Chicago 1990

　　 Unfortunately, Song Ya didn't wait for her call, but waited for the beginning of school...

　　 The day before school started, he first visited Michelle, and the photos were washed out.

　　 "This...hahaha..."

In the photo, Mandela, with gray hair, bent over and supported the back of the chair with one hand, and Song Ya held the other hand on his arm. He turned his head slightly and was talking to Song Ya. The two looked at each other. There is a natural smile on his face. Under the faint sunset, the whole picture is slightly reddish, but it can give the viewer a proper warmth.

　　 "People who don't know will think you are his grandson!" Michelle handed the photo to Song Ya, laughing forward and backward.

Song Ya is very satisfied with this photo. The staff member’s camera skills are very poor, but it happened to hit the Universiade with this one. “Art often comes from inadvertently.” He pretended to be forced and put this piece of Sun Qing' carefully put it into the yellow bag of the Kodak print shop, "I have to buy a photo frame and mount it." It will depend on it for applying to prestigious schools in the future.

　　 He noticed that the photo of Michelle and Mandela had been framed in a frame, next to him and a young black man.

　　 "Your boyfriend is very handsome."

He casually complimented and took out another check for two thousand dollars, "According to my current income, it is time to start contributing to equal rights activities." He put the check on Michelle's desk. At the airport that day, Michelle A chat about his income reminded him that after returning, he discussed with Hayden a more appropriate figure.

　　 "I thank you on behalf of the organization, great composer."

　　 Michelle smiled and pressed the beeper to let the staff in to go through the formalities of accepting donations.

As soon as he got home, he put the photos into the photo frame he bought back along the way, and put it in the honour corner already prepared in the bedroom. There was only a solitary plastic trophy for the best newcomer composition in March. It was Daniel who made a small magazine show it. Made up now...

　　 But after the RIAA (Recording Industry Association of the United States) has confirmed the sales of second-hand stores and De Klerk, several platinum record peripheral awards will begin to fill here.

The second-hand store double platinum has stabilized and is making an impact on triple platinum. However, the studio version of Old Joe and Little Lowry is a big setback. Not only failed to pull back the bulletin board rankings to save the buying spirit, but also made SBK lose confidence and cancelled. The release plan for the subsequent mixed version of dance music.

To De Klerk has been on fire since the beginning of the month, and the sales at the end of the month have exceeded the million line of platinum records. The current sales momentum and billboard rankings are slightly lower. It is estimated that Mira will be on the cover girl of VOGUE next month. Let's get warmer. But this song also has flaws, many radio stations and public places are not suitable for broadcasting, and the audience is somewhat narrow.

Then there are various music awards for the 1990 annual summary at the end of the year and the beginning of next year, which may also add a bit of glory to Song Ya’s corner of honor, but those he currently does not care about, many awards require a lot of energy and financial resources. , I can only wait to see how active SBK is.

　　 The picture of the sweet South African girl, he also picked the one that was most satisfactory, and put it in the "book can say no".

　　 After a good night's sleep, Aunt Susie drove him and Emily to the new school early the next morning.

　　 "Bye..." At the door, he separated from Emily wearing a brand-new school uniform, and went to different grades. Song Ya's mental age made him not like wearing school uniforms. He still wears ordinary T-shirts and cowboys.

　　Walking into the high school, I didn’t know each other for the first time, so I randomly found a white girl who was passing by and asked, "Excuse me, you know the tenth grade..."

　　 Before he finished the sentence, a strong force came from behind, which slammed him forward, and then someone leaned in his ear and whispered: "Stay away from my girl, Nger..."

It’s really bad luck. He didn’t expect to avoid campus bullying in this carefully selected new school. He smiled helplessly, and he saw a tall white boy in a football team uniform. Well, he was still a football team. Of...Huh? White man?

　　 The problem is serious now, who has given the white people the power to call NGe? It seems that I have been discriminated against for the second time after crossing.

　　 He was stunned.

　　 "This kid was frightened by you, Brad!" The little attendant beside the white boy laughed at Song Ya's reaction.

　　 "Stay away from her!" The white rugby team member named Brad repeated the warning and triumphantly hugged the girl into a classroom in front.

　　 Song Ya slowed down for a long time before he came back. He wasn't a counselor, just now... the third apocalypse came suddenly.

　　 The strange thing is that this time it is not a song, but a two-minute movie...It seems to be a fragment of a movie.

　　 He stood there and recollected it several times, then he grinned and smiled.

　　 "Cough!"

He cleared his throat first, and tried to make his voice as loud as possible when he waited, then put the schoolbag in his hand and sorted the instrument against the glass of the bulletin board, then took a big step and walked into the room. classroom.

　　 "Haha, he came to trouble Brad for you!" The attendant yelled strangely when he saw Song Ya come in.

　　 "Give him the courage." Brad, who was sitting in the back row, chewed gum with a nonchalant face, completely meaningless.

　　 Song Ya stood at the door with a straight face, and looked around the entire classroom.

　　 The class bell hasn’t rang yet, and the men and women are all together in groups, chatting about their own.

　　 He walked to the podium and put his schoolbag under the podium.

　　 picked up the chalk.

　　 took a deep breath, turned around, raised his hand and started writing on the blackboard.

　　 ‘tada...’ The chalk rubs against the blackboard to make a rhythmic sound, Mr. Song, the writing is very big.

　　 "Ah oh..."

　　 The attendant who was still arrogant just muttered in a low voice, returned to his seat, and slid down against the chair, sitting lower and lower.

　　 This time it was Brad's turn to froze.

　　 After writing a few pens, Song Ya turned around and looked at the class, "Quiet! Everyone!" he shouted.

　　 The students stopped talking and looked at him.

　　 "Please call me Mr. Song! Not the music song! But the Chinese surname, Song!"

He remembered that the first class of the class schedule was mathematics. He took out the mathematics textbook from his schoolbag and paced the aisle between the desks while turning it over, "This semester, I will teach you mathematics! Everyone returned to their seats. Sit me down!"

　　 "But... haven't started class yet?" A girl protested in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense with me! I came to this school to purge your sloppy style of study! Whoever is naughty with me, I will invite his parents to the school~www.ltnovel.com~ I never make a joke! Give it to me Sit down! Start class now! Sit down! Now!"

　　 Hoop, all the children returned to their seats.

　　 "Turn the tenth grade textbook to the first page!"

　　 There was a sound of flipping books.

　　 "I'm sorry, what's your name?" Song Ya walked a few steps quickly, came behind Brad, and asked loudly in his ear.

　　 "Bo...Bred." The football team's face flushed red, and he was so scared that he stuttered.

　　 "I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly, speak louder, what's your name?"

　　 "Bred... I'm sorry."

　　 "Speak louder!"

　　 "Bred!"

　　 "Bred, right? Why don't you come to the front!"

　　 Song Ya pulled on the collar of his jersey and slipped all the way to the podium.

　　 The brawny man who is half a head taller than him is now behaved like a kitten.

　　 Song Ya squeezed him in his hand and turned him half a circle, facing the students.

　　 "In front of the class, read the first section of Chapter 1 aloud!"

　　 "First...Chapter One, Triangle..." Brad began to recite pittedly.

　　 The whole class laughed at him in embarrassment.

　　 At this time, the class bell rang, and a white old lady stood at the door, "Excuse me, is this tenth grade?" She saw Song Ya, and then exited to check the class sign before asking.

　　 Song Ya picked up the schoolbag under the podium and silently found Zhang Kong's desk to sit down.

　　 The eyes of all the classmates patrolled him and the old lady outside, in deathly silence.

　　 Brad looked at him blankly, then looked at the teacher outside the door, and finally realized something. The expression on his face mixed with anger and embarrassment was really wonderful.