San Francisco Boarding School
The passageway in front of him gradually revealed its direction. The outlines of those Gothic buildings loomed in the distance. Nothing could be more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes. Jiang Kexin looked around, only to see that the passage he had just walked through was gradually receding behind him. He stood in a spacious courtyard, surrounded by rows of towering Gothic buildings, their spires piercing the sky.
The exterior walls of these buildings are covered with ivy, giving them a mysterious and ancient feel. In the center of the courtyard is a huge fountain, with water jets spraying high into the air. Next to it is a fish-man sculpture, with the upper body of the fish and the lower body of the human, looking weird and terrifying.
As for those Gothic rooms, they were dark and probably made of wood. No wonder they caught fire and destroyed the place.
Jiang Kexin looked around helplessly and found that no teacher came out to guide him. Jiang Kexin sighed and recalled what the weird principal had just said. The principal seemed to be talking about the fourth floor or something, but now there was no teacher to guide him. He simply planned to go to the fourth floor by himself, but before that.
It's common for children to get lost. Jiang Kexin looked at the silent Gothic buildings, a faint smile curling his lips. Without a teacher to guide him, wasn't now the perfect time to explore? He could take advantage of this free time to visit those rooms and explore the school.
Jiang Kexin rubbed the corner of his clothes, then ran away. He was walking inside by groping the walls and buildings. The buildings felt a bit bumpy, and he could feel bulges when he touched them, but these were not the main points.
Jiang Kexin continued to walk forward. Countless candles were lit all the time, and the faint light illuminated the black walls. Jiang Kexin stopped in front of a building.
He raised his head and looked at the tall doors in front of him. These doors were in the form of pointed arches with pointed tops and gradually extended downwards on both sides. There were those complex octopus patterns on the doors, and the cyan carvings were lifelike. The door was a bit heavy. Jiang Kexin noticed that the ancient door was not tightly closed, but left a gap.
He reached out and gently touched the door, only to find it slid open easily. Behind the door lay a library emitting a faint green light. Jiang Kexin looked around, only to see the interior decorated with strange symbols and ancient artifacts, each of which seemed to hold a hidden story.
At this moment, a faint but clear sound was heard, like the sound of dice rolling on a wooden table. This voice was already Jiang Kexin's old friend.
Jiang Kexin's investigative appraisal results: 1d100 = 44/65 "Success." Undoubtedly, you will have good luck today.
Jiang Kexin noticed that this was a very small but exquisite library. Rows of books could be seen in it. The books were arranged in order, neatly. In addition, under the big chandelier, there was a child holding an American law book and reading it indifferently. He was probably the same age as him. He had soft black hair piled by his ears. He looked elegant like a nobleman. He seemed to notice Jiang Kexin's actions, but he didn't say anything and continued to flip through the book.
Jiang Kexin didn't bother them rashly. Instead, he flipped through the materials. There were many books on the bookshelf until one caught Jiang Kexin's attention. He was about to take the book when the child spoke. His voice was extremely cold and nonchalant. He seemed to be asking casually: "The children who come here have been labeled as 'sick' by adults, or they don't meet the expectations of this society. Tell me which one you are. Don't be afraid. I won't say bad things about you behind your back, nor will I laugh at you. Adults will never understand us."
He spoke with a mocking tone, and his behavior did not look like that of a twelve-year-old boy at all.
He jumped down, closed the book in his hand, and then threw it aside in disgust. Jiang Kexin always felt a little soft towards such children, but he couldn't answer even if he wanted to. He himself didn't know why he came here, so Jiang Kexin shook his head and said, holding the book: "I don't know why my father sent me here, what about you?"
Jiang Kexin threw the subject back.
The child squinted his eyes, then tilted his head and tapped his fingers on the wooden bookshelf. He seemed to see through everything, with a maturity that a child shouldn't have: "It doesn't matter what you say. What do you think of the laws in this country? Are they good or terrible?"
He did not respond to Jiang Kexin's question but instead brought up another topic.
Although Jiang Kexin understands American history, it does not mean that he is familiar with American law. Nevertheless, he is aware that there are unfair phenomena in the United States. On the surface, it is a free country, but in fact it is more inclined to the world of the rich, both in the past and now.
However, Jiang Kexin didn't understand why a child would think about such a question, so Jiang Kexin cautiously expressed her opinion: "In fact, it is not perfect."
The child seemed to have found a kindred spirit. He smiled and said, "American law is more than just imperfect. It's just a set of rules designed to protect the rich and their lavish lifestyles. It doesn't represent true justice. In my opinion, true justice should be fair and impartial to everyone, regardless of their background or wealth. However, the reality is not like that. The law often favors the powerful. My parents are the best example of this. They are immersed in the various benefits of the so-called 'upper class' and ignore those who truly need help. If the law cannot change this, then it does not deserve my respect."
"But it's a pity that adults still don't understand things that I can understand, so this is really rare. You and I have the same idea. Well, I'm very happy to meet you. My name is Hansen Lihatten."
Jiang Kexin was stunned. He confirmed again: "Are you talking about the Lihatten Group? You are their child."
Jiang Kexin was shocked for a reason. After all, this group was a well-known charity organization that had been known for its charity work for more than fifty years. However, there were rumors that since their child's unfortunate death, the entire family had fallen into deep sorrow.
"My parents are both famous businessmen, but to be honest, they are both extremely vulgar. Anyway, nice to meet you, you are." Hansen was accustomed to other people's shock about his family's group, but he seemed to dislike this group very much. He turned his face to the side with a little displeasure. In the end, he still stretched out his hand. He seemed to like Jiang Kexin very much.
Under the dim green light, Hansen seemed a little persistent. He held Jiang Kexin's hand tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
There was a satisfied smile on his lips, but Jiang Kexin frowned.
From their previous conversation, it can be seen that the child sticks to his own concept of justice and even has a hint of idealism.
Overall, he seemed to understand what kind of school he was in - just like there were treatment centers for Internet addiction and mental illnesses in mental hospitals, children with extreme behavioral thoughts would also be sent to special correctional schools.
This is a correctional school for troubled children. But even troubled children shouldn't have lost their lives inexplicably in a fire. Jiang Kexin didn't change her mind about this.
"My name is Jiang Kexin. It's funny to meet you." Jiang Kexin shook hands back. Jiang Kexin hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but say, "If you have any other problems, such as psychological problems, you can talk to me. I'm always here."
It was too cute for a twelve-year-old to say such things, but Hansen did not mean to mock him. His eyes were curved with joy, and he hid his paranoia and persistence very well. The darkness in the depths of his eyes could sweep the whole world away.
Then the radio voice sounded, and its sudden voice interrupted what Hansen was about to say next, the radio shouted.
"All new students, please go to the Psychological Counseling Room in order. The Psychological Counseling Room is located in Room 102 on the first floor. Upon arrival, please follow the instructions to communicate with the psychologist. Please note that all new students need to wait in line to speak with the counselor in order."
In the real world, the American researcher looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly smiled with confidence. He knocked on the table, and under everyone's serious gaze, the door opened.
Two couples who looked a little uneasy walked in. Although they were uneasy, their behavior was very elegant. Everyone present recognized who they were. They were the chairman and his wife of the most famous charity group.
The man on the left was Han Yu. He had done countless charitable things, a consummate philanthropist. Therefore, when the followers of the Chosen One saw the so-called child's comments about the Leehat Group from their perspective, they all felt it was nonsense. It was likely just the child's words, or perhaps just an ordinary kid with the last name Leehat who wanted to be associated with this great charitable organization.
At the researcher's prompt, the two exchanged a glance and spoke, "Actually, the child is indeed ours, but it also seems not to be. In other words, ever since returning from our trip to Antarctica, he's become somewhat unusual. He's lost his innocent demeanor and has begun to assert his own sense of justice."
"As adults, we all understand that the world isn't as simple and clear as words. We're worried that our child will suffer social repercussions because of this persistence, so we plan to send him to school for treatment... But we always feel that this child is not the one we know."
"We are Hansen's parents. No one understands this better than us. In fact, when our little Hansen appeared on the screen, we were sad and painful..."
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