Vol 333 Apartheid

The guests sitting at the dining table and eating slowly are all middle-aged and elderly people who have already retired, and they are the only ones who can enjoy the food carefree with a cup of coffee at the small dining table.

Like most of the guests, Qin Guan walked out of the small restaurant with a food bag after handing over his change. In order to prevent the cream from solidifying, the outer layer of the bagel was wrapped in a thin layer of tin foil by the clerk, quite For caring.

In this way, the two walked into the campus while eating other people's traditional breakfast, and they still smiled at each other when they parted. Thanks to coming to New York hand in hand, thanks to having you by my side.

In the dead of night, I will not think of the bright moon in my hometown, and in the early morning, I will not look for the direction of Douhua. Even the sweetness of American donuts will not stop the distance between you and me.

These two babies fully reflect the strong flexibility of the Chinese people, just like after the destruction of the earth, the last surviving human being must be a Chinese.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, two young people in their early twenties, lived comfortably in New York in just a few days.

Qin Guan walked into the classroom quietly on the cusp of class, but Xu Xiaoxiao, who was in the first row, couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and patted the seat beside him quite happily.

"Qin Guan, sit here, the location is very good, and you can also interact with the professor."

Qin Guan looked at Xu Xiaoxiao's side with some doubts. Isn't that the dog-legged him who always leaves the place for Kuhn?

"Why didn't your friend come? What will he do when I sit here?"

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard Qin Guan mention Kuhn, there was an expression on his simple and honest face that he didn't know how to describe.

Qin Guan thought that his eyes were blurred just now, but he seemed to see a little bit of confidence and a little bit of gloating.

"Don't worry about it too much. I think Kuhn may not have time to manage school affairs these days. Besides, the classroom is so big, there are only a few of us, and there are many empty seats."

Qin Guan thought that Xu Xiaoxiao must have been oppressed by Kuhn for a long time.

That’s right, this Chinese kid with a thick bottle bottom, don’t look at how out of touch he is in Chinatown at night. To put it bluntly, Xu Xiaoxiao, who has been studying since Columbia Prep, has followed Kuhn for many years. Find out what's going on with his friends.

"Okay, since Kuhn can't come, let's sit together."

The space here is quite good, and you don't have to be afraid of being blocked by the people in the front row. Xu Xiaoxiao is quite suitable for being a dog's leg. Thinking of the big-hearted Qin Guan here, he just sat down.

Professor Martin stepped on the class bell again and entered the classroom. It was still roll call time, but one of his most promising students was absent, and he frowned subtly.

"Who knows why Kuhn is absent today?"

Before he finished speaking, Kuhn broke into Professor Martin's classroom with slightly messy hair.

"Professor, I'm sorry, I have some things today, I'm late..."

Such a big event happened at home, and my father's secretary and assistant didn't even come home. The mother who only knew about playing and shopping, like a waste snack, only knew to call my father's special line over and over again, or come to his room to cry.

And upset and irritable, he finished the homework he received in the middle of the night in a hurry, let alone the homework that was thrown aside after returning home.

This morning, he knew that he should ask for leave in such a state, but his unyielding character forced him to come to Columbia with great energy.

Now his every move has become the news in the eyes of others, and he must not give his father's political opponents any clues. Thinking of this, Kuhn's eyes flickered twice, and he saw Qin Guan sitting on his old seat. .

Xu Xiaoxiao's face was full of astonishment, but there was an unafraid light shining behind his thick bottle-bottomed eyes, so what if he came? Do you think Kuhn is still the original you?

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help thinking that after returning home yesterday, when he was excitedly talking about his new classmate in front of his father, the father who was afraid of everyone but himself was not afraid, and touched the stubble on his chin Reminder of his words.

"Now you can stay away from that kid named Kuhn, and there is no need to look at the other person's face. Followers are always done when necessary."

That's right, although Manhattan is the main circle of the financial sector, there is no lack of attention to the influence of the political arena.

Kuhn's father, Lott, who is about to become the majority leader of the U.S. Senate, actually made such remarks at Thurmond's 100th birthday party.

Lott actually praised the retiring senior senator at such a sensitive time: If Thurmond was elected president in 1948, all the "problems" in the United States in these years would not exist, including 9/11.

Ha, you really dare to say this. Lott feels that he is going to hold the power of the Democratic Party, so he wants to show his existence?

A cold light flashed in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes, but it was blocked by his simple and honest appearance and thick lenses.

"I'm sorry, Kuhn, I didn't expect you to come today. I thought you would take a few days off because of family affairs. After all, no one can come to school as if nothing happened, right?"

"So this is your true nature, Kuhn? Are you cold-blooded or hard-nosed?"

Qin Guan was very surprised by Xu Xiaoxiao's sudden sharpness. Although he is not good at arguing with others, Qin Guan is not a fool. This Asian boy should have no malice towards him.

And what kind of thing can make him make such a move that does not care about his image and tears his skin? It should be an inside story that I am not familiar with. I am an honest boy, so it is better not to intervene in other people's battles.

Qin Guan just pulled Xu Xiaoxiao's short-sleeved t-shirt and motioned him to look in the direction of Professor Martin. This old man was almost pissed off by the students in the teacher.

One or two didn't take him seriously. One student stood in the front row without saying a word, and the other student spoke out like a run-on, which would make him old. If he was ten years younger, he would surely The two cubs are fighting all over the floor looking for teeth!

Professor Martin, forget it, the academic freak who has been shrinking in a small corner since junior high school, the most enviable thing is the captain of the school team...

Kuhn took a deep look at Xu Xiaoxiao, didn't wait for Teacher Martin's Buddhist lion roar, and walked to the last row of the classroom with his books in his arms.

Xu Xiaoxiao watched as everyone's attention began to divert as the professor started his class, so he sighed softly and helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

That year, Thurmond ran for president as a pro-segregation candidate, declaring that "all the laws of Washington and the prodding of the military will not force the Negro into our homes, our schools, our churches, and our places of recreation."

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