In front of Paisying, [Parker Elementary School], Grande's van was squeezed into a pile of vans, but it was not conspicuous at all.

The irritable reporters and videographers waiting around the van were just wondering which media it was, when the back compartment turned on, and the aroma of muffins made their faces show a hint of relaxation.

Lola in the distance saw Grande's van at a glance, "Alice!" she waved in this direction, then stood on the set up table and said something impatiently to Kepler, and quickly ran this way.

"Alice, you're finally here!" Lola ran closer, bowing apologetically to the reporters around her, "Sorry for the long wait! Let's start now! Please wait a little longer!" as she approached Grande and looked over for help.

"Louise. Zach met Lola's eyes, "Let's entertain these reporters first." ”

It's no surprise that the third generation of the West End made its debut as the owner for the first time, and the scene was terrible.

Take a look around.

The adults of the West End, Smith, Falken, Barton, Mrs. Quinn...... The representatives of the first and second generations, all sitting at the back of the podium yawning, no more than Sharp.

On the side of the stage, the representatives of [Park Elementary School], including some teachers, elementary school students and parents of students, stood in a group, looking at the scene that was still being set up in confusion.

Kepler was still standing on the stage, irritably instructing the group of young men from Reipt High School to set up the seats under the stage. From time to time, I have to grab the microphone and yell without girlish etiquette, driving away my compatriots who are running around below - the children of the third generation of the West Side.

Then there's where Zach and the others are, and the media workers are frantically huddled around their press vans, helplessly watching the chaos of the scene.

They could have turned on the cameras right now and recorded the chaos and made the West End 3rd generation project a joke. But apparently the PR guys in the West End were responsible, at least Zach didn't see a camera lit up. Everybody is 'patiently' waiting for the moment when the scene can be recorded as a picture.

The delicious food eased the impatience of the media workers, and Louise smiled as she shuttled directly from press van to press van to hand out the muffins that everyone had made together in Grande's kitchen. Of course, this wise woman did not forget to occasionally put her name on it.

"You've worked hard. Oh, we. We're friends with Lola, and we're just here to help. Yes, it's Grande, the funeral home on the South End. Oh, are you Barton Daily? Hehe, thank you for writing Grande last time as 'the only funeral business that inherits tradition.'" Oh yes, we've been renovating lately, and we want to call it that, thank you. ”

Circle down. Louise received many business cards and had a good harvest.

Occasionally, when a third-generation West Side kid wanders in, Louise fills up muffins and reminds them, "Give it to your parents, grandparents." ”

At least from the scene at the scene, it seems that it is not only Lola and Kepler, who are slightly older and know a little bit about things, who are busy working.

Visually, it's still a little bit of time before the real start begins. Zach puts Alice and Louise together and pulls Lola. Began to help the reluctant high school boys set up the seats.

"Are these people you found?" Zach asked, placing the guest's name tag on the folding chair.

"No, it's Kepler!" Lola rolled her eyes, "Uh, some friends from Kyle's former team." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow. In the name of decentralization of the people of the West District, it is really thorough enough. The trivial things of setting up the event site were all left to Lola and them.

"Speaking of which, what about Kyle?" Zach looked around, but didn't notice. Instead, he saw Mrs. Barton holding a small plate in one hand and a muffin in the other, raising her eyebrows, and quickly eating a whole piece while no one was paying attention, and instructed the youngest son of the Falken family, who had run by, to fetch another piece.

Kyle is at the church, asking the church to raise donations. Lola's mood seemed to be a little irritable, she looked around cautiously, did not notice anyone eavesdropping, lowered her voice, rolled her eyes, "I don't have any money, my father won't give it to me, my grandmother won't give it to me!"

Zach raised an eyebrow, wait, this is different from what he heard Smith say, didn't the adults in the West Side agree to donate? It was Zach who missed it, and Smith said that they agreed to donate to the renovation project of [Park Elementary], or that it would not start in the near future, but he did not say that he would have to pay for the nursery during the summer vacation.

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you!" Lola rolled her eyes again, as if to complain, and muttered in a low voice, "That Blake guy isn't here to help." Annoying. ”

"By the way, what about Blake?" Zach asked. As the third generation of the West Side, the only social adult other than Pochi, whose job is PR in the mayor's office, he should be very good at such activities. If he had been here, the scene would not have been so chaotic.

"He said he could convince the mayor to support it!" Lola excited, quickly looked around, and tugged at the corners of her mouth in annoyance.

Zach thought about it for a while, but it didn't work, forget it, and changed the subject, "I see that Mrs. Quinn is also there." "Meaning, if Zach knew that the protagonist of this event was the third generation of the West End, could Poch also show up? This doesn't make sense, especially after Zach reminded Quinn of the potential danger yesterday.

"Mrs. Quinn is going to speak. Lola rolled her eyes, "Grandmother, they're just here to join in the fun!" Lola frowned, her voice a little quieter, "I said I hadn't appeared in front of the Barton people for a long time, and I came out to show my face......"

Zach raised his eyebrows, uh, he blamed him for this, wasn't it because these old people he reminded hadn't appeared in the eyes of ordinary people for too long.

"But none of them were ready to speak, and Mrs. Quinn would give a speech about what the symbolism was......" Lola shook her head, "I don't understand, that's how the process is arranged anyway." Mrs. Quin spoke, and then I, Teacher Tsui Sha, then my father, and then the media asked questions......"

Zach smiled and nodded, this order is very good, do you understand - Mrs. Quinn, the first generation representative of the West District and also a philanthropist, then the third generation representative and the organizer of this public welfare event, Lola, then the second generation representative, then the representative of [Parker Elementary School], and finally, the media made the final rendering and summary under the signal of public relations.

The current scene is chaotic, maybe it's not a bad thing, it's very simple, no one likes the protagonist to be smooth sailing. As the protagonist of this time, the third generation of the West Side suffers a little bit in such trivial things, and with a little dramatic flavor, the final report will be good-looking, isn't it. (To be continued......)