Chapter 330
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What did Lott's story mean? The United States was no longer the melting pot it had been in 1948. More Asians, Africans and Latinos had been integrated into the United States, creating a big family.
Yellow-Skinned people were excluded from the system. Is he trying to take advantage of the public opinion of 911? He has no intention of leaving other races a way out.
Let's wait and see.
Lott had no time to care about anything else. According to Xu's father, he would resign in a few days. He would be the leader of the Republican Party in the Senate.
He won't die if he doesn't make a fuss...
Qin Guan was a good boy, so he didn't notice the commotion at all. Before the end of the class, Professor Martin started to praise the students.
The old man really loved his studies, so he attached great importance to Qin Guan's rigorous work.
After reading the papers in the morning, the old man had secretly drunk some jasmine tea, which was a gift from his old friend in China. It was the best scented tea in China.
Actually, if Qin Guan had seen it, he wouldn't have had the heart to expose the old man. It was a common product of Zhang Yiyuan.
The tin bucket was filled with jasmine tea, which cost 80 yuan per kilo. It was very common.
However, no one could compare to Zhang Yiyuan's brand of jasmine tea. After all, Zhang Yiyuan had his own way of stir-frying, which was a century-old secret that couldn't be leaked to outsiders.
The old man said, "I'd like to praise you and criticize you. You did a great job. I thought an exchange student wouldn't be able to adapt to Columbia's teaching style so quickly. I didn't expect you to get used to it so quickly."
"You are indeed a top student. You deserve the praise."
Prof. Martin was a strict old man. All the students in the room were shocked by his high praise. Only Qin Guan remained calm.
You must have never taken the College Entrance Exam in China. You had to do two sets of papers in one hour. That was a piece of cake for a talented Chinese student like Qin Guan.
Martin looked at Qin Guan's calm face and nodded to himself. That student has a good temperament. Prof. Martin couldn't help but sigh. He looked at the last row of the classroom and said, "Kuhn, you didn't hand in your homework today.
"Kuhn, you didn't hand in economics homework today, but dog poop from a dog walker, right? Is this how you fool your homework?"
"Kuhn? Kuhn? "
Mr. Martin shouted a few times, but the students in the back couldn't stand it anymore. They pushed Kuhn, who was in the corner, awake. The unlucky kid had a light night's sleep, and he finally fell asleep.
Prof. Martin looked at Kuhn, who looked tired. He was his favorite student after all. He sighed and said helplessly, "You stay after class. The others are dismissed."
Xu pulled Qin Guan's bag and gestured in the direction of the lounge. Qin Guan understood immediately and nodded.
Xu put his backpack on his back and took some change out of his pocket. "The coffee is good, and there are some students' drawings on the cups. I'll show you the style of Columbia University."
When the two of them walked to the square, they saw boys in twos and threes gathering on the lawn in front of the Roche Library. The football game that was held three times a week was not just for show.
Xu said without turning his head, "Asian students rarely play football. The Ivy League is often held here. It's one of the best sports at Columbia."
"Of course, he is not as good as John, your new friend. Our Columbia University basketball team is one of the best in the NCAA. We are ranked first among all the Ivy League schools."
"Really? Did you see us yesterday? "Qin Guan asked curiously.
"Of course. Their quarrels were as melodramatic as the feuds between rich families on the Upper East Side. Actually, Columbia students are very low-key, just like you."
"Maybe a bookworm's house is a group of academic professors, or a kid in rags is the son of a governor. After all, there are many politicians here. After all, people have more money, so they have to pursue their dreams."
What pursuit of ideals? In the money-oriented United States, you're telling me these hypocritical things. Only the naive Americans like such hypocritical things.
As they chatted about Columbia University, they passed through the gym and arrived at an independent dance studio.
Suddenly, Xu remembered something. He handed the notice to Qin Guan. "It's a welcome party at Columbia. You should go and listen to it. It's organized by your students from China. I don't know why they sent me a notice." “
Qin Guan looked at the note in front of him. That's interesting. More and more Chinese students are coming to Columbia. It's said that the Chinese University of Columbia has a good share of resources. I'll go and have a look.
Qin Guan didn't say much. He just continued his lesson. His melodious voice attracted the attention of many people. Americans had never heard of such a new form of music.
When Xu stopped and was about to leave with Qin Guan, he saw a crowd of people crowding around the glass window.
It was the president of the Opera Club who had heard the news. He had been called by his roommate to recruit talents. With the influx of new students, it was the best time for clubs to recruit talents. With the addition of new blood, he would be able to leave a good impression on Columbia University during the new season's club assessment.
Unlike domestic universities, the clubs at Columbia were not independent. They were responsible for their own profits and losses. There was a certain quota for clubs and resources.
The school also had the power to supervise the club's external sponsorship and donations, as well as the club's independent financial operation report.
It was a pity that Qin Guan, who had his own academic plans, had refused the invitation of the Opera Club again and again. Xu felt sorry for Qin Guan.
He wanted to dissuade Qin Guan from making a decision so quickly, but a persistent man stayed in the crowd.
It was Wendy, the proud girl who had saved Qin Guan when he had first entered Columbia. She had stayed because she wanted to persuade Qin Guan again.
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