One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Fanwai, New Year's Day Special, 3 in 1

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! "Professor Wei, the office of the principal of the middle school is calling."

"Huh? Principal?" The young man in a milky white knit casual shirt raised his head upon hearing this, revealing an enviable and prosperous beauty. His lips were slightly raised, and his faint smile seemed to stain those lacquer eyes. Brilliant Stars, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say it, but listening to his tone, it doesn't seem to be a good thing."

"Please transfer it."

"OK, just a second."

Intoxicated by the beauty of the young man, the assistant lost his mind for a moment, and then he was busy passing the message when he woke up.

The young man agreed to the communication request, and the dark screen suddenly lit up, revealing the face of a strange middle-aged man.

The other party was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a slightly protruding beer belly and an impatient face on his slightly fat face. He said something to the young man.

After a long while, the young man said in a cold voice, "Sorry, I'll just go there."

After hanging up the communication, he tidied up his desk a bit, got up and picked up the windbreaker on the hanger, and put on a light gray scarf.

"Where is Professor Wei going?"

A passing colleague saw him in a hurry, looked up the bus route while walking, and asked curiously.

The young man was a little embarrassed and said, "Federal Middle Department, but I don't know which bus to take."

The colleague choked on his words, "The middle school is in another hemisphere, and it takes four hours to go there by bus."

The Federation's No. 1 Academy is located on Klemla, and the entire planet consists of four parts.

Elementary institutions, secondary institutions and institutions of higher learning, and the "school district housing" where family members and students live during vacations.

Young people have to go from the high department to the middle department, at least half a planet across.

Hearing what his colleague said, the young man frowned, "I'm going to the Middle School to do something, and the other party only gave me forty minutes."

The colleague said, "Forty minutes, there is no rush in this world."

The young man looked at his colleagues quietly.

The other party only gave me forty minutes, but it took him four hours to take the bus. Is this not urgent?

The colleague was also puzzled, and he said, "I saw you drove a silver Fenglei X6 earlier, which is a silver and white luxury version limited by the entire Federation. According to the official data, you can drive from here to the middle class, at most 20 minutes... …With this, what bus do you take?”

The normal version costs tens of millions, but for this specific version, one set starts at least 100 million.

The price is second. The key is that this limited edition is only open to specific people, and there is no social status that cannot be bought.

Since the young man drove this car to work, many young teaching assistants' enthusiasm for him has reached several levels.

Sports cars worth hundreds of millions can afford to drive, but young people like to take the bus?

Sure enough, poverty limited his imagination.

The young man said, "Without a driver's license, I can't drive. I used to use the automatic driving mode before, but this mode has a speed limit."

When the automatic driving mode is turned on, the speed of the sports car will be limited to the minimum, and it will drive according to the prescribed route, even without a driver.

The colleague changed his mind and suggested, "I have a driver's license, I will take you there."

The young man smiled apologetically, "That's troublesome."

Colleagues are calm on the surface, but ecstatic inside.

A limited edition luxury sports car worth hundreds of millions!

He has only seen it on the virtual network, but has not touched it yet.

After driving it for a while, he found that the performance of the car was far worse than the official data, and his colleagues immediately thought of modification.

"Have you changed your sports car?"

The suspension sports car stopped firmly at the parking place, and the young man was about to get off.

"My wife changed it. She is very interested in this."

Colleagues were stunned, "Didn't the official say that the limited edition silver Fenglei X6 is infinitely close to the configuration of military tanks?"

The young man said with a smile, "I don't know about that either. She said the original car was too fragile and poor in defense, so I took it and made it thicker."

The colleague looked at the silver Fenglei X6 in front of him speechlessly. The perfect body lines made people fall in love at first sight.

The reason for the transformation turned out to be "too poor defense"?

Could it be that the identity of the young man is the son of a high-level person?

Colleagues secretly wondered.

The young man doesn't know much about the middle school. Without the help of his colleagues, he really can't find his destination.

The verification procedures in the principal's office are somewhat troublesome. Without the help of colleagues, the young man will probably be blocked for a while.

"I really don't know which planet you were from before, these basic instruments can't be used—"

The colleague muttered something in a low voice, and the young man smiled gently, not only not angry, but also studying hard.

After entering the office, the headmaster's words reached the ears of the two.

"Wei Cong, your parents haven't come yet?"

The young man snorted unhappily when he heard his bear son.

"Sorry, Mr. Principal, I'm late." The young man smiled slightly, "I don't know what mistake I made?"

He spoke eloquently, but because he was a professor of ancient culture and specialized in ancient history, no one said anything.

"Are you?" The principal looked at the young man and asked, "Are you Wei Cong's father?"

Just looking at the appearance, the young man and Wei Cong are indeed somewhat similar, more like a brother than a father.

The young man nodded, and asked straightforwardly, "Yes, do I need to show my parent-child certificate?"

The smile on the corner of the principal's mouth froze, and he said bluntly, "No need."

The colleagues on the side were in a mess.

The mysterious male god professor of the first federal institution of higher learning——

Married with children?

Suddenly, this colleague felt that there was hope for him to get out of the single.

The young man is already married, won't Yingying Yanyan, who has a crush on him, give up?

Just as he was thinking, the couple standing aside stepped in.

"Are you the child's father?"

The attitude of the two was a bit arrogant, and there was anger on their faces.

The young man gently raised his hand and patted the bear son who had just reached his shoulder. He was not at all angry because of the attitude of the couple. He was so gentle that he said, "Yes, I am his father. The principal didn't explain in detail just now, and he didn't know what happened. What's up."

The two looked at the young man again.

The young man dressed very casually, all of them were ordinary brands with affordable prices, but he had a good temperament, which made his clothes look haute couture.

"I hope you can educate your son well. His character is not worthy of studying in the first federal university." The man opposite gave Wei Cong a contemptuous look, and he said, "Stealing is a very bad behavior, and refusing to admit it is even worse. Unforgivable act!"

The principal added, "If this is true, Wei Cong will report criticism to the whole school and punish him with expulsion."

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man, and he looked down at his son who had just entered puberty.

Although this child is a bit arrogant, he is not capable of doing such a thing.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, that kid somehow robbed my mecha model and said I stole it." Wei Cong was furious, but his father's years of teaching made him suppress the anger in his heart, "It's still the first school , Hire a liar who is full of lies and tricks?"

The young man frowned slightly, and said calmly, "I believe my son, it is impossible for him to do such a thing. Everything should be based on a piece of evidence. If Mr. Principal or this couple can produce tangible evidence, such as stealing surveillance, I will personally Educate him."

The man said, "This is impossible, because the theft happened in the bathroom attached to the training cabin, which is a blind spot for monitoring."

The young man laughed and said, "In this case, how can we be sure that my son stole some mecha model?"

The man was also angry, and before he could speak, the boy shrank aside and muttered, "That mecha model is the latest limited edition, my dad found a relationship and spent more than five million to buy it. Except for the different proportions, all functions are modeled after real war mechs. There is also a unique code on it. I lost the model, and Wei Cong got a model with the same code..."

Although there is no surveillance video, is it still guesswork?

Wei Cong laughed angrily, "Using unreasonable words and throwing sewage without evidence, you are going too far!"

The boy said, "Could it be that you still want to say that the mecha model in your hand was bought by your family?"

Wei Cong suppressed his anger, "So what!"

"A person who can afford a mecha with more than five million credits wears a T-shirt with more than two hundred credits?"

"You're discriminating too much. What's wrong with me wearing a T-shirt with more than two hundred credits?"

"Civilians——in your family's situation, you can barely afford the tuition fees, right?"

Wei Cong couldn't bear his temper, and took a step forward.

The young man put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

Wei Cong, who was still furious just now, was extremely obedient.

The young man said, "What's the matter with the model?"

Wei Cong shrank his neck, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it time to learn the mecha course? It will take a few years to really learn how to drive, so I will secretly ask my sister - who knows that I just received the goods today, and I haven't played for long , this guy went crazy and said that I stole from him—"

He was wronged.

The boy sneered, "You said your sister bought it for you? Tell your sister to come over and confront—"

Wei Cong said, "You are stupid, why do you have such a big face when my sister comes over?"

The boy was very angry.

"There should be some misunderstanding in this matter."

Seeing the two teenagers arguing about this, the young man frowned unhappily.

"What misunderstanding can there be? The school doesn't accept anyone with a history of stealing, Wei Cong, let's call your mother to come over and go through the withdrawal procedures together." The young man snorted, "I can keep this matter private. You voluntarily withdraw from school. Things will not be recorded in the file, how about it?"

The teenager didn't go too far either.

Although Wei Cong stole his favorite model, but things have come back, he can forget about it.

Wei Cong is just a commoner student, if he keeps a file in the middle department of the first school, he will not be able to find a job in the future.

"What's the model number? I'll ask Ah Yan to find out what's going on."

"2012XSD3611, the simulation model of God of War 1253G." The young man glanced at Wei Cong's father, because he was really good-looking, and he was not so angry at first, "Since Wei Cong said his sister bought it, there are always shoppers. A ticket, right? If I can produce evidence that the model in his hand is indeed his, then I can also apologize to him—”

That being said, he did not believe that Wei Cong could produce evidence.

The young man made a note, turned on the communicator and sent a message to his daughter.

After a while, the message came back.

[Mom threw it to me a few days ago, and I gave it to A Cong, where did I get the receipt. 】

The young man secretly had a headache, pulled away his wife's contact avatar, and roughly talked about the current situation.

Seconds back——

【What the hell? Ah Cong stealing? Wait a minute—]

After a while, someone's communicator rang.

Everyone looked at each other, and the principal nodded apologetically in embarrassment. This is an unfamiliar video request.

Seeing this, the young man said, "Mr. Principal, you can pick it up. If there is no accident, it should be Zhuojing."

What the hell is Zhuojing?

The headmaster agreed to the video communication in surprise.

Because it is a three-dimensional communication, the characters will not appear on the two-dimensional plane but directly projected into three-dimensional.

"Hello, Mr. Principal."

As soon as the man spoke, everyone in the principal's room fell silent.

"You, you, hello - ginger, ginger -"

"Well, I'm in a hurry, so I won't talk nonsense, let's get straight to the point." Jiang Pengji said, "Just now I heard from my husband that my son stole, and the evidence of the crime is true, so it is very likely that he will be expelled from school, or even registered. File, is this true?"

The principal stays where he is—

Not only him, but others were also stunned.

They can understand every word of your Excellency the legion commander, but they don't understand it when they put it into one sentence.

"Pay attention to evidence, is there monitoring or witnesses?"

The headmaster blushed and said with difficulty, "No—"

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows, "Since there is no evidence, why did you say that A Cong stole it?"

The principal glanced at the boy's parents, their expressions were also very exciting, like a broken palette.

Facing the questioning from the head of the legion, how dare the headmaster be vague, let alone the head of the legion is still the most difficult old hooligan!

The headmaster explained the reason rather embarrassingly.

Although it has been beautified, it cannot be hidden from Jiang Pengji's eyes.

"I think the ethos of the First Academy should be changed. The school is a place for students to study, how can there be class discrimination? If this matter is broadcast by the military media or private media, I think the First Academy will be on the hot search It's been hanging on for a few days."

The principal was choked and speechless.

Can this kind of thing also involve discrimination?

Schools are already relatively fair. The teaching resources they can provide can be enjoyed by ordinary children, but children from wealthy families can enjoy more top-notch resources. These resources are not even provided by schools, let alone ordinary children. arrive.

For example, this simulation mech.

This mech model is not a toy on the market. Except for the scale and the power of the weapon, everything else is made according to the real war mech. Not even money can buy it. Children with power and wealth can learn in advance, but ordinary children can?

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, there should be a misunderstanding about this—"

"Of course I knew there was a misunderstanding." Jiang Pengji laughed, "Ah Cong can't steal a classmate's mecha model, and he doesn't have a habit of stealing, there is no doubt about it. Because the mecha model is copied from my previous car, so The manufacturer gave me two sets as souvenirs. There is no possibility of imitation and fraud. I have contacted the manufacturer to find out the investigation number, and various certificates can also prove that this one in my hand is real. I have a rude suggestion—you guys It’s best to check if the lost mech model is a replica—”

The headmaster only felt his cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

The teenager's parents couldn't help but suspect that they bought high-quality counterfeit products at a high price.

After all, it is simply impossible for the head of the dignified army to buy high-quality imitations from official channels.

"I'm sorry, Legion Commander, this matter is my fault, and I wronged Master Wei without a real detailed investigation." The boy's father couldn't help but said, trying to save some face, "I will investigate the lost mech model carefully. , will not wrong people."

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "It's okay, just settle this matter."

Wei Cong on the side couldn't bear it anymore.

Is this an apology?

He was also wronged for several hours. The teacher and the principal took turns to meet him, each accusing him of stealing.

Didn't you just say that the eyes are not the eyes, the nose is not the nose, and mocked him for wearing a cheap T-shirt with two hundred credits?

"Although Ah Cong is young, he is still a teenager. This gentleman should understand what it is like to have a bear son with strong self-esteem in the family." Jiang Pengji seemed to sense Wei Cong's resentment, and added with a smile. The gentleman immediately understood. come over.

"Of course I can understand. After the investigation of this matter is clear, I must solemnly apologize to Young Master Wei and compensate for the spiritual loss."

Wei Cong was still a little angry, but he hummed twice and became wilted again, hanging his head to secretly rejoice.

He would be satisfied if his mother could take time out of her busy schedule to help him solve trivial matters.

This matter is not complicated, but before Jiang Pengji revealed her identity, Wei Cong was identified as a commoner student.

A commoner student is holding more than 5 million mecha models, and normal people would think that the origin of this thing is unknown.

The attitude of the other party was more arrogant, and he insisted on affirming his own judgment, so Wei Cong was naturally at a disadvantage.

Now that the status is reversed, those who were arrogant before can no longer be arrogant.

After careful investigation, the lost mecha model was finally found.

After the manufacturer's appraisal, the lost model is indeed a high imitation, and the one in Wei Cong's hand is the real one.

Accompanied by his parents, the boy apologized to Wei Cong.

"Are you—the son of the Legion Commander?" The boy was still confused.

"Yeah, is it weird?"

"Then why are you dressed so poorly?"

Which serious prince would dress so friendly to the people?

Wei Cong choked for a moment, and retorted, "My dad likes online shopping, isn't he happy? Can I wear a shabby T-shirt with a high-end look?"

The young man was embarrassed and ashamed, but luckily Wei Cong didn't pursue revenge, so he lived in peace.

On the other side, the young colleague was stupefied with fright and didn't react for a long time.

The mysterious professor who is usually calm and calm is actually the man of the notorious army commander?

The flowers and plants of the school who covet the youth.

Do these veterans know who their rivals are?

"You and the Legion Commander are—"

The young man smiled, "We are husband and wife."

"Hidden marriage?"

"No, but neither she nor I like to be paid too much attention from the outside world, let alone the child is still young."

Colleagues are speechless.

"That sports car—"

"She bought it for me to commute to work. A Cong has an awkward temperament and is in adolescence. I am worried about him. I followed him to Klemla Star so that I can take care of him nearby." The young man smiled and narrowed his eyes, "This matter , don’t say it—she has been in a bad temper recently, because I paid too much attention to A Cong and ignored her, if there are more relevant reports, I’m afraid she will find someone to trouble her.”

The corner of the colleague's mouth twitched.

He is crazy to spread gossip about the legion commander.

"I definitely won't say it!"

Holding on to a secret that no one else knows is indescribably uncomfortable.

This matter seemed to be resolved, but not long after, the principal was promoted secretly, and several documents ordered the rectification of the school's ethos.

A group of parents of students felt baffled, but only the person concerned knew the inside story.

Six years later, Wei Cong finished his secondary and advanced courses and graduated several years ahead of schedule.

At the graduation ceremony, Her Excellency Jiang Pengji, commander of the Seventh Army, attended as a special guest and issued graduation certificates to the student representatives.

After the formal presentation of the certificates, there will be other entertainment.

Jiang Pengji stepped off the stage, and said to Wei Cong, "Good job."

Wei Cong straightened his chest.

"...It's a bit partial, and the combat subjects are barely holding back. I don't recommend you enter the combat sequence, consider civilian jobs."

Wei Cong's face drooped.

"Your sister gave you nine fingers, and you didn't win her. Joining the battle sequence is also giving the enemy a head."

Wei Cong immediately looked like he had beaten an eggplant with frost, and his whole body lost all energy.

"How do you know I can't do it if you don't try it?"

The principal of the higher education department on the side listened to the conversation between the two in a daze.

Seeing Wei Cong contradicting Jiang Pengji, he tried to smooth things over and apologized to Jiang Pengji on Wei Cong's behalf.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, this—"

Jiang Pengji said with a good temper, "Ah Cong is having a temper tantrum, the principal made a joke."

Cong?

Is this title too intimate?

The principal of the higher department was a little confused.

"Wei Cong is a relative of the Legion Commander?"

The dialogue between the two was transmitted to the virtual network through live webcast.

Because it is a routine graduation live broadcast every year, there were not many viewers at the beginning.

It's a cliché, it's the same routine every year, and it's annoying to watch too much.

but--

Many viewers felt that something was wrong the more they listened, and their brains were perfectly synchronized with the principal.

"My son." Jiang Pengji said.

"Oh, so it's Your Excellency's son—" the headmaster said, his expression froze.

son?

The audience watching the live broadcast also exploded.

The son of the legion commander?

No, when did she get married?

Who are you marrying?

Everyone has this question.

As if to solve their doubts, a handsome young man entered the range of the camera.

"Dad—I'm here—"

As soon as Wei Cong opened his mouth, the barrage exploded like a blowout.

【Don't squeeze me—let me see who the father of the Crown Prince of the Seventh Legion is——】

[My God, my goddess is married, and her children are about to enlist in the army, are you kidding me? 】

[The media is not good this time——]

[How stupid are you upstairs? If you give those paparazzi ten million heads, they wouldn't dare to follow and secretly take pictures of military bosses, would they? 】

[The crown prince looks so good-looking, his face value is so high! 】

[Boss, her man's appearance is not low, and he hasn't been corrected by visual inspection. 】

【Oh my God, Jiang Pengji is finally out of the order, so will I be able to find a young lady from the legion who is willing to let me take over? 】

Calling his name directly to the leader of the legion, this barrage audience quickly attracted the attention of others.

But in the next second, he deleted the barrage himself and continued diving.

[crazily calling for the legion commander! 】

[He is now the head of the legion. When the next marshal election, he will be the marshal, right? 】

[That’s for sure, the current legion commander is either too old or too inexperienced, and none of them can fight. 】

[Now the man who is the head of the legion, and the man who will be the marshal in the future, this man saved the Human Federation in his previous life, right? 】

[Looking at the big brother's resume, it's really an ordinary life. By the way, her surname is Jiang—tsk tsk, I can't help but think of a certain family. 】

[I also think of a certain family——]

【Hmm, I have the same feeling—a certain unspeakable family. 】

【You guys are so weird, our legion commander really came here by himself, there are too many people with the surname Jiang in the world! What are you jealous about? 】

It didn't take long for these barrages to be cleared up quickly.

No matter how popular the media's hot searches were, the relevant topics were slaughtered, Jiang Pengji looked in the direction of the young man with a smile on her face.

"Zixiao, come here."