The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Pretending to be forced for a while, I dare not think about the consequences.

Junci, who had left Zhangjia freely and easily, stood in this community for a while, unable to find his direction.

The Zhang family lives in this old city that has been built for more than 20 years, surrounded by left-behind elderly people of old men and women.

It was also the rebirth of Junci into this world, and it was the first time that I saw some information about the level of civilization in this world.

Just now...

Hey.

Jun Ci sighed faintly, and communicated with Gulu in his head: "Gulu, I may really be sleeping on the street now."

"Your Highness doesn't need it."

Gulu immediately responded to Junci, and brought her a glimmer of light: "Guru has just found out that the scholarship for this body of your Highness has been issued. According to the custom, the head teacher will notify the Zhang family tomorrow. Before the Zhang family receives it, Your Highness You can go to the class teacher immediately and get the scholarship. Although it is not much, one thousand yuan is enough for your Highness to support it for a while."

"During this time, Guru will think of ways for His Highness and will not let His Highness be wronged!"

Jun Ci's eyes lit up: "Guru, you are really my lucky star!"

Without Guru, Jun Ci might not be able to remember the scholarship for a while.

And it is very likely that he was taken away by the Zhang family first without knowing it.

"It's Gulu's duty to share worries for your Highness."

"Well, I will go to the head teacher now."

Junci accepts the memory of the original owner and naturally knows all the things before.

The country she attends not only exempts tuition fees, but also provides scholarships.

The original owner was strong enough to have a scholarship subsidy opportunity every three months. This time it was time to get a chance for the newly reborn Junci.

It's still sad to think about it.

Holding Gulu's super technology, as the dignity of the crown prince, she does not allow her to do illegal things.

In the past, once the scholarship was received, the head teacher would notify the Zhang family to take it, because Junci did not have a mobile phone.

Fortunately, the home of the head teacher is not far away.

After making up his mind, Junci left the community and walked over on two legs.

No way, no money, not even a bus ride.

The sad prince who couldn't find a dollar all over his body.

Jun Ci felt that if her former father saw this incident, she would laugh and curse: the crime deserves it!

This is the true face of that old thing.

The head teacher is a loyal and honest mathematics teacher. If Jun Ci directly asked him for a scholarship, he would have given it.

The home of the head teacher is also in the old residential area of ​​this small city, located at the opposite end of Zhang's house, walked over, walked a few streets and arrived.

Because Jun Ci was wearing a mask, her image on the road was not very conspicuous.

The only thing is that pair of brilliant and disturbing eyes, only when I see the dark spots beside them.

It was like being splashed with cold water, allowing these passersby who had been confused for a while to recover quickly.

He glanced curiously, and went his own way without caring.

As everyone knows, the current Junci is writing his own novel quickly while walking.

At her speed, when he arrived at the home of the head teacher, another eight thousand words were hot.

Only twenty minutes.

This speed is astounding.

"Knocking!"

Going upstairs and knocking on the old anti-theft door, the door opened with a creak.

Teacher Wang, the head teacher, poked her head out from inside.

Somewhat surprised: "Jun porcelain?"