England 1986

Chapter 214 School starts!

Before returning to Wales on the 8th.

The week-long mysterious trip to Iceland ended happily.

Allen returned to Wales exhausted physically and mentally.

Pain and happiness!

He always felt like something was wrong.

Obviously it's his "bachelorette party".

But why do I always feel that Eleonora Giorgi is more excited than myself?
Whose "bachelorette party" is this?
Is Lao Tzu at a disadvantage?

They are also 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 humane!

On January 1th, Allen got up early, at 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 very hard to think about it. An elder brother of an earl, with two younger princes, went to school hundreds of miles away from home.

Isn't it very pitiful.

"When you get to school, call if you have something to do. Do you hear me? You can't hit the kids."

Allen sat on the far left, William sat on the far right, and Harry, who was sleeping with squinting eyes, was in between.

"Cousin, didn't you say that in Wales, I can beat anyone I want?"

William raised his chin, and the brat looked dissatisfied.

"Idiot! You won't hide from the teacher and beat them secretly? After beating them, you cry first, and go to the teacher to complain first. Do you hear me? Pay attention to your image."

"Yeah! I know, Harry and I have practiced!"

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Allen glanced at the red mark on Harry's face, which must have been caused by William.

He poked Harry with his hand and said, "Wake up, it's almost time for school, remember what I told you?"

"remember!"

Harry subconsciously replied while he was half asleep.

Allen took them both to school before asking the driver to take him to school.

Now this car is a very ordinary mass-produced Land Rover. The dark green first-generation Land Rover Discovery has five seats. There is not even a family emblem 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 were usually used for parking and bodyguards for temporary rest. There were people on duty at the primary school and the university.

In addition, he also brought a small film crew over, planning to shoot some gourmet movies when he is free, and then make a documentary.

After hesitating for a long time, Allen finally chose the logistics major under the business school.

This major is still useful to him, whether it is to manage the company in the future or to recruit people to work for him, it is very convenient.

Others go to college for classes, maybe for fun, to learn knowledge, to fall in love, and so on.

But Allen went to college, mainly to poach the wall.

The business school of Cardiff University is still very strong overall, especially its logistics major, which is also ranked first in the industry, and the school has established a professional logistics research institute for this purpose.

A group of old experts and professors provide various latest theoretical research support.

There is no embarrassing opening ceremony, because it has been held a few days in advance, and Alan can follow the class directly when he comes over. He doesn't even have a fixed class.

He only received some teaching materials, and Joel, the director of admissions, gave him a schedule and asked Allen to arrange it himself. He could listen to whichever class he wanted.

Wearing a mask, blue jeans on the lower body, and a trendy jacket with the Union Jack pattern on the top, Allen was carrying a shoulder bag, and walked to the public classroom according to the guidance of the school map.

The classroom is quite big, but there are not many people. There are more than 30 people sitting here and there. A middle-aged female teacher is sitting on the side with her head down and writing.

"Hai brother!"

A thin white man with red curly hair and freckles on his face looked at Alan carrying a shoulder bag, walked straight to him, and greeted Alan in a low voice.

"what"

I haven't felt this way for many years. Everywhere he goes, others salute him. Today, a man of the same age greets Alan with such a greeting.

This made Allen 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 in and make room for him.

Maybe it was because the aura was too strong. Hearing Alan's extremely hoarse and deep voice, Little Curly subconsciously bent over and stood up, making room for Alan.

When Allen pressed the spring chair and leaned back on the seat, Little Curly saw that Allen had sat down and was still wearing a mask, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

This stuff.
It’s okay to wear a mask 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 Alan's side face and this blond hair, the little curly hair looks more and more familiar, especially the voice just now, thinking about where I heard it.

"Brother. Are you?"

Allen pulled off the mask abruptly, smiled at Curly, and quickly put the mask on again.

"Oh!!! Falk."

Little Curly exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth.

"do you know me?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Allen nodded, looking at Little Curly with horror on his face with satisfaction.

From this reaction, he looked like a Welshman.

This kind of thing is like a wild dog meeting a lion in the wild.

Born with blood suppression.

People from other places may feel surprised at the first sight of him, and curious at the second.

But only the Welsh people, many ordinary people have heard the legend of his family for generations, seeing him in reality, most of the first feeling is fear.

Even if Alan smiled at them, they were afraid.

This is the achievement of the Hill family for hundreds of years. As long as the members of their family stand here, they can shock most Welsh people without saying anything.

"Your Excellency. I. I. I. Didn't expect it to be you."

The little curly hair didn't have the cheerfulness just now, and couldn't speak smoothly.

Allen reached into his schoolbag, took out a small box and threw it directly into Curly's arms, saying, "As the first classmate I met, this is a little thing to reward you."

"what?"

Little Curly looked at the small box that was accurately thrown into his hand, and was a little confused.

"Thank you sir. My name is George Clare, you can call me George."

"Um"

Allen watched the teacher walk up to the podium and start lecturing. Some students who were still lying on their stomachs were also attracted by the teacher's movement and raised their heads.

In the whole class, there is not a single black person, but there are several Asian faces.

"George, are these Asians foreign students?"

"That's right! Uh, those two are from island countries, and that one is from the Philippines."

George quietly opened the small box, and inside was a metal badge, very delicate.

He recognized the pattern on it. This was the family crest of the Hill family. It was shaken by hand, and it still had some weight. There was a word engraved on the back—for Alan Hill's classmates.

A very interesting and face-saving gift. Before I could take a closer look, I heard Alan's question and quickly closed the box. George pointed to the three Asian-faced classmates and gave them to Alan. Lun introduced their background one by one.

"Islanders and Filipinos?"

Allen blinked, the islanders are understandable, they are still very rich, but the Filipinos
Cardiff University seems to be ranked in dozens of places in the UK, but the tuition fee is not cheap, nearly [-] pounds a year!

Not cheap even for many locals, let alone Filipinos?

"Does our school give preferential treatment to international students?"

Allen subconsciously thought that this was the preferential treatment given by the school, such as scholarships, round-trip fares, etc., not to mention the allocation of classmates to study with.

"Preferential treatment? What preferential treatment?"

George was stunned when he asked Allen's question, which touched his blind spot of knowledge a bit.

Looking at the bewildered George, Alan hooked his hands to let him get closer, and whispered the so-called preferential conditions he understood.

"???"

"No, Your Excellency. Our school doesn't use it. The tuition fees for their international students are more expensive than local students. How can there be any preferential treatment? Even if it is preferential treatment, shouldn't we give priority to our own people? What is the turn of foreigners like them? "

"Ok?"

Allen was taken aback, but thinking about it, there are so many foreigners who want to study in Great Britain every year. If all the foreign students were given preferential treatment, then Great Britain would have gone bankrupt.

These international students are not only here to study, but also part of the school's supplementary financial income.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right."

Although sometimes it is understandable to treat Allen preferentially, but understanding is understanding, it still sounds very uncomfortable!

Just like he used to like to play online games occasionally.

What are the routines of most online games?
Old players bring new players in to play, new players will have certain rewards, returning old players will also have certain rewards for replaying the game, but if the old players have been playing games without interruption, there will be no gross rewards!

Obviously playing games all the time, but fucking feel like being treated differently, so sloppy!
But think about it, other game companies also have to recruit new players to expand revenue and expand their influence.

Hey.
Bear with it, what else can you do.

Alan didn't even take out his books. He listened to two theoretical lessons on the history and future prospects of the logistics industry. At noon, he threw his schoolbag to George and asked him to take care of him. Alan would come to him in the afternoon.

After explaining, Allen walked slowly outside the school with one hand in his pocket.

The school is small, which has its advantages. It's like going to high school. After class, you can walk out of the school after a few steps, and there is not even a security guard.

At the low-key gate of Cardiff University, next to the curb next to the sidewalk, three dark green Land Rover Discovery parked.

Allen went straight to the one in the middle, opened the door and sat on it.

Ceylon was sitting in the innermost place. Seeing Alan handing over a bottle of unmarked water first, he said, "Your Excellency, you have finally come out. How do you feel about the first day of class?"

Allen took the water, leaned back on the seat, and said calmly: "That's it, I want to skip class, it's not interesting."

"Hahaha."

Ceylon covered her mouth and smirked.

Sure enough, no matter how noble a person is, they all feel the same when facing school.

"Your Excellency, what shall we do at noon? Are we going to shoot today?"

"Shoot, sooner or later."

Allen glanced around, picked up the pen in Ceylon's hand, and put it on the side armrest for a turn.

Wait until the tip of the pen slowly stops and points in one direction.

Allen pointed in the direction of the pen tip and said, "Just go there! Drive there, and eat whatever you see!"

"what?"

Ceylon has already made preparations, and several well-known restaurants have also prepared advance plans. Unexpectedly, Alan pointed in a direction so casually.

"Ordinary people eat takeaway, of course there is a lot of randomness. I know you are prepared, but for places that are too high-end, we will intersperse and shoot some places where ordinary people often eat."

Allen closed his eyes and motioned for the driver to drive.

At the entrance of the Lucky Supermarket, three Land Rover vehicles stopped slowly, and several photographers in vests got out of the car with their equipment.

Following the direction Allen pointed, the most conspicuous thing here is this supermarket.

It's not a restaurant, it's a supermarket.

But it doesn't matter much, many people also go to this kind of place to eat.

If you look at it with an oriental mindset, no matter how bad the environment is for eating, it must at least be a house of flies.

But in the West, many people can deal with a meal by buying some ready-made meals directly in the supermarket!

rapid pace of life!
Although the overall pace of life in Wales is slow, for office workers, they don't know how to cook for themselves, which is a waste of time, and many people don't know how to cook either.

Buy some bread, sandwiches and the like in the supermarket, just eat a meal.

The current Lucky Supermarket is a little better. On the right side of the entrance, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are three four-seater fast dining tables, and there are water dispensers and microwave ovens beside them.

This is very good, and it is convenient for some people who want to eat hot food to heat it up by themselves.

The boss was a chubby little old man, wearing a red plaid shirt, lying on a rocking chair and reading a newspaper. He was startled by the sudden entry of a dozen people with video cameras in their hands.

He thought it was some TV station who came to interview him.

The boss stood up awkwardly, wanting to tidy up his clothes, but seeing that the camera was already aimed at him, the boss quickly showed a silly smile and said, "Welcome, my friends, all of you."

"Boss, it's like this, we are making a documentary, a food show, have you seen this kind of thing?"

Ceylon put her hands in front of her body and took the initiative to contact the boss.

"I've seen it!"

The boss looked at his small supermarket and blinked. He still doesn't quite understand what these people are going to do. Can he have anything to do with food here?
Ceylon glanced at the wall behind the counter. There was also a price list of some drinks, including coffee and black tea. There were also some drinks in the cabinet next to it. A sign that minors were prohibited from drinking alcohol was placed in the most conspicuous place.

Allen wandered around the counter, and finally turned to the fresh-keeping area.

The variety is not too rich, there are vegetable sandwiches, pre-made burgers, and even pre-made French fries, which can be heated by the boss.

Allen, who had never eaten like this before, pulled a crew member who had been following him and asked, "Uh, how do ordinary people usually eat?"

(End of this chapter)