Chapter 5 First impression

"This is simply unreasonable. My master is the son of the noble Earl of Fairmont, and you arranged for a businessman's son to live next door!" 　　 I walked out of the room and saw a few people standing in the hallway. 　　 Two male servants and two teenagers are facing each other, and the dormitory is scorched.

　　 "Since you come to Lock to study, you are all students of the school, how can you be divided into different identities?" The house supervisor said: "And the students have already moved in, so it's not easy to change the dormitory." "My mother said long ago that we should stay away from these stinky merchants. If she knew that I lived next door to a businessman's son, she would definitely be frightened." A chubby little boy raised his chin and said: "I heard that Locke College is the best aristocratic school. My father sent me to study. I didn't expect to accept even the merchant children of the lower class background. As expected, it's really difficult to get a good reputation." 　　 Opposite him was a young man with dark hair and eyes. His body was extremely thin, so he looked extraordinarily long. He probably didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing. His face was flushed and he looked nervous. 　　 The housekeeper shook his head embarrassedly: "We need to clean up the room separately. Today, we can't change it." "Oh, unbelievable." The chubby aristocratic teenager said: "I want to write to tell my mother what happened here, I believe she is willing to discuss this matter with her friends, then Lock College will have a reputation. It's far off." 　　 The aristocratic boy has blond hair and blue eyes, fair skin, but he is a little chubby. I guess he is holding his head so hard because of the thick double chin, but it makes him look like a scornful little bastard. The black-haired boy opposite him was at a loss and looked miserable as if he had done something wrong. 　　

I hesitated for a moment, and went forward: "Good afternoon, gentlemen, I heard your dispute, if you don't mind, I can cooperate with you to change the room." 　　 The housekeeper in a black school robe drew a cross on his chest. As if he had been rescued, he bent over and said to me, "What a good boy, thank you for your help." 　　 The black-haired boy exaggeratedly relieved, and cautiously said to me: "Thank you." Then he fleeed and ordered the servant to pack up. 　　 The chubby young man still raised his chin and looked at people from the corner of his eyes. He glanced at me up and down, and said to me like a gift: "Forgive me, your name?" 　　

I was a little bit dumbfounded by his attitude, but still politely smiled at him: "Hello, Adam Constantine, my father is Mr. Dean Constantine, the owner of Quint Estate in Kent." 　　 I use the word "Mr." to describe my father, which shows that he is only a landlord squire, not a nobleman with a title. 　　 Little chunky hummed, nodded, and admitted my identity.

　　 Then he put a pair of small hands behind him, straightened his spine and said, "Hello, I am Edward Felmont, the youngest son of the Earl of Felmont, hope we will get along well from now on." 　　 Although he said get along, but his attitude is still high, his nose has to go up to the sky, this style really makes people want to raise his fist and beat him. 　　

I don't want to cause trouble, but I can't bear to watch the businessman's child be bullied, so I bend over to the little nobleman and say, "This is my honor." Little chunky seemed to be very satisfied with my acknowledge. He said, "I want to thank you for today's affairs. If you have time, you can come to my place as a guest. I'll be unaccompanied." After he finished speaking, he strode back to the room with great momentum. . 　　 Looking at this child's Behaviour, I couldn't laugh or cry. He was 80% of what he had learned from the adults in his family. He was just a childish young man who did so. Not only did he have no authority, but he appeared very naive. 　　 I shook my head. Just about to turn around and leave, I suddenly remembered the name he had just reported. 　　 "Edward Felmont? Isn't it the Felmont?" I looked at his door suspiciously. 　　 In my previous life, I worked as a recorder in a factory in London. At that time, there was a scandal that spread all over London. 　　 The youngest son of a nobleman was brought to court for murder. The court sentenced him to 30 lashes and exiled him to the colony for five years. His father didn't know why, instead of protecting his son, he announced that he was severing relations with him. Just when everyone thought the incident had disappeared, five years later, the protagonist of the story returned from the colony, with the identity of the new nobility and wealth, and entered the House of Commons with the support of the new nobility. 　　

The reason I was so impressed with this sensational adult was that someone scolded me and said that I and the Mr. Felmont are like evil spirits out of hell. I heard that this adult also had a long scar on his face because of the caning, and his personality was dark and cruel, and he entered the parliament through many despicable means. 　　Looking at the virtues of the little fat man just now, he is probably not the same person, I thought. 　　 When I exchanged rooms with the businessman's son, I learned that his name is John Martin. It's an extremely simple name. 　　 John has a very good impression on me because I just helped him. He looks like a very timid person, but now he has the courage to get close to me. 　　 "I... Did I offend him?" John asked me nervously. 　　 "Leave him alone, he is just the earl's son, not the earl himself, what are you afraid of?" I said. 　　 "But when I came, my father told me to get along with the classmates here. If he knew that I was disliked by the the young master of the noble family, he would definitely give me a lecture." John said scaredly. John came from a typical upstart family. He heard that his father had a relationship with a councillor and opened a textile factory in Oxfordshire and made a lot of money. Very luxurious. But when he wanted to deal with some local gentlemen, he found that no one paid attention to him except those who borrowed money, and even the upper class of the county ridiculed him. John's father understood the whole story and knew that people laughed at him because of his merchant status. In order to change this, he did all he could to trust people and sent his son to this aristocratic school in an attempt to seek a fundamental change in status. . John understands this, but it is a pity that he was a little country boy who knew nothing before he came to school. He couldn't get along with these high-ranking children from the gentry class. This was destined to be destined for him as soon as he came. despise. 　　If I have not experienced the previous life, I might treat John like other children, but I am not. The gods are above, let a person who has experienced death return to this world. The merciful god has mercy on me. I should cherish this hard-won opportunity and do not disappoint the merciful Lord. 　　 School is open and life is very busy. 　　 Don't think that studying and living in aristocratic schools is easy. Let me, a person who has been to a charity school, tell you that studying and living in upper-class schools is more difficult. 　　 We have been busy almost since we opened our eyes. We are full of arrangements for study, sports, entertainment, and social interaction. When you are tired, you will be asleep as soon as you go to bed at night. Of course, the premise is that if you take your studies seriously, as an upper-class brother, if you don't study, no one will care about you. Because the nobility and gentleman class have high requirements for enjoying life, you can completely avoid studying, as long as there is land inheritance, you will always be a gentleman. 　　I didn't come for enjoyment. My goal is to be able to enter the university and get a real gentleman status, so I must be diligent. 350 pounds seems to be a lot, but I spent nearly 200 pounds a year in this school. Unless I get a scholarship, I can't hold on to graduation. As a psychological adult, the basic practical knowledge is naturally not difficult for me. The difficulty lies in those lace courses, such as literature, painting, music, fencing, etc., but I am not a lady waiting to be married in my boudoir, fencing. Nothing like horse riding, painting and playing the piano are too terrible. 　　Other students can perform well in these subjects, because of their background, they have been influenced by this aspect since childhood. Although I am also the son of a gentleman, it is a pity that my father ignored me at all. Mrs. Jenny spent the whole day thinking about fighting against William's brother, so she naturally treated me as an invisible person. I almost spent my childhood freely. Like the wild children outside, they play madly in the wasteland all day long. Don't talk about painting or playing the piano, I don't have to climb to the tree every day to dig out the bird's eggs. So in the painting class, my painting teacher looked at me with a terrible expression. He shook his head regretfully and said, "Mr. Constantine, I must regret to say that you have no talent for painting at all, and you have to work harder. . But Mr. Martin has done a good job and is very agile." 　　 I looked at the lump of things on my canvas, and smiled awkwardly. Look at John again. He is indeed very talented in painting. Although he is a novice, he is much better than me. 　　As a child of a businessman, he was not even fluent in reading and spelling before he came to school, so his schoolwork was very bad. Not only did the students look down on him, but even the teacher didn't like him. I seemed to be his only friend, and he followed me all day. 　　 A student glanced at John's paintings and murmured to the people around him: "I guess he can become a painter after graduation, carrying a painting shelf and selling paintings on the street." 　　 parented to be a whisper, the voice was so loud that everyone could hear it. There was laughter from the students around, and John's face turned red. 　　The painting teacher reprimanded angrily: "Keep quiet! Be quiet!" 　　 After class, the student didn't let John go, and came over to laugh at him and said, "Hey! Hillbilly, why don't you go home? This is not a place where upstarts like you can come." 　　 John hesitated, he looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to refute a word. 　　 I sighed and stepped forward and said, "Pete, be more tolerant when you are alive, lest you die and go to hell. You must know that life is short, but death is a long time." When Peter heard what I said, his angry face went red. He pointed at me and his whole body was shaking: "You, how dare you say this to me! You dare to curse me in hell! I am going to write to my father and tell my father ." 　　 "Write it, write it, see if your father will write a letter to scold me, or laugh at you for being timid and useless." I retorted. 　　

I believe he will not cause trouble. We are all sons of a squire, with the same status and identity. His father will not write to my father because of the little dispute between his son and his classmates. But if it is a young master of the aristocratic class, I have to weigh it before I settle a grievance with them. Simon helped me hide the things about going to school. My father thought I was going to the charity school with an annual fee of 4 pounds. 　　 Pete stared at us angrily. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he greeted him loudly: "Edward, Edward, look at this guy, actually defending this upstart's son." 　　 Hearing his complaint, I feel even more helpless, boy, maybe don't complain with your father, but you need to filed it with your classmates?