Chen Jun flicked the note written by Qiao Nan with his fingertips: "Qiao Nan, are you too young and haven't figured it out yet, or are you playing hard-to-get with me? No matter where it is.
Same, Qiao Nan, congratulations, the game between you two really can’t end."
"Chen Jun, your phone number." The dormitory teacher shouted at the top of his lungs from downstairs.
"Okay." Chen Jun responded, then locked all the letters in his cabinet and ran downstairs: "Thank you, teacher."
"You're welcome." The dormitory teacher replied cheerfully. Facing a student like Chen Jun who has good grades, is polite, and has never hidden chaos in the dormitory, the dormitory teacher must like it.
"Hey, hello, this is me. Don't worry, of course I haven't forgotten that project and it's been ongoing. But I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so it's better to do things step by step."
"..."
"There's no point in being anxious. I like things to be steady and I still have time, right? As long as I can only complete this project within the time we planned, that's fine, right? Well, I know. This project is good for your family and ours.
There are benefits to them all, and I can't ignore them, so just don't worry. What's more, for the benefit of our family, I'm not in a hurry, so why are you in a hurry?"
"..."
"Okay, I know. If you are really worried and don't want to add any unnecessary extravagance, you can also find someone else to try. Well, okay, bye." Chen Jun rubbed his aching ears, pursed his lips and smiled.
Children are children, and their patience is really short.
It's only been two months. If this matter was really so easy to handle, that person wouldn't be able to ask for his help.
But it turns out that this "project" is more complicated than he imagined.
"Chen Jun, you are only a sophomore in college and you are starting a business?" The dormitory teacher was stunned for a moment. Good students are good students. While others are still learning knowledge, these people are already at the forefront.
Starting a business: "Chen Jun, you have to work hard. Our school depends on you students."
"Teacher, don't worry, I will work hard." Chen Jun responded with a smile: "You may still call me in the future, so please ask the teacher to call me a few more times."
"Haha, it's okay. But I heard that the school is already making arrangements to install telephones in each of your dormitories. Maybe it won't be long before you don't have to run around and can make phone calls in your dormitory.
"
"That's good." Chen Jun nodded: "Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye, goodbye."
After returning to the dormitory, Chen Jun thought about it again and again and took out the letter he got today. He prepared two briefcases, one briefcase to hold his own letters, and the other one that looked more delicate.
The briefcase contained the note written by Qiao Nan.
After doing all this, Chen Jun locked the two briefcases again.
The other party has already called to urge me. Even if he still has time, it will not take more than a year and a half at most.
He really has to think of some way to speed up and try to get this matter done before next summer vacation, otherwise, his father will also be worried.
Chen Jun's father is in a hurry, and so is Qiao Nan's father.
"Okay, I told you, I'm going to Nan Nan's school for a parent-teacher meeting tonight. You go back, I'm going to lock the door." Seeing that Ding Jiayi was still the same as before, dawdling every time it was time to leave.
He refused to leave, and Qiao Dongliang became impatient.
A few days ago, Qiao Dongliang might not have rushed Ding Jiayi so hard and allowed Ding Jiayi to linger in his home for another ten minutes. But today, he really couldn't.
Qiao Dongliang didn't want to be late for the first parent-teacher meeting at Qiao Nan High School, leaving a bad impression on Qiao Nan's teacher and worsening Qiao Nan's image in the teacher's mind.
"Since it's Nan Nan holding a parent-teacher meeting, I'll go too. I'm Nan Nan's mother after all!" Ding Jiayi refused to leave. It's been so long. Why doesn't Lao Qiao still refuse to forgive her?
They are obviously a couple, but they still live separately. What kind of talk!
Running around like this every day, Ding Jiayi lost a lot of weight.
At this time, Ding Jiayi began to miss the time when she was in Qiao's courtyard. Even though Qiao Dongliang slept in a separate room with her, they were still under the same roof.
"No!" Qiao Dongliang refused directly: "You can't go. If you want to go, just go to Zijin's parent-teacher conference. Zijin is already a sophomore in high school, so there can be no parent-teacher conference. You just need to take care of Zijin's situation."
"Why don't you let me go to Nan Nan's parent-teacher meeting?!" Ding Jiayi was unhappy. She had not been happy to give her money to invite her to Qiao Nan's parent-teacher meeting before. If it weren't for Lao Qiao's sake, she would
Are you willing to go today?
She is willing to go, why not let her go?
"Old Qiao, did...Did Nannan say something to you? Did she not let me go? Why, do you think I am an embarrassment to her? They say that a child does not think his mother is ugly, and how many of her
You mean, all the books went into the dog's belly?" She was not allowed to go, but she still wanted to go.
"This has nothing to do with Nan Nan. I didn't let you go." Qiao Dongliang frowned: "Okay, go back quickly, I'm going to lock the door!"
Then, regardless of whether Ding Jiayi was happy to leave or not, Qiao Dongliang simply pushed and pulled Ding Jiayi out of the rented house, and then locked the door in front of Ding Jiayi.
Seeing Qiao Dongliang limping towards Qiao Nan's school, Ding Jiayi got angry and stamped her feet, so angry that she finally followed him.
She didn't believe it. She was Qiao Nan's biological mother. Lao Qiao could go to Qiao Nan's parent-teacher meeting, but she couldn't go.
"Wait a minute, who are you?" When Qiao Dongliang arrived at the school gate, he was stopped by the guard room.
"Hello, I am the father of Qiao Nan, Class 11, Grade 1 of this school. I am here today to hold a parent-teacher meeting." Qiao Dongliang answered cautiously, thinking that his legs and feet were still not very agile, and he didn't know why.
Yes, Qiao Dongliang shrank uncomfortably, trying to hide his legs.
"Oh, you are Qiao Nan's father. Qiao Nan's grades in school are very good. Your daughter is very good!" Who is the first in the grade? Who doesn't know him? The person in the guard room immediately became polite: "I have one too.
My daughter, I don’t expect her to be as powerful as Qiao Nan, she’ll be half as good as Qiao Nan. That’s the class in Grade 11, do you want me to take you there?”
"No, thank you." The doorman's enthusiasm made Qiao Dongliang a little overwhelmed: "That's the one, right? I can find it myself." (To be continued)