After dinner, Tong Jianjun took a few people back to the teaching building, watched them walk into the classroom, and then returned to the cafeteria. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cafeteria uncle saw Tong Jianjun come to cook again, and asked in surprise, "Teacher Tong, you haven't eaten enough?" Geralt bought so many meals before, which made the uncle impressed. He has been in the canteen food industry for 20 years, and he has never seen such a person who can eat, and he is a foreigner, and the canteen uncle who has never been in contact with foreigners privately thinks that all foreigners can eat so much. I've always heard how foreigners are rich, and it seems to be true, how can you afford such a way of eating without money.

Scratching his head embarrassedly, Tong Jianjun couldn't say that his right hand hadn't eaten, so he could only push all the pots on Geralt's head: "That foreign student just now was too good to eat, and he didn't even let go of mine after eating his own, I'll come to get some food." ”

After listening to Tong Jianjun's nonsense, the canteen uncle believed it: "Tsk, it seems that the rumors can't be taken seriously." I've heard that foreigners are very polite, but I didn't expect it to be all nonsense, and they didn't even let go of other people's food. Also, if you think about what they did in the Eight-Nation Alliance, you can see that their ancestors are this virtue, and their descendants are not much better......"

"Okay, okay, can the master cook for me first?" Tong Jianjun saw that the uncle in the cafeteria was talking endlessly, and if he continued to tear it down, he felt that he could go to a history class.

The canteen uncle was still a little unsatisfied, but it was his job to cook for the guests, so he put away the conversation and gave Tong Jianjun an old set meal of two meat and one vegetable.

After taking the plate, Tong Jianjun immediately left the meal window, so as not to be dragged by the canteen uncle to talk about world history for a while.

Still looking for a corner where no one was, Tong Jianjun put the dinner plate beside him: "Yu, it's time to eat." Although Yu didn't actually need to eat, Tong Jianjun would inevitably prepare her portion of food for Yu every time he arrived. How to put it, it feels a bit like feeding a pet, and I feel uncomfortable after one less time......

Although Yu said that except for the food cooked by Tong Jianjun herself, the soul energy provided by other foods was actually negligible, and she didn't actually need to eat, but as long as she looked at her expression when she ate, she knew that this machine spirit girl actually enjoyed the process of eating.

Why the meals he made had the effect of replenishing soul energy, Tong Jianjun didn't know. Didn't Li Jiahui say that the recovery speed of his soul energy was very fast, probably similar to the truth that X was full and overflowing, and he couldn't fit it in his body, so he transferred it to the food he cooked.

After feeding the feathers, Tong Jianjun returned to the teaching building again. It's not his shift tonight, and the homework he handed in before will be changed in the afternoon. Tong Jianjun's way of assigning homework is still learned from his own high school Chinese teacher, and the amount of homework every day is pitiful, and it can be completed in no more than ten minutes at most. Anyway, Tong Jianjun's Chinese homework booklet in high school was basically empty, because the teacher didn't assign those parts of the homework at all. But it's strange to say that Tong Jianjun's high school class's Chinese scores are the first in the grade every time, and the teacher's homework is assigned to the point every time.

Picking out a few of the homework books that were too poorly written, Tong Jianjun was going to go to class tomorrow and talking to these people about the importance of good handwriting to Chinese grades. After all, many times the correction of Chinese test papers depends on the teacher's subjective scores, and if the handwriting is too poor, a lot of impression points will be deducted.

I prepared the courseware handouts for tomorrow's lecture and went through the class scene in my mind. It was only half past seven after everything was done, and it was still early for the night self-study to leave school.

As soon as I took out my mobile phone and was about to play, a reminder of QQ's special attention sounded, and Mi Qi Aya was online.

Without waiting for Tong Jianjun to send a greeting, Mi Qiya had already found him: "Are you there?"

"Yes. Is there something wrong?" Tong Jianjun took a few deep breaths to calm down his excited mood, and pretended to be very cold and replied.

"I can't talk to you if it's okay, busy Teacher Tong?"

"How dare you, the big star came to chat with me, a little teacher, I was really scared, I didn't organize the language at the time and didn't know how to reply, don't mind, don't mind. Tong Jianjun couldn't care about pretending to be cold, and immediately returned to his coercive nature, typing quickly with his fingers, for fear of waiting for a long time on the other side.

"You're poor-mouthed. There's nothing to be busy with tonight.,I want to go shopping in Muqiao.,It's just that there's a lack of a little teacher who is very strong in combat and familiar with Muqiao.,I haven't been back to Muqiao for so many years.,I feel like it's changed so much.,I don't know if a busy person is free?"

Tong Jianjun couldn't help himself excitedly, if it weren't for other teachers in the office, he would have jumped up and danced a long time ago.

"I'm free, of course I'm free!, where am I going to find you?"

"Right in front of that hotel the night before. ”

"I'll go over right away!" Tong Jianjun walked out of the office with a brisk stride, and ran out with a red face, looking like a baboon in heat. While running, he sent a text message to Tong Xinyi, to the effect that your brother went to find your future sister-in-law, and he went home by himself at night, and the spare key was in the third pair of shoes at the top of the shoe cabinet.

Tong Xinyi's combat power Tong Jianjun still has a general understanding of what happened in the morning, even the C-level guy is not his opponent, whether he can beat him is a question, there is no need to worry about his safety at all, not to mention that there is a Geralt who is like a fart. If anyone who doesn't open his eyes dares to trouble him, Tong Jianjun will have to worry about that guy, after all, there are three scumbags as a lesson from the past.

I was going to the downtown area, and it was obviously unrealistic to run all the way to the world, Tong Jianjun stopped a taxi at the school gate. Although Huahai Middle School is located in the suburbs, it is easy to find a taxi at the door because it is a school.

"Master, go to Caesar Hotel. As soon as Tong Jianjun got into the car, he couldn't wait to say, "I'm in a hurry, can you hurry up?"

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, he glanced at Tong Jianjun, who looked like a baboon in estrus, and immediately gave a 'I understand' look: "Don't worry, young man, you are in the right car, I can't find a faster and safer taxi than me in the whole wooden bridge!"

After that, as soon as he pulled the gear and stepped on the accelerator, the engine made a roaring sound, as if waking up a sleeping beast.

A yellow taxi, like a ghost, weaves through the city's traffic, leaving only a flash of red taillights, telling the owners behind them that they have been overtaken in an instant.

Rao Yi Tong Jianjun died once (I can't remember the memories I hung up when I was a child), and his face couldn't help but turn a little pale: "Master, dare to ask if you used to be a racing driver?"

The middle-aged driver showed a disdainful smile: "Racer, young man, I used to drive the No. 11 bus, and I only switched to a taxi this year." ”

Tong Jianjun was suddenly in awe, the No. 11 bus, which is a metropolitan legend in Muqiao City. He once sat in college once, and Tong Jianjun will never forget that experience, the eighty-yard bus that drifted around the corner almost didn't throw him out, which was more exciting than a roller coaster.

After getting out of the car, Tong Jianjun's legs were still a little weak. The driver handed him a business card, on which in addition to his name and contact information, there was a sentence - "The range of the wooden bridge will definitely arrive within ten minutes".

"Lad, stay safe at night. The driver showed a smile that all men understand at Tong Jianjun, "You can find me next time if you have anything more urgent." ”