Chapter 1180 Dudu "rolled over"
"What a damn talent."
"It seems that there is a very smart central member in this team."
Whether it is the name of the team or the design concept, the other party has carefully considered it.
Modern technology combined with Feng Shui theory, Mo Jingchun didn’t believe it if this team had not investigated his preferences.
Mo Jingchun did not dislike this kind of investigation.
After all, a lot of his information can actually be collected with a little effort.
Not to mention that there are special entries for his relevant information in the intelligence databases of various countries.
Pointing to the computer screen, Mo Jingchun said with a smile: "Zero, this team is the focus of attention. You can collect relevant information about the design members of this team."
"Understood." Ling said at the corner of his mouth He raised his head slightly, and data information was flowing in his eyes from time to time.
In the interstellar era, the Internet is more developed.
As long as you go online, records will be left.
This is also one of the important reasons why the number of criminals has dropped sharply in the past decade.
Soon, all the information about this team was collected and organized one by one.
Having two days off on weekends and Sundays, Mo Jingchun read one design after another.
I have to admit that there is no shortage of talented people in the world.
The top-rated design solutions, without exception, have their own unique characteristics.
Under the moonlight, Mo Jingchun stretched and stopped reading the rest of the design plan.
With so many plans, if you read them one by one, when will you be able to finish them?
Rubbing his tired eyes, Mo Jingchun said: "Zero, after work tomorrow, we will send a notice to all employees. Every employee must submit a design plan number that they think is acceptable."
"That's it."
In the early morning, the robin lay on the green leaves sucking the dew.
It seems like a tireless robin keeps buzzing.
Mo Xiaoxue, who yawned and opened the window for ventilation, could not help but frown when she heard the annoying call of the bird.
This thing started calling at dawn.
If it weren't for the good sound insulation in today's houses, I wouldn't be able to sleep well in the morning.
After breathing in the fresh air and clearing her head, Mo Xiaoxue changed her clothes and began to wash up.
A good day starts with getting up.
………………
“Brother, Dudu has gone to school?”
Mo Jingchun, who was having breakfast, hummed and said:
"It's not like you don't know that school starts early, but it's not like our company, which doesn't go to work until half past nine."
Mo Xiao Xue unconcernedly pulled out the dining chair and sat down.
"It's different. I always took the school bus to school at that time."
Looking at his sister, Mo Jingchun said angrily:
"If it weren't for you, I would buy two school buses?"
"Hey, just be content. Your sister-in-law picks up Dudu from school every day. You know that your sister-in-law will ask Dudu every time she sees her What's the word?"
"What?" Mo Xiaoxue was quite curious. She really hadn't thought about this question and really didn't know.
Mo Jingchun chuckled, "Your sister-in-law must ask Dudu if he caused any trouble at school."
"Uh..."
Thinking of the "lawlessness" in school when she was a child, Mo Xiaoxue was glad that she took the school bus back to the company every time. At that time, her sister-in-law had not yet come to work in the company.
When she entered junior high school and high school, she even chose to live on campus and only had Fridays off.
And basically my brother picks me up.
At the same time, Dudu was already sitting in the bright classroom.
The sun rising from the east shines into the classroom through the windows, and the sunlight shines on the tables, bringing a touch of heat to the students.
Ding bell bell~
The class bell rang, and Dudu, like his classmates, put the Chinese textbooks on the desk in advance.
The first class every Monday is Chinese class.
Not long after, Dudu, who was sitting near the window, saw the Chinese teacher and the math teacher from Class 2 next door walking to the door of the classroom talking and laughing.
“Stand up!”
"Hello, teacher!"
"Hello, classmates."
As the Chinese teacher waved, the students all sat down sparsely.
Seeing the homework book placed by the Chinese teacher on the podium, everyone just glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it.
Generally speaking, as long as Chinese homework is handed in, there won’t be any big problems, and Chinese teachers rarely find faults in class.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the forty minutes of a class passed quickly.
As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the Chinese teacher put down the pimple in his hand with a smile and did not turn around and leave as usual.
I saw the teacher patting the homework book placed on the podium with a smile on his face.
For some reason, everyone held their breath subconsciously.
This smile is a danger signal.
A smile hidden in a knife!
The next second, it turned out to be exactly what the class expected.
"This is the essay you handed in yesterday. I have already finished correcting it. The Chinese class representative will send it out in a moment."
After a pause, he spoke again:
"After all students get their homework books, remember to take them home after school today and have their parents sign on the back of the composition.
For students who have not signed, I will personally call your parents tomorrow to confirm. ”
Many students are confused about the behavior of the Chinese teacher.
Isn’t it unnecessary to simply sign?
What are you trying to do?
< br>Of all the students in the class, only Dudu looked stiff.
I thought to myself: "No, this is coming for me."
Regret! Dudu regrets that he wrote "My Dad, the Richest Man in the World" last Friday when his head got hot.
That’s it. The teacher asked her to take the composition home to sign.
Who does this parent sign for?
Looking for dad? No, no, no, what's the difference between that and giving someone's head directly?
Why don't you find your aunt?
After thinking about it, Dudu shook his head.
My aunt is a big talker and will definitely tell dad if anything happens.
Especially the embarrassing things about her, my aunt is absolutely willing to publicize them.
It’s so melancholy.
It seems that I can only find my mother.
The only thing that makes Dudu feel lucky is that although the title of her essay is a joke, the content of the essay is still very pure.
What I write about is my father’s simple daily life.
Dudu, who was slightly relieved, looked up at the podium and met the Chinese teacher's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.
The moment the company died!
Fortunately, the Chinese teacher spared her a bit of trouble and didn't tell the whole class the title of her essay.
Otherwise, her classmates might not be able to laugh at her for years.
Even in junior high school, this dark history will follow her. (End of this chapter)