Don't I Have a Name? Only Know to Call Me Strategic Level!

It is quite remarkable for a twelve-year-old child to express his unique opinion in front of a group of serious adults.

Lu Jianlin has been observing Zhong Lan for a while.

She is a very individual child.

She is very courageous, has a wide-ranging style, and likes to attack the enemy head-on. She is an aggressive marketer, which fits her lively and cheerful personality.

The instructor said that she trains very hard, has a solid foundation, and is a talented person.

With super speed and Tianyuan, and a better weapon, in time, Zhong Lan's combat ability can be ranked in the first echelon.

It's best to ask the Construction Supervision Bureau to design for her, and the East China Branch should be easy to discuss.

The General Administration is a bit difficult, unless the commander or her brother comes forward.

Lu Jianlin was taken aback by his own thoughts.

How come Zhong Yuan and the Commander are placed on an equal footing naturally?

Let the sub-bureau design it first.

Lu Jianlin thought to himself, and asked jokingly, "Zhong Lan, why did you train with Feng Qing? Your brother is obviously much stronger."

A group of people in the office were thinking about this question, and then tensed up.

Today's children are very precocious.

Little sister love sinus for the first time, like Feng Qing?

No way!

If this guy returns to North China after graduation and abducts his little sister, Zhong Yuan might even have to leave!

We must take this opportunity to ask whether she has a sweetheart!

If so, you have to find a way to tell her that puppy love is wrong!

And Zhong Lan was embarrassed by a group of uncles staring at him.

Although I really don't want to tarnish the image of big brother, but the speech must be realistic.

She said helplessly, "My brother can't teach people at all, he can only beat people, and special training with him is not good at all, you can't learn anything! It's better to be taught by Feng Qing big brother."

Lu Jianlin's eyes flashed brightly, and he asked, "Zhong Lan, Feng Qing will graduate next year, if he returns to Shangjing and wants you to go with him, will you go?"

A group of people secretly gave the chief of staff a thumbs up.

Old Lu is still awesome, so just ask directly!

In fact, there is no need to go around in circles when talking to children, just go straight and talk.

Without even thinking about it, Zhong Lan said, "My brother is here, and my family is here, why should I go with him?"

Well, it's all right.

All at ease.

Continue to watch live.

The first game is almost over.

Lu Jianlin said with great anticipation, "Zhong Lan, your brother's competition is about to start."

Zhong Lan pinched the phone and whispered, "But I seem to have lost all the prizes..."

Lu Jianlin's forehead was covered with sweat.

He now seriously suspects that the little guy came to the game just for the lottery.

"Is lottery drawing more important than looking at your brother? He will be angry if he finds out."

Zhong Lan said with a smile, "No. My brother is never angry with me. Besides, if I want to see him, I just need to make a phone call. There is no need to watch the live broadcast. He hit the flying one hundreds of times, That’s enough for me to think about it for a while.”

Lu Jianlin was slightly moved.

The sibling relationship is really good enough.

The big brother is so strong, the younger sister has no intention of lying down. Instead, I worked harder and kept catching up with big brother.

If you don't watch the game, are you going to practice now?

Then, Zhong Lan picked up the phone and began to fill in the award information.

There are too many prizes won, and the amount is huge, and an ID number is required to claim the prize.

Zhong Lan was too young and didn't have an ID card, so she immediately called Zhong Yuan for help.

"Brother, what is your ID number? Let me fill it in, I won a lot of prizes today! There is also a luxury car!"

"What Lincoln Star Navigator, when I get my driver's license, I'll take you out for a drive!"

"..."

"..."

The little sister is right, if you want to see Zhong Yuan, you can just make a phone call anytime, anywhere.

In the future, she will drive a luxury car and take him out for a drive...

What a superb Versailles, I am envious of the dead!

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"Contestant Zhong Yuan from Chengying College, contestant Lan Cang from Peizhen College, please go to court No. 3!"

Hearing the sound of the radio, Zhong Yuan immediately got up and walked out of the rest area without sadness or joy.

For a moment, all the focus fell on him.

The cameraman had an occupational disease, and he took an exaggerated six-frame picture-in-picture for the director.

Six different angles are presented together, none of which is ugly, and all of them are the best.

This is the real photographer's darling, no matter how you shoot it, it looks good!

Everyone was dumbfounded, but they had to admit that Zhong Yuan's appearance was indeed rare in the world.

As long as you get used to his face, and then look at other people, you will feel that everyone is average!

"Everyone, Zhong Yuan, who ranks second in the league's attention list this year, is about to enter court No. 3! When Black Cat is the mascot, Zhong Yuan is the one with the most attention!"

"Members of his fan club have already displayed... that very distinctive giant banner in the stands!"

Naturally, it is the masterpiece of Liu Bo and Situ Ming.

They are the veterans of the Zhong Yuan fan club, and they are still waiting for the boss who bought the advertising sponsorship rights to accept them as younger brothers.

Feng Qing yelled at Zhong Yuan, "Yuan Yuan, don't show mercy just because you're facing a girl!"

Chen Xu frowned and said, "Feng Qing, are you encouraging Zhong Yuan to beat up women?"

Feng Qing said convincingly, "I'm afraid that he will be soft-hearted and be deceived by a bad woman. He is actually super naive!"

Xie Yihan asked suspiciously, "What does it mean to be super naive?"

Feng Qing sighed, and murmured, "As long as you are smart, you won't be tricked into duo by the God of Plague."

Zhong Yuan walked halfway and hadn't played yet when his cell phone rang suddenly.

With a special ring tone set, you can tell it's Zhong Lan's call without even looking.

He was overjoyed.

Finally, I also received an encouraging call from Lan Lan!

With so many cameras facing you, don’t turn on the hands-free.

The phone was connected, and when I put it to my ear, my sister said cheerfully, "Brother, what is your ID number? Let me fill it in. I won a lot of prizes today! There is also a luxury car!"

"What Lincoln Star Navigator, when I get my driver's license, I'll take you out for a drive!"

Zhong Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Look how happy you are. If you want it, I'll buy it for you."

Zhong Lan pursed his lips and said, "I got it by my ability, and it doesn't cost you! Hurry up and give me your ID card number!"

A group of people in the staff department looked at her with black lines on their faces.

Your brother is almost on the field, almost to the sidelines!

And Zhong Yuan's opponent, the girl named Lan Cang, has arrived at the third court.

She was wearing a pink sportswear, her short ear-length hair was neatly combed, her expression was terribly nervous, and there was a hint of hatred in her eyes looking at Zhong Yuan.

"It's almost a war and you're still on the phone with your girlfriend? Look down on me?"

Zhong Yuan was startled, and looked up at his opponent.

An ordinary-looking girl with no weapons and a very thin figure.

Her face was pale and her lips were very pale.

Maybe it's during the bleeding period?

At this time, Zhong Yuan didn't think much, and said to his sister, "Lan Lan, I'm going to fuck."

"come on!"

"Ok!"

At the same time, the information of Zhong Yuan's opponent was also displayed in the live broadcast room.

Cheng Yun said, "Peizhen College's Lan Cang has competed for the fourth time. She has represented the college since the first grade."

Just as she was about to continue reading the material, suddenly, Cheng Yun frowned slightly.

How strange, Lan Cang's performance in the individual competition is getting worse every year!

In the first grade, she took the 23rd place in the individual competition.

Second grade, 30 students.

Last year, it fell back to 44th!

Everyone else is making progress, only she is regressing every year?