Chapter 214 School Starts!(1/2)
Chapter 214 School starts!
Author: wake up duck
Chapter 214 School starts!
Until returning to Wales on the 8th.
The one-week mysterious trip to Iceland ended happily.
Alan returned to Wales exhausted both physically and mentally.
Pain and happiness!
He always felt like something was wrong.
It's obviously my "bachelor party".
But why do I always feel that this girl Eleonora Giorgi is more excited than me?
Whose “bachelor party” is this?
Did I suffer a loss?
They are both Italians. With Monica, Allen feels very satisfied, but with Eleonora, although he also feels satisfied, Allen always feels that he is at a disadvantage.
The only advantage is that when playing with Eleonora, you can replenish energy at any time, which is more user-friendly!
On January 9, Allen got up early, at around eight o'clock.
Today is the first day of school, and he will take William and Harry, the three brothers, to school together.
It's hard to think about it. An eldest brother, an earl, took his two younger princes with him to go to school hundreds of miles away from home.
Isn't it very pitiful?
"When you get to school, call me if you need anything. Do you hear me? Don't hit the children randomly."
Alan sat on the far left, William sat on the far right, and Harry, who was sleeping with his eyes narrowed, was sandwiched between them.
"Cousin, didn't you say that in Wales, I can hit whoever I want?"
William raised his chin, and the naughty boy looked dissatisfied.
"Idiot! You won't hide from the teacher and beat them secretly? After beating them, cry first and go to the teacher to complain. Do you hear me? You have to pay attention to your image."
"Yeah! I know, Harry and I have both practiced!"
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Alan looked at Harry and saw that there was a red mark on his face. He must have been hit by William.
He reached out and poked Harry and said, "Wake up, we're almost at school. Do you remember what I told you?"
"remember!"
Harry answered subconsciously while half asleep.
Allen took them to school first, and then asked the driver to take him to school.
The car now is a very ordinary mass-produced Land Rover, a dark green first-generation Land Rover Discovery with five seats. There is not even a family crest on the car. Allen feels that this is already very low-key!
When he came to school this time, he found a few houses around the school, which he usually used for parking and bodyguards to take a break. There were people on duty at the elementary school and the university.
In addition, he also brought a small film crew over, planning to shoot some food movies or something when he is free, and then turn it into a documentary.
After hesitating for a long time, Allen finally chose the logistics major under the business school.
This major is of some use to him, whether he is managing a company in the future or recruiting people to work for him, it will be very convenient.
Others may go to college for fun, to learn knowledge, to fall in love, etc.
But Allen went to college mainly to poach people.
The overall strength of Cardiff University's Business School is still very strong, especially its logistics major, which is also ranked high in the industry. The school has even established a professional logistics research institute for this purpose.
A group of veteran experts and professors provide various latest theoretical research support.
There was no awkward opening ceremony, because it had already started a few days in advance. Allen could just come and join the class. He didn't even have a fixed class.
He only received some teaching materials, and Joel, the admissions director, gave him a course schedule and asked Allen to make his own arrangements and take whichever class he wanted to attend.
Wearing a mask, blue jeans, and a trendy jacket with a Union Jack pattern on his top, Allen carried a shoulder bag and walked to the public classroom according to the directions on the school map.
The classroom is quite large, but there are not many people. There are about thirty people sitting here and there. A middle-aged female teacher is sitting on the stage writing something with her head down.
"Hai brother!"
A thin white man with red curly hair and freckles on his face saw Allen carrying a shoulder bag, walked straight to him, and took the initiative to whisper hello to Allen.
"Huh"
It had been years since he had felt like this. He was greeted by others everywhere he went. Today, a peer of similar age greeted Alan in this way.
This made Alan feel very fresh.
"You sit inside, I like to sit on the side."
Allen threw his schoolbag on the table, raised his chin, and subconsciously directed the little curly to sit inside to make room for him.
Maybe it was because his aura was too strong. Listening to Allen's extremely hoarse and deep voice, Curly Curly bent over and stood up subconsciously, making way for Allen.
When Allen pressed the spring chair and leaned back on the seat, Little Curly looked at Allen and saw that Allen had sat down and was wearing a mask, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.
This thing.
It's okay to wear one if you have a cold, but in foreign countries, in fact, in public places, except for celebrities, it is considered very impolite for ordinary people to wear masks, which is a bit secretive.
But looking at Allen's side face and this blond hair, Curly Hair felt more and more familiar, especially the voice just now, thinking about where he had heard it before.
"Brother, who are you?"
Allen pulled down his mask suddenly, smiled at Curly Hair, and quickly pulled up his mask again.
"Oh!!! Fak."
Little Curly exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth.
"do you know me?"
"Uh huh huh!"
Allen nodded, looking at Curly's frightened face with satisfaction.
With this reaction, I can tell you are Welsh.
This kind of thing is like a wild dog meeting a lion in the wild.
He was born with bloodline suppression.
When people from other places see him, their first feeling may be surprise, and their second feeling may be curiosity.
But only for the Welsh, many ordinary people have heard the legend of his family for generations. When seeing him in reality, most of them first feel scared.
Even if Allen smiles at them, they are afraid.
This is the achievement of the Hill family over hundreds of years. As long as their family members stop here, they can intimidate most Welsh people without saying anything.
"Your Excellency, I, I, I, didn't expect it to be you."
Curly Curly completely lost the cheerfulness he had just now, and couldn't speak smoothly anymore.
Allen reached into his schoolbag and took out a small box and threw it directly into Little Curly's arms and said: "As the first classmate I met, this is a small gift for you."
"ah?"
Little Curly looked at the small box that was accurately thrown into his hand, and was a little confused.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. My name is George Clare, you can just call me George."
"Um"
Allen watched the teacher walk up to the podium and start teaching. Some students who were still lying down were attracted by the teacher's movements and raised their heads.
There was not a single black person in the whole class, but there were several Asian faces.
"George, are these Asians international students?"
"Yes, yes! Er, those two are from the island country, and that one is from the Philippines."
George quietly opened the small box, and inside was a metal badge, which was very delicate.
He recognized the pattern on it. It was the crest of the Hill family. It was slightly hefty when he turned it with his hand, and there were words engraved on the back - for Alan Hill's classmates.
It was a very interesting and honorable little gift. Before I could take a closer look, I heard Alan's question and quickly closed the box. George pointed at the three classmates with Asian faces to Ai in a very naughty way.
Lun introduced their origins one by one.
“Islanders and Filipinos?”
Allen blinked, the islanders are still forgivable, they are still very rich, but the Filipinos.
Cardiff University seems to be ranked in the dozens in the UK, but the tuition fee is not cheap, nearly 9,000 pounds a year!
This is not cheap even for many locals, let alone Filipinos?
To be continued...