Chapter 11 - 4: Where Did the Lottery Ticket Go?_3

I rushed over, and those bastards didn't follow the rules at all. They didn't leave and even shot at us, injuring officers on the spot. I emptied four or five magazines, almost got hit by bullets, and barely made it back!" The sheriff's fists tightened, his knuckles turning white, as if still savoring the thrill from last night. As a family member, Julia was also terrified, as if the gunfire was right in front of her. Being a police officer in the poor areas of the United States is indeed a high-risk job. Every day it's either a shootout or violent conflict, and any slight negligence could cost your life. It's no wonder Mr. Congers is so temperamental; it's the result of long-term high pressure. After breakfast, Zhou Qingfeng once again shouldered his backpack and headed to the school bus stop with Selena. The tall and fat student continued to block the bus door, preventing Zhou Qingfeng from getting on, "If you want to go to school, walk there yourself." "That's ridiculous. Your way of bullying people is to stop them from getting on the school bus? Why don't you come down and fight me?" Zhou Qingfeng was amused outside the school bus. The tall and fat guy was unmoved, "I don't fight, but I don't want to see you at school." Selena was heartbroken over her father's near-miss from the gunshots. She didn't accompany Zhou Qingfeng, just said "See you at school," and got on the bus. Zhou Qingfeng stood idly by the roadside with his backpack. He didn't wait long before Jennifer's fiery red convertible arrived as expected. The roar of the engine grew from afar and finally stopped stably in front of him. Jennifer leaned against the car door, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Victor, you missed the school bus again?" Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, "No, I was banned from getting on the school bus. It was like this yesterday, and today too. But maybe I can ride it again tomorrow." "Why?" Jennifer's curiosity was piqued, "What's special about tomorrow?" Zhou Qingfeng threw his backpack onto the back seat of the convertible, climbed into the passenger seat, and slowly fastened his seatbelt. "I bet, when I arrive at the school gate in your car, those who are jealous of me will be cursing the guy blocking the bus door today." Jennifer couldn't help but laugh, her laughter clear and delightful, "Hahaha... I can't wait to see that." Arriving at school and sitting in the classroom, Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were fixed on the blackboard, but his thoughts had already drifted far away. His mind was full of thoughts about that lottery ticket, trying to recall some clues, but he got nothing. "Victor," the graceful history teacher suddenly called out from the podium, interrupting Zhou Qingfeng's distraction. No one in the class was really paying attention, and the one student who seemed somewhat diligent was also absent-minded, prompting the teacher to name him. "'I must study politics and war so that my sons may have the liberty to study... mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture. so that their children may study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.' Who's the author of this quote?" All eyes instantly focused on Zhou Qingfeng. He froze for a moment, thought briefly, and uncertainly answered, "John Adams?" "Oh... No!" The students collectively let out a groan, feeling like fools because of Zhou Qingfeng's answer. A girl couldn't help but complain, "This is so unfair! How could a Chinese person know so much about our country's historical figures? Why does he have to study the history that we ourselves are too lazy to pay attention to? Why can't he do something else? Like the other boys in the class, going around chasing girls, isn't that better?" The history teacher on the podium sighed, "I'd like to know why too. But... Victor gets an A+ in today's class score, even though he was clearly distracted." "Oh... No!" The groans in the class grew louder. A boy cursed outright, "Fuck you, Victor! Can't you be a bit dumber? You're causing all of us trouble! With you in the class, I can't even get a C." The class session was ending, the teacher packed up the podium and beckoned towards Zhou Qingfeng, calling him again, "Victor, come to my office."