Chapter 2 APLUS

As a qualified traveler, after more than ten days, Song Ya has calmly figured out his starting situation, and the conclusion... is quite pessimistic.

The first is poverty. Welfare can really only guarantee the basic life. Aunt Susie’s extra income to help the neighbors with children during the weekdays is not enough for such a large family. Don’t think about the starting capital of the traveler. There are only three twenty-five cents in my pocket now, so I'm still prepared to call the public phone in case of emergency.

The situation of the other brothers and sisters is also the same. The clothes are the most obvious. Tony and his clothes are basically donated by churches or charities. The dark coat Tony is wearing now should be the uniform of a certain factory. It's almost worn out, and my black suede jacket comes from an Air Force veteran, with the words U.S.A.F 1969 on the internal standard, and the condition is equally unbearable.

The girls Connie and Emily are treated much better. Aunt Susie will not let them dress too shabby. Unfortunately, the aesthetic legacy of the 1980s and the excessive preference of African Americans for bright colors make the overall effect unbelievable. Compliment, of course, the above is the personal opinion of Song Ya, a traveler.

Poverty is enough, personal safety is a big issue. The public security in Chicago's South City ranks as the worst in the US. Poverty, guns, drugs, gangs, and vendettas interact with each other. It's not a big deal to switch to a major shooting case that can shock the whole country in China. There will be several cases every once in a while, and there are even news reports that some passers-by are accidentally killed by stray bullets that are being exchanged by gangsters.

In addition to shootings, robbery and other low-intensity cases are more common, gangs and drugs have already invaded the campus, and the public schools in the black area where several brothers and sisters are studying are the hardest hit areas. Smoked in mist, it is not good at first glance.

"yooo, Tony."

Fortunately, they were all in the neighborhood, and half of the boys in a baseball cap took the initiative to say hello to Tony, "Are you messing with Little Lori now?"

"Hey."

Tony put Emily on the school bus that just arrived, smiled and punched the baseball cap, "Go and tell." He avoided Song Ya and Connie and walked to the other end of the station.

The baseball cap is a bit familiar. Song Ya has only heard his nickname 'ET'. His big and bulging eyes should be quite similar to the alien image in the movie that swept the world in the 1980s. place. However, from the corner of the flower-colored headscarf that was faintly exposed under the brim of the hat, I knew that this 'ET', who was almost two years old from himself, was an absolutely ruthless character. In Nancheng, a flower-colored headscarf was not something that could be worn casually on the head.

Tony made a lot of friends, and the middle school bus arrived soon. He and the 'ET' group went to the back row to continue talking and laughing. Connie also got together with the little sisters of the same grade.

"Morning, APLUS!"

Song Ya's small circle of ninth graders was in the front row. As soon as he sat down, someone shouted, and then the boys and girls of the same grade next to him burst into laughter.

"morning……"

Song Ya reluctantly squeezed out a smile to respond to them, then leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

Poverty and security have not found a solution at present, but another problem is at hand, "school bullying".

Here's the thing, the original Alexander Song's academic performance was probably low in the class, but when his soul was replaced by Song Ya more than ten days ago, he easily got a math test. Full marks.

It wasn't a big deal at first. In the United States in a few decades, no one among the classmates would want to know other people's grades, but now the political correctness in the United States has not "evolved" to that level, and the math teacher happily The whole class announced his 'A+' grades and praised him fiercely, and used him as an example to spur those "underachievers".

So here comes the trouble...

In just ten days, Song Ya was quickly isolated by her classmates.

The 'Ali', which everyone called it well, has also become 'APLUS' and must be followed by inexplicable laughter. The few backward boys began to "provoke" a little from time to time.

Although the current so-called provocation still lies in deliberately bumping the shoulder when passing the road, or knocking off the book when passing by the desk, this trend still makes Song Ya very uneasy.

Song Ya was a standard Chinese Buddhist youth in his previous life. He had a well-off family, and his academic performance was above average. After graduating from college, he prepared a house for him with six wallets. After coding for a few years, he saved a car and was looking for a wife What, a smooth life, suddenly being thrown into the current environment is really a bit unreasonable.

And who in China would be isolated and bullied just because of a perfect score! Not to mention giving your classmates stupid nicknames like '100 points'. The worst thing is that although math scores have improved by leaps and bounds, the scores of physical education and art have plummeted. It is hard to say whether it is a loss or gain for the credit system of American high schools!

"Could it be that the golden finger of the traveler is the talent of the Chinese nation? In that case, the sports and art credits should simply be given up, and the main focus is mathematics and natural science. Forget it, by the way, English and social sciences can't be left behind..."

"Even so, if I complete the credits a year and a half in advance at most, then I have to survive in this environment for at least three years..."

Planning the future along the way, before you know it, the school bus has arrived at its destination.

"Ali, don't rush to leave after school, wait for me." Tony came over and asked when he was about to part.

"Why?" Song Ya asked.

Tony leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Little Lori."

"Playing basketball again?" Song Ya was discouraged when she heard it, "Can you not go?"

Since he crossed over, the original athletic foundation of this body has been completely lost. Playing basketball is simply torture for him. This is street basketball in a black slum, and it is completely different from the things he casually shot in gym class before crossing. sports.

"FXXX You! Don't bargain! Don't play tricks with me!" Tony immediately changed his face and added soft words before leaving: "Just do me a favor!"

"Well, you are the boss." Song Ya had no choice.

After passing through the chaotic crowd, I entered the classroom and saw that the chair behind my desk was thrown into the corner of the classroom. "Child..." I didn't bother to pursue it. I picked it up, wiped it, and set it up, and so began another day of high school life in the United States.