Chapter 458 Extra Part 2 The roommates of each other
"Is it okay for me to be in the same dormitory with him?" The 17- or 8-year-old girl pointed at the person beside her, with no shyness on her face, as if she was talking about something that was just ordinary. "What, what?" The senior student in charge of registration thought he had heard it wrong.
"I'll be with him..."
Seeing the black pupils and slightly bent lips, He Ran felt an electric current rise from his tailbone. He hurriedly took a step forward to stop the other party from continuing to speak
"Sorry, this is just a joke between friends."
Then he quickly turned to the blonde girl and lowered his voice, "Vidian, this joke is not funny at all..."
"Ah? Don't you like it? I remember that there were often such scenes in the Japanese comics under your bed..." Facing He Ran, the girl exaggeratedly widened her eyes with long eyelashes, and covered her mouth with her small hands wearing silver-wire gloves.
The slender tail finger is hooked secretly. It is a secret code that only two people know - know the point of knowing each other, don't let me take the initiative to make the conditions.
He Ran held his forehead with one hand and spread his palms up helplessly - OK, you won.
Seeing the other party so cognitive, the girl's eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. Then she coughed lightly and returned to her previous cold appearance. "I'm not used to the slang English accent here. I mean, can I arrange a cleaner room for me?" The girl smiled sweetly at the staff in front of her.
The senior student seemed to see a Yuyin scent flower blooming in front of his eyes, so it took him half a minute to remember his duties
"Sorry, the arrangement of the room is..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a letter of introduction was placed on the table. The senior student glanced and found that there were several honorary directors of the school on it.
"Please wait." The senior student left his seat and ran back in a hurry, and a teacher rushed over.
The scene was a little confused for a while, but until the girl left surrounded by her, she did not go to see the so-called "upper class".
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At night, the freshman welcomed dance party arrived as promised.
The long oak table in the Gothic banquet hall is covered with dark green velvet, and the retro kerosene lamps sway in the brass candlestick.
The side of the long platform is filled with all kinds of cold spellings and desserts, but few students touch it - as we all know, the things on the table on the cold banquet are generally not delicious, and eating is never the focus of their attention.
The second and third graders wearing dresses have their own goals - the first graders who look fresh and delicious.
The freshmen who have just entered school have become the most sought after resources. As long as the appearance is not bad, there is always someone who is willing to dance with you and then have a drink. Those who are interested can even continue to communicate their lives privately.
The dance party is also a place to deliver messages. You can pick up a glass of champagne and join familiar circles at will. You can often hear rumors that you cannot access on weekdays.
But today everyone's topic is surprisingly unified, and it is concentrated on two people - the female country bumpkin from China and the blonde girl who seems to take no one seriously.
A small salon in the corner is taking place alone. "Let me introduce you to you that this is Miss Reiko Matsumoto, the heir to the Matsumoto Consortium. Today is the first time I meet you." The introducer held the hand of a Japanese girl and brought her to the host. "Please take care of me." A Japanese girl under 20 bowed deeply and stood quietly aside, completely without the arrogant attitude she was at the airport during the day.
In fact, from the aesthetics of Europeans and Americans, Miss Matsumoto looks pretty good. She really has the meaning of Yamato Kasuko when she stands there when she doesn't speak, but her slightly stiff eyebrows are like a knife hanging on the eyebrow bone, destroying the original harmony.
Peaceful applause sounded sparsely around, and it was obvious that the salon members did not care much about it.
In the eyes of many people, the heir of a local consortium that rose after the war was just a passing line for this party.
There are classes where there are people, and the nature of Queen's University makes this class more obvious.
From 1841, the Queen's College was founded in 1841, and the original source of funds was the Scottish Presbyterian Church, which was later independently operated.
During the period, due to the economic crisis and the risk of dissolution of the school twice in the World War, members and alumni eventually tide over the difficulties. Even to this day, donations transferred from various Commonwealth countries have always been an important source of economic income for the university.
Of course, this money is not spent in vain. While honorary alumni from all over the world donate generously, they occasionally use letters of recommendation to introduce some "promising young people" to study at Queen's University.
Although Queen's University is not ranked too high worldwide (around 190), as a veteran Commonwealth system university and a member of the future U15 Alliance, it has close ties with the Ivy League in the United States.
Queen University students have the opportunity to rely on scholarship policies to transfer directly to Ivy League University.
This also made many rich people regard Queen's University as a springboard for "save the country through curves", or that their children go to "preparatory classes" for universities such as Harvard and Yale.
Almost all the children in this salon have such backgrounds.
The new families and second- and third-rate chaebols that emerged after the war were not short of money, but they did not have a deep foundation, and could not get recommendation letters from first-line celebrities, so they would send their children to Queen's University to "operate".
Within about a year, these people would transfer to schools for various reasons and turn into students of the Ivy League.
Behind a small platform, several core members were whispering. "Everything has been investigated." A thin white man pulled open the chair, picked up the whiskey on the table and drank it all.
"The Chinese who holds a South African passport has a family that runs a waste item recycling company on the registration form. I checked the registration place in Cape Town, with a registered capital of US$10 million."
The others looked at each other, but there was no special reaction. In the eyes of ordinary people, tens of millions of assets are already an absolute rich class, but they are not enough compared to the families present. If people with such wealth want to participate in their salon, they don't even have a chair.
"That arrogant blonde girl is from the UK. The background is not very detailed, but the building from the home address should belong to a housekeeper who serves the royal family." The white man then reported the "secret" he got. "Oh? The royal housekeeper? No wonder he is so arrogant." The leader paid more attention to the word "butler".
Butlers who serve the royal family all year round are generally families with profound backgrounds, and can often have hundreds of years of history. Some people themselves also have low-level aristocratic titles.
Maybe the people present may be richer than the other party, but if they compete for social resources, they may not be able to catch up with the other party.
The children of these emerging consortiums are not all fools. It is best to win over the other party's identity. If it really doesn't work, there is no need to provoke them. So the focus of several people is on the last person again.
"Where is that Chinese woman?"
"That Chinese girl has no background, and her total money may not be $500."
"OK, perfect!" The leader looked at her companions around her. "Everyone, it seems we have new fun."
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Tang Qiu didn't know that she had been targeted at this time, so she dragged her heavy suitcase to her dormitory.
Some surprises are that the school buildings here look old and the wooden floor even makes a squeaking sound when climbing the stairs.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and Tang Qiu murmured silently, "Please, come a normal roommate, at least don't go too far..."
Click! The door of the house was opened, and the back with long golden hair was shaking in front of his eyes. "Sorry, I'm a new roommate, may I ask you..." Tang Qiu stopped halfway through his words, because the person in front turned his head, and his black eyes were staring at her like stars.
It's the blonde girl during the day.
Tang Qiu's heart tightened when he thought of the other party's arrogant pride during the day. The new roommate doesn't seem to be a good person to get along with.
The blonde girl did not speak, but came over to look at the Chinese girl carefully. The two of them were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at a position that was only one inch away from the tip of their nose.
Looking at the white girl's expression, Tang Qiu remembered the curious orange cat in his hometown, and he seemed to have become a ball of yarn in the other person's eyes. "How long have you known him?" Some abrupt questions came out of the blonde girl.
Tang Qiu thought for a while before realizing who the other party was referring to. "Who are you talking about?" The girl nodded. "We met at the airport for less than a day." Tang Qiu said the truth from the side.
The blonde girl wrinkled her delicate nose, with a cute expression. Then she changed her angle to observe Tang Qiu and stared at her for half a minute.
From those half-old leather shoes to some rustic outer shirt, I looked at Miss Tang's hands holding up her luggage alone, and then the blonde turned around and returned to her bed.
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"The room is half, I came first, so I chose it first."
"There is a small screen in the middle. Please separate it when doing private matters. If you call, please speak softly. I am not interested in small gossip news."
"There are two safes in total, where are valuables placed, and the bathroom is public. I will tell you before using it."
"Let's talk about other things during the day. It's very late now. I want to rest. If nothing happens, please turn off the lights within half an hour."
Strong, arrogant, and even a little self-righteous.
But for some reason, Tang Qiu felt that he was still acceptable. Although the other party was cold, it was at least better than she expected.
The Chinese girl nodded in a bit of a slight slight nod.
After a simple tidying up, Tang Qiu lay on his bed, and the moonlight from the foreign country shone out from outside the window, looking exactly like the one in his hometown.
Recalling what happened during the day, the girl shrank herself into the quilt.
In the dark night, there was a gentle murmur coming from the bed opposite.
"The vision is so bad..."
"What?"
"Nothing, I'm not talking about you."
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"Ah Yeh!" He Ran rubbed his nose in the corridor and opened his door.
A man inside also turned around to greet him.
In contrast, He Ran's roommate is quite enthusiastic. "Hey, man, I've been waiting for you for a long time! The students will tell me that there is a companion from South Africa, and they said you are..."
Halfway through the words, when they saw the other person's appearance, both of them were stunned for a moment.
"He, why is it you guy?!" The white boy opposite said angrily. "Damn it! Guy, I'm in a bad mood than me when I meet you here." He Ran put one hand on the threshold and yelled at the angrily.
As we all know, with the extreme exceptions, most boys will have their own special bad friends in middle school.
Once they meet, they will use different ways to defame each other, but they will support each other at critical moments.
The other party He Ran's classmate when he was in middle school in South Africa was one of his few bad friends.
Thump, the suitcase was thrown on the table a bit roughly, and a few snacks popped out of their pockets.
The white college boy picked up the desserts on the table, opened the packaging and stuffed them into his mouth
"Ouhou, macaron, my favorite, I guess it was your mother who stuffed it in for you. It seems that you are still a good baby even when you go to college." The boy said while eating, with something in his mouth, and his pronunciation was vague. "It's not what I asked. You can eat it all if you like it." He Ran didn't want to pay attention to the other party, but just buried his head in tidying up his own things and threw the dessert box to the white boy.
The boy was not polite either. He took the box with one hand and took out a new one while he was sorely fingered.
Suddenly, he saw a sign on the box.
Puff! !
The white boy was choked with a dessert squirted out of his mouth. "What are you doing? Are you so stupid that you can't even steal food?" He Ran left his roommate.
"Your mom uses this kind of thing for you as snacks?" the boy asked, pointing to the brand logo on the packaging box.
"Is there any problem?"
"Ha? Do you really don't know how expensive this thing is?"
The boy raised the macaron in his hand and explained.
"This is a co-branded model with Hermes, modeled on the Kelly bag lock shape, and made of almond powder mixed with Persian blue salt. It is a gift after buying 50,000 francs at the Hermes store."
"How did you know?" He Ran looked at the things in his hand, and he was more or less surprised. He thought his family was from a good place, but he was not yet at the level of taking 50,000 yuan of things as snacks.
"Don't forget, my mom is a model and is most sensitive to this kind of luxury goods." The white boy lowered his voice and said, "He, your family is actually a super rich man, right? I'm just a low-key person here? Experience life?" "Me? My dad is just the boss of a scrap metal recycling company." He Ran said so. "Well, you can recycle used MiG fighters and main battle tanks." The big boy shrugged and then yawned. "Okay, the noble son of the capitalist, it's time to go to bed. I'll talk about anything tomorrow." The big boy stuffed the last piece of dessert into his mouth, rinsed his mouth randomly and climbed onto his bed.
The curtain was pulled up and a small wooden sign was lit out
"Don't disturb while resting! Elon Musk"
(The end of this chapter)