The National Director is Mr. Perfect

No need to look at the face under the mask.

You only need to see some dark spots on the corners of the eyebrows to know who this person is.

In addition, the class teacher has been a teacher for a long time, and he has long been familiar with the students.

You can tell who this student is just by looking back.

"Teacher Wong."

Jun Ci's voice is lazy: "I'll get my scholarship."

Although he is a teacher, Junci has been complimented by others since he was a child. It is good to be able to talk to a group of ordinary people like this.

She is still learning to get used to everything in this body.

Of course, the soul is still the ruler of the crown prince's soul, and it will not happen overnight if you want to change.

"How did you know that the scholarship was down?"

Teacher Wang was a little puzzled. He was fat and looked a little honest. At this moment, watching Jun Ci holding a book and a small bag, he asked her to go in.

If you don't look at the face under the mask, at least Junci can still be treated peacefully.

"Does your parents know?"

He routinely asked, after Jun Ci entered the room, he looked around randomly, and then turned his attention to Teacher Wang.

"Of course I don’t know. If I know that Mr. Wang thinks that my scholarship can still belong to me? Of course, Mr. Wang, you don’t need to worry about anything. This scholarship will be granted to me. I will be responsible for the consequences, and I don’t need to tell. Parents."

She didn't bother to make up any poor reason, which was originally hers, and naturally she would take it back for granted.

"That was not what I meant."

Teacher Wang obviously also knows a little bit of the situation in Junci's family, and he is not too long-winded.

Nodded, he went to his bedroom and took out a notebook with a scholarship application form on it.

Teacher Wang nodded the name at the back of the form, and handed her a pen: "Just sign your name here."

Although it was something other people had touched, Junci felt it could barely bear it.

She took the pen, lowered her head and quickly signed her name.

When signing, a few strands of excessively long hair fell down, covering her dark spots.

The people who watched it suddenly felt a little dazzling.

Teacher Wang always thinks that today's Junci is strange.

It seems that something has changed.

Become a bit...

Cross it!

Yes, it is probably horizontal.

The tone of walking and talking seems to be a state of laziness, but there is a kind of unspeakable, which makes people feel flattered.

How could he be a teacher, to a student, give birth to such a weird, a little respectful thought of each other?

Teacher Wang was puzzled. After Junci signed the letter, he went into the house to take the money and handed it to Junci: "It was originally a check-in card, but when you came to get it, the teacher would give you cash. The total amount is 1,270 yuan, such a large sum. You have to take the money and hand it to your parents when you go back."

1270, for the students in this small city, it is really a huge sum of money.

It is no wonder that even if Teacher Wang knew Junci's family situation, he still asked her to take the money back.

He was afraid that this student would not do anything with the money.

"Yep."

Jun Ci nodded indifferently, and put the money into his pocket casually.

"Would you like to stay for a meal? My wife will come back from shopping soon."

Teacher Wang is actually quite nice, it is rare, and Jun Ci is not so cold.

He waved his hand, free and easy and didn't care: "Thanks, Teacher Wang! I will have a future, and I will remember you!"

Will remember him?

Teacher Wang couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that this student probably didn't learn Chinese well.

But after Jun Ci left, he took back the signed notebook and was slightly stunned.

The name behind that, Long Feifeng Dance, was full of a sense of arrogance.

Just a name reveals an indescribable sense of arrogance!