gentleman's manor

"This is simply unreasonable. My master is the son of the honorable Earl Femont, and you actually arranged for a merchant's son to live next door!"

I walked out the door and saw a few people standing in the corridor.

The two male servants and the two teenagers were confronting each other, and the dormitory master was very confused.

"Since they come to Locke to study, they are all students of the school, how can they be divided into different identities?" The dormitory supervisor said: "And the students have already moved in, so it is not easy to change the dormitory."

"My mother said a long time ago that you should stay away from these businessmen covered in copper. If she knows that I live next door to a businessman's son, she will definitely faint from fright." A fat little boy raised his chin and said: "I heard that Locke School is the best school for nobles. My father sent me to study there. I didn't expect that even the sons of merchants who came from inferior people were taken in. Sure enough, it's hard to live up to its reputation."

Opposite him was a teenager with dark hair and eyes. His body was unusually thin, so he looked extraordinarily slender. He probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing. His face was flushed and he looked nervous.

The dormitory supervisor shook his head in embarrassment: "The room needs to be cleaned up separately, and it can't be done today."

"Oh, it's unbelievable." The chubby noble boy said, "I'm going to write a letter to tell my mother what happened here. I believe she is very willing to discuss this matter with her friends. By then, Locke School will lose its reputation." Far away."

The aristocratic boy was blond and fair-skinned, unfortunately he was a chubby little man. I guess he held his head up vigorously because of the thick double chin, but it made him look like a supercilious little bastard.But the black-haired boy opposite him was at a loss, looking pitiful as if he had done something wrong.

I hesitated for a while, and then I went forward: "Good afternoon, gentlemen, I heard your dispute, if you don't mind, I can cooperate with you to change the room."

The dormitory supervisor in a black school robe drew a cross on his chest, as if he had been saved, bent down and said to me: "What a good boy, thank you for your willingness to help."

The black-haired boy exaggeratedly let out a sigh of relief, and said to me cautiously: "Thank you." Then he ordered the servant to pack his luggage as if fleeing.

The fat boy still raised his chin and looked at people from the corner of his eyes. He glanced up and down at me, and said to me like a gift: "Excuse me, what's your name?"

I was a little dumbfounded by his attitude, but I still smiled at him politely: "Hello, Adam Constantine, my father is Mr. Dean Constantine, the owner of Quint Manor in Kent."

I use the word Mr. to describe my father, which means that he is just a landowner and squire, not a nobleman with a title.

Fatty snorted, nodded, and admitted my identity.

Then he put a pair of small hands behind his back, straightened his spine and said, "Hello, Your Majesty Edward Fairmont, the youngest son of Earl Fairmont, please give me your advice in the future."

Although he said a lot of advice, his attitude was still high and his nose was raised to the sky. This kind of attitude really made people want to raise their fists and beat him up.

I didn't want to cause trouble, but I just couldn't bear to see the merchant's child being bullied, so I bent down to the little noble as much as possible and said, "It's my honor."

Little Fatty seemed very satisfied with my understanding, he said: "Thank you for today's matter, if you have time, you can come to my place as a guest, excuse me first." After speaking, he walked back to the room with great strides .

Looking at this child's virtuous behavior, I couldn't laugh or cry.He probably learned this style from the adults at home. It's just that a young boy who is still childish does this. Not only does he not have majesty, but he looks very childish.

I shook my head, and was about to turn around and leave when I suddenly remembered the name he had just announced.

"Edward Fairmont? Could it be that Fairmont?" I looked at his door suspiciously.

In my last life, I worked as a recorder in a factory in London. At that time, a very sensational incident spread throughout the streets of London.

The youngest son of an aristocrat was brought to court for murder. The court sentenced him to 30 lashes and exiled him to the colony for five years.His father didn't know why, instead of protecting his son, he announced that he would sever ties with him.Just when everyone thought that this incident had disappeared, five years later, the protagonist of the story returned from the colony, brought with him the status of an upstart and a wealth of wealth, and entered the House of Commons with the support of the new aristocracy.

The reason why I was so impressed with this sensational lord is that some people scolded me that I and this lord Femont are like evil spirits from hell.It is said that this lord also has a long scar on his face because of the whipping, and he has a dark and cruel personality, and has entered the parliament through many despicable means.

Judging by the virtues of that little fat man Er Que just now, he probably isn't the same person, I thought.

When I exchanged rooms with the merchant's son, I learned that his name was John Martin, a very modest name.

John had a very good impression of me because of my help just now. He looks like a very timid person, but now he has the courage to get close to me.

"Did I... did I offend him?" John asked me nervously.

"Don't pay attention to him, he is only the earl's son, not the earl himself, what are you afraid of?" I said.

"But when I came here, my father told me to get along well with my classmates here. If he knew that I offended the young master of the noble family, he would definitely teach me a lesson." John said fearfully.

John came from a typical nouveau riche family. I heard that his father found a relationship with a member of Parliament and opened a textile factory in Oxfordshire. Very luxurious.But when he wanted to deal with some local gentlemen, he found that no one paid attention to him except those who borrowed money, and even the upper class of the whole county laughed at him.

John's father understood the whole story and knew that people ridiculed him because of his status as a businessman. In order to change this, he tried his best to send his son to this aristocratic school by asking people everywhere, in an attempt to seek a fundamental change in status. .John understands this, but it is a pity that he was a country boy who knew nothing before he came to school, and he couldn't get along with these gentlemen and high-status kids, which meant that he would be rejected as soon as he came. despise.

If I hadn't lived through a previous life, I might have treated John like any other kid, but I didn't.Gods above, let a person who has experienced death return to the world. The merciful God has mercy on me. I should cherish this hard-won opportunity and not disappoint the merciful Lord.

School is back and life is extremely busy.

Don't think that the study and life in noble schools is easy. Let me, who has attended a charity school, tell you that the study and life in upper-class schools is more difficult.

We are busy almost from the moment we open our eyes. We are full of study, sports, entertainment, and social arrangements. If you are tired, you will fall asleep as soon as you go to bed at night.Of course, the premise is that you take your studies seriously. As a high-class boy, if you don't study, no one will care about you.Because the aristocratic and gentleman class has high requirements for enjoying life, you don't need to study at all for this. As long as you have land inheritance, you will always be a gentleman.

I'm not here for enjoyment, my purpose is to be able to enter university and get a real gentleman's status, so I have to be diligent. £350 may seem like a lot but my year at this school costs me close to £200 and unless I get a scholarship I won't be able to make it to graduation.

As a psychological adult, basic practical knowledge is not a problem for me. The difficulty lies in those lace courses, such as literature, painting, music, fencing, etc., but I am not the ladies waiting to get married in the boudoir. , Horse riding and other things are fine, painting and playing the piano are really terrible.

Other students do well in these subjects because they have been taught to do so from an early age because of their ancestry.Although I am also the son of a gentleman, it is a pity that my father ignored me at all. Mrs. Jenny was only thinking about fighting with Brother William all day long, so she naturally treated me as an invisible person. I almost let my childhood go, Like those wild children outside, playing wildly in the wasteland all day long.Don't talk about painting and playing the piano, it's not bad if I don't climb trees every day to dig out bird eggs.

So in the painting class, my painting teacher looked at me with a horrible face, he shook his head regretfully and said: "Mr. Constantine, I have to regret to say that you have no talent in painting at all, you have to work harder .But Mr. Martin has done a good job, very smart."

I looked at the lump on my canvas and smiled awkwardly.Look at John again, he is really talented in painting, although he is a novice, but he is much better than me.

As a child of a merchant family, he couldn't even read and spell fluently before he came to school, so his academic performance was very bad. Not only the students looked down on him, but even the teachers didn't like him.I seemed to be his only friend, and he followed me all day.

A student glanced at John's paintings, and murmured to the people around him: "I guess he can become a painter after graduation, and sell paintings on the street with an easel."

It was a muttering, the voice was so loud that everyone could hear it, and the laughter of the students sounded around, and John's face turned red.

The painting teacher reprimanded angrily: "Keep quiet! Be quiet!"

After class, the student still didn't let John go, and came over to laugh at him and said, "Hey! Hillbilly, why don't you go back home, this is not a place for upstarts like you to come to."

John faltered, looking like he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to refute a word.

I sighed and stepped forward and said, "Peter, be tolerant when you are alive, lest you go to hell when you die. You must know that life is short, but death is a long time."

Pete's face turned red with anger when he heard what I said. He pointed at me and trembled all over: "You, how dare you say such things to me! How dare you curse me to hell! I'm going to write a letter to tell my father .”

"Write it, write it, and see if your father will write a letter to scold me, or laugh at you for being cowardly and useless." I shot back.

I believe he won't cause trouble, we are both sons of squires with the same status, and his father will not write to my father to sue my son for his son's petty dispute with his classmates.But if it's a young master of the aristocratic class, I have to weigh it before I make a grudge with them.Simon helped me hide the fact that I was going to school. My father thought I was studying in that charity school with an annual fee of 4 pounds. I had to keep a low profile so that he would not find out.

Pete stared at us angrily, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he greeted loudly: "Edward, Edward, look at this guy, he actually defends the son of this upstart."

Hearing his complaint, I feel even more helpless, boy, don't you sue your father, have you sued your classmates?