Seeing his younger sister take out a small pot of butter and a bowl of other food, and briskly walk towards the door, Klein thought for a while and called to her: "Melissa, buy some fruit with the remaining money."

Many hawkers on Iron Cross Street will buy fruits of poor quality or stored for too long from other places, but people here are not angry about this, because the price is very cheap, as long as they go home and cut off the rotten parts, they can taste it It's delicious, and it can be regarded as a cheap enjoyment.

After saying this, Klein quickly moved closer, took out the remaining copper pennies from his trouser pocket, and put them in his sister's palm.

"Huh?" Melissa's brown eyes looked at her brother suspiciously and blankly.

Klein took two steps back and smiled slightly: "Remember to go to Mrs. Slyn's and reward yourself with a small piece of lemon cake."

"..." Melissa opened her mouth, blinked her eyes, and finally uttered only one word, "Okay."

She quickly turned around, pulled the door out, and ran towards the stairs.

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A river ran through it, lined with cypress and maple trees, and the air was drunkenly clean.

Klein, who came to settle the interview, carried a revolver in his pocket and a cane. He stepped off the stagecoach that he had paid 6 pence for, and walked along the concrete road to the three-storey masonry house surrounded by greenery. It was the residence of Tingen University. office building.

"As expected of one of the two most famous universities in the Loen Kingdom..." Klein, who came here for the "first time", sighed as he walked.

Compared with here, Hoy University on the other side of the river is simply rudimentary.

"Ha!" "Ha!"

With shouts approaching, two rowing boats rushed from the upper reaches of the Hoy River, and the wooden oars turned neatly and orderly.

This is a rowing sport that is popular in all the universities in the Loen Kingdom. Since Klein's family background requires scholarships to complete his studies, he and Welch and others have joined the Rowing Club of Hoy University, and they are very good at rowing. Boat.

"You're so young..." Klein stopped to look around and sighed.

In another week, that will no longer be the case, as schools will be out for the summer.

Along the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story brick and stone house, passed the registration, entered inside smoothly, and found the office where he received him last time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! He tapped on the half-closed door with his fingers.

"Come in." A male voice came from inside the door.

Seeing Klein push the door and enter, the middle-aged teacher in a white shirt and black tuxedo frowned slightly and said, "The interview is still an hour away."

"Mr. Stone, do you still remember me? Klein Moretti, a student of Senior Associate Professor Cohen, you have read my letter of recommendation." Klein smiled and took off his hat.

Haven Stone stroked his big black beard and asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything to do? I'm not in charge of the interview."

"That's it. I've already found a job, so I won't be going for an interview today." Klein truthfully stated his intentions.

"That's it..." Harven Stone understood, stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "Congratulations, you are such a polite young man, I will tell the professor and senior associate professors."

Klein shook hands with the other party, intending to say goodbye after a few pleasantries, but suddenly a familiar voice came from behind: "Moretti, have you found another job?"

Klein turned around, and saw an old man with silver hair and deep contours, but not many wrinkles. His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were dark blue, and he was dressed in a black tuxedo.

"Good morning, mentor, Mr. Ards." He hurriedly saluted, "Why are you here?"

This old man is a senior associate professor of the History Department of Hoy University. His mentor, Mr. Quentin Cohen, is next to Cohen. There is also a middle-aged man with a medium build and bronze skin. He has a beard, wears a top hat, has black hair and brown pupils, and has soft facial features. His eyes reveal an indescribable vicissitudes. There is a mole under his right ear that can only be found when you look closely.

Klein recognized him and often helped the original owner, Mr. Azik, a professor of history at Hoy University. He liked to argue with his mentor, Senior Associate Professor Cohen, and his views often conflicted. However, in fact, the two had a good personal relationship, otherwise they would not Would love to get together and chat. JrNovels.com