The Goddess Shines on America

In other words, Alice has not forgotten why she came to school today.

Not class.

"Mr. Malal, here is my graduation application."

In the principal's office of Johnson Middle School, the slightly bald principal took the document from Alice, but just glanced at it in a programmed manner.

"Actually, Alice, I can already guess your future achievements."

Mr. Malal looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, and said with emotion: "It is possible to write the column of social activities like you, the whole country, no, few middle school students in the world can do it. Maybe those children from good backgrounds, such as The daughters of the chairman of major consortiums and large companies will nominally own the shares of their parents' companies, but you have achieved these achievements by yourself."

Without him, except that all the exams she caught up with were full marks, Alice wrote her entrepreneurial experience in the most important personal qualities and social activities. Don't say that Johnson is just an ordinary public high school. Even if Harvard recruits students like Alice, if they can submit such an application for early graduation, no one will refuse.

After all, it's not the same as Gates' dropping out of school, isn't it?

Harvard said that it will keep Gates' student status, isn't it also waiting for the world's richest man to be free, and then give it money?

"Agree to graduate, Alice."

After easily writing his name on the application form submitted, Mr. Malal said with a smile: "Then what are your plans for the future? It won't be that you don't even plan to finish the compulsory education, and just continue with the eighth grade graduation certificate." Do you want to develop your business?"

Everyone laughed, Alice shook her head and said, "Of course not, so I have a second thing to do."

As she spoke, she handed two more blank papers to the principal.

"Eton College broke its centuries-old precedent last year and began to enroll girls for the first time. The registration work for Sissy and I has already started, but here we still need you, the principal, to write a letter of recommendation."

"Oh, Eton!"

Malar suddenly took the blank paper: "And it's you and Sissy Lawrence? Are you really planning to go to that school!?"

Few people in the American educational circles do not understand the concept of Eton College. It can be said that a large proportion of the British upper class came from there. And as an American, if you go to study there, you will directly establish a very solid network of contacts there, providing a strong impetus for the development of your career.

"Actually, I can more or less guess."

After realizing this, Malal laughed and said, "Our school is just an ordinary public school, and the strength of the students is limited. In fact, when Eaton issued this statement last year, almost private noble schools all over the world were boiling. The parents are really overwhelmed. However, I believe you can get in."

As he said that, he put away the two papers in a very solemn gesture: "I will also write a recommendation letter to Lawrence, but that child... usually has good academic performance, and the possibility of getting into the exam is very high. "

"Don't worry, I believe Sissy's hard work will bear fruit."

After Rushi talked a lot of nonsense with the principal, Alice achieved her goal. When she walked out of the principal's office, she looked at the time, and now it was just the beginning of the first class, whether it was Sissy, or Maiya and Ashley who were attending Lincoln High School, the next thing would be with them It doesn't matter at all.

At the gate of Johnson Middle School, a black Chevrolet car had already parked there, and the security guards in the guard room gave a lot of stares.

Because, the brown-skinned man in the car was wearing a neat black suit, even if he was sitting steadily in the driver's seat, he was really suspicious.

Time, just five past nine o'clock.

An Asian girl with black hair loosely draped behind her head, tall and outstanding, did not carry a schoolbag when she entered the school, and she was even more relaxed when she left the school. Who could it be?

"Yo, Alice, have you successfully graduated?"

Alice looked up at the guard post: "Yes, Jack, I am now a glorious eighth grade graduate, and after September this year, I will be a high school student who will save the world at any time."

Jack lay down in front of the sentry window and laughed, "Then I wish you success in saving the world. Are you paying tribute to Spider-Man?"

"No, no, I'm paying tribute to the whole of Japan!"

With that said, Alice made an exaggerated gesture towards Jack, and walked out of the gate.

Then she snapped the passenger door of the car open.

"Eh? What's going on!?"

Jack was a little overwhelmed. Is that car waiting for Alice?

Through the light-transmitting glass, he could see clearly, Alice said something to the dark-skinned driver, then the driver nodded, and then...

"Ah, yes, Alice turned out to be a big shot."

After being stunned for a while, Jack suddenly realized that he patted the table. He also bought a copy of the Los Angeles Times this morning.

Then, it's time to envy: "It's really cool, although I don't know what Alice is going to do soon, but it's really cool..."

It's a pity that no matter how cool it is, it's someone else's business, and Jack will continue to be his high school gatekeeper...

"You're late, Alice."

At the same time, the dark-skinned driver in the Chevrolet sedan just passed an intersection said: "The plane will take off in 90 minutes, if it is slower, we will miss the flight."

Alice sat lazily on the co-pilot: "But I need to get the principal to approve the documents. It doesn't matter if your matter is sooner or later. I am still waiting to send materials to Eton College. You are late." Can you afford it?"

The driver glanced at her and said nothing.

But the meaning conveyed by the eyes is obvious: What the hell are you kidding me?

The meaning was conveyed very clearly, so Alice rolled her eyes: "Okay, you have no sense of humor, there are so many people in the Secret Service, why did Bush Sr. send you to pick me up?"

"Correction, Alice, the Secret Service is responsible for protecting the President, and Vice President Bush has no authority to call us."

The driver said in a serious tone: "One more correction, the person who sent me to pick you up was not Vice President Bush, but President Reagan."

"Hi~ hi, wah gah da wah~"

After saying a Japanese pronunciation that was widely circulated, Alice groaned: "By the way, buddy, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Does my name matter?"

"Isn't it important?"

"Is it important?"

"Isn't it important?"

"...Then if I was abducted by you, when I call Reagan to tell Reagan, I must be able to report my name?"

At this time, the Chevrolet sedan had already driven onto the highway leading to Los Angeles International Airport, surrounded by noisy vehicles.

The driver looked around: "Don't worry, I have no chance to abduct you. After arriving in Washington, there will be colleagues from the Secret Service responsible for further..."

"Brother, if a man is so inked, he won't be able to find his wife~"

"My name is Mahal, Mahal-Odes."

"Well, you will definitely get married this year."

Alice is certainly not important enough to qualify for a private jet. The Boeing 737 international flight will cross the entire east and west coasts and send hundreds of passengers to Washington, DC at one time. A huge plane, a spacious first-class cabin, a beautiful middle-school girl and a serious-looking black man sitting face to face, separated by a cheap table that economy class passengers crave.

Alice: "..."

Mahal: "..."

Alice: "........."

Mahal: "........."

Alice: "Please, buddy, it's been twenty minutes since we took off, and I've been staring at you for twenty minutes, can you change your expression, please?"

Mahal: "Please stop staring at me, please?"

Alice: "If you change your expression, won't I stop staring at you?"

Mahal: "You keep staring at me, how can I change my expression?"

Alice finally knew that she was absolutely at odds with this Secret Service bodyguard whom she had only known for two hours.

She began to close her eyes and take a nap.

Time passed slowly, and hours seemed but a blink to those who were asleep. The flight took several hours, and not long after the passengers had lunch, it was time to land.

At the bustling exit gate, Alice followed in the footsteps of Secret Service agent Mahal, walking on the bright floor tiles of Washington International Airport.

"You know? This is actually my first time in Washington."

"While I've been to New York many times, it's really the first time I've been to Washington."

"Nasdaq... oh, why is it such a coincidence? In fact, I was surprised when I found the order..."

Alice kept talking to herself along the way, and when she walked out of the airport gate, she saw another man in a black suit standing there shining brightly.

"Alice-Wang?"

The man turned to Alice and said, "Please follow me to the car."

Muttering "there are so many rules", Alice obediently followed the two special agents to the distance of the airport.

Washington, D.C. is a tree-lined city, and the L-shaped airport building encloses a lot of parking lots. The three of them turned left and right like this, and after a while, they came to a parked Lincoln car. .

When the back door was opened, Alice got in unceremoniously.

"Wow, it's so comfortable inside."

As soon as she sat on the chair, Alice touched the soft cushion curiously: "You know? Actually, I have been in a Lincoln car, and my neighbor Sissy's dad has one, but his is not an extended car, and it is also Absolutely not as comfortable as this!"

"Although the government has always advocated frugality, it is still possible to equip the president with a high-end car."

In the front row of the back cabin, a middle-aged man with a determined face laughed loudly: "After all, this is Army One who saved me!"