When the school bell rang, the students were reluctant to leave and seized the opportunity to ask Xiang Mianmian for advice.
The enthusiasm for learning makes people feel that the young people are formidable.
The leader was also surprised. If it weren't for the seriousness on the students' faces and the scratching of their heads while discussing the issues, he would have thought that they were looking for wives.
Since the leader had been waiting here for a whole day, the principal had already gone to do other things halfway through.
It was the leader's suggestion. He didn't want to delay other people's normal work. After weighing the pros and cons, the dean decided to follow the leader's arrangements.
You can't refute him in person, that would be too disrespectful.
However, the head teacher would come over every once in a while to see what was going on, and would only go back to work when he saw that everything was fine.
You can't just leave your leader here and do nothing. Who will take responsibility if something goes wrong?
When school was over, the dean came over to ask for the leader's opinion and confirmed that Xiang Mianmian had something to do before he went home, looking back every few steps.
Xiang Mianmian watched as her classmates asked their questions one by one, and finally they all left one after another, and she began to pack up and prepare to go home.
She patiently wiped her tools clean and placed them in their corresponding places in the tool box.
Maybe I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, I feel better when it fits in perfectly.
When I looked over, I saw that the leader was still there.
She was a little surprised: "Is there something wrong, Boss? You can tell me now that school is over."
Xiang Mianmian was used to it. Many people, seeing her good repair skills, would wait until after school and then shyly pull her aside, asking if she could go to their house to help with the repairs.
The leader who wanted to speak saw that there were several boys nearby, so he touched his nose and didn't say anything.
The information he wants to tell is highly confidential and cannot be easily disclosed, at least not in the presence of outsiders.
Xiang Mianmian followed his gaze and understood what he was saying, but she did not expose it.
After all the classmates had left and she looked around to see no one was around, she spoke up: "You can talk now. I'm in a hurry to get home."
She had originally planned to use her connections today to teach Xiang Yaoyao a lesson, but Teacher Guo suddenly did this and she never found the opportunity.
Her leader also showed up at an unfortunate time, leaving her with no time to skip classes.
This is what is called plans cannot keep up with changes.
After carefully looking around, not even leaving out the teaching building, the leader felt relieved. However, he was still worried about the safety, so he covered his lips with his hand, leaned towards Xiang Mianmian and whispered softly:
"There's a broken machine in the government. It's a foreign gadget. Would you mind taking a look?"
Xiang Mianmian was stunned when she heard this: "Where is it?"
The leader breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes softened as he looked at her: "City B, if you go, I'll make all the arrangements for you."
The full-scale arrangements he mentioned are truly all-encompassing. There is nothing that cannot be arranged, except what you can't think of.
As long as the task is completed, the leader can even add a highlight to his resume. Isn't the reason he searches everywhere just to complete the task?
Looking at his expectant eyes, Xiang Mianmian hesitated.
It sounds like this task is not an easy one. There are so many talented people in the government, and even if we gather the elites from all over the country, it still cannot be done. Just think about it and you will understand how difficult it is.
Moreover, it’s unknown how long the round trip to City B will take. Could it be that Xiang Yaoyao, whom she wanted to trip up, has already given birth?
While I was hesitating, the setting sun had already set, leaving only a little afterglow. The west wind suddenly arose, rustling the leaves.
The light shone on the top of the school, and the solar panels reflected a shining light.
The bright light stung his eyes, and Xiang Mianmian pulled his clothes closer to keep out the cold wind.
She lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and smiled: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, boss. I'm not very skilled, so I might just go there to learn. Don't get your hopes up too much."
The leader was overjoyed. He ignored Xiang Mianmian's modest words and said confidently, "It's not a bother, no bother. I'll pick you up here at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. It's cold over there, so remember to bring some extra cotton-padded jackets to keep warm."
After giving the instructions, the man strode away.
The leader's back was full of excitement, and it was obvious that this matter was really urgent.
Xiang Mianmian shook her head and put the toolbox in the teacher's office so that she wouldn't have to bring it over tomorrow morning.
She thought about it and went to the teachers' dormitory.
Behind the school are the teachers' dormitories, which are a welfare benefit for teachers with families. Single teachers rent their own houses and the school provides subsidies.
The guard was already familiar with Xiang Mianmian, so he smiled at her and let her in.
Xiang Mianmian, who entered the house by facial recognition, did not delay and went directly to Master Guo's house. Although he was on a business trip, his wife, Master Wu, was there.
Mrs. Wu was also a teacher at a technical secondary school. She taught history and literature. She was a well-mannered beauty from the south of the Yangtze River and often published articles in newspapers or literary societies.
Standing next to the burly Master Guo, he always looks like Lu Zhishen and Lin Daiyu, which is a mismatch.
Of course, no one dared to say this in front of Master Guo, mainly because they were afraid of his fists, which were as big as sandbags and would hurt people if he hit them.
Xiang Mianmian greeted his master's wife respectfully.
Mrs. Wu twirled the hair by her ear and whispered, "Mianmian, have you eaten yet? Come join us for a meal. Are you looking for Lao Guo? He's on a business trip."
Her voice was gentle, but her hands were full of strength. She pushed Xiang Mianmian to sit down at the dining table, ignoring her rejection.
Xiang Mianmian had no choice but to sit down and have a meal with Sister Wu.
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