Probably because she didn't want to be recognized, she was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans, with sunglasses and a peaked cap on her head, looking very low-key. It's just that the fourth prince's memory is too deep for this third sister. Even if he covers his face tightly, he can tell it immediately by listening to the voice.
Roland glanced at the note attached to the armrest of the chair, confirmed that he was not sitting in the wrong position, and asked, "Why can't it be me?"
"Hmph," she apparently saw the name on the note, so she could only let out a dissatisfied snort.
"Speaking of which, you actually have children?"
This is unbelievable. Could it be that Garcia not only gave birth to a child after going to Bishui Port, but was also swallowed by Zero together in the Battle of Eternal Winter
"Cousin," she said coldly.
Well, it seems to be a substitute.
For some reason, Roland felt a little strange in his heart. Garcia's attitude towards him seemed to have changed a bit from when he first met him. Although his impatience was still evident, it was no longer the initial contempt and disgust.
With the arrival of people from all walks of life, the parent-teacher meeting finally began. After the teachers on the stage finished talking about the new semester plan, it was the students' turn to speak. When Zero stood up, there was a lot of discussion in the parent group, and the children also turned their attention to her - I have to say, it is really cheating to keep the appearance of a witch in the dream world, especially That pure natural white hair and crystal red pupils raised this beauty to a unique level.
Since the family members had to stand up to accompany the students when they spoke, Roland had to enjoy the "attention ceremony". Zero is naturally a child of someone else's family, but he has become an incompetent adult... This is from the doubts in the eyes of other parents and You can feel it just by laughing—everyone else is dressed as formally as possible, and his casual dress with cartoon short sleeves and half-length pants is really out of tune with everyone.
After returning to his seat, Roland felt that Garcia seemed to be peeking at him, which made him feel even more depressed—the other party was wearing sunglasses, and he seemed to have no scruples. For embarrassment.
It didn't take long for him to feel his elbow being pushed by the other party, and a note was handed over.
Roland frowned and spread out the note. The writing on it was like a knife and axe. Even if he didn't understand calligraphy, he could feel the power contained in the brushstrokes, but the content made his heart skip a beat.
"You're the mysterious martial artist who ran down the street a while ago, right?"
How the hell did she know that!
Roland looked at Garcia involuntarily, but found that the other party was still writing something.
Soon the second note also came to him.
"Don't deny it, Martial Daoists have a very keen memory for judging the body shape and the details of their actions. When I first saw the news, I felt very familiar, but now I finally confirm it. Are you a power of nature who just awakened not long ago, or did you start from the beginning? Are you hiding your identity from the beginning? Answer me honestly!”
Memory shape? Isn't it so exaggerated that even if the circulating videos are placed in front of him, he is not sure that he will recognize himself? But having said that, Garcia shouldn't ask for a person with a similar body shape, and being able to link him to a mysterious martial artist has proven that her observation skills are indeed far beyond ordinary people in a sense.
Could this be the reason for her attitude change
Roland hesitated, and just raised his hand, a pen was already stretched out to his hand.
He was going to deny it, dismissing it as absurd, but when the tip of the pen touched the paper, a thought suddenly flooded into his mind.
To be honest, his interest in martial arts is only at the level of melon-eating audience watching the excitement, and he has no idea about appearing in the ring in person. In the dream world, he can be considered a half god of creation anyway, winning is a matter of course, and losing is even more humiliating - and from the current point of view, without special training, he is very important to the level shown on TV. lose.
Compared with collecting books and exploring memory fragments, researching the power of nature is not a high priority, but he found that this chance encounter may be a good breakthrough. If he can take this opportunity to connect with Garcia, he will find an excuse to go If she sits at home, it is naturally better.
Thinking of this, Roland wrote his answer crookedly on the back of the note.
"What is the force of nature? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"This is something that children know, what are you pretending to be stupid?"
After throwing the note over, she took off her sunglasses and glared at Roland from the corner of her eye.
"So the sudden increase in strength is the awakening of the power of nature?"
"The power of nature is much more than this. Have you never paid attention to the propaganda of the Martial Daoist Association?"
"I'm not interested in fighting, and I don't want to care about what you're saying."
"Besides participating in competitions, martial arts means maintaining order in the city and ensuring social safety."
"what is that?"
"It's more complicated to say, let's find a place to talk about it in detail."
"Very well, Roland applauds his intelligence in his heart, things seem to be going the way he wants.
"Really... But I have to go to the company in the afternoon. How about visiting in the evening?"
If you agree now, then the meeting place is likely to be a nearby coffee shop or restaurant, but you can use pretexts to evade it and wait until the evening to make an appointment. It is not very convenient to refuse - after all, 0825 and 0827 is very close. At this time, dinner is also eaten, and supper is too early, so the home becomes the most suitable place.
Sure enough, after hesitating for a while, Garcia finally nodded.
Students and parents took the stage one by one to speak, and when it was her cousin's turn to stand up, the crowd erupted again.
This time, however, the focus has shifted from grades and appearance to status background.
"Is he the young son of the Sanye Group?"
"It doesn't seem like his parents came."
"They are all well-known entrepreneurs, how could they have time to attend the parent-teacher conference."
"This lady is also from the Sanye family?"
"It should be. You know she doesn't want to be noticed by her outfit."
"It would be nice if we could catch up."
"Let's save it, what's your identity, can you take care of you?"
What the hell is the Sanye Group? Roland rolled his eyes, it sounded like a great company, but since that was the case, how could the relatives of the group boss live in a dilapidated building
And Garcia's expression was also a little strange. Although her eyes were hidden under her sunglasses, her slightly clenched fists and the corners of her mouth had already revealed her attitude.
Roland faintly felt that there might be a lot of stories in it, but he didn't take it to heart—after night, he would have the opportunity to test whether his guess was correct.