Caesar's home is located in the middle-class residential area of Westwood District north of Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, with the famous Santa Monica Beach to the west, the Hollywood Hills to the east, and the famous Beverly Hills to the southeast.

In such an environment, Caesar still often makes his family and neighbors lament that ------ having children like Caesar Lee.

That's right, it's such an authentic Chinese sentence that has spread because of Caesar.

At the age of two and a half, you can communicate with adults normally, at the age of three you start learning the blues ten-hole harmonica, and after half a year, you can play a dozen blues classics without flaws, and at the same time start learning French, German, Latin and Japanese on the basis of a bilingual environment of English and Chinese.

Putting aside the appearance of genius, Caesar is particularly polite, with black hair and a pair of eyes as blue as the sky and an unusually warm smile that makes this boy particularly attractive, and his small mouth is very sweet, often amusing his relatives and neighbors in a few words.

The fourth-birthday party was organized by Caesar himself, writing invitations and delivering them door-to-door. On the day of the party, the neighbors were even surprised to find that the nearby police officers had come to attend except for those on duty. This makes people even more surprised by Caesar's affinity.

In response to that sentence, everyone loved Caesar Lee.

Little Caesar managed to survive until he was six years old and could finally go to school, sitting on the school bus to Beverly Hills Elementary School, looking at the large group of relatives and neighbors who took him to the station, Caesar breathed a sigh of relief------ finally got a little respite.

Since his rebirth, Caesar has spent all the time in a state of panic, and he doesn't dare to sleep anymore, for fear that his dream words will expose some information, and he is acting every second during the day.

Grandparents, grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, and even temporary nannies...... And that's not even counting the tutors who teach music, painting, and foreign languages, and he's watched over every minute of every minute.

This kind of mental tension that has been performing for several years is enough to make any undercover police officer collapse. After all, undercover agents also have a person in a criminal organization, and they also have private time alone.

What does he Caesar have to speak of as a milk baby?

Finally able to go to school!

Caesar looked out the window at the rapidly receding streetscape and wanted to shout.

Why don't you go to kindergarten, you ask? What do you think?

There are four old people in two families, can they let go of such a rare and well-behaved grandson? Is going to kindergarten something that Caesar can say about himself?

Beverly Hills is one of the best schools in Los Angeles, and many of the children of Hollywood-based filmmakers attend this elementary school.

The classroom is not as big as Caesar's classroom in Huaxia in his previous life, and there are not many students, and when a group of little babies answer the teacher's questions, although they are not the greasy people with milky voices and long voices in Huaxia in their previous life, they are not something that Caesar can endure with the soul of an adult.

After staring at the beautiful head teacher with some freckles on his face for less than three minutes, Caesar was gone.

What he admired most was the protagonists in the novels he saw in his previous life, who happily accepted the fact of rebirth in less than five minutes after being reborn, and began a vigorous plagiarism life.

Caesar wanted to pull the neck of any of the protagonists and ask loudly, "Don't you want your relatives and friends from your previous life?!" Do you still have a heart? ”

Good! Even if you are still yourself after you are born again, don't you think about what happened to the world before you were born again?

Is Rebirth rewound like an audio tape, or is it a copy reopened in a parallel space?

If time is irreversible, if the so-called rebirth is just a parallel space to reopen a copy, it means that you have completely left all your relatives and friends in the original world, will they be sad?

Who will provide for the parents? If there is a wife and children, who will take care of the children? Do you miss them?

Even if you are an orphan, unmarried, without relatives, don't you have friends? You protagonists don't want these things, so you don't have the heart to start a new life?

Such a wolf-hearted person was actually reborn and began a nourishing life against the sky, no one thinks that God is blind, and no one thinks that this person is just a beast no matter how bullish he is?

Although Caesar was single in his last life, he has been thinking about his relatives and friends in his previous life for more than five years, and he often secretly wept and had to study a lot to divert his attention, even so, his family and neighbors in this life also found him to be a child who was often in a daze.

It's like the state of taking the first class now.

The teacher soon noticed that while the children were on the podium one by one to introduce themselves, Caesar, who was sitting in the last row, was staring out the window with blank eyes.

The female teacher, who was no more than thirty years old, was still very experienced, and she did not call Caesar right away, but waited for Caesar's turn in order to wait for his reaction.

As a result, the old man was stunned to find that when it was Caesar's turn, he actually kept his eyes blank and naturally got up and walked to the podium.

The slender limbs and proper cut show that the school's standard student suits have been upgraded to a higher level. The rich black hair is shaved in an unusual way, which looks out of place in the era when boys have been wearing long hair since kindergarten, but it is extremely eye-catching.

Caesar walked all the way from the back row to the podium, and in just a few seconds, he was the focus of attention for boys and girls.

"Hello everyone, my name is Caesar von Lawrence Lee, you can call me Caesar or you can call me Lee." Caesar's voice was lazy, his eyes not knowing where to look in the void, and he didn't look at the schoolchildren anyway.

"Are you referring to the ancient Roman emperor?" A white boy with blond hair and a superhuman back combed like an adult stood up and pointed at Caesar forcefully and asked, how did the posture of raising his arms look as contrived as he had been trained.

Caesar withdrew his gaze and glanced at the boy on his back with a look that didn't show the slightest hint of emotion.

"What's your name?" Caesar's tone was the same as the look in his eyes, and there was not much emotion.

"You didn't hear me introduce myself just now, or do you have a bad memory?" The boy on his back was a little angry.

Caesar just looked at him and didn't speak.

"My name is Justin McLean, and you remember it for me!" Justin glanced at the teacher's expression first, and found that the teacher didn't say anything, so he emphasized it angrily.

But when he was young, he didn't find that between the questions and answers that closely surrounded the name, he not only lost his momentum, but also lost face.

When Justin introduced himself just now, he thought he was perfect, his rehearsed tirade, his sunny handsomeness, his high spirits should still be fresh in people's minds, but no one remembered his name......

"So, Jason, uh...... Mr. Justin, did you know that it's rude to interrupt someone's self-introduction? Didn't your family give you a basic education? Also, what exactly is there that you don't understand? Caesar impatiently propped up the podium with his hands, looked at Justin condescendingly, and spoke so slowly that the class could hear his every word and understand his every hint of banter.

Caesar admits that he is so depraved, playing with six or seven-year-old children makes him feel good, makes him forget for a while about his relatives and friends in his past life, and makes him forget his anxiety about the future.

Most importantly, Caesar was opposed to entering this kind of second-generation specialized school in the first place. Most of the students in this school are the children of celebrities or wealthy people, and even the grandchildren of politicians.

The little princes and princesses were born with their own superior secondary two halos.

If a Texas rural elementary school encounters this kind of thorny second-stage advanced brain disabled child, Kaiser will definitely be surprised.

Caesar wasn't surprised to come across this at Beverly Hills Elementary School, not even surprised by Justin's statement that he wanted to rule the world.

It's the nature of most children born in honeypots, isn't it?

If the wind is windy, it will rain and rain, except for the relatives and elders in the family, there are only nannies and servants left to endure them, and suddenly they arrive at the school This kind of environment that emphasizes equality, it is like the slave owner of the southern manor has entered New York.

It's not pleasing to anyone!

No matter how precocious Justin was, he wasn't a reborn, and the little guy didn't hear it at all, "What the hell do you don't understand about me?" This sentence was very lethal to himself who wanted to interrogate Caesar.

But the sneers of a small group of classmates and the strange expressions of the teacher let him know that he was being ridiculed again.

However, he Justin didn't care.

[Why is he more concerned than me?] Just because he's taller? Just because he's more handsome than me? Alternative hairstyles? Or was it because he had the name of an emperor? The jealousy and ridicule of his teachers and classmates, as well as Caesar's ant-like gaze, nearly burned Justin's sanity.

"There's nothing I don't understand, I just want to ask you, do you know that Caesar is actually a surname? Do you know how Caesar died? Why did your parents give you that name? Did your parents think you would become emperor later? Or do they want you to die a tragic death like Caesar? "I finally resisted the urge to rush up and ruin that face,

Little Justin blushed and stiffened his neck, shouting out his question at an almost rap pace, as if he wouldn't have a chance to say it if he didn't say it again.

His grandfather was a Democratic senator of California, his father was a capitalist, and the whole family was decent and generous, and the family background and elders were too busy to discipline them, which caused Justin to always have the illusion that he was the prince of California.

This false Mary Sue-esque worldview was established only a few days before it was challenged by Caesar.

In short, the little guy insisted on humiliating Caesar while showing off to everyone in the class, my family is rich and powerful, and I am very knowledgeable, I know Rome, I know Caesar, hurry up and impress me!

The young female teacher finally couldn't hold back and raised her hand to cover her face.

What does it mean to be defeated without knowing it? This is a living example.

Out of jealousy, little Justin stood up and provoked first, and then was sarcastic and sarcastic like a machine gun, but his knowledge was not shown, and his demeanor and insight were completely exploded.

In fact, there are many female teachers of this kind of children, most of whom are driven out of the house at the age of eighteen and forced to fend for themselves, and are quickly disciplined by social education.

This is also the reason why there are many incidents of bullying on campus in the United States, but there are very few incidents of various second-generation bullying of lower-class civilians in society.

Hilton, Kardashian, Madonna, they are a few after all.

The governess was paying special attention to Caesar at the moment, and she somewhat understood why the family of the child on the podium had given the child a name after the famous Roman consul.

There is no need to look closely, everyone can see at a glance that Caesar is a special child, he is not particularly tall, but his limbs appear to be extraordinarily slender, and the languid temperament like a cat is particularly attractive.

When Caesar spoke, it was different from the American voice, a faint London accent, the speed of speech was slow, the voice was low, but it was exceptionally clear, and people couldn't help but calm down and listen carefully to every word he said.

Combined with the rap that little Justin just had, as if he didn't hurry up and say it, he wouldn't have a chance to say it, such a comparison......

After the comparison, the female teacher couldn't help but think: Isn't a child like Caesar the kind of person who is born like an emperor?

To put it bluntly, do those who hold authority need rap when they call the shots?

To put it a little racist, it is only the black race, who has been a slave for many years and has no right to speak for a long time, that can invent rap. There is an urgent need to cram everything you want to express in the hard-won short time for expression.

Does "Nobody Sleeps Tonight" take ten words to be sung in one second?

Or does "The Drunken Concubine" need to sing a dozen Chinese characters a second?

When do you see the general secretaries or presidents speak so fast? Which is not slow?

Except on some special occasions, the effect of speaking too fast is often contrary to the speaker's own wishes.