Chapter 281

In the morning, the fourth class, Lulian reluctantly closed the novel. Follow everyone out of the classroom, often come and come students, with a complex look at her.

When she got downstairs, she was pulled aside by President Zhang, mysterious.

Lu mian "Yo" a voice: "president Zhang, you hair line back."

President Zhang: this ancestor!

"Follow me. Please go to the dining hall!"

Lu Mian: the principal invites students to eat? Good bell

Lu Mian did not often come to the school canteen, that is, when she was willing to go to school, she came to the canteen to inspect once.

The headmaster took her all the way round the dining hall and went to the second floor. I entered a simple small room, where someone was waiting for her.

Lu Mian looked at it, and smiled at Zhang, and turned and left.

Zhang immediately held the door and explained, "Lu classmate, you are on the hot search!"

Hearing his gossip news from the head teacher, it felt a little strange. Lu Mian glanced at the content of microblog so much, and didn't care much.

It's just a smile. It's getting cold.

She turned back and walked towards the serious middle-aged man in the box.

The other side is meticulous and laughable, and looks old and harsh. At first glance, it is the superior who is used to training.

Lu Mian head shook a circle, hanging Lang Dang shouted "Uncle Han.".

President Zhang was not surprised, but he was very emotional. Lu Mian's sentence "Uncle Han", but not so simple, a good relationship.

But this is the director of the Provincial Education Bureau!

He, the headmaster, wants to see the director, and has to make an appointment in advance!

Lu Mian, with his hands in his pocket, sat down with an unwillingness, and his face was a brave expression.

"Uncle Han, how are you here?"

Han Jin, the serious and harsh director, was instantly lit up the box, and duangduang knocked on the table, and was in a hurry.

"You have been making noise these months, just like the tractor going up the mountain, roaring and fierce! If I don't come again, I think you're going to turn the sky! "

Lu Mian put up his thumb, and he was a cultural man. His speech was different.

Han Jin is a cadre of the province, and he will not stay in wuheng, but President Zhang will often report to him about Lu Mian. So this time Lu Mian on the white home, Han Jin also know about.

Lu Mian's ears are rising, and the body is on the side: "it's not a big thing..."

"OK, in your eyes, there is no big event! Full marks in general courses are not major events, physics competitions are not important events. It is not important to attend high school when putting good universities in place! "

Han Jin's temper, can train one day and one night, but think of something important, not good hearted turned a white eye, "you eat first, I call."

And he took out his cell phone.

"In the stone beside the president Zhang:"...... "

I'm stupid, really.

I just know they have a little relationship, but I don't know they are so familiar with each other

Han Jin's phone directly reached baishuren.

Wangjiang building box of white tree benevolence, looking at the phone call, to Sheng Zijin smile, "is old Han."

Sheng Son Jin smile, "Uncle Han Jin? Is he coming soon? "

Han Jin is now in the Education Bureau, but in fact his ability is far more than that. Two years ago, he applied for transfer from Jinjing to wuheng.

Naturally, Han Jin is also the object of Sheng family to be gathered this time.

"I asked him." Bai Shuren smiled, "old Han?"

A greeting has not been finished, opposite is the rushing voice.

"White house owner, you have removed the hot article about Lu Mian on the microblog, and the official microblog will send an apology statement. Don't get on with this thing. I'm not bothered! "

“……” Bai Shuren was confused. "Old Han, what is this?"

"Don't ask me. You'll see it yourself!" Han Jin was in a hurry and added another sentence.

"I have something important here. I will not pass the dinner of Sheng family!"

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