Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 113 An Ordinary Morning on Walker Street
This meeting should be arranged after the visit at No. 247, Leprosy Lane.

He remembered another thing and asked casually, "Claude, do you know anything about the church school?"

On the ground, Claude Moon, who was about to leave, heard Chen Yan's question. Although he was a little puzzled, he still told him what he knew.

"Church schools... are really hard to describe."

"A few years ago, the faith of the choir was still very conservative, and only eligible boys were allowed to attend church schools."

"In recent years, with more and more new immigrants, church schools have to share the educational pressure for the municipality, assume part of the functions of public schools, relax most of the conditions, and allow boys and girls to go to school together."

"When there are too many people, it will become more chaotic, not to mention this kind of school that doesn't need tuition fees... The forest is huge, and there are all kinds of animals. Can you understand what I mean?"

Chen Yan felt a spasm in his ears, and without correcting his lame slang, he asked directly: "Can a diploma from a missionary school be used as a proof for attending an academic high school?"

Claude's answer was very succinct: "Of course, the diploma of the church school can not only go to the academic high school, but also to go to the vocational high school - and it is common for all high schools in the empire!"

He explained:

"You just came to the empire, and you don't know how high the status of the chant troupe is in the empire - before the reform of the political system of the empire, the head of the chant troupe could even sit on an equal footing with the emperor!"

"After the reform of the imperial regime, the emperor is no longer qualified to sit with the head of the chant troupe."

Chen Yan was thoughtful after listening.

Claude's voice was tired: "Ayan, I will be very busy today, I can't follow you, you have to be careful."

Chen Yan nodded: "I still have to go to work, and I'm very busy with work. I'm afraid I don't have time to do other things."

Shadow's answer was light: "Then, see you later."

The shadows on the ground have changed slightly.

Claude Moon followed the shadows in the room and left the bedroom on the third floor of No. 33 Walker Street.

Chen Yan stared at the shadow on the ground, and in a trance, he saw a blurred and gradually deformed figure, which flashed by the wall for a moment, then completely got into the crack of the wall and disappeared without a trace.

Is it an illusion?

No... I'm sober enough.

Chen Yan realized that his vision had changed slightly.

It was already 05:30 in the morning, and there were still two and a half hours before work, so Chen Yan still had enough time.

He stuffed the camera under the bed, put on his clothes, put his phone in his pocket, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

From the other side of the corridor came the sound of snoring one after another. It was Ogami and Glutinous Rice Fruit who were sleeping soundly.

Ohgami is really as he said, he can feel the killing intent, so is he not afraid of someone with murderous intent visiting in the middle of the night?

For dangerous people like extraordinary people, this is really a very practical skill...

At this time, the dawn has not yet come, but there are already dense footsteps on the street, which are the first workers on the morning shift.

Some of them have relied on decades of hard work to become managers of factories.

But more are still ordinary workers.

Whether it is a manager promoted from a worker or an ordinary worker, they need to work more than 14 hours a day, leave early and return late, or leave early and return early.

For the vast majority of his life, he could only walk under street lights, unable to see the daylight on Walker Street where he had lived for most of his life.

Standing on the balcony, Chen Yan looked down at the crowds on Walker Street heading towards the industrial area, and thought to himself, let's not let the glutinous rice fruit cook today.

If you want fresh baked bread, you need to get up at three o'clock in the morning to prepare ingredients-she didn't get up today, she must be too tired.

Chen Yan thought.

She was a child, and she didn't deserve such labor—not even if she wanted to.

What's more...with a company to reimburse the bills, I have less pressure from money.

Although it is not enough to buy more expensive ingredients, it can already afford ordinary breakfast!
Chen Yan first went to the bathroom on the second floor, and then went down the stairs in the middle of the building to the first floor.

After going out, he walked west along Walker Street. After walking for about 10 minutes, the familiar morning market appeared in front of him.

There are so many mobile vendors today, crowded to the next corner of the street.

Chen Yan took a quick glance and found that the food sold by these itinerant vendors also had more styles than before - in addition to batter and bread, he also saw freshly baked bacon and slices of bread, as well as fried fish and what looked like Beef pie stuff.

He even saw carts that had been modified to hold small coal stoves on top of which were big pots of milk tea.

It seems that because of the addition of white lemon slices, the fragrance wafting out of the milk tea pot is particularly sour.

Imperial people like sour, spicy and sweet flavors most, and most of their staple foods are sour, spicy and sweet.

Chen Yan still can't enjoy all kinds of food with lemon.

He came to the familiar booth and saw the aunt's kind smile, warming his heart.

He was surprised to find that after experiencing all kinds of strange things, the kind smiles of ordinary people turned out to be a good medicine for healing the soul.

"Young man, what would you like to eat today?"

Chen Yan didn't choose breakfast right away, but made a surprised expression: "Ah, sorry, are you that aunt's daughter?"

The aunt froze for a moment, her expression blank.

He showed a worried expression: "Is she unwell? By God, I hope she recovers soon! If I leave her bread, I will die!"

Seeing the slyness in his eyes, the aunt came back to her senses and laughed loudly: "Young man, you really know how to make people happy! This mouth has deceived many girls!"

Chen Yan's smile immediately became awkward, and he changed the subject: "My name is Chen Yan...what's delicious today?"

The aunt blinked her eyes, as if she had become much younger because of the joke, and the youth of the year could be vaguely seen in the suddenly relaxed brows and eyes.

"Just call me Susan, today we have chocolate bread, potato fries, lettuce pie and carrot soup~"

Chen Yan watched Aunt Susan lift the blue cotton cloth covering the basket, and asked in surprise, "Are the ingredients cheap recently?"

Aunt Susan also had doubts in her tone: "Yes, the prices of the goods in the food market in the lower city have been much cheaper recently. I heard that it was a good man named Leonard Adams who made the city pass a new bill to put the ingredients The price has come down."

Her words showed gratitude: "During this period of time, the price of goods has soared, and the family can no longer support the daily expenses, and my small stall is about to be unable to open. If it weren't for this kind person, you wouldn't be able to see me today." !"

Chen Yan frowned: "I want three pieces of chocolate bread, three pieces of lettuce pie, two pieces of carrot soup... Where does this Leonardo Adams come from? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Aunt Susan recalled with difficulty: "It seems to be called... the Conservative Party, yes, that's the name, he is a candidate for the Conservative Party in the general election."

(End of this chapter)