America 1982

As soon as he returned to Warwick, standing outside the main entrance of Lincoln High School, Tommy Hawke issued the latest action order to his two best friends.

Seeing the principal, vice president, and provost, Tommy Hawke, who was eager to run out from the teaching building, said:

"History has taught us that if there had not been an accident like Princeton, the principal would never have knelt down to us and welcomed us back to school with the same attitude they welcomed Lincoln."

"Tommy~" Otilia reminded from the side.

Tommy ignored the beautiful teacher's reminder and continued: "So, be prepared for the worst. We have to conduct this summer camp without Princeton and without support."

After saying that, he threw the list of demands he had made long ago to Dennis:

"Dennis, you are responsible for taking care of the most basic fundraising, textbooks, sports equipment, etc., and activating your connections and charm in the local high school community. I just want to see the final number! Don't tell me that you can't handle it, American youth student leader and St. Vincent Mr. Honorary Citizen and Chief of the St. Vincent National Police! One last thing to remind you, you do this without any financial support! This is the most basic thing. Even if there is no business coming, you still need to be prepared.”

"Are you sure? I even saw on it that you wrote one hundred and twenty fucking American high school curriculum textbooks!" Dennis took a look at the densely packed demands on it and said to Tommy: "This is not my high school. Students can do it! Do you know how expensive a textbook is? More expensive than a fucking bag of hemp!"

"Then forget that you are a high school student, use your brain, and display your unique wisdom as an American youth leader praised by Prime Minister Madoff!" Tommy didn't even look at the other person, and turned to look at Pam on the other side.

Dennis gave Tommy the middle finger, turned around with the list, cursed and left without entering the school.

Pam was still looking at Carly's photos. To be honest, Tommy felt that Carly might be hungry and hadn't seen a white high school student for too long, so she ended up with Pam, an otaku who didn't have any experience with girls in American high schools. become friends.

"Pam! Stop staring at Carly's photos and get crazy! Take the photos and documentaries you took before. I don't care if you know photography technology or design, but there are related clubs in the school. You can try to persuade them to help you and sell your looks. Okay, everything is fine. In short, I need to see a promotional page and a promotional video as soon as possible. I will provide the text to you later! And you are luckier than Dennis, you have financial support of up to fifty yuan!" Tommy Hawke patted Pam on the shoulder, snatched the photo of beautiful Carly from his hand, and said loudly:

"You'd better do it, otherwise I will be your love rival, woo Carly, and then send you some intimate photos with her for your good friend to appreciate! Let you send us your blessings with tears in your eyes !”

Pam reached out to snatch the photo back and cursed continuously: "Of course! F*ckYou Tommy! I will do my best to prevent Carly from being taken over by you, a bastard."

Then he looked up at the three principals who were getting closer and closer, turned around and walked along the side path towards the campus, apparently in the direction of the photography club.

"That's it! Get this done and protect your Carly, otherwise I'm definitely interested in telling Carly how Dennis's breasts swelled up! Make her believe that you and Dennis are a gay couple! Then talk to me Let’s wish you and Dennis a happy bed together!” Tommy said behind Pam.

After Pam left, Tommy Hawke looked at the three principals a few meters away and said to Otilia next to him:

"I bet they're going to pretend they didn't hear what I just said."

Sure enough, after walking the last few meters, the principal, Mr. Mendez, said with a kind smile: "Miss Farrell, classmate Tommy Hawke, I'm glad to see you are back safely, and we have a surprise for you. "

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"You told Holy Cross High School and several other high schools that are better than our high school about this? Is this a surprise? I thought you would give us a checkbook for five thousand or ten thousand dollars." Principal's Office Inside, Tommy Hawk stared blankly at the principal of his high school, Mr. Mendez, who was trying to remain serious and dignified, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The principal ignored Tommy's second half of the question about financial support and only gave an answer to his first question:

"Actually, it's not just that. I called all the high schools that had held exchange competitions with our high school before and won big scores and humiliated us without the spirit of a gentleman. I told them that Princeton University professors were coming to attend our Lincoln High School competition. Summer camp, guess what, they sounded the same as I did when I was humiliated.”

"But we haven't contacted Princeton yet, and we don't know if they will see our plan and whether they can actually attend." Tommy frowned in confusion.

The principal hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Child, this is the problem. After I calmed down, I thought for a long time and felt that if I wasn't crazy, then the unknown professor at Princeton was crazy. In order to avoid having an empty joy, So I made a phone call first to piss off those guys, after all, they used my grades to humiliate me, so even without the Princeton professors, we wouldn’t have achieved anything.”

Tommy Hawke looked at Otilia next to him and said to the principal: "We need to confirm some information first, Mr. Principal, before we can judge whether it is true. Please give Miss Farrell and I ten minutes. "

The two left the principal's office and returned to Otilia's office.

Tommy told Otilia his guess.

"You mean, am I being pretentious? My godfather didn't actually help us?" Otilia's eyes widened: "Is this what you think of from Dennis's words?"

Tommy Hawke nodded: "I think it is, at least higher than the 50% possibility, maybe 55% or 60%? You were no different back then than you are now. You are just being sentimental."

"You mean my godfather only loves me 40%?" Otilia glanced at Tommy dissatisfied.

Tommy tilted his head and gestured to the phone on the table: "Call your father or your godfather, and we will know how much they love you."

"Tommy, I think you are disrespectful to my godfather, and I have called him before. Although they did not admit it, we can't find any other reason." Although Otilia sounded dissatisfied, she still picked up the phone and dialed Called his godfather's phone number.

An emotionless female voice rang on the other end of the phone: "This is the Office of the Superintendent of Public Instruction of the State of Rhode Island."

"Oh..." Otilia was a little nervous, covering the receiver and whispered to Tommy: "This is the first time I called him during working hours."

"Miss?" the other person on the phone asked.

Otilia let go of the hand covering the receiver: "I'm Otilia Farrell, the college admissions counselor at Lincoln High School in Warwick. I'd like to speak to Mr. Frank Chaffee on the phone."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"Business phone or personal phone?"

"private phone."

"Then I'm afraid Mr. Frank Chaffee can't answer your call for the time being. He accompanied the Secretary of State to Switzerland for a week-long visit earlier today. I can register your phone number and wait for Mr. Frank Chaffee to come back. Tell him again."

"Okay, thank you." Otilia hung up the phone and looked at Tommy Hawke: "He accompanied the Secretary of State on a visit abroad."

"But I can still call my father. I think if my godfather helps me, he must know about it." Otilia thought for a while, told Tommy, and dialed a number again.

Soon, a gentle female voice sounded over there: "This is the office of the president of Hailine Shipping Industry."

"Daisy? I'm Otilia." Hearing the female voice, Otilia said, "Is my father here?"

"Of course, he is looking at the documents, but I don't think he will refuse your call, Miss Farrell. Mr. Farrell, your daughter is calling, line 1." After the secretary helped connect, he cut off his own line.

"You rarely call me during working hours, Otilia, what's the matter?" Father's voice quickly rang on the other end of the phone, with the sound of paper when he quickly flipped through documents.

Otilia said: "I know you are working, Dad, but there is something I want to figure out now. I...I sent an application to my godfather's office a few days ago."

"Then you didn't give that high school student a chance to trade as you said to me, right? You didn't modify it and sent it directly to your godfather. Yes, he called me before to inquire about the situation. I regret the trade. It has not been achieved, but your godfather said that he can still provide you with some necessary support. After all, Lincoln High School is too stingy. I'm sorry that I didn't admit it when you asked me last time. I think, since you didn't do what I said, I I don’t want to ruin your and the students’ enthusiasm,” Farrell said while flipping through the documents.

"But what my godfather did was a bit too exaggerated. Dad, you scared me and my students." Otilia received a positive reply from her father, and looked at Tommy with her eyes as if demonstrating, still seeming to be dissatisfied. He questioned the favor shown to her by his father and godfather and was dissatisfied.

Mr. Farrell said obviously absentmindedly: "I understand that poor boys in public high schools are indeed scared, but shouldn't you thank your godfather? It's not me who gives you support."

"I'll call him again and thank him, Dad, you know between public high schools and Princeton..."

"Daughter, I have an internal meeting in five minutes. I need to use this time to read through the information, and then I have to fly to the Miami Boat Show to meet with clients. You can call your godfather to thank him. I am officially here in the summer. I was a little busy before, after all, rich people are busy buying yachts and starting vacations during this period..." Seeing that his daughter was about to continue chatting, Farrell could only admit that he was very busy at work now.

"Okay, dad, goodbye." Otilia hung up the phone knowingly.

"Sealine Shipping Industry? Wow." Tommy Hawk heard clearly from the side and sighed with emotion at this time.

He is no stranger to this brand now. The two boats owned by Bethea's foster family are both products of this company. Tony also helped to adjust them, one for playing in the river and one for playing in the river. It is a well-known offshore motor sailing company in Rhode Island and Massachusetts that allows the whole family to go out for fishing trips.

"Now is it certain that the Princeton incident is related to my godfather? My father admitted it." Otilia lowered her head and exhaled, looking at Tommy: "Although you doubted them just now, Tommy, I still have to say, I I won’t change your application, it’s your idea, and you heard that although my father was arrogant before, he didn’t insist on writing my name on it just now.”

"I'm going to come up with a detailed and complete plan first." Tommy Hawke walked out of Otilia's office, thinking about the information he had obtained, and subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it in the corridor: "I always feel that certain links It must be different than what we think.”

The serious provost happened to pass by and saw Tommy Hawk standing smoking in the school like a skilled chain smoker.

"Sorry, Mrs. Wharton..." Tommy threw the cigarette on the ground in a hurry, trying to explain.

Mrs. Wharton looked at Tommy expressionlessly, then turned around and walked back to the original path: "Tommy Hawke, if the proposal attracts university professors, you and your cigarette on the floor will be included in the school honors That's a sign of your maturity, but if you don't succeed, I will arrange for the strictest adolescent psychological growth teacher to take care of you and teach you what it means to abide by school rules."

At this time Otilia also walked out of the office: "Tommy, I seem to know what the surprise the principal said."

"What?" Tommy picked up the cigarette that had been stepped on and extinguished it, put it in his mouth and lit it again.

Otilia took the note she had just recorded: "The administrative office called me and asked me for information about the summer camp, because parents from the schools where the principal called to show off actually called the administrative office to inquire about our summer camp. "

"Did the principal leak it on purpose?" Tommy's eyes lit up: "Yes, the principal taught me a lesson. It doesn't matter whether the Princeton professor comes or not. It's best if he comes. If he doesn't come, he still has to make money, and he can make the money that he once humiliated. The money of high school students in his schools is too much, and Mr. Mendez is not qualified as the principal. If the president asks him to be an economic adviser, the U.S. economy may be better."

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