some relevant books, I would be very grateful.”

The woman in front of her came from Andover Phillips Private High School. Although that school was 170 kilometers away from Warwick, if she was willing to get a library card for herself, Tommy Hawke wouldn't mind gaining knowledge in order to do so. And drove a hundred and seventy kilometers.

"No need. I just said that I hope these reference books will allow you to see my efforts as your instructor. I will try my best to do this job well and get along with you as equals." Ottilia Fa Riel walked to a storage box in the corner of the office, bent down to open the lid, turned to Tommy Hawke and said, "I followed the standards of Andover Phillips High School and bought some academic books published by well-known university professors. reference book."

"Given to me? Are all these books given to me?" This was the first time Tommy Hawk showed an expression called greed on his face after traveling through time for more than two months.

Because in the past two months, he has known how difficult it is for the poor at the bottom of the United States to obtain knowledge.

"No, you just have the right to use them in the near future. After you graduate and go to college, you have to leave them in the school library." Seeing Tommy Hawke's reaction, Ottilia Farrell knew what she had to do Not bad.

"Of course, of course!" Tommy Hawke promised again and again. He squatted forward in disbelief and gently touched the brand-new books in the storage box that had not yet been unpacked. You know, the American books The price of books is astonishingly high, especially academic rather than entertainment books. The price is even more expensive. One book can easily cost more than ten dollars. This box of twenty or thirty academic treatises, which does not seem to be much, is likely to cost more than ten dollars. It cost Otilia one month's salary.

The black leader Martin Luther King once said that since the founding of the United States, regardless of variables such as economic expansion, why it is difficult for black people and poor people to obtain knowledge because the price of knowledge is too expensive and has always been kept in a book by the government. The value of books is equivalent to seven pounds of beef. This is why the vast majority of poor people cannot have both food and knowledge.

"So, are you sure you won't be unhappy about what happened that day?" Farrell asked with a smile, looking at Tommy Hawke who was caressing those book covers like a greedy dragon coveting treasure.

"Unpleasant? Miss Farrell, you are now as famous as the Holy Mother in my mind. If the Holy Mother does not accuse me of blasphemy, I may paste your photo on her statue and worship it day and night." Tommy Ho Ke straightened up and looked at the beautiful teacher in front of him: "This is me..."

"Tommy! That bastard Hugh Spade was tacitly cooperated with Aunt Melonie in the police station, like a holy knight, slaying that damn dragon!" Dennis Herbs poked his head out of the office , roared in a low voice with uncontrollable excitement.

Otilia frowned slightly, looked at Dennis Herbers cutely and reminded: "Classmate, you seem to have forgotten that you should say hello to the teacher first."

"Miss Farrell, hello, Tommy! Hugh..." Dennis Herbs lifted the hair tie on his head, and after preparing to add a greeting to the teacher, he continued to repeat what he just said, Tommy Hawke Turning around: "Don't remind me again, I won't default on your debt, Dennis, they are yours, you can take them away at any time."

"Goodbye, Tommy." The bad friend immediately retracted his head after receiving Tommy's reply.

Tommy Hawke turned to look at Ottilia Farrell, bowed deeply and said: "Today, I gained knowledge and wealth at the same time. This is the happiest day for me in two months. Thank you, Miss Farrell."

But soon, Dennis Herbers poked his head out of the door again: "To confirm again, Tommy, as agreed, the thirty-seven beautiful female posters of "Penthouse" magazine you accumulated now belong to me, right? "

Tommy Hawke lowered his head in despair: "Yes, Dennis."

"Yeah." Dennis shook his arm and disappeared completely out the door as footsteps sounded in the distance.

"I'm glad to know that your previous knowledge and wealth came from Penthouse magazine, Tommy." After hearing the conversation between the two boys, Otilia shrugged and joked.

Suddenly there are two more alliance leaders. I am very frightened. Thank you Nanshan Ljungberg, thank you Fourth Sister, thank you both for your strong support.

According to the rules of the starting point, the leader of the alliance will add more updates. Today and tomorrow, we will try to provide three more updates, and present the additional updates from the two leaders of the alliance.

Normally two chapters will be updated at 12 o'clock and 6 o'clock, but the update may have to be late at night. I'm sorry for this, because there have been some changes at home recently, so I don't have time to code. Please forgive me.

Thank you also to all readers for your support and encouragement. Thank you.