"Thirty-six children, all of them came. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After seeing John's arrival, Su Li, the Chinese chef of the Huntelaar family, hurriedly greeted him and introduced: "Some of the children who were not accustomed to the soil when they first came here have also improved, and they are in good spirits today. ”

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Smiling slightly, John praised his chef at the right time.

Traveling thousands of miles from China to North America, and then from coast to coast, the long journey was naturally a heavy burden for these children. Due to the exhaustion and the lack of adaptation, several children collapsed as soon as they arrived in New York. Naturally, John immediately sent a doctor from his own hospital, and Su Li's Chinese food was waiting, and finally made them slowly get better.

"Two, this is John? Mr. Huntelaar. ”

"Sir, these two are Chinese teachers sent by Mr. Yung Hong to the United States to take care of the children, one is Mr. Liu Fu and the other is Mr. Yan Zhengsheng."

"Good morning, both."

Seeing the two yellow people with nervous faces, John suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and hurriedly took the initiative to greet him with a smile. Although Su Li usually dangles in front of his eyes every day, but for the sake of taking care of other people, the two communicate in English most of the time, plus Su Li has long cut his braids, and he is usually dressed in Western style, so after a long time, John subconsciously did not regard him as a Chinese.

The two in front of me had braids and long coats, and the feeling was completely different.

"Morning, good morning, Mr. Huntelaar."

Even if he had long learned from Rong Hong that John was a China expert, but seeing a "ghost guy" holding his fist at him, and then saying a smooth Beijing film, the two Chinese teachers who came with the international students were still instantly stunned. Fortunately, these two people were carefully selected by Rong Hong, and immediately came to his senses, Yan Zhengsheng immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Huntelaar's Chinese is really good, if you don't see anyone, you really can't hear that you are an American." ”

"Huh."

With a chuckle, John nodded and said, "Two, let's go to the classroom first, don't let the children wait long."

Thirty-six children, no less than one sitting in the classroom.

Short and thin, that's the first impression most children have of John, just like most of the children he saw on the streets of China a decade or so ago. The only difference is that with the help of teachers at Stanford and other schools, the students have changed into school uniforms that may not fit well, and the braids on their heads have obviously been washed and cared for, and there is no such dirty feeling.

Even most of the eyes were timid when they saw John.

"Remember, it's 1895!"

The moment he saw these children, John's heart fluttered and he also warned himself in time.

In the world of 1895, even many children in Europe and the United States were in a state of malnutrition, for example, there were a large number of child laborers in American factories, who had to work more than ten hours a day for a meager income. But when he saw these children from his own country, looking at their thin bodies and frightened expressions, John's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Compared to them, the children of more than 100 years are so happy.

Although John's family was not rich when he was a child in his previous life, it was no problem to eat well, and in this life, under the protection of his mother Elizabeth and grandfather Old Huntelaar, he never suffered anything, and most of the people he usually came into contact with were people above the middle class, so when he saw these anxious children at first glance, and then thought of what happened to his motherland in the East, his heart was sour.

But now is not the time to show patriotic feelings, seeing the frightened eyes of these children, John's brows furrowed, and then quickly relaxed, and said softly with a smile on his face: "Hello everyone, my name is John? Huntelaar is one of your teachers...... That's what Mr. Private School means, haha. “

John's fluency in Chinese naturally startled the thirty-six children.

But the effect is also very obvious, originally these children were told that there would be a big man today, who could decide the fate of their study abroad, they were already very nervous, and after John came in, his height of one meter nine formed a natural sense of oppression, and many people were under great pressure in their hearts. But at this moment, hearing the very familiar Chinese from John's mouth, and it was still a very kind and soft tone, some children's nervousness was suddenly eased a little.

Of course, it is impossible to completely calm down.

So John didn't put up a stand, but sat down next to a seemingly random child who looked the oldest, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?" How old is this year? Where is home? ”

Perhaps because of the eldest child, although the child who faced John directly was a little nervous, he still stood up and replied fluently: "Sir, my name is Yan Fuqing, I am thirteen years old, and I am from Songjiang Mansion!" ”

"Thirteen?"

After hearing this answer, John was slightly stunned.

According to the agreement between him and Rong Hong, the children sent to the United States should be strictly limited to between the ages of eight and twelve, how could a thirteen-year-old suddenly run out?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huntelaar."

Seeing that John's expression was different, Yan Zhengsheng hurriedly explained: "This child is my distant nephew...... Although he was more than a year old, he had a good foundation and was fluent in English, so I asked Mr. Yung to send him over...... By the way, all his tuition fees are paid by his family, and he doesn't need to occupy those thirty places. ”

"Oh, that's right."

After listening to the other party's explanation, John nodded knowingly.

I have to say that Rong Hong is still very particular, although John repeatedly promised to solve all the children's study abroad expenses, but the old man Rong still tried his best to help. So in the end, although the number of people was six more than agreed, Rong Hong also sent a huge sum of nearly 10,000 US dollars, which was almost enough for their expenses throughout the year. Some of this money was financed by the enlightened squire, and four were paid by the children's families themselves.

This child named Yan Fuqing is probably one of the four children.

"Huh?"

As soon as he figured out the reason why this child was overage, a flash of lightning flashed in John's mind, making him instantly stunned as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt!

"Goo-dong!"

His throat throbbed heavily, his body stiffened and turned in the direction of the child, and John asked in a dull and trembling voice, "You...... You just said, what's your name?! Which word are they? ”

"Sir, my name is Yan Fuqing."

Blinking his eyes, the boy replied a little blankly: "Yan Zhenqing's face, the blessing of blessing, the celebration of celebration!" ”

"Oh my god!"

After confirming that the other party coincided with the name in his memory, John suddenly gasped and almost screamed in shock!

This......

Why did this great god come? (To be continued.) )