Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 291 When dreams gradually become reality, will you smile?
Feng Ju walked on the campus with a look of anticipation.

Perhaps it was the indescribable telepathy between father and daughter. Even though he couldn't get in touch with them by phone, he was able to find the girls who were hugging each other with their heads touching among the huge crowd of people.

Feng Ju immediately saw the back of his daughter's head among those heads.

This scene looks very warm.

Feng Ju didn't go over to disturb them, he felt it was unnecessary.

Feng Ju cursed himself inwardly, saying that he must have lost his mind as he was so disturbed by his rebellious son's few words.

In fact, if you just use your brain a little, you will know that Yu Huai is so outstanding and never lets you down, so how could he be overwhelmed?
Yu Huai has been treated as the apple of her eye since she was young, and all the love and warmth in the family has been poured into her.

Not only at home, but every teacher at school likes her, and her classmates also like to be around her.

She was like a sparkling gem from the moment she was born, completely different from the smelly and hard stone in the cesspool of her rebellious son.

Why is it that love that is too suffocating can also push a person into the abyss of despair, like a rotten flower buried in the mud by a rainstorm?

It makes no sense!
Endless love and expectations will only be the most beautiful fertilizer, allowing flowers to grow and bloom more beautifully.

"That rebellious son knows nothing. He just got lucky and was favored by a big shot. Now that he has a little bit of strength, he dares to teach me a lesson. Humph, this rebellious son is really unfilial. He is just jealous of his sister. How pitiful and hateful!!"

Feng Ju sneered in his heart, and felt more and more that he had never done anything wrong. Whether it was towards his rebellious son or his daughter, everything he did was impeccable.

"My Yu Huai will definitely be favored and cultivated by greater and bigger figures in the future, and achieve bright achievements that that rebellious son could never imagine."

Thinking of this, the cloud of darkness in Feng Ju's heart instantly dissipated, replaced by an irrepressible sense of comfort and pride.

He turned and left. Dong Ping followed closely behind him and asked in confusion:

"Captain Feng, that's your daughter, right? Why did you leave without saying hello?"

Feng Ju's mood had returned to calm, and all the negative emotions were swept away. He said calmly:
"No need for that. Time is running out now. Let all the brothers spread out and remember the position and angle of each camera. Also, confirm the position of each [mask] again..."

Feng Ju unconsciously clenched his cold fingers, and the voice that came out from between his teeth was as cold as ice:
"Tonight, let's start solving the cases one by one!"

Feng Ju left so quickly that he did not notice that in the crowd to the side, there was a man in casual clothes, with a straight figure and a face that looked even more handsome than in the photos on the Internet. He was staring at the direction he had just been paying attention to with the same deep and loving gaze as his.

The man gently pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, raised the corners of his lips slightly, outlining a gentle arc, and whispered:

"What a youthful and beautiful scene of girls. It touches my soul. I really want to put her next to my pillow!"

The researcher behind the man couldn't help but shudder in his heart and shiver on his face as he heard his mentor's whispers as if he was immersed in a lingering dream.

He still remembers reading this passage on the Internet when he was young:

I want to sleep with you which makes me a hooligan, and I want to wake up with you which makes me a poet. He believed this at the time until he met a mentor who changed his life.

The instructor said I want to put you by my pillow. Is this the straightforwardness of a gangster, the romance of a poet, or... the romance of a cannibal? ! !
While the researcher was lost in philosophical thought, the man sniffed the smell of the surging crowd in the air and frowned slightly.

The researcher quickly gathered his thoughts, took a quick step forward, habitually took out a bottle of special perfume from his pocket, and then carefully sprayed it a few times on the man's collar.

The scent of the perfume was fresh and pleasant, containing the essence of many natural plants, which instantly refreshed the surrounding air and made it exceptionally fresh. The most special thing was that the perfume contained a little bit of formalin water. The man took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked gently at the only graduate student he had trained over the years and who made him feel satisfied, and asked softly:

"Where are my lovely little ones?"

The researcher put away the perfume bottle, glanced at the roadside gutter, and replied in a low voice:

"The elite team has successfully infiltrated, and the instructor's little ones have been settled. It's just that..."

He paused for a moment, looking somewhat hesitant, and then continued in a low voice:
"This school is now full of cameras, and they are broadcast live. I am worried... Will it be too conspicuous and attract too much attention when the time comes?"

The man shook his head gently, but a sacred light appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice:
"My lovely little ones will be making their first official public appearance since their birth. Such a memorable moment naturally requires a 'press conference' to record and preserve it.

I am not afraid of attracting attention, I am only afraid of not attracting enough attention!!!"

As the man explained, he smiled politely and looked at a group of well-dressed school leaders who were walking towards him.

The principal walked over at a brisk pace, shook the man's hand enthusiastically, and said with a hearty laugh:

"Professor Zuo Bai, why didn't you inform us of your arrival? The main competition of the martial arts league will start tomorrow. We thought you would come tomorrow morning..."

Zuo Bai politely shook hands with the principal and said with a sincere smile:

“You’re too polite, Principal. I’m here too early. I just came here to take a look around and revisit the atmosphere of the school.

To be honest, since I left campus and devoted myself to the busy daily life in the laboratory, what I miss most is the carefree time I spent on campus during those years.

Today, when I stepped into the campus of No. 8 Middle School and saw these young and energetic children, I seemed to be brought back to those wonderful student days. It was really nostalgic. "

The principal laughed: "It seems that the atmosphere on our No. 8 Middle School campus is pretty good?"

Professor Zuo Bai nodded slightly, with emotion in his eyes:
"Indeed, I seem to see my own shadow in the innocent and young faces of these children. It's great."

The principal's smile grew brighter. He shook Zuo Bai's hand enthusiastically, unconsciously increasing the strength:

"In that case, how about taking a photo with the kids from our school?"

As the principal finished speaking, reporters and photographers had already gathered around him.

Zuo Bai seemed a little overwhelmed by the principal's enthusiasm. He showed a shy smile unique to intellectuals and had to agree to the proposal.

Although they said they were taking a group photo with the students, in reality, as soon as they finished speaking, a group of school leaders surrounded the principal and Zuo Bai in the center of the camera, leaving only a few empty spaces in the corners.

The leader of the school affairs office enthusiastically directed everyone's positions, and turned to the people around him and said:

"Pick a few students with outstanding academic performance and good conduct to take a photo with the leaders."

Zuo Bai stood in the middle, interrupted the school affairs office leader politely, pointed casually into the distance, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry so much. I think those female classmates over there are quite suitable."

(End of this chapter)