After the sports day and cooking competition, there is still no parent-teacher meeting in the form of a symposium. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After the families had finished eating, the head teacher, Chen Jie, stood up in the middle of the place where the families of the students in Class 4 (5) were sitting.

"Thank you very much to all the parents for being here and spending such a day with their children. That's the end of today's activity, and everyone can go back with their children. Of course, if you want to continue to visit the school, you can do it. ”

"Wait, isn't it a parent-teacher meeting today?" Tong Jianjun was stunned, this didn't mean to hold a parent-teacher meeting at all.

"I will do the conversation with the parents in the form of home visits, every child is different, I think the effect may be better for peer-to-peer, so I will say goodbye today. ”

"......" This teacher is more casual than himself.

Parents stood up and left one after another, and Lu Mingfei also stood up: "Then, it's time for us to say goodbye, come to my house to play when you have time, Mirage." ”

"Okay, Uncle Lu. ”

"You must make sure that I come back at home, otherwise it is difficult to guarantee that the gentleman's father will do something terrible. Lu Nali said with a serious face.

"I'm just a gentleman, not a pervert!" Lu Mingfei explained to himself.

"I see. Xiao Mirage nodded, "I'll pick Uncle Lu to come over when he is not there." ”

"......" Lu Mingfei was powerless to defend, and the label of pervert had been deeply embedded in him.

"Nanali can also come to our house to play when she is free, Xiao Mirage should have told you the address, right?" Tong Jianjun invited.

"Well, I'll definitely come back, Uncle Tong is going to cook another dish for me to eat!" Lu Nali nodded vigorously.

"No problem. Tong Jianjun agreed with a smile.

Tears flowed in his heart, Lu Mingfei felt extremely sad, why is the gap between people so big?

……

Maybe it's because of the small place of Muqiao, where the three great gods are entrenched, and since Tong Jianjun came back from Japan, there has been no dimensional invasion.

Compared to the frequency that used to happen almost every week, it should be normal now, and the wooden bridge in the past should be said to be too frequent.

"This is probably because the Dimensional Retreat has stopped a lot. The bureau explained.

"Dimensional Hermitage?" Tong Jianjun was stunned, "yes, I haven't seen these guys jump out recently, and they used to come out often to watch scenes." ”

"It's not just Muqiao, I've heard from colleagues from other sub-bureaus that I haven't seen any trouble from the Dimensional Retreat recently. The bureau touched the hot teacup in his hand, "What do you think, boy?"

"Well, the bureau...... Zhang Ju, I think there must be something strange in it. Tong Jianjun subconsciously replied.

"I think so too. "The bureau has inadvertently played a secondary meme, of course, it may also be deliberate," the Dimensional Hermitage has been almost extinct in China for some time, and they seem to have given up on spreading wild on this land. ”

"Their purpose is nothing more than the god of the old days, maybe it's because they have found a reincarnation of the god of the old days?" Tong Jianjun guessed, "The defeat in Japan may have made them realize that too scattered forces are not conducive to action and are easy to be broken by each one, so they gathered in one place?"

"I think your idea is very reasonable, but I don't know where they are gathered now. The bureau sighed, "We can only stand still now." ”

"Anyway, it's convenient to go anywhere now, and it's great to fly there on a rocket. Tong Jianjun joked.

"Little boy, your idea is also very good, rockets are much faster than supersonic aircraft, although the cost is a little higher, but if you use an intercontinental missile to send people, maybe it's not bad?" said the bureau seat, touching the teacup.

"Well, I'm just kidding. ”

"I'm kidding, too, haha. The voice of the bureau seat did not sound a joke at all, and Tong Jianjun always felt that he was seriously considering the idea of sending people away with missiles.

After coming out of the bureau's office, Tong Jianjun saw Li Jiahui walking towards him.

"Jia Wei is back today, and he asked us to go for a drink together in the evening. Li Jiahui opened his mouth and said, "As soon as I got off the plane, he called me, will you go at night?"

"Of course. Tong Jianjun said, "He also called me, and it sounded a little excited." ”

"Well, the feeling is what it feels like to be there. Li Jiahui said.

Since the party in the summer vacation, Chen Jiawei seems to have gone abroad, and it seems that he is following his father to do some international business in Africa, and he has just returned to China recently.

In front of the familiar small fried shop, there are two people waiting, one is Chen Jiawei, and the other person has never seen it, and he is still a black buddy.

"It's really dark. Tong Jianjun looked at Chen Jiawei's current honor, "At least half of your skin color has been integrated into Africa, will the black buddies there give you a discount because of this?"

"What kind of discount can you make, I heard others say that black buddies are honest, if you really treat them as honest when doing business, you just wait to be slaughtered. Chen Jiawei said with a smile.

"We all went abroad to do business, and we were not invited to eat abalone and lobster, or stir-fried, which is really disappointing. Li Jiahui quipped.

"It's not that I'm stingy, I just think that only the taste of this place feels more like home. Chen Jiawei explained, "If you really want abalone and lobster, I'll help you ask Dingzuntang if it will deliver takeaway." ”

"Haha, just kidding. Li Jiahui waved his hand, "How can abalone and lobster have a small stir-fry here." ”

"That's it. Huang Xuheng agreed.

"By the way, why didn't you bring the splash?" asked Li Jiahui.

"Divided. Huang Xuheng waved his hand, "Please don't mention it." ”

Tong Jianjun was stunned, when he went to Huang Xuheng's store two months ago, he saw that the two of them had a good relationship, why did they split up now.

"Speaking of which, Jiawei, what do you want to do when you come back this time? It's still early for the Chinese New Year, right?" Tong Jianjun asked, "And this buddy next to you is?"

"This is Dior, a friend of mine. Chen Jiawei introduced, "He can understand Chinese, but he doesn't like to talk much, please forgive me." ”

"Hang, and the one with that name?" asked Huang Xuheng.

"It's not a hanging, it's a hanging, phew, it's De Ao. Chen Jiawei paused in the middle and finally made Dior's name clear.

Tong Jianjun and Li Jiahui glanced at each other, both of them found that Hanging, uh, Dior was unusual. This black guy who doesn't like to talk has a lot of lives on his hands, and he has been hiding the key point of Chen Jiawei, and his eyes are also observing the surrounding environment.

Dior is more like a bodyguard, protecting Chen Jiawei from accidents.

This made Tong Jianjun a little curious, what kind of international business did Chen Jiawei do in Africa.