[Don't challenge the courage of our mecha soldiers!]
[…]
哬.
Ren Dong was lying on his office chair, smiling, he also had bad tastes.
[Then what if I tell you that I am Ren Dong?]
[Dean Dongdong has already rested at this point, you are really pretending.]
[But I worked overtime today and haven't returned yet.]
[The more you say it, the more it looks like it.]
The more detailed he said, the more hypocritical he seemed to everyone.
Words are not as good as evidence, Ren Dong thought for a while, took a photo of the desk and sent it to the group, [You seem to know me very well, but you don’t know it well enough.]
[I can see that classmate Jiang Jiujiu is indeed very popular in our school. I will ask her and the principal about your idea of hoping that classmate Jiang can open a small cafeteria in the school.]
This tone, this tone!
This picture!
[... Dean?]
[It's me. I'm the dean's trumpet.]
[…]
Although very speechless, everyone was only speechless for a while, because soon everyone became happy again! Hey, this person is the dean!
That is to say, there is no need for a parade, and the principal can know about it!
The advantages and disadvantages are indeed parallel!
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The next day, a week, it was the first time for Qiuqiu to go through this kind of cycle. She was in a daze in the dormitory before washing her face and going to the teaching building of the healing department.
Classes are both fun and boring.
More knowledge can be learned, but the pattern of each class is almost the same.
But you still have to listen, as an adult, overcoming the boring life and study is also a necessary cultivation.
Besides, Qiuqiu is different from ordinary people, she can always find a little pattern in the boring life to activate herself.
She quickly devoted herself to the one-week class, making rapid progress like a sponge absorbing water.
The time of study is very fast. Qiuqiu ushered in her second fortnight in the Federal Military Academy. She still walks on both sides of the Mecha Academy in the nursing home. The number of days for 52 minutes and different practice combinations allow her to enjoy rich training. Life.
She was addicted to this kind of life, and then at the end of the second week, Dean Ren Dong looked for her again.
This time, it was Dean Ren who made peace with the principal.
Of course, not the canteen thing.
The headmaster knows it's something to keep everyone happy, but—
"This student is not as simple as you and I know." The principal looked sharply, "She can't take care of these things."
"?"
Ren Dong didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, "I think she has a lot of energy, but she can actually do special things—"
The headmaster shook his head, "No, that means she is full of energy now, and she will be busy with other things after a while."
"Other things?" Wait, Ren Dong couldn't figure it out, "What did you tell the principal directly? I don't know."
"It's confidential."
"..."
"Secret?!"
even if it wasn't—
His expression changed.
"Forget about opening the cafeteria. Although I am not a member of the healing department, I have all kinds of spiritual power. Doing that will not help her mental power as much as it does now."
"That girl's strength is proficient enough, she doesn't need to do that."
But everyone wants to eat it.
Dean Ren Dong wanted to eat it himself.
"Then principal, I won't talk about this, can I say something else?"
"What are you going to say again?" The principal pointed at him, "Don't say it first, let me guess."
"Come on for this - I turned down plan a, is your plan b getting me to go live?"