The camera rolled for a while and then stopped. Then, a black film fell on the bottom of the camera, and Zhang Kun caught it with his left hand.

After getting the film, Zhang Kun silently handed the camera to Xin Mengtong: "Give it to your personal belongings!"

Xin Mengtong snatched it, but her eyes were still staring at the film in Zhang Kun's hand, and said angrily: "Film is also my personal belonging!"

Zhang Kun sighed and shook his head: "I can only say sorry for this!"

After saying that, Zhang Kun held the film in his left hand and pinched a corner of the film in his right hand.

Xin Mengtong's face changed and she shook her head repeatedly: "No, you can't do this, you are destroying the freedom of the press."

Zhang Kun's face was calm, ignoring Xin Mengtong's words at all, and his hands suddenly opened, and with a squeak, a long film was pulled out.

The dark film instantly turned gray and white.

exposure!

Xin Mengtong was stunned and stared blankly at the scrapped film in Zhang Kun's hands.

Why, why is this happening?

After pulling off all the film, Zhang Kun finally felt relieved, then he looked at the dazed Xin Mengtong and whispered: "I have no intention of destroying the freedom of the press, but you did not ask me whether the person involved agrees before taking the news photos, so I can only do this!"

Xin Mengtong raised her head and glared at Zhang Kun, her fair face turned red: "You, you..."

Xin Mengtong wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to express it. She just walked out of school and seemed very immature in how to express her anger.

Finally, Xin Mengtong looked Zhang Kun from top to bottom with her eyes, then snorted angrily and turned around and left.

When she turned around and left, could Zhang Kun even see Xin Mengtong trembling slightly, and she was trembling with anger?

As soon as she took a few steps, Xin Mengtong suddenly turned around again. At this time, her eyes began to turn red.

"Don't let me see you again in the future!" Xin Mengtong roared, then groaned and turned around and left again.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Zhang Kun said lightly: "Let's go slowly, don't send me off!"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Xin Mengtong's eyes trembled, but in the end she did not turn around and went straight to her motorcycle, and then rode straight onto the motorcycle and left.

It was not until the motorcycle gradually faded away that Zhang Kun felt completely relieved, and the big trouble finally left.

Zhang Kun finally showed a relaxed smile on his face. Even if he wanted to drive away such a beautiful woman, even with Zhang Kun's wooden temperament, he felt very stressed.

But, finally, I left.

However, what Zhang Kun didn't know was that after walking a distance from the motorcycle, he slowly lowered his speed. Then Xin Mengtong turned her head and looked behind her, and there was no sign of the school.

The anger on Xin Mengtong's face disappeared instantly, then grabbed the motorcycle with one hand and took out a small digital camera from her pocket with the other, with a hint of pride on her face.

"Tsk, the little guy wants to fight with me? Do you really think I can't do anything if I scrapped the film?"

Xin Mengtong smiled proudly, then carefully put away the digital camera, hummed the tune, and continued to move forward.

...

Just after Xin Mengtong left, an uncle in his forties walked up to Zhang Kun carefully and lowered his head: "Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I invited that reporter lady."

After whispering, the uncle looked up at Zhang Kun, and then quickly explained: "Teacher Zhang, you spent millions of dollars on us to build a new school for the children. We all thank you very much. But we have nothing, so I thought about asking the reporter to come over and report it vigorously."

"You can report good people and good things like you so hard to gain a reputation for you. You can't make you pay and work hard, but you're nothing?"

"But, I really didn't expect that this would cause trouble to you. I'm really sorry!" The uncle said with apologetically, lowering his head.

The uncle is in his forties, with rough skin, yellow face, and calluses on his hands. This is a typical image of these farmers facing the loess and facing the sky.

Looking at the uncle who was in his forties and still lowering his head and looking apologetic in front of him, a young boy, Zhang Kun quickly smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, don't say that. Actually, your approach is correct, it's just that because of my special circumstances."

"Now in this society, the black wind is prevalent, and everyone lives in depression. Therefore, when we encounter good people and good things, we naturally have to report vigorously, promote positive energy in society, so that more people can see, hear, see, and then participate together."

"But I am still young now. The ancients said: "The trees are so beautiful that the forest will be destroyed. With my age, it is not a good thing to be too famous, so I can only decline the news report this time." Zhang Kun explained softly.

After listening to Zhang Kun’s explanation, the uncle then felt relieved, and then quickly gave Zhang Kun a thumbs up: “It’s true that he is Teacher Zhang, and he knows a lot.”

Zhang Kun chuckled softly.

After comforting the uncle, Zhang Kun also participated in the busy banquet again.

He often sits here and eats a few bites, and then toasts with wine there, and he tries not to ignore anyone.

At today's banquet, the ingredients were provided by Zhang Kun, and the little ones were the little ones' parents and family. Although the food they made was not as exquisite as the fancy styles and variety as in the big hotel, the focus was on real ingredients and the taste was real.

Everyone is from rural areas, and these two points are enough, so everyone eats meat and drinks, and their faces are blushing when they eat.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, amid the sound of firecrackers, Zhang Kun slowly pushed open the iron gate of Xinshiqiao Primary School, and then accompanied Huang Guowang and Jin Qiao, and took the little guy and their family to visit the entire school.

Within the wide walls, green shade, grassland, basketball courts, track and field tracks, and cement table tennis tables are even specially divided into a leverage area.

In addition to one divided into classroom dormitories, the teaching building also has a library, an indoor sports field, a classroom, and a utility room, and the rest is left for spare.

White walls, bright window tables, shiny blackboards, neat bookshelf...

Zhang Kun and Huang Guowang and Jin Qiao walked and introduced to the students and parents behind them, while the more than 20 little ghosts could not help but scattered and ran around the playground.

They looked here, touched there, teased the grass on the grass, grabbed the lever, stood under the basketball frame, gestured in the shooting posture, and climbed onto the ping-pong table.

A bright smile appeared on those little faces.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun showed a sincere smile on his face.

I have done so much and worked so much, isn’t this the only thing I have done?

Huangshikai, have you seen it?

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Chapter completed!