Nick found that the administrator opened his mouth and looked at the book, then looked at himself again, and couldn't help but scratch his head in confusion, awakening Owen and said, "Uncle, I've returned the book!"

"Okay... OK!" Owen took the book in a daze. His thought now was to take the child back as a pillow.

I saw the child searching for a while, then handed over a book and said, "Uncle, I'll borrow this!"

When Irving saw it, his eyes were almost falling out. "Computer Manufacturing Technology", which must be used as a pillow, and Irving kept muttering this in his heart. Nick took the book and left. Seeing him walking out of the door, Irving was always holding something in his heart, and he couldn't help but stand up and walked out of the library.

It seemed as clear as noon outside, which made people feel a little hot. Nick walked to the woods at the entrance of the General Affairs Department with the book, found a bench to sit down. The sun casts colorful spots through the gaps between the leaves. As a breeze blows by, it makes people feel very comfortable, and a hint of sleepiness rises. He lay on the bench, pillows the book under his head, and gets up to sleep.

All this was seen by Owen in the distance, which made Owen breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that this child was indeed used as a pillow.

When Nick returned home, he fell head-on on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He felt that the house was empty and desolate. Staying in the house like this was fidgeting and feeling very depressed.

Just like this, a depressed summer vacation, although it is the same to write a program on paper, it is indeed a lot of disappointment to not see the effect on the computer.

Even so, Nick was not idle. Even if he wrote on paper, he never stopped writing it. He wrote nearly ten kilograms of manuscript paper. Nick's father didn't care about Nick's affairs, nor did he know what Nick was doing. As long as he was not doing bad things, he would basically not interfere with Nick.

The beginning of September often makes students look forward to it. They are eager to have a holiday when they are not on vacation. After spending a long vacation at home, they want to go back to school. Basically, they are all like this.

Kadris Middle School, this is the school where Nick is about to attend. This is a school that is too ordinary. Residents who are a little further away have never heard of the name of this school. Today is the day to register for school. The children came to the school one after another under the guidance of their parents. The school gate, which was deserted for a summer vacation, began to become lively.

Following his father, Nick looked around and looked at the environment everywhere, lush and green everywhere, and the trees were covered with green trees. Although there was no gorgeous teaching building on the campus, it also exuded a sense of elegance. As the crowd came to a teaching building, it seemed that it was here, because the label for admission registration was so conspicuous.

I followed the sign to the place where the freshmen registered. This was temporarily renovated in a classroom with several tables and several teachers. Today is the first day of registration. There are not many freshmen yet. I saw several parents taking their children to go through the admission procedures.

After inquiring, I learned that I was registered with Teacher Fran. Under the guidance of my father, Nick followed behind to a table. At this time, a middle-aged male teacher was napping behind the table.

Nick's father called out embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, scratch it, is the novice registered here?"

Teacher Felang woke up and saw someone registering. He quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said, "Oh, freshmen registering, it's here, I need an admission notice."

Nick's father took out the admission notice from his pocket and handed it over. Nick was a little restrained. Teacher Fern opened the admission notice and looked at it, and said strangely: "Hey? The primary school where your child is studying should be Puller No. 2 Middle School. It is the school where the city household registration is attended, and our school accepts students from all primary schools in the countryside!"

"Oh, this child has not reached the score line of Puler No. 2 Middle School, so what kind of school construction fee should I donate!"

Teacher Fern smiled and said, "Actually, more than 50% of the students in the primary school where your child is studying do not have the score line of Ple No. 2 Middle School. But the only one who attends our school is your child."

Nick's father was surprised: "That is to say that Puller No. 2 Middle School deliberately raised its score line so that there would be more school construction fees?"

Teacher Ferran nodded.

Although he was so angry, he had no choice but to do anything about the lowly school practices now. Nick's father was a little embarrassed about the school construction fee. Although the school construction fee is still affordable for ordinary families, the Nick's family seemed to be unable to bear it. Nick's father asked: "Then can my child study here?"

"This is no problem. We accept any primary school students. However, you have to think clearly. To be honest, all the conditions of Puler No. 2 Middle School are much better!"

"I think whether you can learn well depends mainly on whether the child works hard. If he is willing to work hard, it will be the same in any school!"

Teacher Feran shook his head and said, "Your idea is too unrealistic. Although there are many reports of self-taught students working hard in difficult environments, it is better to be realistic. If you say this, there is no reason for key schools to exist!"

"Oh!" Nick's father sighed and said, "There is nothing to do. The family can't afford it, so they can only be here!"

"You actually decided like this, and that's all. What you have to do is to go through the admission procedures..."

The registration was completed soon, and Nick's grades were not very good, so he was assigned to the ordinary class. Let me mention here that ordinary middle schools are divided into ordinary classes and top classes. Needless to say, top classes are naturally the key training targets of the school. Better middle schools are mainly for the admission rate of key high schools. However, the purpose of the poor middle schools is to support a few with all their strength and not let their fame be low. Basically, ordinary classes in middle schools that are not very good middle schools have no future, and the school lets them die on their own.

A few days later, the formal admission began. Nick stepped into this strange world. With the abortion in the morning, the freshness of the morning merged with the youthful vitality of the students, and the unique atmosphere of the campus was filled with. On the day of registration, I learned about the class division. Nick walked towards the teaching with an old schoolbag with a glimpse of his eyes. The classroom was at the end of the second floor of the teaching building. In a short while, he came to the door of the classroom. At this time, noisy sounds came from the classroom. It seemed that the freshmen who had arrived were venting each other's interesting things about a holiday.

Nick nervously grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and walked in with his head down. Fortunately, everyone was freshmen, and few of them walked into the classroom knew each other, so they didn't attract much attention.

Nick still felt unnatural when he found Zhang empty seat to sit down. He had always been poor in interpersonal communication, but he really couldn't muster up the courage to talk to others.
Chapter completed!