While everyone was waiting for Brooklyn's next move, as people waited for Brooklyn to return to court, as people speculated about how Brooklyn would handle what happened to him, and when people imagined how Brooklyn would participate in the recent bizarre situation in New York City, Brooklyn made a choice that everyone didn't expect.

April 12, the third day of discharge from the hospital in Brooklyn. The NYPD is in a tough battle with the New York medical oligarchy and the New York City Councilors.

Frank Reagan personally went down and held seven press conferences with the city councilor and the medical oligarchy in just three days, and the FDA, the IRS, the FBI, the city government, the state court, the major media, Wall Street and other forces were in a pot of porridge.

The New York City government shrank in its office building, shivering. The state government, under the orders of Mr. Governor, acts as a referee, does not get out of the field, does not intervene, does not express opinions, does not allow other state and federal forces to enter, and looks like 'I'm just a venue provider.'

Mr. Governor is entangled in a lawsuit and has no time to take care of anything else. Various groups in New York City organized demonstrations, political advocacy, affirmative action, and zero-dollar purchases...... It's a mess, and all kinds of demons and monsters are popping up.

The entire political and business community of New York State is swept up in it, and no one can stay out of it. In this case, Brooklyn turned out to be gone.

Late at night on April 11, a tourist photographed Brooklyn showing up at the airport, and the next day, the media revealed that Brooklyn had taken a plane to Boston, Massachusetts, last night.

When the people in New York City got the news, Brooklyn was walking down the streets of Boston City, pie in one hand, coffee in the other, and eating deliciously.

Ray followed Brooklyn step by step, vigilantly watching everyone who passed by Brooklyn, not even the children.

As soon as someone looked at Brooklyn more, or approached him, Ray would immediately step forward, stare directly at the other person, reach into his arms, and have a posture of 'if you look at me again, I will pull out a gun and biu you'.

"This is Boston." After Ray once again scared a little girl who was just over a meter old into tears, Brooklyn said helplessly.

"Boston is a mess." Ray nodded approvingly.

"I mean, I've read here, and I know the environment in Boston, so I don't have to be so nervous." Brooklyn tried to correct his expression.

"That was years ago." Ray disagreed, and he repeated it again

"Boston is a mess." As he spoke, he pointed to the corner in the distance to show Brooklyn. There's a robbery going on there, and a brilliant motorcycle rider is dragging a lady's bag, ready to leave.

But the lady clung to her bag and refused to let go. The brilliant motorcycle rider who was forced to helpless had no choice but to stop the bike and pull out his gun.

The lady immediately let go, raised her hands in the air, and obediently stepped back. The motorcycle rider tucked his bag into his arms and walked away.

Brooklyn looked at it with a black line on his face. In his memory, he had this kind of robbery when he was studying, it's almost 2020, why haven't the skills of these robbers improved at all?

New York is starting to play with electronic invasion, and Boston is still so retro.

"Okay, I'll be on campus later." Brooklyn retracted his gaze and shook his head.

Ray shook his head

"According to the statistical results, the number of federal school shootings has been on the rise in recent years. You're here to give a speech, and it's easy to get shot at by your opponents. ”

"That's Harvard's law school!" Brooklyn's eyes widened

"My alma mater."

"The gunman doesn't shoot one less bullet just because you're a graduate of Harvard Law School. You've just been shot 20. Ray replied solemnly.

Brooklyn raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender. Ray nodded in satisfaction. As Brooklyn was resuscitating in the operating room, David's questioning kept echoing in his head.

He returned to New York, not only to organize, but also to protect the safety of Brooklyn. He never wanted to go through that night again.

The lady who had been robbed by a 'vintage' motorcycle rider had called the police, and by the time the Boston patrol arrived, Brooklyn and Ray had already been riding to Harvard.

Stuffing the bag into the trash, Brooklyn strolls through the familiar and unfamiliar campus, soaking up the April sunshine and feeling a rare purity.

He was surrounded by groups of law students, walking in groups, some hurrying to class with books in their arms, some rushing to the library with backpacks, and some laughing and meeting where to play.

This relaxed atmosphere reminds Brooklyn of her school days. Because of the hurry in which Brooklyn came, Harvard did not make much publicity and preparation for it, and therefore, Brooklyn, which was strolling around the campus, was not 'chased and intercepted' by students.

After a brief conversation with John Manning after a walk around the Harvard campus, Brooklyn didn't stay in law school, but took Ray to a half-new apartment building 2 kilometers outside the campus.

Taking the elevator to the 7th floor, Brooklyn introduced Ray to his 'former home' like a tour guide.

He looked a little excited, a strange mood, proud, proud, and a little ostentatious. Along the way up the elevator, Brooklyn was chattering about everything that had happened in the 'House'.

He tells Ray about his debate with Wood Ward about what the professors are teaching, about their quarrel with them about studying jurisprudence, and how he fooled Wood Ward into his 'thief ship'.

"That's where I learned how to make Chinese food." The elevator doors opened, and Brooklyn leaned sideways, pointing outside.

The apartment he had rented was the one facing the elevator door.

"Are you sure?" Listening to how wonderful the 'former residence' is all the way, Lei raised his eyebrows and asked. Brooklyn turned his head and saw a young man standing in the doorway kissing, kissing and undressing as he opened the door.

"Uh......" Brooklyn was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain it.

"This is what you call Harvard? Tsk~" Ray sarcastically sarcastically as if he didn't see Brooklyn's embarrassment.

Just now, Brooklyn was introducing him to the good students of Harvard! The young couple who were caught in a hot kiss also noticed the situation on the elevator side, and they glared at Brooklyn and Ray viciously, their eyes swept over Thunder's bulging arms, cursed in a low voice, and slammed the door shut.

In less than three seconds, there was a deliberate loud moan in the hallway. Brooklyn and Ray looked at each other.

"Let's go." Brooklyn hid his face and said in shame

"I'll show you around the law school campus." Ray nodded and pressed 1st floor

"Hopefully we won't see such a hot scene." ……………… Back on campus, Brooklyn took Ray and tried to avoid being close to the couple's date, and finally took a thrilling turn.

By this time, the school had put up a sign in Brooklyn and was promoting his open class. Passing by his sign, Brooklyn felt a little embarrassed.

It doesn't look like a public class, it looks like a book signing. Brooklyn tried to call John Manning to discuss removing the sign, but the call didn't go through.

John Manning is in class. Five minutes later, John Manning's assistant hurried in and took Brooklyn to see the classroom for the afternoon open class and gave a briefing on the school's preparations for the open class.

Harvard, as one of the most ranked schools in the Federation, often has celebrities who come to give lectures or give public lectures, but these people are different from Brooklyn.

Those people are outsiders, and Brooklyn is their own. Brooklyn's arrival at Harvard as soon as he was discharged from the hospital shows the importance he attaches to his alma mater, which makes all Harvard people very satisfied and more prepared.

Brooklyn didn't really have many requirements for classrooms and equipment, and he had prepared the content of the public class in advance, and he didn't need strange teaching aids.

A brief look at the classroom to confirm that there are enough seats, and that the microphone and screen are in good condition is enough. …………………… Like his hapless ally, Brooklyn is actually very prestigious among the youth community.

Coupled with the fact that he was born in an orthodox Harvard law school, this made him very famous at Harvard. For the same Harvard Law School graduates, there is also a distinction in the legitimacy of the roots.

Harvard Law School admits three types of students: the first is for students with a legal education and provides them with a one-year study opportunity.

The second is for bachelor's degree students who have not received legal education and provides them with the opportunity to receive legal education, and the third is for the first type of graduates to provide them with further education opportunities.

Brooklyn belongs to the third group, the most orthodox Harvard Law student, and the mainstream of Harvard Law School.

His ruthlessness and harshness in his treatment of prisoners, his rationality and fairness in trials, and the revelation of complex cases that he has continued to handle in recent years have made Brooklyn one of the most brilliant and respected of Harvard's younger alumni.

Harvard students are not blind to their admiration for Brooklyn, they do not love the house and the black like chasing stars, and think that what Brooklyn does is absolutely correct, and this admiration is due to rational research and discussion, and their love for his style of acting.

If one day, Brooklyn no longer remains just and rational. The admiration for him will also go with justice and reason.

In short, Brooklyn is an ideal template for Harvard Law students, a life purpose. Especially his origins.

Raised by two older children from the welfare home, he has worked hard step by step to reach today's status and achieved something, which has inspired countless students without family backgrounds to help them survive many difficulties and survive cold and dark nights.

While Brooklyn may not have known it, his story was an inspiration to many.

The humanistic environment of the Federation determines that college students here are not naïve, and they realize the importance of parents, family, and connections earlier.

The son of a councillor and a child in a slum often reap very different things, even if they put in the same effort.

Children who come out of the slums may not even be able to step through the gates of Harvard, while the sons of parliamentarians can easily stroll around the campus with just a letter of recommendation.

But this does not mean that Brooklyn's fame only works among ordinary and even poor students, but that his fame is even louder among those who come from better backgrounds and have better family backgrounds.

Because of their parents, they know Brooklyn better than the average student, understand Brooklyn's energy in the judicial community, and understand Brooklyn's influence.

While the average student is still using his Brooklyn upbringing to motivate themselves and focus on who Brooklyn is, they have set their sights on what Brooklyn stands for and what it can say.

At Harvard Law School, in New York, Brooklyn is the real 'big shot'! As a result, the Brooklyn open class was full early.

Many students brought computers and voice recorders and took this open class seriously. Many of them were preparing to go to the court for internships, and they planned to make a brilliant performance in this public class, so that they could stand out and be remembered by Brooklyn.

At 2:13 p.m., there are 17 minutes left before the open class. Brooklyn was in the office chatting with John Manning.

His trip to Boston was scheduled for a public lecture, a referral by John Manning, a formal acquaintance with the Harvard department, an acceptance of the title of professor emeritus, and a conference that may not have been brief.

In the office, Brooklyn's chat with John Manning was not a shocking event, they were talking about school, the past, the time they spent in Brooklyn, and the success of future generations of Harvard students.

After chatting for a while, John Manning looked a little tired. Normally John Manning would take a break at noon, but today there was a Brooklyn 'disturbance', and he couldn't keep up with his old habits.

Brooklyn saw his exhaustion and offered to go to the classroom. According to the arrangement, John Manning will make an opening introduction, leading to Brooklyn.

John Manning didn't deny it, and happily agreed. Leaving the office, Brooklyn walked behind John Manning, following suit.

In the spacious corridor, there is bright sunlight shining through the windows, shining on people, warm.

John Manning's steps weren't fast, which made Brooklyn, who was already a lot taller than John Manning, walk even slower.

Neither of them spoke, but walked slowly, passing by the portraits of the alumni. Brooklyn stared at John Manning in front of him, a little distracted.

After a noon contact, John Manning behaved like an old grandfather in the house next door, amiable, and completely without the courage to be a representative of Harvard Law School.

This old man, who was even a little shorter than the Federal Minister of Justice had seen, behaved like an old man who was about to die, and his whole body exuded the smell of decay.

Brooklyn understands why John Manning campaigned for himself in the midst of racism. Maybe it's not just because I've given enough, maybe there's something else.

At that time, he negotiated with John Manning in a gentle and deferential tone, and in words that bordered on persecution.

“…… Let's have Brooklyn Lee ......" When Brooklyn came to his senses, John Manning was already standing in the classroom, clapping and smiling and nodding at him.

The classroom was bursting with applause. Brooklyn cleaned up the mess and stepped into the classroom.

"I'll leave it to you." John Manning approached Brooklyn, patted him on the shoulder, handed him the microphone, and smiled and encouraged.