"You hold on, I'll call your dad to pick you up." Mullene said.

Fancy lifted his chest and shook his head and refused:

"They've been too busy lately to have time, so I'll take a break and go back by myself."

She told Xiao An that she would not leave the campus until she saw him.

Mu Lin said: "How can it be done, it's too dangerous outside, and now the streets are full of marches and self-reliance troops, what if something happens on the road?" I'll send you back in a moment. ”

The first reaction of fancy is to refuse.

Because she ran out secretly today, her parents didn't allow her to go out at all.

If the head teacher sends her back in person, she will definitely be discovered, and there will definitely be a reprimand and nagging at that time.

"Not really, I-"

Before she finished speaking, Mu Lin dialed her mother's phone.

"Hello? Hello, I am Dong Qinxin's homeroom teacher, is it like this...... Yes, I'll send her back later, no need? You're coming to pick her up? That's best, okay. ”

The fancy heads are all big.

"Your mom will pick you up later, you go to my office for a while, don't run around, the school is not safe now... Well? This school bag? ”

Mu Lin suddenly saw the black schoolbag in Fancy Arms.

Apparently a boy's.

Fancy said casually: "Ji Zhengqing's, he forgot to take it." ”

Mu Lin didn't care about the schoolbag, after all, the classes had stopped, and when she heard Ji Zhengqing's name, she sighed and muttered in a low voice:

"If only the catastrophe didn't happen, this kid will definitely be a character in the future..."

Fancy heard it, didn't answer, and hugged the schoolbag tighter.

Mu Lin took Fancy to his office, and after a thousand instructions, he quickly went upstairs to the principal's office.

At this time, the principal's office was already crowded with a bunch of teachers, and everyone was talking and clamoring.

The old headmaster was so noisy that he slapped the table and said angrily:

"Stop arguing! The quota of interstellar immigrants is approved by the state, and I can't be the master! If you're dissatisfied, don't come to me to complain! If you have the ability to march on the streets against immigrants, you will be quiet if you don't have the guts! ”

The scene fell silent in an instant.

Mu Lin also stopped, not daring to move forward.

After the headmaster lost his temper, he sat back in his chair like a deflated ball, rubbed his swollen temples and said:

"I know you all want to get more immigration qualifications for the students in your class, but the spaceship is so big, and the whole world is vying for this place, and it is already a big face for our school to allocate 10 places. I beg you to stop embarrassing my old bones, I have tried everything I can, what if I don't give it to me? I'm almost sixty today... In this current environment, I won't live for a few years, and my own quota has been given to other children, what do you still want me to do, do you dismantle my blood and bones? ”

After speaking, the old principal covered his mouth and coughed.

It's all like this, and it's not good for the teachers to block him anymore.

Mullin didn't leave until the end.

The old headmaster glanced at her, coughed twice, shook his head, and said:

"I know what you're looking for me, but I still say that, Ji Zhengqing can only be stayed, and he will not be allowed to immigrate from above."

Mu Lin was a little emotional:

"Headmaster, you should know Ji Zhengqing's talent in equipment research and development, as long as he is given time, he is enough to make a name for himself in this field! I—I really can't bear to be left to die like this, and you certainly won't watch such a person be strangled—"

The old headmaster interrupted her and said:

"Mu Lin, I can't do this, do you know what a first-degree felony is? Harming national interests, privately developing and smuggling dangerous weapons! If Ji Zhengqing hadn't caught the evidence of being in the same stream with his father, he would have been in Tartarus' prison now! Still want interstellar immigration? Impossible! Ahem, ahem—"

Mu Lin wanted to say something more, but when she saw the blood that the old principal coughed up in the palm of her hand, she was suddenly dumbfounded.

The old headmaster waved his hand, signaled that he was fine, and continued:

"I know Ji Zhengqing's talent better than you, and I know his commendability better, but he was born at the wrong time, and he was also born in the wrong place, he has to admit this fate... We all have to admit this fate..."

......

Fancy sat on a chair in the office, boringly rummaging through Ji Zhengqing's schoolbag in his hand.

There wasn't much in it, just a reader, and a metal Rubik's Cube.

The reader has pupil recognition and cannot be opened.

The Rubik's Cube doesn't move.

But it's possible that it's not a Rubik's cube, because all faces are the same color.

Fancy is also used to it, and she generally can't understand this man's things.

After a while, there was a dripping sound from the fancy oxygen cylinders, and the red light kept flashing.

With a sigh, he got up and walked to the hallway, where he bought another bottle from the self-service air vending machine.

Fancy found that this body was almost inseparable from the oxygen cylinder, and it was extremely weak.

Fortunately, the vampire bloodline is not restricted in the gunner's text, and cards, props can also be used,

Otherwise, with such a weak little body, the fancy people don't know how many days they can survive in such a doomsday environment.

But on second thought, she can use it, and so can the other missionaries who come in.

And the taskers who dare to come in are all big guys who don't want to die, and I don't know how many good things there are in the system.

The fancy front foot had just returned to the office, and the back foot head teacher, Mu Lin, had also returned, followed by a woman with hurried steps.

"Qinqin!" The woman shouted before she could reach the door.

After seeing the woman's appearance, Fancy stayed for a moment, but quickly covered it up.

Dong's mother looks very much like her own mother Qin Jing.

The fancy woman who abandoned her at birth, leaving only a photo.

Although there are only five or six points of similarity, Fancy still can't help but overlap the photos of the person in front of him and Qin Jing, and then produce an instinctive physical and psychological double disgust.

If you say that it is fancy, you hate and can't give up your aunt.

Then she will only have pure hatred and disgust for her own mother.

This emotion is almost uncontrollably transferred to anyone who resembles her.

Dong's mother stepped forward quickly, grabbed her daughter's shoulder and looked up and down, and was relieved to see that there was nothing wrong.

She didn't reprimand her daughter for being disobedient and leaving home without permission, she didn't even mention it, she politely thanked the head teacher Mu Lin, and prepared to go back.

She naturally took her little daughter's hand.

Fancy quickly put her hand in her jacket pocket, didn't let her touch it, and stood still and didn't leave.

Xiao An hasn't come to her yet.

Dong's mother was stunned, but she still asked softly in a good-natured voice:

"Do you want to wait for your classmates to go back together?"

She looked at the black schoolbag her daughter was carrying in her left hand.

A boy's school bag?

Her baby daughter actually took the initiative to wait for a boy.

Fancy didn't know what to say in the face of her, and he didn't bother to make up lies, so he simply pursed his lips and didn't speak.

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