Chapter 337: Doomsday Hunter 3

"Just hold on, I'll call your father to pick you up." Mu Lin said.

Fancy supported his chest and shook his head and refused:

"They've been too busy recently, so I'll go back by myself after a short rest."

She told Xiao An that she would not leave the campus until she saw him.

Mu Lin said, "How can we do that? It's too dangerous outside. Now the streets are full of parades and self-reliance troops. What if something happens on the road? I'll take you back in a while."

The fancy first reaction is rejection.

Because she sneaked out today, her parents didn't allow her to go out at all.

If the head teacher personally sent her back, she would definitely be found out, and she would definitely be reprimanded and nagged at that time.

"Really not, I myself-"

Before the words were finished, Mu Lin called her mother.

"Hello? Hello, I'm Dong Qinxin's class teacher. That's it... Yes, I'll take her back later, no need? You'll pick her up? That's the best, okay."

The fancy heads are all big.

"Your mother will pick you up later, you can stay in my office for a while, don't run around, school is not safe now... eh? This schoolbag?"

Mu Lin suddenly saw the black schoolbag in her fancy arms.

Obviously a boy.

Fancy and casually said: "Ji Zhengqing's, he forgot to take it."

Mu Lin didn't care about the schoolbag. After all, the class was stopped, she sighed when she heard Ji Zhengqing's name, and whispered:

"If only the catastrophe didn't happen, this child will definitely be a person in the future..."

Fancy heard it, didn't answer, and hugged her schoolbag tighter.

Mu Lin brought Fancy to her office, and after a thousand remarks, she quickly went upstairs to the principal's office.

At this time, the principal's office was already crowded with a bunch of teachers, and everyone was chatting and making a fuss.

The old principal was so arrogant that he slapped the table fiercely and said angrily:

"Stop arguing! The quotas for interstellar immigrants are all approved by the state, and I can't be the master! If you are dissatisfied, don't run to me to complain! If you have the ability to march on the streets against immigration, you will be quiet if you don't have the guts!"

The scene instantly quieted down.

Mu Lin also stopped, not daring to move forward.

After the principal lost his temper, he sat back on the chair like a deflated ball, rubbing his swollen temple and said:

"I know that you all want to give more students in your class the qualifications to immigrate, but the spaceship is so big, and the whole world is vying for this place. It is a great honor for our school to allocate 10 places. I I beg you, don't make it difficult for my old bones. I have tried everything that I can. What can I do if the above doesn't give me? I'm almost sixty today... In this environment, I can't live much longer In 2010, I gave my own quota to other children, what do you think about me, have my bones and blood removed?"

After speaking, the old principal covered his mouth and coughed.

It's all like this, and the teachers don't want to block him anymore.

Mu Lin didn't leave until the end.

The old principal glanced at her, coughed twice, shook his head and said:

"I know what you are looking for from me, but I still say that, Ji Zhengqing can only be left behind, and he will not be allowed to immigrate."

Mu Lin was a little excited:

"Principal, you should know Ji Zhengqing's talent in equipment research and development, as long as you give him time, he will be able to make a fortune in this field! I, I really can't bear to be left to die like this, and you certainly won't either. Watching someone like that get killed—"

The old principal interrupted her and said:

"Mu Lin, I can't control this matter. Do you know what the concept of a first-degree felon is? Harm the interests of the country and develop and smuggle dangerous weapons without permission! If Ji Zhengqing didn't catch the evidence that he is the same as his father, or he It's time to be in Tartarus' prison now! Still thinking of interstellar immigration? Impossible! Ahem, ahem—"

Mu Lin wanted to say more, but when she saw the blood that the old principal coughed up in her palm, she was dumbfounded.

The old principal waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and continued:

"I know Ji Zhengqing's talent better than you, and I know his invaluable value better, but he was born at an untimely time and gave in the wrong child. He has to accept this fate... We all have to accept this fate..."

......

Sitting fancy on a chair in the office, boredly flipping through Ji Zhengqing's schoolbag in his hand.

There is nothing inside, just a reader and a metal Rubik's cube.

The reader has pupil recognition and cannot be turned on.

The Rubik's cube doesn't move.

But it may not be a Rubik's cube, because all faces are one color.

She's used to being fancy, she generally doesn't understand this man's stuff.

After a while, there was a dripping sound from the fancy oxygen cylinder, and the red light kept flashing.

With a sigh, he got up and walked to the corridor, where he bought another bottle from the self-service air vending machine.

Fancy found that this body was almost inseparable from the oxygen cylinder, and it was abnormally weak.

Fortunately, the vampire bloodline is not restricted to use in the gunman's text, cards and props can also be used,

Otherwise, with such a weak body, he would not even know how many days he could live in such a doomsday environment.

But on second thought, if she can use it, so can other missionaries who come in.

Moreover, the missionaries who dare to come in are the big bosses who don't want to die. don't know how many good things are in the system.

Fancy front foot just returned to the office, back foot head teacher Mu Lin also came back, followed by a woman in a hurry.

"Qinqin!" the woman shouted before she reached the door.

Fancy stayed for a moment after seeing this woman's face, but quickly covered it up.

Dong's mother looks very much like her own mother Qin Jing.

The woman who ditched her as soon as she was born, leaving only one picture.

Although it is only five or six points similar, Fancy can't help but superimpose the photos of Qin Jing and Qin Jing in front of her, and then she has an instinctive physical and psychological dual disgust.

If you say fancy to aunt, hate it and can't give it up.

Then she only had pure hatred and disgust for her mother.

This emotion is almost uncontrollably transferred to anyone who is similar to her.

Dong's mother stepped forward quickly, grabbed her daughter's shoulder and looked up and down. Seeing that nothing happened, she was relieved.

She didn't even scolded her daughter for leaving home without being obedient. She didn't even mention it. She politely thanked the head teacher, Mu Lin, and was ready to go back.

She naturally took her little daughter's hand.

Fancy quickly put her hands into her jacket pockets, did not let her touch, and stood still.

Xiao An has not come to her yet.

Dong's mother held the air for a while and was stunned, but she asked softly with a good temper:

"Are you going to wait for your classmates to go back together?"

She looked at the black schoolbag that her daughter was holding in her left hand.

A boy's bag?

Her precious daughter actually took the initiative to wait for a boy.

Facing her face, she didn't know what to say at all, and she didn't bother to make up lies, so she simply pursed her lips and didn't speak.

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