The bells of the old church rang on time in the red-tiled and stone-walled old schoolyard, and groups of boys in fancy tuxedos walked out of the dormitories, carrying elegant plastic folders and four or five textbooks for class, towards their respective classrooms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info such a scene, in the past five hundred years of cold and heat has continued, but in the last two or three years, a new touch of beautiful scenery has been added.

There were the girls, with brown shoes and black tights, knee-length skirts and sailor-like black tunics, and every time the girls lined up in an astonishing width to walk through the buildings of this ancient campus, they always attracted the amazed eyes of countless gentlemen and boys, especially the older ones.

"See that girl?"

At this time, the boy next to James Kent, Slimes, said, "That Asian mixed-race girl?"

James Kent has brilliant blonde hair, has just turned eighteen, and is just tall enough to reach the bottom line of a basketball player. His shoulders were broad, his face was full of manly beauty, and when he looked at the marching procession in the distance, which was more petite than the other large group of girls, a pair of turquoise eyes were as clear as emeralds.

"Ah, that's not Alice-Wang, I know her, what's wrong?"

Seeing that James seemed to be very interested in her, Slimes then said: "My uncle at Standard Chartered Bank has been telling me recently, and now in the London stock market, this girl has made more than 60 million short arbitrage. ”

"Two or six million?"

The two girls walking side by side are not too fast, but their hair is also black, which makes it easy to make people unable to distinguish the characters. James looked at their backs walking side by side, his smile decreased slightly, and his expression became a little solemn: "I have also paid some attention to this girl's actions recently, but she has invested four hundred million dollars in Intel. Slimes, here at the London Stock Exchange, what's her starting cash flow?"

Slimes has an uncle as a source of information, and he naturally knows a lot about the situation in the industry, he pursed his lips and said with a stiff face: "Forty million, James, and it was thrown in three batches one after another." Then in two weeks, it's 60 million!"

"What about the main investment areas?"

"What makes money and what to invest in. Last Tuesday, when Iran blew up another oil tanker from another passing country, BP's share price fell by 4 percent. Then on Friday, just as it had just risen back to 17 percent, the girl immediately withdrew her investment, and she made tens of millions of dollars on this alone!"

What his companion said was actually somewhat difficult for James to understand. As one of the last heirs to the British royal family, his ambition is neither in politics nor business, but in the field of culture. For a typical literary teenager, those things in the financial circle are too unliterary, and his attention is really limited.

As for Alice Wang's name, he had already memorized it deeply when he saw and bought Jurassic Park, a New York Times bestseller. A brilliant novel, a mysterious female Chinese-American writer with only one name left for the reader, all of which could not help but make James curious. So when the Times finally published all the details about her, he was not at all surprised.

And who would have thought that that little writer could develop to this point?

In fact, after learning a little about Alice, James Kent couldn't help but find out that when this girl became a best-selling author, she was already a heavyweight of Cisco and Microsoft.

"It's amazing......"

Looking deeply at Alice's distant figure, James muttered, "And so beautiful......"

Slimes looked at his companion strangely, "James, you won't like this girl, will you?"

"Why not?"

Looking at James's appearance, he was puzzled by Slimes's question: "I'm eighteen years old, and Alice has a ...... now Fifteen years old, right? Although the difference can be more now, when we enter the society, the difference of three years is nothing. ”

"But she's Asian, and she's American......"

James smiled, waved his hand and said, "Nobody cares, Slimes." I'm just Her Majesty's nephew, do you think the House of Lords will care who I'm marrying? Believe me, maybe it'll take a corner in the Times, but it won't be forgotten in three days. ”

This conversation only takes place between two "hairy monsters", and even if they are as deaf and eyed as Alice, they are not always on her all-purpose radar. However, perhaps it was the providence of heaven in the dark, and when the young man in the distance was looking at her with lustful eyes, she still felt something after all.

“…… Ah Q!"

Sissi stopped and looked at Alice, who was wrinkled in her nose, "What's wrong with you?"

Alice rubbed her nose vigorously and snorted, "Ashley must be angry that we didn't play with her last night, and we didn't eat with her this morning, and we're talking about me!"

"No, I was trying to ask, why do you sneeze so ......?"

"Ahh

This is already the inside of the school building, surrounded by students and classrooms, and the noise and discourse should be slightly quieter. After muttering a few more words, Alice said no more and continued to walk with Sissi towards the target classroom.

It is worth mentioning that, at least according to Alice's own idea that she did not leak it to anyone, many private secondary schools, led by Eton College, which have also been handed down from the Middle Ages, definitely made her feel like studying at Hogwarts.

They are all old buildings from the Middle Ages, and they are all traditional costumes that seem to have passed through a hundred years, and being at Eton College at the moment is like visiting Hogwarts in Autumn, which is really amazing.

Of course, J.K. Rowling was originally British, so it was not surprising that Hogwarts would be conceived after this type of school. In fact, wasn't a Muggle-born boy in the episode "Chamber of Secrets" who voluntarily gave up his admission to Eton College after receiving an admission letter to Hogwarts?

Now that I think back to the wizarding world that Rowling, I really don't know if that boy's approach was wise or ignorant. Maybe the wizarding world in the United States will be more advanced, anyway, as far as Britain is concerned, of course, every breath of air is permeated with the status quo of progress and conservatism in contemporary Britain. Aristocrats and Muggles, Slytherins and Gryffindors or something, it's a big joke in the United States~

It's a pity that although Rowling's idea must have borrowed from Eton College, such as the all-black wizard uniform, as a real school, there is no real Potions class to learn here.

Alice actually has a lot of resentment about this. It's a shame that when she was a boy in her last life, she also read a lot of HP fanfiction written by literary girls. The result is good, looking at the whole school, you can't even see a hateful professor who is close to an old bat, let alone the exact same person.

Okay, Evan Delov might be able to remind her of Gilderoy Lockhart, but that's just in terms of appearance, and personality and talent are two extremes altogether.

It's also worth mentioning that a lot of the courses are actually boring.

Among them, this morning's 90-minute computer class can be said to be Alice's most boring class.

Compared with other classes, the area of the computer classroom is still relatively large, and the tables and chairs are relatively neatly arranged, which is enough for Alice to recall her school career in China in her previous life. However, like other classes, there are only 20 students in the classroom of Computer Science Class A, and they are the 20 students with the best computer skills in the entire grade.

As Alice walked into the classroom, a slightly stocky teenager waved his hand and said, "Hey Alice, did you have a good time last night?"

"Ah~ very happy!"

Alice's face was almost like a flower, so immediately after that, the boy in the other seat immediately said, "Hey, Alice, I saw you play the role last night, you are so beautiful." It's a pity I didn't have time to say hello to you last night, but what about the scythe? I shouldn't have thrown it, can you lend it to me?"

Alice sat in her seat and prepared to turn on the computer, because the current computer classes are all learning programming, so the system is still the old-fashioned DOS version, and the process is quite complicated: "Ah, of course I didn't throw it away, are you sure you want to see it?"

"I'm going to see it too, I'm going to see it too!"

"Oh yes, the scythe!Hey, Hampton, that scythe-wielding girl last night was Alice!?"

"Cool...... Woo~"

Because of someone's cos props last night, the classroom before class immediately fell into an uproar. So, when Professor Hamand, with his beard, came to the podium, he had to cough twice to get everyone's attention.

"Halloween Eve is over, students, let me take back all your thoughts. ”

Now that the teacher is here, of course the students have to be quiet immediately. Seeing that everyone was finally seated, Professor Hardeman said unhurriedly: "Students, the code we are going to talk about today involves a very profound theory of high numbers,"

At least four or five of the boys' eyes began to roll, and it was evident from the podium that seven or eight of the students had glanced at Alice.

Professor Hardeman continued, "So I don't want you to understand too much. Of course, if you don't understand, you can ask, and it's absolutely forbidden to pretend to understand if you don't understand, although we have Alice in class, but she won't hire you to work in Silicon Valley in advance because you don't know how to pretend to understand, do you understand?"

Alice lowered her head slightly, because the laughter of the boys around her was not just a little embarrassing for themselves. (To be continued.) )