Chapter 29 My surname is Ba, my father’s Ba (29)
Halfway through the parent-teacher meeting, a burst of warm applause broke out in the classroom.
Amid the applause, Qin Chao’s mother, Liao Jinjin, smiled as brightly as a flower and walked up to the podium with elegant steps.
"Look, Aunt Qin smiles exactly like the top student's mother."
Wang Doudou held his chin up and was extremely envious.
Jiang Tang nodded, seeing that Qin's mother was a careful and gentle woman, and Qin Chao was well taken care of by her.
At this time, Benba, the top student in their mouths, was standing about one meter away from Jiang Tang, flipping through the book in his hand.
Jiang Tang was wandering in the world. The life in this world was too relaxing. There were no superpowers fighting, no sneak attacks by violent beasts, and no pursuit by the Interstellar Supervision Bureau. A month ago, Jiang Tang could not even imagine this kind of life.
Eating, drinking, and supervising the little handsome guy’s exercise, it’s like being on vacation in a VR game.
Just when Jiang Tang was feeling relaxed, a disturbing mechanical sound sounded in his ears.
"Task progress is thirty-one, not bad."
"..."
Banban is back from a business trip.
"This business trip is mainly for a system meeting. The main system requires the host to report the meeting content. I am too lazy to tell you. You can see for yourself."
As he spoke, a piece of paper filled with densely written tadpole writing was pasted directly in front of Jiang Tang.
Banban made the title bold and large.
Article 1 of the meeting content: Build a harmonious interstellar environment and promote the spirit of self-confidence and self-improvement.
The second content of the meeting: Purify the system space, the new bullet screen is put into use, and all major systems are welcome to purchase more.
Article 3 of the meeting content: The host is not a robot, and the paid vacation should not be less than one week per year.
Jiang Tang's eyes were fixed on the third item.
"Paid holidays? Where's the salary? Where's my salary?"
Banban snorted and poured himself a glass of red wine smoothly.
“It is clearly written in the contract that there will be no salary for the first twenty years of work.”
"..."
What about human nature?
Oh, this dog is not a human being. Beast.
Worse than animals.
This is naked oppression!!
Then Jiang Tang saw that the main system complaint hotline was blocked.
"Work hard. This world is the simplest rookie mode. The next world won't be so easy."
Jiang Tang didn't want to deal with Banban.
Tired.
After the parent-teacher meeting, Wang Doudou followed Gu Yun like a little tail, with a mournful expression that made Jiang Tang laugh.
"My mother will definitely torture me. I can't go to Lao Qiao's birthday party tomorrow. You help me pick a gift for him and I will give you the money."
Wang Doudou reminded Jiang Tang that Qiao Qiao had told her that his birthday would be after the midterm exam.
I texted her the location and time.
Jiang Tang nodded and followed Jiang Zi back home.
That night, Jiang Zi hurried back to the room after washing up, talking on the phone with a serious expression.
Jiang Zi is a very capable woman and decisive. Now that she has grabbed Yu Lianhui's pigtails, it is estimated that this family farce is about to end.
On the second night of the parent-teacher meeting, Jiang Tang followed the navigation system to the place where Qiao Qiao’s birthday party was held.
Just clear it up.
It's called Night.
The bridge was reserved, and after Jiang Tang entered, the private seats were already filled with circles of boys and girls.
Qiao Qiao was sitting in the middle, wearing black ripped jeans and a short shirt with an arrogant skull printed on it.
The originally strong and handsome face, dressed in black, brought out a ruthless air.
Bridges are very popular and can be seen by anyone who looks at them.
There are good students who are in the top ten of their grade, there are also scumbag students who usually hang out with Jiang Tang Wang Doudou, and some people in society.
Those who drink drink, those who play cards play cards.
It’s really a combination of three religions and nine schools of thought.
(End of chapter)