Tan Jing was standing in front of the academy, and he didn't want to see him, so the security guard raised his eyebrows and blasted him out. Tan Jing was pushed and driven out, and Wei Jieling was even more worried, afraid that she would fall into Lu Peiming's way in a daze, and she didn't know what happened when she died.

He left the main entrance of Yuxian College and walked around the outside of the campus, trying to find a low fence to jump into. But the walls around the school are tall and sturdy, and they have been raised and reinforced on the original foundation, like a towering city.

City?

Tan Jing frowned, took two steps back to look at the wall, and found half a wooden stick and knocked it on the wall.

There was a small commotion in the wall, Tan Jing heard someone shouting in Japanese, "There is someone outside the wall", he didn't have time to be stunned, the security guard who had picked him up before rushed over from the corner with a gun, his face was grim, and after seeing that it was Tan Jing, he was relieved: "Why are you again?" The dean said that he didn't want to see you, so don't toss, it's useless to toss. ”

He walked over to Tan Jing with a gun in one hand: "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

Tan Jing was pushed out by the security guard with the clothes on his left shoulder, and he staggered to the corner, where he saw several Japanese soldiers with loaded guns waiting in the corner, with the rifle safe and ready to rush out and beat him into a sieve at any time.

The security guard followed from behind: "You go quickly, don't wait for our dean to be annoyed, the gun won't recognize anyone at that time." ”

Tan Jing smiled at him calmly: "I'm sorry, let's go." ”

A small academy that provides basic education for poor children is as heavily guarded as a secret agency. Tan Jing suddenly remembered what Ono Meidai once said to him, Wei Jieling also had a female secretary by her side who taught her Japanese.

Does Wei Jieling need a female secretary to teach her Japanese?

He subconsciously wanted to find his bike, but he looked around and realized that it had been stolen. The fighting spirit that had just risen was mixed with a little frustration, and he stood on the side of the road for a long time, and suddenly became a prank, found the front desk of a high-end hotel, and borrowed their phone to call the consulate secretariat.

Midai Ono answered the phone in Japanese, because most of the people who can call her desk directly are Japanese.

Tan Jing also used Japanese: "I want to apply to Secretary Ono for this month's allowance, and I need it urgently." ”

Ono Medai immediately heard his voice: "Talking about competition? ”

A crisp sentence penetrated into his ear through the wire and earpiece, scratching the ear canal.

"It's me," Tan Jing coughed, still in Japanese, "did you deposit it in a bank account, or did I go to the consulate and pick it up in person?" ”

"What's urgent?" Midai Ono asked, "Talking about the reporter's meritorious service so quickly?" ”

"I lost my bike," he said lightly on the other end of the phone, "I can't do it, so I want to buy a new one." ”

Ono Meidai frowned and thought for a while: "How did you lose it?" ”

"Eating on the side of the road, eating lost." Tan Jing said, "Or the consulate will come forward to find the car for me?" ”

"Buy a new car for the reporter." Ono Meidai said simply, "I will do this in person, and within three days, I will definitely let the reporter use the new car." ”

She agreed too simply, which made Tan Jing stunned for a long time. He was ready to be rejected, so the call was just to taunt her. But Ono Meidai's cheerful attitude made Tan Jing feel that he was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

"By the way, talk about reporters," Ono called him on the phone, her voice smiling a little, "Do you have a favorite brand?" ”

"Ah, no...... No. Tan Jing suddenly became cramped, "Actually, there is no need to ......"

"Then I'll decide." Ono said, "Do you have anything else to do?" ”

Tan Jing's empty left hand unconsciously tugged at the corner of his shirt, and whenever he was cramped, he would rub the corner of his shirt with his thumb and forefinger.

"No ......" Tan Jing Ne responded, but didn't want to hang up the phone, "I'm in Yuxian Academy." ”

This sentence really aroused Ono Meidai's interest: "Have you met Dean Wei?" ”

"She doesn't see me," Tan Jing said, "I'm going to go to the courthouse and meet President Lu." ”

"Okay." This phone is connected to the phone in Sukawa Shun's office, and when Midai Ono is talking on the phone, Sukawa Shun can pick up the handset in the office at any time, so she can't say anything on the phone, "Do you have time after work?" Your new home needs to be settled as soon as possible. ”

"Half past five," these three words came out, and Tan Jing immediately realized that his tone was a little too excited, and quickly retracted again, "I'll wait for you in the café." ”

Ono should come down: "Okay, see you in the evening." ”

The blind sound of "beep" came from the microphone, which was not affected by the noise of the busy street at all, and it was transmitted very clearly into Tan Jing's ears. He took a deep breath with the microphone to calm down his undeserved and faintly excited mood, and then dialed the newspaper office, saying that he had something to do at night, and asked the photojournalist to go to the relief station to take pictures himself.

The photojournalist assigned to him by Yue Shixing was a newcomer to the newspaper house, and it was the first time that he had not gone to shoot with the veteran reporter himself, and he hummed on the phone and said that he was afraid that he would not be able to do it.

Tan Jing said into the microphone: "When you go to the relief station and see that scene, you know what kind of film you should shoot." ”

He came out of the hotel, across the road, and wandered outside Yuxian Academy for a while. Wei Jieling's office window was facing the gate of the college, and she snorted in disgust when she saw Tan Jing's figure.

The lunch with only one chopstick was still on Wei Jieling's desk, Tang Qiao was impatient to deal with her vexatious trouble, and after sending Tan Jing away, he turned around and left, throwing her to the Japanese female secretary.

The female secretary looked at Wei Jieling with a smile, and said softly when she spoke: "If the dean doesn't want to eat, then don't eat." ”

As she spoke, she put away all the plates and bowls on the table, but she never mentioned arranging new dishes for Wei Jieling.

Wei Jieling sat down behind the desk angrily, she got up in the morning and fell asleep, and only ate a small half bowl of milk sugar japonica rice porridge, which would have been hungry for a long time. She sat and watched as the Japanese woman neatly cleaned up the food box with her hands and feet, and the Japanese textbook was spread out on the table as if there had never been food on it.

The female secretary went out with the food and pulled the door from the outside. Her figure in a kimono limped past the window, and Wei Jieling saw her shadow disappear, and angrily threw the pen out of the window.

No one entered the dean's office for more than an hour, Wei Jieling lay on the desk, and the Japanese textbooks prepared for her by the female secretary were thrown to the ground. Lu Peiming walked in under such circumstances, and Tang Qiao rushed over to open the door.

Lu Peiming was followed by a male secretary, carrying a huge food box, which was specially for Wei Jieling. But in addition, he also specially ordered afternoon tea from Catherine, which was sent by the Lu family and given to everyone in the college.

Wei Jieling was sulking in the office, Lu Peiming came in with a smile, and she immediately turned red with grievances.

"Please do it for Mama Chen." Lu Peiming put the food box on the desk and took out the dishes in the same way. His secretary bent down to pick up the manuscript paper on the ground, and the pen bent the tip of the pen, and the secretary picked it up and looked at it, and threw it into the wastebasket.

No one wanted to serve the grumpy eldest lady, and after Lu Peiming arrived, Tang Qiao only came over to say hello and withdrew. Wei Jieling silently picked up the rice while shedding tears, the rice was steamed in chicken soup, fragrant but not greasy, but Wei Jieling ate the same taste as chewing wax.

Lu Peiming poured her sweet soup and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Wei Jieling sobbed: "Am I particularly incompetent?" ”

Lu Peiming said softly: "How can Miss Seven be incompetent, you are a patriotic and righteous man." ”

Wei Jieling was startled and hurried to see the male secretary who was squatting on the ground to pack up the book.

Lu Peiming looked over with her and called out to him: "Xiao Zhong." ”

Xiao Zhong raised his head in response, that face looked a little familiar, his eyebrows were deliberately thickened, and he still used the Wei family's eyebrows, which Wei Jieling could recognize at a glance.

Xiao Zhong smiled at Wei Jieling: "Seventh Miss." ”

It's the voice of the talk.

Wei Jieling looked at Lu Peiming in panic: "Why are you ......?"

Lu Peiming pressed his right index finger on Wei Jieling's lips, and then said, "Xiao Zhong, just clean it up and put it on the table, you can go out." ”

Tan Jing put the sorted book and manuscript paper on the other end of the table, bowed to Lu Peiming, and opened the door and went out.

Lu Peiming's fingers were still pressed against Wei Jieling's lips. After Tan Jing went out, a greeting soon sounded at the door, it was the Japanese "female secretary" of Tan Jing and Wei Jieling.

Lu Peiming let go of his hand and smiled at Wei Jieling: "He called me." ”

Wei Jieling shook her head: "I don't believe him." ”

Lu Peiming leaned on Wei Jieling's desk: "Although you can't trust people casually, you can't doubt people casually." Don't compete with yourself, if you can't do it, arrange for someone else to do it. ”

"I don't want to be a burden." Wei Jieling took a tissue to wipe her tears, she now felt that it was a shame to shed tears in front of people, especially when her task was not completed. "I can do something."

Lu Peiming held Wei Jieling's shoulder, leaned down, and stared into her eyes: "You can do something, but you don't have to do everything yourself." ”

Wei Jieling calmed down in his calm and calm eyes, she lowered her head and inhaled deeply, Lu Peiming handed her the soup, Wei Jieling took it, held it in her hand, and put it back after a while.

"You called him, do you think the Japanese won't guard against him?"

Lu Peiming smiled: "They will guard against every Chinese, but if he wants to know something, he will do whatever it takes, he is the best reporter in Binhai." ”