"By the way, while everyone is here, there is something I want to tell you."
After thinking for a long time, Meng Lang finally made up his mind and spoke.
"What's the matter?" Lin Haitang looked over doubtfully.
"I'm ready to move."
"Clang!" The sound of plates falling came from the kitchen.
There was a brief silence in the room, and both women looked at him in astonishment.
Obviously, this news is somewhat sudden.
Lin Haitang was silent for a long time, his eyes a little complicated, but in the end he smiled and nodded slowly.
"Yeah! I can understand, we will also help when we move."
"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei snorted and turned her head, muttering in a low voice, "We are recruiting for rent again, trouble..."
For a moment, the room was filled with sadness of farewell.
"Uncle, do you really want to move away?" Xiao Yu also walked out of the kitchen at this time, looking very depressed.
"Xiao Yu! Meng Lang has his own considerations." Lin Haitang shook his head at Xiao Yu.
"Oh!" Xiao Yu lowered her head and said nothing.
This reaction... is really the same as what is said in the book...
Meng Lang suddenly smiled when he saw Xiaoyu crying.
"Haha! I want to move, but I didn't say it would be too far away. I plan to find a community nearby."
"Huh?" Xiao Yu suddenly raised her head in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah! And I think it's best for you to change your place to live. After all, there's a mixed bag here. It would be better for Xiaoyu to change to a safer neighborhood."
These words were said to Lin Haitang.
Lin Haitang frowned, seeming to be thinking about Meng Lang's suggestion.
Yan Weiwei's eyes lit up and she took the opportunity to encourage.
"That's right! Haitang, I told you to move in with me. Firstly, I can protect Xiaoyu. Secondly, I don't have to order takeout every day. Thirdly, we can get along day and night and strengthen our relationship. It's perfect!
Cough! Of course, I’m not coveting your beauty, it’s all about Xiaoyu!”
Lin Haitang couldn't laugh or cry for a while.
Yan Weiwei turned to look at Meng Lang again, but immediately squinted her eyes and pretended to be nonchalant.
"Hey! Xiao Mengzi, do you have any requirements for the moving location? If not, there happens to be a vacant room right across from my house."
Huh? This suggestion seems good?
"There are no requirements for the location. It's just about safety...cough! You know, I'm in the advanced stage of persecution paranoia."
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry, my place is a high-end community, the security guards are all veterans, and there are no blind spots in public areas!
Besides, I, a great expert, am right across the way. If you are in danger, just come over and knock on the door and shout, ‘Sister, help me’, and I will definitely protect you!”
Meng Lang rolled his eyes, but Yan Weiwei's suggestion...
He touched his chin and pondered slightly.
If Yan Weiwei's plan is really implemented, he will have his own private and confidential space, and he will be able to cultivate Xiaoyu, a future pillar, and continue to exert influence nearby. By the way, he will also have a master as a bodyguard. It will serve multiple purposes.
The key point is that there live two very beautiful beauties across the door, and Xiaoyu, a little chef.
The company has created such a considerate working environment for everyone, I believe the brothers will not complain easily, right?
emm…
Sure enough, in this life, you can only live up to food and beauty...
Meng Lang slapped the table! "I approve with both hands!"
"Sister?" Seeing Meng Lang agreeing, Xiao Yu turned to Lin Haitang with expectant eyes.
Meng Lang and Yan Weiwei also looked at Lin Haitang at the same time.
Facing Sanshuang's hopeful and fiery eyes, Lin Haitang was speechless.
What the hell?
Isn't it Meng Lang who wants to move?
Why did it suddenly turn into trying to force me to have a baby?
"The team members voted three to one, so what's the use of my objection?"
"Great!"
…
When Meng Lang left 302, Lin Haitang followed him out.
"Hmm? Is something wrong?"
Meng Lang saw that the other party had something to say.
"I'm sorry, because of our affairs, you have to move."
"Eh? Why do you say that?" Meng Lang was stunned.
"You moved, didn't you need to move because you were worried about your identity being exposed last time?"
"Well……"
So that’s how you thought about me?
Ashamed and ashamed to be the head of a "mysterious organization", I am still demanding myself as a "good citizen"...
"Ahem! Of course, this is also one of the reasons, but it is mainly because of my personal needs, and it actually has nothing to do with you."
"Hmm." Lin Haitang didn't know if he had come out of his thoughts, nodded slightly, and then suddenly asked again.
"Is the 'thing' you want related to evergreen creatures?"
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Gao Yuan had made this request to her.
He didn't hide anything and nodded. "Not bad."
"I understand...I will also try my best to help you!" Lin Haitang said seriously.
When people wanted to help, Meng Lang was naturally happy to see the results, and after thinking about it, he said.
"I'm not good at negotiating terms, but I also know that whoever shows his trump card first will be at a disadvantage.
You might as well let the other party put forward conditions first, don't rush to make an offer, maybe there will be a surprise?"
If there is not much change in the future, then the ones that the Xu Group wants to carve out will be "evergreen creatures" as expected...
Although Lin Haitang didn't quite understand the meaning of Meng Lang's words, he seemed to know something "again", so he nodded and agreed without asking any more questions.
"Uncle!" At this time, Xiao Yu suddenly came out from behind Lin Haitang.
"What's wrong?" Meng Lang said with a smile.
"Uncle's comic, can you lend it to me tomorrow?"
"Huh? What do you want that for?"
"Didn't uncle say he wanted to promote it? I plan to show it to our classmates and help uncle promote it. I think it will definitely be popular!"
"Haha!" Meng Lang was amused.
There are only a few people in your class, can this be called propaganda?
But after all, the little guy had good intentions, and he couldn't bear to refuse directly, so he just treated it as adding extracurricular knowledge to the children.
"Haha! Okay, uncle has a printer there. I will print a copy for you later. You can help uncle promote it well!"
"Don't worry! Keep it with me!"
Meng Lang touched her little head and entered the room with a smile.
Lin Haitang looked at Xiao Yu in confusion.
"Comics? What comics?"
Xiao Yu thought for a while, then her face became stern, imitating the tone and expression of Meng Lang's previous words.
"This is a comic that can benefit all mankind!"
"Well……"
…
The next day, Meng Lang sent Xiaoyu to school as usual and gave her a copy on the way.
"Here, the comics you want."
Seeing Xiaoyu taking it with joy on his face, Meng Lang suddenly felt that his life had a bright future and asked her with a smile.
"How about you, are you interested in biology? You must know that the 21st century is the century of biology and computer science.
Biology, especially human biomedicine, definitely has a bright future!"
"Yeah! I think it's quite interesting!" Xiaoyu nodded.
"Very well, primary school students must maintain a strong interest and curiosity in all unknown things.
Modern medicine still has many difficult and difficult diseases and medical problems that are difficult to overcome. Save me...ahem! The burden of saving the future of our humanity falls on your generation!"
"Well! I will definitely work hard to become an excellent person and make a lot of money!"
Well……
There’s no getting around money, right?
Forget it, it still takes a long time, let’s gradually establish a correct view of money for Xiao Yu.
"If you want to be an excellent person, you can't do it without a strong body! So today we are running forward! Let's see who gets to school first!"
"Ah! Uncle, you are cheating! Wait for me!"
Two figures, one big and one small, are facing the rising sun, one with dreams and the other with hope, heading towards the foreseeable future...
…
Qingsong Primary School, Class 3, Grade 2.
Several little boys and girls gathered next to Xiao Yu, curiously looking at the comics in her hands.
"What is this, Xiaoyu? Is it a comic?"
"This is not an ordinary comic, but a popular science comic, which is very interesting.
It tells the story of an evil virus queen that invades our cells and then battles wits and courage with various cell warriors in our body."
Few of the children around could understand it, but that didn't stop them from casting unclear glances at Xiao Yu.
Elementary school students also worship the strong.
At this stage, whoever studies well is the strong one. This is the simple and simple strong theory of primary school students.
"This kind of cartoon is not only interesting, but it can also increase knowledge and improve IQ. Do you know why I am so good at studying? I just read this kind of popular science cartoon often!"
Xiaoyu tried her best to sell the comics in her hands in a coaxing tone. With her mature mind, she could only use two words to describe how she could deal with the brats in front of her...
Take it easy!
"Wow~" "Awesome~" As expected, there was another burst of exclamation from the crowd, which directly caused a small sensation, and more children gathered around.
How could Xiaoyu lie to others? What she said must be right!
Don’t ask why, ask for prestige!
I always come first in my grade. Isn’t that enough of a reason?
"Can you lend it to me, Xiaoyu?" Among the crowd, the fat man named Wang Zikai couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
"I want it too! I want it too!"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"Yeah! Of course! But you have to be careful not to damage it. Take turns to look at it one by one."
"I was the first to say it, show me first!"
"I'm the second one."
"I'm next!"
Xiaoyu handed over the comic, and the little fat man returned to his seat with the comic with an excited look on his face. Many people couldn't wait to follow him.
A few little heads gathered together, as if they were studying some martial arts secrets that could greatly improve their strength.
Xiaoyu looked at the "publicity effect" and frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied.
There are only so many people in a class. Even if they all come together for a "science popularization", the effect will not be very obvious?
But if you go to other classes to "popularize science", the celebrity effect will be diminished, and the effect may not be as good as in your own class. What should I do?
The uncle has helped him so much, but this is one of the very few things that he can help him with...
Meng Lang's unintentional words seemed to have risen to a vital and sacred political mission in Xiao Yu's eyes.
"Ling ring ring~"
Just then, the school bell rang, and a young female teacher in her twenties with a gentle smile walked in. Everyone hurried back to their seats and sat down obediently.
"Attend class!"
Xiaoyu: "Stand up!"
Everyone stood up and said in unison: "Hello, teacher!"
"sit down!"
"Before class today, the teacher has some news to inform everyone. This year's art exhibition for elementary and middle school students in Suzhou City, the Canglang Cup, has begun to enter the program selection stage.
Each of our classes has to prepare a program and submit it to the school for competition, and ultimately the best program will be selected to perform.
The theme of this year's "Canglang Cup" is "Scientific Growth, Dreaming of the Future". The teacher has prepared a chorus program "Tomorrow will be better". Of course, if you have a better talent show, you can also recommend yourself.
In the end, we decided which program to participate in the election by voting.
Okay, are there any students who want to sign up?"
After the head teacher finished his routine speech, after waiting for a while, no one raised his hand.
"Okay! Since no classmates want to sign up, let's..."
"Teacher Fang!"
The female teacher was stunned for a moment and looked down at the person raising her hand... Xiaoyu?
"Are you the monitor? What's the matter?" Teacher Fang showed a gentle smile.
I'm afraid not many teachers would dislike this kind of sweet student who is well-behaved, has top-notch grades, and earns face for the teacher every time he takes a test, right?
"Teacher Fang, if this show is selected, will many people watch it?"
The class teacher was stunned for a moment. She thought Xiao Yu wanted to sign up for a talent show, but she actually asked such a weird question.
Oh! Yes, you must rarely go on stage, so you are worried that you will be nervous if you see too many people?
He immediately showed a gentler smile.
"Of course, at least three to four thousand people go to watch the Canglang Cup every year, and there may be local TV stations that broadcast it.
But this is also a good opportunity for everyone to exercise their courage. Anyone who has the courage to go on stage is a good person!"
Three or four thousand people?!
Xiaoyu's eyes immediately lit up.
"Teacher, I want to sign up!"
"Very good! The first little warrior of our class is born! What kind of talent does Xiaoyu want to perform? Is it singing and dancing or musical instruments?"
"No, what I want to sign up for is a popular science drama!"
Popular science...drama?
The female teacher was stunned. Is there such a type of program?
She was a little confused.
"Well... Xiaoyu, the teacher of a niche performance program has little experience, so I'm afraid the chance of passing the selection is low.
Moreover, dramas are generally more difficult programs that only senior students choose, and they require certain organizational and directing abilities..."
"Teacher Fang, chorus is the popular choice, but it is estimated that more than half of the thirty-six classes in our school choose this. The number of overselects may be lower, but the number of overselects for exciting niche programs may be higher!"
"this……"
I understand the truth, but I never thought I could pass the election...
The head teacher who wanted to go through the motions was a bit muggle.
"Teacher, since there are two programs, let's hold a class vote to decide!" Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.
“Raise your hands in favor of the choral performance!”
There were only five or six hands raised in the class.
“Raise your hands in favor of the popular science drama!”
"Wow~"
A forest of swords and guns seemed to have shattered the class teacher's prestige...