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765 Chapter 763

"Miles, Miles, the boy's father, go and call him down, I don't want him to be late for his first term at the new school."

After trying for the third time to call his own son, Miles Morales, downstairs for breakfast, but never got an answer.

Mrs. Morales couldn't help showing a rather annoyed expression on her face, she reached out and tapped the bottom of the frying pan twice with a spatula.

"Okay, dear—I'm going to get him down now, and it'll be all right, just wait for me."

Jefferson Davis patted his wife on the shoulder, walked out of the kitchen, and walked up the stairs.

However, what is Miles doing at this moment? Of course he didn't sleep in. He always gets up very early.

There was a quarto-sized wooden drawing board in front of him, and Miles held a watercolor pen in his hand, and he outlined a simple pattern with a few strokes.

Many kids choose part-time jobs to get extra pocket money, and Miles, a boy who just started high school, is no exception.

He likes to paint, of course, not those highly artistic professional paintings, but those street murals on the walls of the street.

You only need canned paint, an empty wall, and simple spray painting are enough to express what you want to express.

New York is the largest city in the world, but it is also a city with a rich history and a diverse local population.

Whether it is a rich area or a slum, this kind of brightly colored street wall painting will always appear in every street and alley.

Of course, the police in New York City will not allow these freelance artists to spread their ideas on the street.

After all, this is the city, the home of New Yorkers, not an oversized canvas on which to paint.

Miles Morales, a 16-year-old boy about to celebrate his 15th birthday.

He's also one of those freelance artists who defy city law enforcement and let loose their inspiration on the streets.

Miles is with his uncle, and similarly, his part-time job is also arranged for him by his uncle.

It's similar to posting small advertisements, drawing some slogans on paper and pasting them on the streets and alleys.

This is why even though it is 06:30 in the morning, he is not lying in bed.

He got up at six o'clock and drew on his drawing board for about half an hour.

With his earphones on, he sits alone at a table, holding a paintbrush, immersed in a world of art and inspiration.

"Myles? Myers—I'll teach you again, Myers, have you heard me?"

This was probably the third time Miles' father, Officer Jefferson Davis, had tried to call him.

It wasn't until his father's voice became a little annoyed that Miles heard him calling to himself through the music.

"What—I heard, what's going on, Daddy?"

Miles immediately showed a panicked expression, and while answering, he took off the stickers on the drawing board.

His father, Jefferson Davis, was a sergeant in the Brooklyn Precinct of the New York City Police Department.

He was a fellow law enforcement officer who was after Miles and his uncle and other freelance artists.

It is also for this reason that Miles would never let his father see him painting these stickers at home.

After all, what he did was indeed—well, although he didn't violate the law, it was also an unacceptable behavior.

If Dad finds out about this again, I'm afraid Miles will lose his ass again, as usual.

"Damn it, boy, are your school bags ready!"

Hearing the voice from downstairs, Miles glanced at the empty box on his bed.

Oh, damn it, what did I do, I was so addicted to painting that I forgot the most important thing.

Today is the first day of school, the day when I go to my new school, absolutely, absolutely nothing can go wrong.

If there are no problems with my school start, let alone what will happen now, I am afraid that my life will not be easy in the future.

"I...I'm all set, I'm just short...just a shirt, it'll be ready soon!"

Looking at the empty suitcase on his bed, Miles told a lie without blushing at all.

In a hurry, he threw the books he needed into the suitcase, and stuffed the clothes he needed into the backpack.

The new school is a noble high school named Vision Middle School in Brooklyn. It is said that it is newly located in this area.

It's just a boarding high school, so I can only go back to my home on weekends.

It is true that Miles' academic performance is really very, very high——

Although his score is enough to get the score line of Vision Middle School, he does not have a good family background.

His father was only a policeman in the Brooklyn branch of New York City, and his mother was a nurse.

According to my own family conditions, no matter what, I can never afford to go to this kind of school.

However, considering some special factors, Vision Middle School will still choose to recruit some poor students.

Not all of the [-] middle schools in the Brooklyn area were eligible for selection.

It is absolutely impossible for tens of thousands of students who are about to enter high school to share a few places.

Fortunately, Miles' alma mater, Brooklyn Middle School, is a qualified school.

And Miles Morales was the only lucky one who graduated from Brooklyn Middle School that year.

He got tickets to Vision Middle School in Brooklyn—and it was tuition-free.

This matter was Miles' luck, and indeed it saved a lot of expenses for the not-so-rich family.

After all, the tuition fees of Vision Middle School can be said to be quite expensive even in New York.

At the same time, this noble middle school has the best teachers and educational ability, which is enough to train the best students.

So—no matter what Miles himself thinks, he can only choose this noble middle school.

Time was tight and tasks were heavy, and Miles immediately dug out the school uniforms distributed by Vision Middle School after the luggage preparations were completed.

The school uniform is a suit, a dark blue suit jacket, paired with white trousers, and it was delivered to his home together with his admission letter.

Isn't it interesting, even though it's only a junior high school, there is such a thing as an admission letter that can only be accepted by universities.

Perhaps Vision Middle School is indeed very grand, but Myers doesn't actually have much thought about this matter.

He just wants to clean up quickly, go downstairs to finish his breakfast, and then go to the new school to take a good look at his new school.

PS:

The chapter name originally wanted to use Back to School Day, but after thinking about it, although it is a meme, it seems not quite right