Half an hour later, An Tong ran out of the lounge as if running for her life.
She covered her head in pain, and those nagging principles seemed to still be tormenting her ears.
She never expected that she would actually attend an ideological and political education class.
I originally had a good impression of this Uncle Zhang, but now I know he is a garrulous old man!
If you don't join the group, can you blame yourself?
Junior high school is about popularity, high school is about performance.
Which of the two can get his turn...
After being tortured to the point of going crazy, An Tong finally found an opportunity and ran out quickly.
After she calmed down, she planned to go find the bearded man to confirm the matter again.
In the morning, the other party promised a lot of conditions to himself, just like begging grandpa to sue grandma.
But at that time, she was so anxious to run out to see her husband that she almost didn't listen.
However, for a senior high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination, there is one sentence that is difficult to ignore.
“You can choose any university within the country and have your academic qualifications printed in boxes.”
When An Tong heard this sentence, it smelled like a pyramid scheme, as fake as possible.
But later when she and Yin Hangni were chatting together, they brought up the issue again.
Then An Tong discovered that with her grades, she would definitely not be able to enter the same university as Yin Hang.
As we all know, if a boy likes a girl, his relationship will gradually decline. If he cannot turn his love into a sense of responsibility during the period of love, he will definitely become strangers in the end.
But she only has three months of summer vacation, and after three months, the two will be separated.
And in college, they are all vixens!
She felt sick just thinking about the salt-and-pepper seniors, the innocent and lovely seniors, and even the gay roommates.
My husband is so handsome, but he just needs to stay a little longer. If he enters a terrible environment like college...ahhhh, I can't think about it!
You can’t even be raped in your own imagination!
We must keep a close eye on him and not give him any chance!
After An Tong ran around the lecture hall and even the back hall, she still couldn't find the bearded man who should have stood out from the crowd.
Finally, she slipped to the side of the podium, waved her hand towards a man wearing a gray trench coat, and asked politely: "Hello, have you seen a bearded man?"
After seeing that the other party didn't respond, An Tong gestured with her hand on her face and said, "He's just such a bearded man... hello?"
The man in gray trench coat ignored An Tong. His eyes never left the first three rows of seats on the right. Many students had gathered there. At the same time, some people in blue shirts also began to draw small circles and conduct Explanation at different stages.
An Tong started to feel a little unhappy when she saw that the other party ignored her.
"hello?"
"Oh haha?"
"Sawadika?"
An Tong's hand started to look like a small electric fan, constantly greeting the man in the windbreaker.
After his vision was seriously disturbed, the man in the windbreaker finally turned his head and glared at An Tong fiercely, but quickly returned his gaze to the place where he was looking before, but he raised his hand and pointed to the back of the seat on the left corner of.
An Tong noticed the gesture, said thank you, and trotted over. After bypassing the last row of seats that blocked her view, she finally saw the bearded man she was looking for.
The other party is now sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a circle of ancient coins. There are strange calligraphy written on several pieces of light yellow tissue paper. Some red silk threads are tied to his wrists. At the same time, he is using his mouth with a painful look on his face. Chewing on a small turtle shell covered with teeth marks.
"What is this...feudal superstition?" An Tong was shocked when she saw this posture.
"Feudal?!" Situ Nan spit out the turtle shell, raised his head suddenly, and was about to curse, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately nodded and said: "Ah, yes, yes, this is feudal superstition, I am a remnant of feudalism. "
Situ Nan said with a sneer on his face: "Auntie, no, ancestor, what do you have planned?"
An Tong only felt weird, took a few steps back and said, "Well, I've already signed it."
Situ Nan's face instantly turned green.
"Who signed it? That dead monkey? Ancestor, you are my ancestor, you signed that dead monkey, I should..."
"What kind of ancestors are not ancestors? It's so disgusting," An Tong said with hair all over his body: "Isn't it the confidentiality agreement you asked me to sign?"
"Oh oh oh, I misunderstood," Situ Nan nodded awkwardly and smiled: "You are not my ancestor, I am your grandson."
An Tong became more and more uncomfortable as she listened, and said with disgust: "Well, didn't you say that I can choose any university I want? Why did that Uncle Zhang... say no?"
An Tong lied, trying to deliberately deceive Situ Nan.
"Oh, that old man, he has been idle for too long and can't turn his head around." Situ Nan patted his chest and said, "As long as it's within the country, no matter which university you want to go to as a permanent resident, I can arrange it. The big sedan will send you in singing."
"Anywhere?" An Tong was a little moved.
"Yes, if you want."
An Tong asked slightly greedily. "Then I can go in with the friends I know..."
"This..." Situ Nan was instantly embarrassed: "The nature is different."
Situ Nan continued to explain: "You can get in because you can get in, and I can clearly arrange a way for you. But if others can't get in, he just can't get in. If you match up in private... In principle, it won't work."
"Uh...that's it." An Tong was a little disappointed.
"Yes, not in principle." Situ Nan raised his eyebrows and tried his best to hint: "In principle."
"It doesn't matter, I can..." An Tong chuckled and said, "I'll be satisfied if I go to my friend's school."
Situ Nan held his forehead in embarrassment and added: "But I still suggest that you try not to leave the province."
"Why is that?"
"For..." Situ Nan was not sure how much An Tong knew about these matters, so he could only tentatively say: "... friendly and harmonious relations between the special agencies of various provinces?"
"Um...I don't understand it at all."
"No, no, no, I didn't explain it clearly. In this way, I will explain it to you later. I will first... deal with some troublesome matters. Do you think that's okay?" Situ Nan nodded and bowed.
"Okay, okay, just be busy."
After An Tong finished speaking, she took small steps, hummed, and walked away briskly.
After An Tong walked away, Situ Nan also took a long breath.
Fortunately, this ancestor can still get some oil and salt, otherwise he would have to sacrifice the beauty that he has treasured for thirty-two years.
Now that the biggest problem has been solved, just remember to fill in something for Uncle Zhang's little brat later.
The only thing left was these two broken words in front of him, which gave him a headache.
