Tony has been living in Al’s house since he left Little Lowry. It’s a bit like the reverse of what happened in the past. Song Ya didn’t know how to arrange him for a while, so he simply got him into this middle school and re-study. In the twelfth grade, he happened to act as his bodyguard on campus.
"Yes, Mr. Principal."
"Have you planned to apply to which university?" the principal asked.
"Uh, it hasn't been finalized yet, but it should be the University of Chicago. I am going to take a bachelor's degree and then take the lsat (law school entrance exam) exam to study at the law school there." Song Ya replied.
"Wow, very good planning. Your grades are very good. My recommendation letter is no problem. Can an alumnus at the University of Chicago help you?" The principal is very happy, as long as Song Ya graduates directly from his school without transferring , The name of this school will inevitably appear on the resume in the future.
"Dr. Michelle will help. She is an assistant to the mayor." Michelle just left the law firm not long ago and became a donkey party leader and assistant to Chicago Mayor Daly. Of course, she will also be able to deal with affirmative organizations. help.
"Then there is no problem at all."
The principal stood up and said, "I will also let people complete your brother's admissions procedures."
The brothers came out of the principal's office, "fxxk! Didn't you know that I hate school, Alex..." Tony muttered.
"Tony, we had a long talk last night and forgot?"
Song Ya faced him very seriously, "You are not allowed to commit anything during this year, and you are not allowed to fool around with old acquaintances. Unless you graduate successfully, I will never pay attention to you in the future, and Al will never again. Take you in, even if you go to the street to be a tramp like Frank, all the family will not care."
"Okay, okay, you are the boss..." Tony lowered his head helplessly.
"I asked the principal to make you a vacancy for the football team. The level of the school team in this school is very average. If you go there, you may be the king and hegemony." Song Ya gave a sweet date with a stick.
"It's a pity that the'silencer' is still in jail." There was joy on Tony's face, but it was not without regret. "I haven't practiced for more than a year, drinking and playing with women, my body is not as good as before."
"Why did you know that today, right?"
Song Ya rolled his eyes. It was school time. The two of them walked out of the school together. They did not receive any onlookers or harassment. Tony was very professionally vigilant when he approached the door. After all, he did this kind of work when he followed Little Lori, and kept on Observe the surroundings, then meet up with Old Mike and Marvota at the door, and the three will protect Song Ya into the car together.
"You go back to Al's first, I have something else."
Before hiding in school, he still had something to worry about.
Saying goodbye to Tony, this second-hand car with black film on the windows drove to a community in Nancheng, outside Frank's house. "There is nothing unusual about the girl named Fiona recently?" Song Ya asked.
"No, working as a waitress in a nightclub, doing odd jobs, and having a boyfriend as a car thief." Old Mike replied.
"Where is Frank?"
"Drink in a bar, or just mess around somewhere."
"Are there no reporters looking for them?"
"After that, sporadic reporters came to look for them, and their family cheated some money, but they didn't dare to say anything. After all, they were afraid of being sent to the orphanage by Goodman. Frank, Vic McGee I have also warned that the stormtrooper will put a gift into Frank's pocket and he will go to jail. He knows that he is so good that he often mixes in South City."
"Where is the middleman named Mirkovic?"
"That guy is just a little pimp. He was tortured by the Hell Bobcat, and he almost lost his guts..."
The car swayed around Frank's house for a few laps, and indeed there was no reporter's whereabouts. Song Ya's heart was completely settled.
On the way home, Song Ya noticed that Old Mike suddenly slowed down.
On a corner of the street, UU reading www.uukānshu.com, the "old friend" stormtrooper is pressing several young men who look like Armenians against the wall to search. Vic McKee keeps pushing what he took out of his pocket to I stuffed it in my arms and occasionally kicked it.
"Aren't these guys really going to play with themselves?" Song Ya observed that the Armenians looked at Vic and their eyes were full of hatred.
Old Mike didn't answer. It felt like Vic and the others stepped on the accelerator to accelerate away when they noticed the abnormality of the car.
The next day, when Song Ya entered the school again, the news of the flying people's gamble in various media disappeared almost at the same time... it was gone. The reporters, editors, and paparazzi who had always been good were collectively aphasia, as if related news had never been. He had never been to this world before, so he naturally hitchhiked a little bit. This is much easier than the public relations battle that Frank won after hard struggle and a lot of money in the last time Frank disappeared. The media influence of big companies was revealed. undoubtedly.
"Nike dad is still great, this kind of control over ‘free’ media is terrifying."
Song Ya said to Hayden who had sent him to schooclass="underline" "You William Morris also think of something! Whenever I can hold such thick legs."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 191: Surround sound
"Everyone is watching us secretly, everyone."
One afternoon in early September, Song Ya hugged Fergie, leaning lazily in the corner of the stadium side stand, cheering for Tony's football team debut.
The two deliberately chose a seat away from the crowd, but the eyes of all the students on the scene floated here unconsciously, even the players who are warming up are no exception.
"This is the star's trouble." Song Ya signed the name for the classmate who had plucked up the courage to come over to ask for an autograph. Seeing that more people were ready to move, he quickly gave a wink at the old Mike who was wearing sunglasses behind him.
"Sorry, that's the end of the kids." Old Mike blocked the crowd for him, "Go back and sit down!"
"I don't understand, why stay in this middle-class school? We can transfer to a better middle school." Fergie said while chewing gum.
"Ha!" Song Ya laughed shortly, "You look down on the middle class so soon? Your song hasn't been released yet, so are you sure you can become a singer?"
"Of course, you wrote the single." Fergie leaned in his arms fondly, "It will be very popular, I can feel it."
"Then you have to be more attentive when recording." Song Ya flirted with her blond hair, lowered her head and pressed her red lips, and the two of them kissed like nothing else.
After breaking up with Mila, Song Ya completely freed herself. Fergie was also an enthusiastic and unrestrained personality. The two of them did not shy away from the outside world, and thoroughly lived a public youthful life.
Old Mike shook his head, sat back behind them, and took out a newspaper tossing time from his arms.
"Huh? What are you listening to?" As the two of them moved, the earphones hanging on Fergie's ears fell off, and there was music.
"Theproiseofaneda." Fergie replied, and she put a headset into Song Ya's ear.
"Paula Abdul's song?" Song Ya didn't pay attention to it. He felt a little bit wrong when listening. The music in the headphones seemed to be more advanced than the same period in this era, with stronger penetrating power, and the effect of stereo surround is particularly Excellent, "How is this sound quality made?" He feels that this sound quality is closer to those apocalyptic songs he got, and this technology is undoubtedly closer to the future.
Foretelling the future is an opportunity to make money!
Fergie shook her head, "This song is now at number two on the Billboard Singles Chart."