However, Wendy got scared as soon as she entered the school gate. It wasn't that the atmosphere here was so serious, but the teacher standing at the door had such sharp eyes that Wendy couldn't help but recall the time when she went to elementary school with a small schoolbag on her back... It seemed like a lifetime ago.
The teacher's attitude towards her was quite gentle: "Which class are you from? School is over now."
Wendy subconsciously straightened her back, imitating Igor's example, and said calmly and politely, "Excuse me, are you Erica Bacon's homeroom teacher? I'm here to pick up her midterm report card."
oh?
The homeroom teacher narrowed her eyes in alertness. Her gray-blue eyes sized Wendy up and down like a sheepdog watching a lamb. She said slowly, "We require the guardian to come and get it."
"Erica's guardian has been busy lately..." As soon as she said this, even though she was not lying, Wendy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in the teacher's eyes. She quickly took out Igor's handwritten letter from the bag behind her. After the official recognition of the restoration of Wendy's brother's political and civil rights, Erica's guardian was changed to Igor Sullivan (Ford: Am I really a tool? But it's great to be a single dog without a family again).
The handwriting on the notebook was smooth and beautiful. It first explained in detail the change of Erica's guardian, then earnestly expressed his recent busy life, and finally told the class teacher about his regret for not being able to attend the parent-teacher meeting in person to pick up the report card. The wording was rigorous and formal, and there was no problem in being regarded as official reporting material.
The homeroom teacher was well-informed. As a veteran teacher at one of the capital's finest middle schools, he had dealt with countless wealthy and powerful parents, including some who held high positions and frequently appeared on the evening news. Even so, this handwritten letter, guaranteed to be authentic, distinguished Erica's current guardian and left a deep impression on the homeroom teacher.
He sighed in admiration, already quite convinced of Wendy's statement. Then he lowered his gaze, ready to see who this hidden guardian was.
Um? ? ?
Igor Sullivan?
Under Wendy's intense gaze, the homeroom teacher didn't dare raise her hand to rub her eyes. Instead, she held her eyelids open as wide as possible and carefully read the names again... again...
After a while, the old teacher, who had experienced countless hardships, pinched the side of his glasses and asked Wendy in a calm voice, "Excuse me, what is your name...?"
"Wendy," the little girl answered immediately, "Wendy Sullivan."
"Oh." The homeroom teacher's voice was unusually dry. He cleared his throat and confirmed again, "Is your brother and Erica's guardian the one I know, uh, Mr. Marshal?"
"Not anymore," Wendy waved her hand nonchalantly. "My brother's been busy managing his own business assets lately, while also looking for a lawyer to prepare for his upcoming marriage. But Asa—my brother's boyfriend—has been thinking he should return to the military."
You can go back and slap him in the face. Hugo has been looking forward to this scene for a long time. The evil god whispered devilishly in the human's ear.
But Wendy just thought that the God wanted to see her brother wear a military uniform again.
"Oh, oh." The homeroom teacher's mind was fuzzy, unsure of what he had said. "It would be nice to go back and look around. People are hoping to see him on the battlefield again."
Wendy made a disdainful face, then said, "But getting married is also important."
"Yes, yes." The old man in front of her kept echoing mechanically, "Love that only happens once in a lifetime."
I don't know which word touched Wendy, but the girl nodded happily, like a chicken pecking at rice. "Thank you, sir. And where's Erica's report card?"
The head teacher floated into the office like a ghost, brought out the sealed report card and handed it to Wendy.
At this moment, his mind suddenly cleared, and disbelief took over: "Wait a minute, are you really not kidding? Why did Erica's guardian become Igor Sullivan?"
And how come Marshal Sullivan has a boyfriend?
Why are you getting married?
How could he have time for romance while enduring the humiliation of being a wanted criminal?!
"That's another long story," Wendy said seriously. "I'm sorry, my brother really doesn't have time right now, but he said he'll video call you tonight."
She managed to walk out of the campus safely with her niece's newly released report card.
In the middle of the process, he secretly used his fingernail to scratch open the seal and took it out to take a look.
Tsk.
Even in the academic subjects that I am not good at, my scores are far above average.
She ranked first in her grade in terms of total score - her performance in science subjects really pulled up her score, and Erica's math, physics and chemistry were simply among the best, leading the pack and standing out from the crowd.
Wendy felt a strange sense of unease, as if she could see the days ahead when her niece would crush her on the grade list. "God, will it be any use praying to you for good grades on the eve of the exam?"
The head teacher behind her pondered for a long time after she left, and became gradually excited as time passed. This emotion continued until he returned home and sat under the light with his wife and children to enjoy dinner.
For the first time, he placed his mobile device, which he rarely used outside of work, on the dining table. He would check the time every two minutes, like a child expecting a call from his lover. His wife sat across the table, watching with their youngest son, curiously watching their husband/father, a graduate of a prestigious university, a highly respected figure in academia, and someone who disliked fame and fortune, fidget uncomfortably in his chair.
"What's the matter with you, dear?"
"...You will never guess who I met today." The head teacher frowned and said in confusion.
"Who?" the wife speculated. "Is it the parent of the child you teach? A celebrity? An aristocrat? A senior academic? The director of the Capital Education Bureau?"
The head teacher took a deep breath and said, "Neither, dear... I met Igor Sullivan's... sister."
There was silence at the table.
After a while, his son, who was still in elementary school, asked vaguely, with a spoon in his mouth, "Is it Marshal Sullivan, the one we criticized last semester and praised recently?"
The older sister sat on the sofa and pointed at the TV: "Look! The news channel is still broadcasting his interview video!"
The wife was a little confused: "So, his sister is going to study at your school?"
"That's not the case," the husband said. "It's just that an Omega girl in our class is said to be his ward. And to explain the whole story, Mr. Sullivan will video call me after dinner."
The wife gasped: "Why didn't you tell me in advance!"
"--What?"
"Tell me! Marshal Sullivan will video chat with you!" The Beta woman growled, stuffed all the hidden plates on the table into the kitchen sink, then quickly returned to the living room and stuffed the bag of snacks left by her youngest son on the coffee table into the trash can.
"..." The head teacher looked at her actions speechlessly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you valued him so much."
"Aren't you?" His wife turned around and glared at him. "Why did you go to the bathroom to shave right after you got home? Can't you think about your surroundings after cleaning yourself up?"
"We are just communicating with the child's parents." The head teacher said weakly, and went up to help his wife tidy up the sofa cushions.
"I heard rumors on Starnet that the Minister of Defense wanted to go and thank Igor Sullivan in person and apologize, but the former marshal refused on the grounds that he didn't have time," the youngest son said innocently.
Then I noticed that my parents were packing things more efficiently.
"Oh, right." The head teacher remembered something. "Sullivan's sister, Wendy Sullivan, told me today that her brother is getting married."
The eldest daughter, who was hiding from work on the other sofa, jumped up and said, "Dad, what did you say?!"
She took a few sharp breaths, like a cow seeing red silk, and rushed to her old father, shaking his shoulders: "What did you say? Igor Sullivan is getting married? Who is he going to marry?"
"How should I know?" the old father said inexplicably, "It's not you anyway."
“…”
His daughter ignored her father and rushed into the bedroom like a whirlwind, turned on the computer and started typing frantically.
An anonymous forum.
[Title: Wow!!! Mrs. Android’s revelations are true!!! I’m doing 360-degree Thomas spins in bed right now and I can’t wait to run downstairs and run around my neighborhood a hundred times.
Original poster: Exactly what the title says! I just heard this gossip! Mrs. Android didn't spread rumors out of rage because she lost an argument and was caught allegedly hiring trolls! What she said about a certain couple getting married is true! Seriously!
Floor 1: The Android trumpet is going crazy again, drag it away, next one.
The original poster: I'm not my wife's size! If you lie, cut off my 18cm penis on the spot!
Floor 3: Well... I remember Mrs. Android saying she was a Beta.
4th floor: I am dying of laughter. Although Mrs. Android is rich and powerful enough to own an army by herself, and her writing is really good, she insisted that the Marshal was innocent when he was still at the bottom of his life and became the first person to produce CP food, but the way he quarreled with other CP fans was really
5th floor: Very what? Very handsome?
Floor 6: Floor 4 I suspect you are a fan of Mrs. Android.
7th floor: Does the original poster have any evidence that he is getting married? This kind of thing involves reality, and spreading rumors will really get you arrested.
The original poster: I can’t reveal the source of the information, and I don’t know who he is going to marry, but according to reliable sources, he is really going to get married, and has already consulted a lawyer to draw up a prenuptial agreement.
Floor 9: My idol got married, and my youth is over.
Floor 10: I still don’t believe it. This kind of thing can be discussed among CP fans, but if passersby see it, they will think you are mentally ill.
Administrator: The source of this post cannot be reliably confirmed, so it is temporarily locked.
At the same time, another forum with a completely different style was discussing completely unrelated content.
One of the hot topics is:
I've been having dreams about my deity for the past couple of days, which has been keeping me awake and making me feel agitated and anxious during the day. I'm agitated because I feel a stronger connection with him. The problem is, when I dream of him, he's always seen showing affection with another unknown person... Why is this happening? What's the implication? Am I blaspheming the deity? Is there any hope for me, my friends?
Floor 1: Don’t worry, my half-sibling, do you think you are sane?
Original poster: It’s strange that although I suffer from insomnia, I don’t feel sleepy or tired at all. My work efficiency has slightly improved. Although my colleagues sometimes look at me strangely, that’s not a problem… Because of those dreams, my awe of the gods has deepened during this period. Could this be a reward for His blessing to me?
3rd floor: emmmm…
Floor 4: There shouldn’t be any problem, right?
Floor 5: Yes, the person showing affection with the God is me, you read it right.
6th Floor: Have a sweet dream upstairs, I’ll turn off the lights for you.
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