[Transformers] Different races, how can we fall in love?

Mr. Anthony's work efficiency is very fast. After three days, he helped me contact a nearby high school.When we went to school together to submit admission materials, I did not fill in the social security number of this body, but filled in another one—the social security number that the father of this body specially left for his daughter.

The computer system showed that the social security number was named Camilla Brown, a 15-year-old girl from New York whose parents had died.

When Mr. Anthony saw my name, he raised his eyebrows.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, feeling that it was an extremely sinful thing for me to deceive him.But according to the current situation, I have to do so.

It's just that Mr. Anthony didn't ask any more questions, and quickly helped me complete the admission procedures.

Studying in this world is a free thing. Mr. Anthony doesn’t need to pay any tuition fees for me, but I still have to eat, use and wear his clothes, and after I go to school, I can’t have more More time to help him do some work things.

I really wanted to explain this to him, but I knew I couldn't.

On the way home, Mr. Anthony was silent for a long time.He didn't blame me, maybe he thought it was normal for a little girl to go out alone and have the most basic defensive mentality.But what he didn't know was that even the name Camilla Brown was a lie.

Back home, Mr. Anthony finally spoke: "Arsana, what do you want for dinner?"

I saw that it was his calm face, and the corner of his lower lip squirmed, trying to say something, but found that he couldn't say it.Finally, I can only say: "Mr. Anthony, do you still want to call me Arsana?"

Mr. Anthony was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect me to ask such a question, then he smiled and said: "No matter who you are, in my eyes you are just a poor little boy who is about to starve to death on the side of the road Worm, Arsana."

My heart became hot, and my chest was full of emotion. I couldn't help opening my arms and hugging the man in front of me: "Thank you, Mr. Anthony."

Once again, I sighed why it wasn't him I met, but another person.

Mr. Anthony patted me on the shoulder, pushed me away and said, "Okay, little girl, I have to cook dinner for you now, what do you want to eat? I'll ask you again and give you a last chance to choose .”

"Anything is fine with me," I said.

"Okay, since you don't order food, then it looks like it's up to me to decide - in honor of you going to school tomorrow, we have to have a big meal today. Let me see what else is in the refrigerator. ’ he said as he turned and went to the kitchen.

I watched his leaving back, feeling warm in my heart.

At this time, half a year has passed since I came to this world, but this is the first time I have set foot in a school in this world.

When I stood at the door of the classroom and knocked on the door of the classroom, I really stood there obediently like a 15-year-old girl in this world.

The door of the classroom was opened, and a woman in her 30s appeared.She was wearing a black suit, her hair was tied tightly, and she looked like a rigid and strict person.

When she saw me, she turned around immediately and said to the whole class, "This is our new classmate, Camilla Brown."

More than 40 pairs of eyes stared at me in the whole room.

I don't feel intimidated, because I have experienced more people's gaze.With steady steps, I walked into the classroom.

My new teacher pointed to a seat in the corner and said to me, "Mr. Brown, you will sit there from now on."

I walked to my seat with my schoolbag on my back, took out the newly issued textbooks and some simple stationery, and waited for the class.

Later, under the introduction of this new teacher, I knew her name was Austin.

On the first day of school, I learned something new that I had never learned before.I am very interested in these contents, so in my spare time, I don't want to make any friends, just sit there quietly and read my book.So before I knew it, I was dubbed a "reader".

Of course, I don't care about all this.Because I think I don't need to haggle over these things with a group of children, it will only make me look very naive.

When school was over, Mr. Anthony came to pick me up.

He asked me about what happened in school, and I reported them one by one.And I also told him that I intend to study the courses in AP, so that the tuition fee of the university can be reduced.

Mr. Anthony naturally expressed full approval of my idea. He even said that he might cultivate a top student, while he said with a smile that he was once a scumbag.

"I'm really not interested in studying at all. No matter what the teacher says, I just can't listen to it. I think it's just a bee buzzing in front of me and making me cry. Can’t sleep.” Mr. Anthony laughed and said, “After I came into contact with cars, I realized that this is what I should do. And when I saw you, Arsana, I knew you were different from me. "

I smiled and didn't speak.

In the next long period of time, there are only two things in my life: the first thing is to help Mr. Antonin repair the car; the second thing is how to do my homework well.

I seldom interact with people, so I am simply a lone ranger and transparent person in the class.Some mischievous children thought of punishing me, playing pranks on me, and thinking about how to bully me as a freshman, but I won special attention from Ms. Austin with excellent grades.So if anyone wanted to make me feel bad, Ms. Austin would make him feel bad, and that solved a lot of unnecessary trouble for me.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I finally had the opportunity to study college courses.This also made me more and more busy with my studies, and I had less and less time to help Mr. Anthony.But Mr. Anthony was very happy about this, and he was not angry at all. He even wished that I could lie on the table and do my homework all day long.

I was spending more and more time and energy in the library and getting home later and later at night.In order not to let Mr. Anthony wait for me at the school gate for a long time every time, I went to take a driver's license test.Since then, I have owned the first car in my life, a second-hand Pashat specially modified by Mr. Anthony.

It's a gray car that feels cool, just doesn't go very fast, but it's good enough for transportation.

At the end of my third year of high school, the school informed me that I could go to Shanghai, China as an exchange student.All expenses, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, are borne by the school.

When the news was announced, all the classmates in the class were jealous of me.But I don't take it seriously, because I am going to help Mr. Anthony repair cars this summer vacation.