Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Xu Nian'an walked Principal Wu out of the courtyard with small steps. Until her back was no longer visible, she silently returned with the civet cat in her arms.

The little girl's face looked a little disappointed, but she smiled again after a moment.

"dad."

Seeing that his father was still sitting there, Xu Nian'an put down the civet cat, walked over in small steps, came up to his father, raised his head and said, "Dad, you are also my hero."

Xu Li was startled, looking at his daughter's beautiful little face, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Xu Nian'an chuckled, crawled into his father's arms on both hands and feet, hooked his neck with her soft little hands, and leaned close to him.

"Dad, dad...I love you the most."

Xu Nian'an sat on her father's lap and used her own way to make him happy.

Xu Li chuckled unconsciously. He rubbed his daughter's head and said softly: "You also like to endure hardships with your father?"

"I like it." After Xu Nian'an finished speaking, he covered his mouth, rolled his eyes, and changed his words, "Well... Actually, I don't think it's hard. Nothing you do with dad is not hard... If you don't believe me, ask me Yeah, he also likes dad the most."

Listening to the girl's sincere words, Xu Li's laughter was a little dull.

He took a deep breath and asked: "An An, why do you think dad is a hero?"

"Because you are my father."

Xu Nianan answered confidently.

In her eyes, even if her father did nothing, he was still the most powerful person she knew.

Looking at his daughter's cute face, Xu Li gritted his back molars tightly.

"But I rarely buy meat for you."

Xu Li seemed to be reminding her daughter that she was not that good.

"Well, I don't like meat."

Xu Nian'an said and swallowed unconsciously.

"I rarely buy you candy."

"I don't like sugar."

Xu Nian'an's head shook like a rattle.

"I... didn't send you to school either."

Xu Nian'an was stunned for a moment this time, then smiled again: "But my father is the best teacher in the world, and I know more words than the children in school."

The best teacher in the world?

Of course he is not...

Xu Li hugged his daughter, and his heart was about to be torn in two.

When he was still young, his father's comrades-in-arms came to his home. They brought many things that had never been seen in the home, including food, useful things, and brand-new fabrics. But the mother said that she didn’t want any extra attention because of his death, which would only make her feel like eating his flesh and drinking his blood.

He didn't understand his mother when he was a child, but when he grew up, he understood.

……

On the other side, Principal Wu returned to Courtyard 88 with a sullen expression, feeling extremely unhappy.

Lin Nianhe saw her expression and quickly came over with a glass of warm water: "Principal, what's wrong with you?"

Principal Wu took the water glass, drank it down in one breath, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

After she finished cursing, she breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to feel a little more comfortable now.

Lin Nianhe quickly patted her back and had a bad feeling in his heart: "Did you talk poorly? What went wrong?"

"I only talked to him about one aspect!"

Principal Wu recounted the conversation between the two of them exactly, which made Lin Nianhe's scalp tingle.

Principal Wu knocked on the table hard, filled with indignation every word: "Listen to what he said, how can there be any sense of responsibility at all? Even if it is not for others, he must at least think about his daughter, right?"

Xu Nianan has not yet gone to school at the age of seven, which must be closely related to family factors.

Lin Nianhe gently rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache.

It's harder than imagined.

Principal Wu drank another glass of water, calmed down for a while and looked at Lin Nianhe with a slightly embarrassed look: "Nianhe, shouldn't I have said those words to him? Wouldn't it be better to talk about money directly?"

Lin Nianhe shook his head: "I thought the same way before, thinking about deceiving him first before talking about anything else... But now it seems that even if you can really deceive him, he will definitely leave after learning the truth... It’s impossible for me to actually sue him with the labor contract.”

"And I feel that he is not a money-seeking person."

She could directly explain the cause and effect to Mr. Ji, and finally add that she couldn't do the job, but in that case, she herself would feel that she had no conscience.

After all, Mr. Ji helped her too much.

Lin Nianhe touched his chin and thought - how about knocking him unconscious and taking him to school, and chaining him to the classroom...

"Hey, what are you worried about? Just knock him out and bring him here. If he doesn't go to class, he'll be beaten... It will take three days at most. I'll make sure he's docile."

Wen Lan was writing a manuscript on the side and said a sentence without raising his head.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

It seems that there are things that journalism departments cannot teach.

After Wen Lan finished writing a sentence, she looked up at Lin Nianhe and raised her eyebrows at her, as if asking: How was it?
  Lin Nianhe held his chin in his hands as if thinking.

Apart from excessive punishment, this solution has no other side effects.

I don’t know if the police comrades could let her go if she said that the boss was Mr. Ji and she was just trying to figure out what he was thinking.