The popularity of Craft gradually decreased over time, but the impact did not completely disappear.

For example...

"A joint exchange dance for middle schools across New York?"

Craft frowned and asked in confusion: "What kind of shit is this?"

The black boy who brought the news, that is, Michael, who had previously discussed aesthetics with Fatty Liao on the school bus, shook his head and explained to the classmates surrounding him at a very fast speed.

It turns out that the so-called "New York High School Joint Exchange Dance" has been held for many sessions, but although it is nominally "New York", there are dozens of middle schools in New York. Except for a few famous schools that can be participated in, the rest are private middle schools. High schools like Fantas Public Middle School, which are mostly of other ethnic groups, are not qualified to participate. If it weren't for the fact that Craft had become popular recently and the school he took to was famous once, this year's dance party would not have had their share.

However, even so, the number of places to participate in Vantas Public Middle School is extremely limited. The senior management of the school is inquiring about the details of previous dance parties to determine the candidates for this time.

But no matter what, as the main factor in getting an invitation, Craft is definitely indispensable.

"Can I not go?"

Craft curled his lips. He was not the kind of party creature that is common in America, and he had no interest in dances or something.

Isn’t tiger head pliers fragrant? Why waste time on boring things like dancing?

"Impossible Craft, others can make excuses to refuse, but you must not miss it. You must know that you are the main reason why our school can receive invitations. No matter what the school says, you will not be absent."

Michael shook his head and replied, "In fact, Craft also understood this truth, he just complained casually."

Although Craft was reluctant, when the principal of Vantas Middle School came to him and spoke earnestly, he had to pinch his nose and take on the task - as the leader of the school, he took two other students to attend the bullshit "New York Middle School Joint Exchange Dance".

That's right, although Vantas Middle School received an invitation letter, there were only three places, and one of them was locked in Craft and could not be replaced.

It was soon the day of the dance. Craft changed into a small suit that made him very uncomfortable and used hair wax to combed his hair that had been messy all year round into an adult.

Martin Lee stood in front of Craft, tidied his collar, then put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at Craft's look with satisfaction: "Yes, he's a handsome guy."

He then sent Craft out of the door and handed it over to two other students waiting outside.

"Craft is trouble for you. He is relatively young, so you can take care of him."

"Don't worry, Mr. Li."

Francisco is the oldest of the three. He is a twelfth-grade Latino and the president of the student union of Vantas Middle School. He is good at social engagements. Craft is only the nominal leader. In fact, the school handed over all the main communication tasks to Francisco. The principal also explained these things to Craft, so he actually just showed up and then ate and drank.

There is also a place for an Asian senior in the tenth grade. She is not a sensation in any school and is very ordinary in every aspect. The reason for being selected is simply because his father is a school manager and a school manager with a relatively heavy position.

"Hello, I'm Amy, please give me some advice."

The senior sister bowed ninety degrees and introduced herself.

"Is the senior sister Japanese?"

Seeing Amy's actions, Craft subconsciously started communicating with her in Japanese.

"Hi! My mother is Japanese, and Li Jun speaks Japanese so well!"

Senior Amy covered her mouth and replied in surprise in Japanese with a weird accent.

"Uh... let's talk in English..."

Craft sweated for a moment. The girl's plastic Japanese was not as good as her pronunciation standard, and it sounded very awkward.

"Craft is really amazing. Not only did he invent so many interesting things, but he even had such a great Japanese language!"

Francisco, who was good at dancing, seized the opportunity and praised him.

"Haha, it's okay."

Craft, who has mastered many languages ​​because of his dreams, has not tried hard for it, raised his hand in shame and habitually wanted to scratch his head. After touching the hard hair, he remembered that he had done a hairstyle today and lowered his arms awkwardly.

The three of them went to the car specially prepared for them in the school, and took the bus to the venue of the dance, a private middle school with an amazing tuition fee... Listen to the prefix of this campus, you can understand why the tuition fee of this middle school is so high.

A pretty pleasant conversation made Craft and the other two pass the boring time when they were on the road.

"It's really...exaggerated..."

After arriving at the destination, Craft looked at the so-called party-specific campus in front of him, smacking his lips, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Since it is a dance party, there are naturally dance halls, not the kind of dance halls that Kraft only sees in film and television dramas, but the kind of banquet hall used by the upper class. In addition, the large green space outside the dance hall is equipped with a swimming pool with jumping platforms and waterlines, and there is even a horse farm behind it...

Craft glanced at the student in charge of receiving the reception who was introducing him to him. The arrogance and contempt in his eyes were not concealed at all. When introducing, he also looked like "You have never seen the world", which made Craft and the other two very unhappy. Even Francisco, who had always smiled and greeted others, stretched his face.

In fact, in the past, the exchange dance party did not use such an exaggerated venue. To put it bluntly, this dance party is an activity in which the descendants of the so-called superiors expand their connections. However, whenever there are "untouchables" like Craft and others who want to become new members, they will use similar means to give the new members a warning. If they can make them happy, it doesn't matter if they add an interesting follower. If they find it meaningless, they won't send an invitation next time.

Regarding this matter, the principal of Fantas also mentioned something to Craft and the others implicitly. Craft didn't care much at that time, because the principal said, "You may be a little uncomfortable with it for the first time, and may be rejected by some people."

Craft thought that the so-called exclusion was just to ignore them and not talk to them at such a level. After all, it was a "upper society" and should have a little grace.

But I didn't expect that these guys were no different from those street gangsters.

Craft silently lowered his eyes. He didn't want to come here at first. Since they were not welcomed here, he naturally had no interest in maintaining superficial peace. Anyway, the principal did not say that he had to join them, but only said that he would come over to see the world.

It's indeed an eye-opener.

The student in charge of the introduction wanted to take them in and continue to "see the world", but Craft was not interested in continuing to listen to him being sarcastic. He turned around and left the team and walked towards the banquet hall.

Even if I want to leave, I have to fill my stomach before leaving...Craft is a thrifty guy.

Before Craft and the others arrived, people from other schools had already arrived. After all, bullying newcomers is a rare event for them, so they all came to watch the show early. When they saw Craft leaving the team and walking towards the banquet hall, they suddenly became turbulent.

They are happy to see the "resistance" of the new people. The vocal worms are so common in their daily lives. Only by bullying a dignified hard bone like Craft will they feel more accomplished.

In the banquet hall, the leaders of several small groups shook each other. After a silent exchange, one of the leaders led his followers out and walked towards Craft.

"You're Craft, aren't you?"

The leading man raised his head, imitating his father's appearance when he was talking to others at the banquet, and introduced himself to Craft with a reserved attitude.

"My name is Slade, Slade Hammer, I'm glad to know you."

Craft took a sip of juice, helping his throat swallow the stuffed snack, and curled his lips: "You're too happy!"

Then, before Slade was stunned, he came back to his senses, Craft continued to sarcastically: "Your performance is not even as good as the third-rate actors in the garbage time on TV. No matter how elegant you pretend to be, you can't hide your inferior nouveau riche temperament."

Craft of course can't tell what kind of nouveau riche temperament is, but in his opinion, these people are all big dogs, so it's definitely right to scold the nouveau riche, but he didn't expect that he was just cursing it at the point.

Slade Hammer's father is the president of Hammer Industry. As a newly emerging consortium in recent years, Hammer Industry is indeed a nouveau riche in the eyes of those old consortiums. Otherwise, Slade would not have come forward to cause trouble for Craft. For example, the descendants of the old chaebols were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai and watching the show safely in the distance.

Slade's face twitched, trying hard to maintain the smile on his face, and said gritting his teeth: "Jealousy is original sin, Craft, I can understand the uneasy feeling of ordinary people like you when they see the exquisite life of the upper class, but there is no need, there is really no need to resist so much. I just came to make friends with you, and it has nothing to do with whether your family is rich or not."

Speaking of the latter, Slade gradually regained his initial sense of superiority and pointed at Craft in a downward posture.

However, when he heard Slade's words, Craft laughed out loud: "It's indeed a nouveau riche... Although the news reports have been suppressed, the name Martin Lee should not be unknown in your circle, right?"

After Martin Lee came forward to help him get the relevant procedures for the lock of the machine, Craft also specifically learned about his adoptive father's financial strength. Then he found that nearly 80% of the industries in New York Chinatown were related to Martin, and more than half of them were controlled by Martin. Therefore, Martin Lee had a place even in the New York financial circle where wealthy people were everywhere. Slade didn't know his family's situation. Obviously, the nouveau riche he mentioned before should have been a mistake.

Slade's face changed drastically when he heard this. Although Hammer Industry and Martin Lee's industry did not have much intersection, he still heard of this name.

Being cheated!

Slade, who had long been used to intrigue, quickly reacted. He turned his head to look at the guys who had encouraged him to stand out before. He saw that they were getting together and talking in a low voice. After detecting Slade's gaze, he all showed a sarcastic smile at him, and the others were also whispering to laugh at his actions just now.

Slade, who was embarrassed, couldn't continue to stay. He whispered to Craft with a dark face, and then left in a mess with his follower.

"It seems that someone is using a gun... a fool."
Chapter completed!