The bells of the ancient church rang on time in the ancient campus with red tiles and stone walls. Groups of boys in exquisite tuxedoes walked out of the dormitory in sequentially, holding elegant plastic folders, and walking towards their respective classrooms with four or five textbooks needed for class. This scene has continued for five hundred years, but in the past two or three years, a new beautiful scenery has been added.

That is the girls, brown leather shoes and black pantyhose, knee-length skirts and sailor-like black shirts. Whenever girls line up with amazing widths and walk through the buildings of this ancient campus, they will always attract the stunning gaze of countless gentlemen and boys, especially those older.

"Did you see that girl?"

At this time, Slimes, a boy next to James Kent, said: "That Asian mixed-race girl?"

James Kent has brilliant blonde hair, just over 18 years old, and his height just reaches the bottom line of a basketball player. He has broad shoulders and a face full of masculine beauty. When he looks at the marching team in the distance, which is particularly petite compared to other large groups of girls, his green eyes are as crystal clear as jade.

"Ah, that's not King Alice, I know her, what's wrong?"

Seeing that James seemed to be very interested in her, Slimes immediately said: "My uncle at Standard Chartered Bank has been telling me recently that in the London stock market, this girl has been doing a lot of short arbitrage and has made more than 60 million yuan now."

"Is it a 60 million in two weeks?"

The two girls in parallel didn't walk too fast, but their hair was also black, which made it easy for people to tell the difference between their roles. James looked at their backs, his smile slightly reduced, and his expression was a little solemn: "I have also paid some attention to this girl's actions recently. She invested $400 million in Intel. Slimes, the London Exchange, what is her starting capital flow?"

Slimes had an uncle as a source of information and knew a lot about the situation in the industry. He pursed his lips and said with a frown: "Forty million, James, and he threw it in one after another in three batches. Then in two weeks, it turned out to be sixty million!"

“What about the main investment areas?”

"Invest in whatever money is made. Last Tuesday, when Iran bombed another tanker of another country, the stock price of BP fell by 4%. Then on Friday, just when it rose to 17%, the girl immediately withdrew her investment, and made tens of millions in this alone!"

What his companions said was actually somewhat difficult for James to understand. As one of the last heirs of the British royal family, his ambition was neither political nor business, but was very interested in the cultural field. For a typical literary and artistic teenager, the things in the financial circle were really too unliterary and his attention was really limited.

As for King Alice's name, he had already recorded it deeply when he saw and bought the New York Times bestseller Jurassic Park. The excellent novel, the mysterious female Chinese writer who had only one name left for readers, could not help but make James curious. So, when the Times finally published various details about her, his surprise was not a little bit.

And who would have thought that that little writer could have developed to this point?

In fact, after a little bit of details about Alice, James Kent discovered that when the girl became a bestselling writer, she was already a heavyweight boss of Cisco and Microsoft.

“It’s so awesome”

Looking deeply at Alice's figure leaving, James murmured: "And it's so beautiful."

Slimes looked at his companion with a strange look: "James, you won't fall in love with this girl, are you?"

"why not?"

Judging from James' appearance, he was puzzled by Slimes's question: "I am eighteen years old this year, and Alice is fifteen now, right? Although it is much worse now, when we enter society, the three-year gap is nothing."

"But she is Asian, and she is American"

James smiled, and he waved his hand and said, "No one cares, Slimes. I am just Her Majesty's nephew. Do you think the people in the House of Lords will pay attention to whom I marry? Believe me, maybe this matter will occupy a little corner in the Times, but it will be forgotten in three days."

This conversation only took place between two "haired monsters". Even though Alice was as sharp as her eyes, she did not always turn on her omnipotent radar. However, perhaps it was because of the will of heaven. When the young man in the distance was looking at him with a fantasy gaze, she still felt something.

"Ah!"

Sissi stopped and looked at Alice who was frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Alice rubbed her nose hard and sucked it with a humming sucking: "It must be Ashley who was angry that we didn't play with her last night, and we didn't eat with her this morning, so we were talking about me!"

"No, I want to ask, why is your sneezing sound like this?"

"Ah! Ah! Damn it, is Ashley talking about me like that?"

This is already inside the teaching building, surrounded by students and classrooms, and of course the sound of fighting and speech should be slightly smaller. After Alice muttered a few more words, she stopped talking and continued to walk towards the target classroom with Xixi.

It is worth mentioning that at least according to Alice's own idea that she did not reveal to anyone, many private middle schools, led by Eton, who also passed down from the Middle Ages, definitely made her feel like studying in Hogwarts.

They are all ancient medieval buildings, all traditional costumes that have traveled through a hundred years. At this moment, I am in Eton, just like Qiu Zhang who is visiting Hogwarts. This feeling is really wonderful.

Of course, Rowling was originally an Englishman, so it is not surprising that Hogwarts would be conceived according to such schools. In fact, in the Secret Room, did not a boy from Muggle come back to transfer after receiving the Hogwarts admission letter and received it?

Now, when recalling the real situation of the wizarding world described by Rowling, I really don’t know whether the boy’s approach is wise or ignorant. Maybe the wizarding world in the United States will be more advanced. Anyway, in terms of the UK, of course, every trace of air is filled with the current situation of progress and conservatism in contemporary Britain. Aristocrats and Muggles, Slytherin and Gryffindor, etc., are a big joke when putting it in the United States.

Unfortunately, although Rowling's idea must have been drawn from Eton School, such as the all-black wizard uniform, as a real school, there is no real potion class to learn here.

Alice is actually quite resentful about this. Fortunately, when she was a boy in her previous life, she had read a lot of fantasy written by literary girls. The result was good. Looking at the entire school, even a disgusting professor who was close to the old bat, let alone the exact same person.

Well, Ewendlov might remind her of Gidrolohart, but that's just about appearance, personality and talent are completely two extremes.

It is also worth mentioning that many courses are actually boring.

Among them, the 90-minute microcomputer class this morning is the most boring course Alice finds.

Compared with other classes, the microcomputer class classroom is relatively large, and the tables and chairs are arranged relatively neatly, which is enough to make Alice recall her school career in China in her previous life. However, like other classes, the microcomputer class classroom has only twenty students, and they are the twenty people with the best computer skills in the entire grade.

When Alice just walked into the classroom, a slightly short and plump boy waved his hand and said, "Hey Alice, did you have fun last night?"

"Ah very happy!"

Alice's face was about to laugh like a flower, so immediately, the boy in another position immediately said, "Hey, Alice, I saw the character you played last night. You are so beautiful. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to say hello to you last night. Where is that sickle? It shouldn't be thrown away, right? Can you lend me a look?"

Alice sat in her seat and was about to turn on the computer. Since the current microcomputer classes were learning programming, the system was still a cliché version, and the process was quite complicated: "Oh, of course I didn't throw it away, are you sure you want to watch it?"

"I want to watch too, I want to watch too!"

"Oh yes, that sickle! Feel Hampton, the girl who had the sickle last night was Alice!?"

“Cool Woo”

Because of someone's cool props last night, there was a hustle in the classroom before class. So, when Professor Hamand, who had a beard, came to the podium, he had to cough twice to attract everyone's attention.

"Halloween Eve is over. Students, let me take back all your thoughts."

Since the teacher has arrived, of course the students must calm down immediately. Seeing that everyone has finally sat down, Professor Hardman said slowly: "Students, the code we are going to talk about today involves a very profound theory of high mathematics,"

At least four or five boys' eyes began to turn around, and it was obvious on the podium that seven or eight students glanced at Alice.

Professor Hardman continued, "So I don't force you to understand too much. Of course, you can ask if you don't understand. It is absolutely forbidden to pretend to understand if you don't understand. Although Alice is here in our class, she won't hire you to work in Silicon Valley in advance just because you don't understand. Do you understand?"

Alice lowered her head slightly because the laughter of the boys around her was not just a little embarrassed by themselves. To be continued.
Chapter completed!