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"Tumor?" Jing Ershao's eyes widened, and the chopsticks were fixed by his mouth: "Really?!"

"Really." Aliya sighed: "Didn't your dad tell you about the news I just got?"

"...I haven't been home for a while." Jing Ershao put down the bowl and chopsticks, somewhat dazed.

"If you have a family, why don't you go back and have a look?" An Lele murmured, she scalded her belly, and ate with a sigh of relief: "It's such a beautiful thing to have parents!"

Jing Ershao blinked, looked at Aliya, and was relieved to find that she didn't respond.

Is this something that can be said in front of Alicia and Bruce Wayne?

"Go back and have a look when you have time, you're not that busy there, are you?"

Jing Ershao has only accepted the work of the Consumer Electronics Division for a few days, so it stands to reason that he is not so busy that he does not touch the ground.

A large number of personnel have been transferred in the past few days, and the project has just started, and the follow-up funds and supporting facilities are not in place.

Second Young Master Jing can still take a break from his busy schedule, but if it really comes to the time to spend money like water, then maybe he really doesn't have time to go home.

Well, I can't say that. The old man in the family is sick. Although he concealed his illness, he has to go back and have a look if he doesn't have time.

An Lele put the goose intestines and loin slices in a colander, put them in a hot pot to boil, and nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, time is actually like a ditch on the chest. If you change into a push-up underwear, there will always be a squeeze."

Jing Ershao ignored this girl, he was almost beaten up by the other party, and he still had a little grudge in this matter.

"Grandma doesn't want others to know about it?"

"Well, after all, she is now..." Aliya shrugged: "Equity, and me."

Equity is very important, and so is Alia, but without Alia, it is more important.

"If you want me to tell you, the old man should retire to provide for the elderly. Why are you always thinking about that little money? Now that she's gone, you can't spend all the money in your hands."

Picking up the sliced ​​meat and shiitake mushrooms and putting them in Xuan's mouth, An Lele said vaguely, "Anyway, according to the inheritance rights, the money is reserved for you."

"It's for my sister." Jing Ershao shook his head: "I have to wait until the next shareholders' meeting before I can get my dad's 8% stake, provided that my dad doesn't serve as the chairman of the board and it's definitely legal. retire……"

"You don't have to worry about those things." Aliya waved her hand: "What should be yours is yours. I don't care about money, as long as it is enough."

"...I'll go back and ask today, I hope my dad won't drive me out of the house."

People tend to focus on one thing when they are busy, and Jing Ershao avoided these things before, but now he still has to face them.

Family, family, how many people act in the name of 'for your own good'...

"Arrange it yourself, I'm just telling you this, so that you can be mentally prepared—how is Simei going?"

"Ah Yu..." Ershao Jing thought for a while, "I don't know what to say, she was indeed bullied, but..."

"What was being bullied?" An Lele straightened her back, her eyes were serious: "Someone targeted? Enemies?"

"Campus bullying has not reached the point where the enemy will kill you. My sister is only in the second year of junior high school."

"Oh, that's none of my business, I'm in college now." An Lele threw the dried tofu and beancurd skin into the hot pot, took out her pocket watch and started counting the seconds.

"Ah Yu was confessed to by their seniors at school..."

"She's only 12—a confession?"

"After all, she looks mature... Then their senior is a famous figure, so she was targeted by the senior's fans."

"And then you were bullied?"

"In the beginning, it wasn't to the point of bullying. It was just doing small tricks, such as throwing away her books, dirtying her gym clothes, and putting prank toys in the shoe cabinet. Later, Ayu couldn't hold back. I beat him up, and then the other side called him."

"Who is it? Parents?"

"...This kind of thing is generally not called parents. They are called cousins ​​in high school, girls, slapping in the toilet, or threatening on the rooftop, because Ayu has some background, those girls I don't dare to really mess around with heavy hands, usually just shouting and drinking... Occasionally get some ink and yogurt on her..."

So sister Yu chose to escape on Tuesdays when she had major physical education classes, and on Thursdays when she had swimming and handicraft classes.

At other times, classes are held in normal classrooms, as long as she does not leave the classroom or avoids carefully, no one can 'catch' her.

"It sounds pretty disgusting." An Lele scooped up a spoonful of hot pot ingredients, tasted it, and then poured rat fish, rice field eel, etc. into it: "The teacher doesn't care about these things?"

"It's said that I took care of it at the beginning, but later it was just an apology. After all, no substantial harm was caused, and those guys got worse, and they did it more covertly, so..."

Jing Ershao rubbed his hands, somewhat hesitant: "Sister, why don't you meddle in this matter, I'll just say hello to the school."

He knew his eldest sister's violent temper, even if she was unreasonable, she would stir up three points, but if she was justified, she might poke a hole in the sky.

But these things are really difficult to determine, and it's really a bit helpless to kill a chicken with a dragon knife.

Aliya picked up the barley tea and took a sip, thinking about something, but didn't respond for a while.

Jing Ershao sighed, probably understood that his elder sister was unwilling to let this matter go, so he reluctantly swallowed the advice, picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat...

Ok?

He looked at the empty bottom of the hot pot, and fished it with a colander in disbelief, only two slices of potatoes came out in the end!

"Where's the vegetables?"

"That's right, where's the food?" An Lele turned pale with shock, "Why did it disappear before I ate it?"

Aliya came back to her senses: "Lele has a big appetite, so I'll order two more—Ah Jing."

"Hey! I'll go right away!" Second Young Master Jing got up sensiblely, he was already used to the work of serving food.

"No, you sit down, Lele, you go."

"Okay—what do you eat, miss?"

"You can eat and take whatever you like... Ah Jing, there is an interest class at Bingxin High School during this time, right?"

"Uh, it's called an interest class, but it's actually a summer camp or something like that." Jing Ershao scratched his head: "The main thing is, in school, the top students are in charge of competition exams and prizes. If you do well in the exam and enter the provincial or national competition, you can get recommended by a famous school in the future, so the school is doing its best to train them. As for the ordinary students, it is because of family reasons, the family does not want them to run around, so..."

The students in Bingzhong Middle School are polarized, the good ones are extremely outstanding, and the school spends a lot of money on scholarships to poach them for appearance.

Not only the students of the literary examination, but also a group of potential art candidates.

During the winter and summer vacations, art candidates often have intensive training. In other schools, they spend their own money to find training classes. In Bingzhong Middle School, the school arranges them uniformly and has rich experience.

Most of the other group are those who have property at home, either they are exchange students who have been arranged early to go abroad to get a degree, or they have mines and go back to inherit the family business.

These children are still somewhat in awe of the school in junior high school and high school, so they can take care of it a little bit.

The parents couldn't stand these ancestors jumping around at home, so they simply handed them over to the school for unified management.

The courses during this period also tended to be summer camp-style, loose and short in duration, which barely made the children feel at ease, since they were playing everywhere anyway.

"Look for a relationship, arrange four transfer students to go to the high school... no, two high schools, two junior high schools."

Jing Ershao blinked: "Sister, what are you doing?"

He has a bad feeling...

"I, you, Lele, Xiaojie, let's go to Bingzhong Middle School. If we don't conduct an investigation, we will have no right to speak."

"...how to investigate?"

"Let's go to the high school, I'll check the senior who confessed to Xiaosi, Xiaojie and Lele go to the junior high school, check those little bitches."

"No—sister, this is inappropriate!" Second Young Master Jing didn't expect his eldest sister to be so crazy. Is it appropriate for you to still be young in your sophomore year?

But after taking a look at Alia's body, and this face that is so tender that water can be squeezed out, it seems to be quite suitable...

"Why is it inappropriate?"

"That—gender!" Jing Ershao patted his thigh: "The shifts during the summer vacation, men and women are divided into classes. After all, there are no classes, and there are water games every day. You think so, boys and boys, girls and girls , I can't check anything, otherwise, I won't go, if you want to go, I will arrange for you?"

Aliya then looked at her brother with a very strange look, and then raised his chin to look at this face.

"I think—it's quite appropriate."

"...?"

108-Incumbent—Rooftop!

In the dean's office of Bingzhong Middle School, fat boy Zheng was having a warm conversation with the bald dean.

Snakes have their own way of snakes, rats have their way of rats, Fat Boy Zheng has his own channel, especially suitable for all kinds of teachings and nine streams.

It was at this time that Jing Ershao understood why his sister wanted to keep this kind of guy who seemed to be a good person—because it was really easy to use.

"Hahaha, then I won't bother Director Wang." The fat boy Zheng stood up and put the purse under his arm: "Drink tea together when you have time. I know a teahouse. The Kung Fu tea is really beautiful!"

"It's easy to say... I'll see you off!"

Director Wang got up and sent Director Zheng all the way to the door of the office. Only then did the latter shake his hand and talk about private matters in a low voice.

"The children of my relatives are really making a fuss at home. It's just a few days of summer vacation. Please take care of me!"

"I didn't expect Brother Zheng's family to have so many children, why didn't you choose us to study in Bingzhong Middle School?"

"Hi..." Fat Boy Zheng looked around, then calmly took out a thick envelope from his bag: "It's not from my family, my relative."

"No, no, what do you mean?"

"Letter of recommendation, letter of recommendation—" As he spoke, he stuffed the envelope into the inside of the other party's coat, raised his finger and pointed to the ceiling: "relative."

Director Wang was suddenly stunned: "No wonder, this is a private company, so it's not suitable."

"That's right—the school is very good, but it's not suitable, and I can't say much, everyone understands."

"Good to say, good to say..."

"Then please leave to Director Wang!" The fat boy Zheng shook hands with him: "If you have anything to do, you must contact me!"

"What's the matter, what do you mean?" Director Wang is very cautious. You always say that something is wrong, even if it is not true.

"Director Wang, Brother Wang—" Fat Boy Zheng looked back with a full face: "You are my brother, and I won't hide it from you, those few are all little ancestors, if there is something good or bad in the school... Tsk! "

Director Wang frowned, feeling that the envelope in his arms was a little hot, he might not be able to hold it back!

"Our school is very safe, the security force is perfect, the teachers are strong, and the students love each other, there is nothing good or bad."

"It's not others who are good or bad for them, it's them who are good or bad for others!"

"So domineering?"

"No, no, kid, I don't understand, I understand..."

"Of course, we teach and educate people to lead children to the right path, but you—"

But you have clearly stated that you will send a few little ancestors here, you have to pay more!

However, Fat Boy Zheng not only didn’t add any money, but instead held his hand tightly: “I won’t talk about the extra money. If I can get through this summer vacation well, I’ll tell that relative, Brother Wang, you are so dedicated.” , very admirable."

Director Wang immediately made up at least [-] words of cause and effect, and stopped talking about money, because talking about money hurts feelings.

From now on, we are going to talk about feelings - your relative's child is my child, your relative is my relative!

"Then I won't send it?"

"No, no, no, really, I have to go to Hui... to reply, so I won't bother you."

Director Wang nodded, watching the back of the other party leaving, and then stretched out his hand to squeeze the envelope in his arms, but he still couldn't help taking it out and glanced at it.

It seems that this recommendation letter is not too thick... Huh?Knife music?

Putting away the recommendation letter calmly, Director Wang cleared his throat, put away his thoughts for a while, and turned back to the office with a kind face.

In the office, there were four well-behaved children, big and small, the youngest was about eight or nine years old, and the oldest was maybe fifteen or sixteen.

"Well, how about your admission procedures, you follow the procedures for exchange students, and you choose your own classes, how about that?"

As he said that, Director Wang took out the brochure, thought for a while, then threw aside the thing that was shown to outsiders, and took out two rosters.

"Now we have a separate summer camp model for men and women. The junior high school and the high school have three grades each, and each grade has 12 classes. Look at the specifics..."

An Lele and Xiaojie looked at each other, and raised their hands together: "We are in the second year of junior high school."

"Oh, the second year of junior high school, the second year of junior high school——"

"Class two of the second year of junior high school, we have relatives in that class, we are going to play with her."

"Okay... what about you?"

Aliya and Jing Ershao looked at each other, and the former shrugged: "I am a sophomore in high school."