As a qualified time traveler, Song Ya has calmly examined her starting situation after more than ten days, and the conclusion is... quite pessimistic.

First of all, it is poverty. Welfare can only guarantee basic living. Aunt Susie's extra income from helping the neighbors take care of the children on weekdays is just a drop in the bucket for such a big family. Don't even think about the starting capital of a time traveler.

I only had three twenty-five-cent coins in my pocket right now, so I was ready to call a public phone in case of any emergency.

The situation of the other brothers and sisters is similar, and this is most obvious in their clothing. Tony and his own clothes are basically donated by churches or charities. The dark coat Tony is wearing now should be the uniform of a certain factory, and the cuffs and elbows are already worn.

It’s almost worn out. My black fur jacket comes from an Air Force veteran. It has the words U.S.A.F 1969 on the inside. It’s in the same bad condition.

The two girls, Connie and Emily, are treated much better. Aunt Susie will not let them wear too shabby clothes. Unfortunately, the aesthetic legacy of the 1980s and the excessive preference of African Americans for bright colors make the overall effect unsightly.

Compliment, of course, the above is the personal opinion of Song Ya, a time traveler.

Poverty is not enough, personal safety is the big problem. The security of Chicago's South City is among the worst in the United States. Poverty, guns, drugs, gangs, and vendettas interact with each other. Nowadays, it has shown a trend of serious illness that is difficult to recover from. It can make China

Major shooting cases that shocked the whole country were nothing here. Several cases would occur every once in a while, and there were even news reports of passers-by being accidentally hit and killed by stray bullets from gangs that were exchanging fire.

In addition to shootings, robberies and other low-intensity crimes that are common, gangs and drugs have already invaded the campus. The public school in the black area where the brothers and sisters attended was the hardest hit area. For example, several half-grown boys who were also waiting for the school bus were holding a cigarette.

He was so smokey that he looked like he was not a good person at first glance.

"yooo, Tony."

Fortunately, they are all neighbors in the street. A man wearing a baseball cap took the initiative to say hello to Tony, "Are you hanging out with little Lori now?"

"hey."

Tony put Emily on the elementary school bus that had just arrived, smiled and fisted his baseball cap, "Go over and talk." He deliberately avoided Song Ya and Connie and walked to the other end of the station.

The baseball cap looks familiar. Song Ya has only heard others call him "ET". His big and prominent eyes should be quite similar to the image of the alien in the movie that was popular all over the world in the 1980s.

However, from the corner of the colorful headscarf faintly exposed under the brim of the hat, you know that this 'ET' who is about two years older than you is an absolutely ruthless character. In Nancheng, colorful headscarves are not something that can be worn casually.

thing.

Tony has a lot of friends, and the middle school bus arrived soon. He and the 'ET' group went to the back row to continue chatting and laughing. Connie also gathered with the little sisters in the same grade.

"Morning, APLUS!"

Song Ya's small circle of ninth-grade students was in the front row. As soon as he sat down, someone shouted, and then the boys and girls in the same grade next to him laughed in unison.

"morning……"

Song Ya helplessly responded to them with a smile, then leaned on her seat and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

There is currently no solution to poverty and security, but another problem is right around the corner: "school bullying."

The thing is like this, the original Alexander Song's academic performance was probably below average in the class, but after his soul was replaced by Song Ya more than ten days ago, he easily got a score in a math test.

Full marks.

It wouldn't be a big deal at first. If it were to be in the United States a few decades later, no one would want to know other people's grades. However, political correctness in the United States has not yet "evolved" to that extent. The math teacher was very happy in front of

The whole class announced his 'A+' result, praised him mercilessly, and used him as an example to encourage those who were "underachieving".

Then comes trouble...

In just ten days, Song Ya was quickly isolated by her classmates. The "Yali" everyone originally called him became "APLUS" and was followed by inexplicable laughter. The few lagging boys began to "trouble" her from time to time.

"one time.

Although the so-called provocation is still limited to deliberately bumping the shoulder when meeting on the road, or knocking off a book when passing a desk, this trend still makes Song Ya very uneasy.

In his previous life, Song Ya was a standard Chinese Buddhist young man with a well-off family and above-average academic performance. He had just graduated from college and had a house ready for him with just six wallets. After coding for several years, he saved a car and was ready to find a wife.

Whatever, my life was going smoothly, but to be suddenly thrown into this kind of environment is really hard to cope with.

And who in China would be isolated and bullied just because they got perfect scores on the exam! Not to mention giving stupid nicknames like '100 points' to their classmates. The most unfair thing is that although the math scores have improved by leaps and bounds, the two subjects of sports and art

The class scores have plummeted. For American high schools with a credit system, it is hard to say whether it is a loss or a gain!

"Is the golden finger of the time traveler the talent of the Chinese race? In that case, just give up the physical education and art credits and focus on mathematics and natural sciences. By the way, English and social sciences cannot be left behind..."

"Even so, if I can complete my credits one and a half years ahead of schedule at most, I will still have to survive in this environment for at least three years..."

Planning for the future along the way, before we knew it, the school bus had arrived at its destination.

"Alex, don't leave in a hurry after school, wait for me." Tony came over and asked before parting.

"What?" Song Ya asked.

Tony leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Little Lori."

"Playing basketball again?" Song Ya was discouraged upon hearing this, "Can you not go?"

Ever since he crossed over, this body's original athletic foundation has been completely gone. Playing basketball is simply torture for him. This is street basketball in the black slums, and it is completely different from the casual shooting in physical education class before he crossed over.

sports.

"FXXX You! Don't bargain! Don't play tricks on me!" Tony immediately changed his face, and added a soft word before leaving: "Just think of it as doing me a favor!"

"Okay, you are the boss." Song Ya had no choice.
Chapter completed!