That afternoon, Zhuo Qi was depressed in the office.
He had received complaints all morning, all from "enthusiastic citizens". The main complaint was about matters related to No. 60 Middle School. Many enthusiastic citizens were very upset that No. 60 Middle School would not have a holiday today and continue to have classes.
Don't understand.
Although there is no news about the revenge plan of the Demon Hunters, they are a group of cunning gangsters! God knows what kind of perverted things they will do to the children... These days, because of the damage caused by those perverts with dark minds,
There are a lot of accidents!
For example, not long ago, there was a scumbag who should be struck by thunder from heaven, and he stabbed two children who were still in elementary school on their way to school! Such people should be punished and sent to hell! Their souls will never be reincarnated!
What are you doing to a child... If you are capable, you should do it to Ling Zhenren!
Zhuo Qi was very angry when he saw this news.
So in fact, it is not that Zhuo Yi cannot understand these issues, but in many cases, the suspension of classes cannot be decided by him alone... Sometimes when he is in a high position, he has more restrictions, and he has to be careful in everything he does.
cautious.
This time No. 60 Middle School did not suspend classes. This was based on a combination of factors. Although Zhuo Yi did not know what factors Principal Chen and Shang Feng considered before making this decision. However, as the principal, Principal Chen
Every decision in the game has never been wrong... and in fact, this is indeed the case. The revenge notice launched by the returning elites of the Demon Hunting Association was in the morning, but now it is afternoon, and not even a shadow has been seen.
"Brother Zhuo, there seems to be no movement now?" The general administration office and the deputy general administration office are in the same room. Zhong Lang looked at the time and stuck his head out to ask Zhuo Yi.
Zhuo Yi shrugged and spread his hands: "Hen..."
He doesn't know what's going on...
And for some reason, Zhuo Yi had a good premonition now. He felt that a huge shadow was slowly covering him, and finally turned into a pot and directly hit his head.
Just when Zhuo Yi was thinking wildly, his phone suddenly vibrated...
Zhuo Yi glanced at the caller ID.
This is a call from Secretary Dakang...
"It can't be so mysterious, right?" Zhuo Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, and then picked up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, the old secretary's merciless praise came directly: "Xiao Zhuozi! You did a great job!"
Zhuo Yi: "..."
He...what did he do again?
Secretary Dakang: "We found the bodies of the returned elites of the Demon Hunting Association in a mountain forest. Including Elder Ji Xing who organized the plan this time! Elder Ji Xing is the only one left alive now! This Demon Hunting Association is
The elite group of returnees has been wiped out! Tell me honestly, is it the teacher and father behind you who has taken action again?"
Zhuo Yi: "Old secretary, I..."
"It's yours, I'll leave you alone. Once I figured it out, I knew it was all arranged!"
Secretary Dakang: "If that senior master is willing to come out and meet me at any time, I will welcome him at any time. He has helped us a lot!"
Zhuo Yi: "Then now..."
Secretary Dakang: "Why are you still dazed now? Hurry up and hold a press conference. This time the elite group of returnees from the Demon Hunting Association has been wiped out. I want to see what those people on the Internet have to say."
Zhuo Yi: "..."
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The Demon Hunters' grand plan to organize overseas elites to attack No. 60 Middle School ended with the death of almost all members, but two people did not die... One was the struggling Elder Ji Xing, and the other was
Elder Yaren is in the stage of ghost resurrection and has been detained and arrested.
These two are the first and second-ranked masters among the returning elites this time. However, even so, they have completely lost their fighting ability and it is completely impossible for them to participate in combat again in a short period of time.
It was still quiet at noon in No. 60 Middle School. Mr. Qiu’s pancake and fruit stall was ready to close at noon. Just as Mr. Qiu was about to push the cart away, another customer with a white face and a black umbrella suddenly came.
This man's aura was very cold, and it seemed that even the temperature of the stove on the pancake cart had dropped several points as he got closer.
A small black umbrella covered half of the person's face, making it impossible to see the person's full face.
Mr. Qiu raised his eyebrows, and then sighed silently: "Sir... I don't have enough batter here, so I can only make the last one. Do you want to add shortbread or fried dough sticks? The ingredients for my pancake fruit are a little bit at noon.
It’s not too new anymore. If you still want it, I can give you a discount..."
The person under the black umbrella said silently: "Double dough sticks."
Be concise and concise, not saying more than half a word.
"Okay." Mr. Qiu nodded and started making pancakes.
As the eggs were being cracked, Mr. Qiu couldn't help but sigh: "It's really peaceful today."
The people under the black umbrella were silent when they heard this.
"This man, just like making pancakes and fruit, you have to make a careful choice in the end whether to add sweet sauce or spicy sauce. Some places can be provoked, and some places cannot be provoked..." At this point, Mr. Qiu
One of the pancakes has been finished, and he wrapped it in oil paper very familiarly: "Here, young man, your pancakes."
The guest holding a black umbrella stared at the pancakes and fruit and did not move for a long time. He watched Master Qiu push the cart away from the end of the road...
Under the black umbrella, President Bai was extremely shocked.
He had just stood still for a long time. This was not because he was stopping to think, but because he was fixed in place by a powerful aura... making it impossible for him to move even half a step!
Could it be that these sixty novels are really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?
Even the old man selling pancakes and fruits at the door is so scary?
President Bai squinted his eyes deeply and began to weigh the stakes.
Then he lowered his head and took a bite of the pancake fruit in his hand...
kindness……
It’s fried...
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On the other side, at the window of Class 1, Grade 3, Wang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his pupils regrouped from their scattered state. The great spiritual transformation technique just used was a method of attaching one's soul to other people's bodies.
, he got on Master Qiu's body and warned President Bai. Although he was not sure whether it was effective, it could be said that this time was Wang Ling's "ultimatum".
Wang's mother had taught him since he was a child to be a polite child, and to be polite before doing anything! Wang Ling felt that the reminder he had just given could be said to be... quite polite!
But whether President Bai can understand what he means is another matter...