The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

When Su Nanzhi went to ask for leave, Lin Wencheng was very talkative.

But this time he said, "Leave slips can be approved, but you have to tell Teacher Jiang personally about the leave in the competition class."

Because the number of finalists this year was much higher than last year, the school leaders paid special attention to it. Jiang Beiyu, as the teacher of the mathematics competition class, naturally lost a lesson in his course.

According to the experience of previous years, almost all the contestants who can enter the finals have already been recommended, and it is only the difference between the schools.

Su Nanzhi called Jiang Beiyu to ask for leave, but she didn't explain the reason, and Teacher Jiang didn't allow her leave.

Then she turned up.

Su Nanzhi was quick to pick up the extra.

It's hard to explain this foreigner in a few words, and the relationship with Jiang Beiyu is not clear enough.

Su Nanzhi took the mahogany sword she had soaked in Lingquan water for a few days and embarked on the road of skipping class.

The list received by Xuanwang.

The location is a bit far.

It can be said that it is one hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Su Nanzhi went directly to a remote mountain village, which was different from Yunhai Village where she used to live.

Although Yunhai Village is also remote, it has developed quite well. Su Nanzhi lives in a small villa.

Her neighbor, an otaku writer who only knows how to type on the computer keyboard, built a small manor next door. What's more, the house is more like a European castle, and he raises a British short-haired scumbag cat.

When this neighbor first moved here, the Internet in the village was not very good, but this writer had extremely high requirements for Internet speed, and spent his own money to install high-speed Internet in the whole village.

Su Nanzhi also became one of the beneficiaries.

Most of the villagers in Yunhai Village are not poor, and each family has its own business.

The village Su Nanzhi came to today is quite backward.

She can't even understand the local dialect here, and it's hard to find someone who can speak Mandarin, so she can only contact her employer on her mobile phone.

Su Nanzhi called directly: "I'm here, where are you?"

It was the first time the employer at the other end heard her voice, and he was stunned for a moment when he realized it was a woman's voice, "Wait a minute, I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

Su Nanzhi was wearing a black fisherman's hat and a black mask. She was used to wearing all black when she went out, so she stood out at the entrance of the village.

People coming and going saw her and turned their heads frequently. There was a woman holding her child and staring at her at the door of her house. She was called in by the elders at home, and many vigilant eyes fell on her.

Most of the people here have dark skin, even children of a few years old.

For rural people, such a complexion is not surprising.

The places that are really backward cannot get rid of the manual labor in the field at all.

At this moment, Su Nanzhi, as an outsider, filled the village with hostility, but besides the so-called vigilant eyes, there were other eyes secretly looking at her.

Someone seemed to want to come forward to talk to her, but the language communication between the two parties was inconvenient, so Su Nanzhi didn't do anything unnecessary.

She stood at the entrance of the village until a man in a black suit appeared.

The man's attire was also incompatible with this village, but the attitude of the villagers seemed much more respectful.

He approached and asked Su Nanzhi: "Excuse me, is this the hundred-year-old master?"

Su Nanzhi: "Yes."

The man looked genuinely surprised.

Because the person in front of me looks really young, and it is a young woman.