In the last semester of high school, Oscar lived every day like a Garfield cat who was forced to lose weight.

"Hey, Oscar, has the results of this issue of sat come out?"

In the class, my friend Bennett came to him and said, "I only scored 1,700 points last time, and it's still a big part away from UCL's admission score. Do you think I'm going to break through again this time?"

"It's possible, I wish you..."

Oscar was lying on the table, and the side effects of staying up until two in the morning last night were placed here. Although the dark circles were not left behind, the old lady was irresponsibly ignored his sleepiness. It was simply difficult to get over the show. Fortunately, the idle person who graduated early also said that this was to give him an unforgettable experience for life.

"Oh, I really envy you, Oscar." Bennett patted his old friend's shoulder and said, "With such a sister here, you don't have to worry about not being able to get into a good school. Look at you, in a month, it has increased from 1,700 points last time to 1,850. When this sat comes out, you will definitely break through 1,900, right?"

"perhaps……"

Oscar said hummingly, damn Bennett, didn't he notice that he needed sleep now? He kept talking nonstop. Did he think that the time for formal classes is not long enough?

At this moment, the ringtone rang, and the teacher who had been sitting on the podium announced the beginning of class. Oscar looked at the world silently and sighed, forcibly cheered up, and quickly sat up straight.

The deadline has arrived.

Compared with the children of other wealthy families, Oscar is both lucky and unfortunate. Because of the right time, place, and people, he and Hannah have not entered private middle schools and studied with elite students. Without strict school rules and no entanglement of academic exercises with doubled difficulty and quantity, his student life in recent years has been relatively easy. However, the lack of standard learning intensity will still have a great impact on students' quality. In the last semester, he can't play anything anymore.

If people know that Alice Wang’s younger brother has not been admitted to a prestigious school and she doesn’t care, then will he still need to be in trouble in the future?

Because she graduated early, Alice ran a lot around the world in the first half of her "original 12th grade". It's already May. Since she stopped traveling around the world and finally stayed in Los Angeles, a large number of social engagements have naturally come.

The former student party has now officially entered the upper class social class, which is Alice is busy with. As his younger brother, if he really doesn't have a diploma from a prestigious university that he said was printed on his past, unless he succeeded in starting his own business, he would be a bit embarrassing.

"Ah... I'm so tired!"

Finally, when the lunch bell rang, Oscar dragged his body for a whole morning and stuffed books into the locker.

"Hey, Oscar!"

A red cloud floated over, and it was Hannah: "Have you heard that? Pogina Hancock's latest sat scored 2100 points!"

"2100?" Oscar was stunned, then turned suspiciously red: "Pogina is amazing, she will definitely be admitted to Harvard."

Hannah visited, of course, not only to report the grades of another girl. She looked at her brother's suspicious blushing face and giggled: "I'll just say, I'll just say, every time you see Pokina in the corridor, you will definitely sneak a glance at her. How about it, do you want me to be a matchmaker for you?"

"Stop it!" Oscar's face suddenly turned redder: "I just...I just look at her...beautiful, just pure aesthetics! Don't always treat yourself as Cupid, eat your food quickly, don't get in the way here!"

The brother was shy, and Hannah looked at the scene happily. The purpose had been achieved, and she came over like a wind and left like a wind.

"Hey, man." Then at this moment, the boy Bennet came over again: "I heard that your sister doesn't have a boyfriend yet?"

Oscar locked the locker and poked his best friend's elbow in the stomach: "What else do you want to graduate in two months? Damn, it ruined our Lincoln's 360 girls. Now I want to make the conclusion of my old sister!?"

"Haha, how dare you? Are there any activities after school today? By the way, your sister..."

Speaking of this, Bennett whispered like the KGB conspiring for the final resistance: "Did your sister consider going to that university again? Bill Gates, after all, went to Harvard and dropped out of school. She wouldn't even go there, right?"

This is what happened, Oscar smiled happily.

"Bennett, I'm really right when you ask me about this kind of thing."

"How do you say this?"

"Do you know why Gates dropped out of school?"

“Isn’t it because I feel that going to school delays entrepreneurship?”

"Half answered right." Oscar smiled proudly. No ordinary people know anything like celebrities. He is rare to show off: "Mr. Gates studied in the law department at Harvard. Before he even finished his first academic year, he was completely tortured to death by this boring major. Founding Microsoft was just a fuse. The reason why he really chose to drop out of school was purely tortured by class!"

That's actually the case!

Bennett was shocked. As a famous celebrity in the computer industry throughout the second half of the 1980s, Gates had been interviewed by major media many times, and some related stories naturally spread quickly. Many people talked about his deeds of dropping out of Harvard and starting a business. There were even many people who planned to imitate him. There was still inside story in his relationship?

"Of course the mainstream media will guide the sunshine." Oscar said proudly: "Can they still say, hey, the law department is very boring, all prospective lawyers will quit their jobs quickly and create computer companies! Haha, public media offends the lawyer community, isn't this seeking death?"

Isn't it because the defendant and the defense are both professional lawyers, and even cases in well-known law firms. In addition, the plaintiff's defense, everyone is even a family. The result of this case is really no suspense...

This is equivalent to offending a crucial class, right?

Bennett was sweating on his head and laughed.

There was not much classwork in the afternoon, and after two sessions, it was time for the interest group. However, Oscar had received a call transferred from the training office. So, when the shouts of athletes were officially heard on the playground, he was already carrying his schoolbag and quickly walked out of the campus.

There were many students in the parking lot, but at this moment, not many people were walking casually, and even in front of two luxury cars, they did not attract many girls as usual. Of course, the Oscar Lamborghini was no exception, but he was not surprised at all, because a more top sports car was parked in a very conspicuous position.

"Hey, Oscar!"

Alice sat in her Bugatti sports car driving seat, with the window open, her straight hair hanging from the side of the car, wearing sunglasses, and when she looked at the Oscar, she didn't forget to wave.

"Oh, sister." Oscar walked up to him with his pockets in his hands, and countless men and women were saluting him along the way: "What happened when the call came suddenly? Or was it for Director Elina to convey it?"

"Let you get familiar with it, go, get in the car."

"Familiar? Uh... Then my car..."

"Hannah's driver's license is not used to drive, right? Just let her drive home by herself. You and I have something to do."

After repeated urging, Oscar got on the car. I have to admit that the million-dollar supercar is different from the ordinary Lamborghini and Ferrari. The sound of closing the door is completely different. The texture of the airlock operation is like walking into a business passenger plane or even a space shuttle.

“Where are we going?”

"Capital."

After a brief sentence, it was the extremely powerful starting acceleration. Fortunately, the students watching nearby were far away. Alice drove out of the parking point with a tail-swinging sound and drove out of the school gate directly by moving the float!

Bennett watched from a distance, stunned.

"Wow, this is a bunker!"

However, no matter how amazing the people outside were, Oscar stayed in the car and was not disgusted and vomited. Although Alice's driving skills were exaggerated, he stared at the hot coffee cup without a lid on the buckle box, and no drop of the liquid inside was splashed out.

"Capital...Sacramento, what are we going there?"

Seeing Alice staggering on the highway at a standard speed, Oscar was still puzzled. She only said one thing to the director's call when she answered the call, just asking him to wait at the door after school.

"The current Governor Dirk Meggin is about to end his term, and the election will be held next year. The candidate is a big problem. Don't you think?"

It is true, but it is still too difficult for Oscar to think about this problem. He touched his chin and thought: "Our words must be built to support a politician who supports the development of Silicon Valley industry, and at the same time, we cannot suppress the development of traditional industries too much, right?"

"Haha, supporting Silicon Valley and suppressing traditional industries are two things that are unrelated to each other." Alice smiled and said, "But you are right. If the new governor who came to power is in a state of chaos and wants to limit the development of Silicon Valley, then we will be in a state of poverty."

The 1990s will be the golden period of the computer industry, and Oscars have been beaten out of their cocoon after hearing this analysis. Indeed, if the new governor intends to restrict Silicon Valley and support traditional industries, it will have a great relative impact. But if I want to say that my sister wants to do something in this...

"It seems that our family is a non-partisan, right?"

"Politicians need to clarify their party. Do you think it's so-called?"

"It will be a sure win if you support both parties at the same time, but there is no label to the end..."

"It's not which party we should belong to, but which party can better protect our interests, Oscars, and clarify the causal relationship. For example, if one day the Democratic Party and the Republican Party exchange and it will protect the interests of the high-paying class and capitalists, then we will vote for the Democratic Party unconditionally, regardless of the Republican Party's death."

"Uh...so we still belong to the Republican side now?"

"Well...if you should label yourself, that's it."
Chapter completed!