After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

No.40 seven days for divorce.

Ingmar saw several people coming and shook hands with every student warmly.

Then he bypassed An Rao and shook hands with Chu Guannan who was behind him.

"I've seen your movies and admired you very much."

"Thank you."

An Rao understood.

It's not racism, it's personal discrimination.

The examination of elective courses is divided into two parts, written examination and practical operation.

The examinees changed into their work clothes and got the written test questions from Ingmar.

[Draw a complete car structure diagram. 】

Several candidates looked at each other.

If you disassemble the car parts and ask them what parts they are, they can answer fluently.

But painting is...

A few candidates hesitated, rubbing the line repeatedly to draw a rough outline of the car, and then the tip of the pen stopped on the paper, not knowing how to write.

An Rao picked up the ruler and drew the first line smoothly.

He drew this kind of anatomical diagram of the car structure three or four times. Although he couldn't accurately name each part, there was no pressure on where it was and what its function was.

As the time passed, Ingmar raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's almost done. Students who have finished drawing can hand in the drawings."

An Rao put down his pen, walked up to the podium under the astonished eyes of the students, and patted the drawing in front of Ingmar.

Ingmar scratched the end of his eyebrows and picked up the blueprint.

After looking at it for a long time, he slowly put down the drawing, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Student, although your drawing is very good, it seems that few of the marked part names are correct."

An Rao smiled and said nothing.

The students behind also handed in the drawings one by one, and Ingmar would check them first, with a satisfied smile on his face.

After the written test, the candidates came to the cave.

The hoods of several luxury cars were opened.

"The next practical test is required to complete the disassembly and assembly of the parts of the front car within the specified time."

This kind of test item is easy for the students in Adland. They don't know how many times they have disassembled and assembled this car, and they are so accurate that they can even turn a few screws.

As the whistle sounded, the students raised the wrench familiarly and operated it fiercely against the front of the car.

An Rao slowly disassembled the parts. When the other students finished dismantling the parts and began to reassemble them, An Rao had just finished dismantling the first part.

There was an unintelligible chuckle from behind.

An Rao turned his head and saw Ingmar looking at him and laughing.

What an eyesore.

The barrage was more anxious than An Rao, and kept urging:

[Hurry up!It's so boring! 】

[If you can't, just admit defeat, it's embarrassing, it's like you haven't learned at all. 】

[You are so strict, you have gone to a few classes, and you are required to reach the same level as the students in Adran, you can do it if you want. 】

[What age is it still you can talk about it, as expected, the noodles are cooked with steam, and the skill is not too small. 】

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground came from far and near.

Candidates were all attracted by this strange sound, and they followed the trend.

A black car is rushing towards here at a rocket-like speed!

"Get out of the way!" Ingmar yelled.

The students screamed and scattered in all directions.

The black car rushed over and crashed into one of the cars. With a loud noise, the bumper flew far away and hit the crowd, making a loud crashing sound.

The entire vehicle body turned over, billowing blue smoke.

"Oh my God..." The students jumped up and ran away, looking at the black car in shock.

Ingmar immediately rushed to the students: "Hurry up and evacuate! Be careful of the explosion!"

Hearing this sentence, the students ran away.

"Call the emergency first!" A more rational student reminded.

An Rao looked at it for a while, then suddenly raised his leg and walked towards the vehicle.

"Hey! I told you to leave quickly, don't you understand!" Seeing that such a retrograde appeared among the students who were evacuated in sequence, Inglemardon felt his temples twitch suddenly, and his anger rushed straight to the top of his head.

"It will be too late when the ambulance arrives." An Rao didn't know how fast the British emergency center dispatched the car, but time waits for no one, and in this situation, every minute and every second is a race against death.

He ran to the car and just squatted down when he felt pulled.

Turning around, he met Shang Chu Guannan's worried eyes.

An Rao broke free from his hand, and fanned his hands to disperse the blue smoke.

"Don't worry, it won't explode." He whispered, "It's just that the impact caused the piston to seal poorly, the valves were worn, and the engine oil entered the gap to produce blue smoke."

Chu Guannan paused, then squatted down, and pulled the door handle.

The driver's body was stuck in the cab, and blood spurted out from his thighs.

"Help me...help me...I'm stuck and can't move." The driver tremblingly stretched out his bloody hand to An Rao.

"Don't be nervous, relax." An Rao pressed his hand and comforted him softly.

The driver trembled and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"I've already made an emergency call, wait a minute, I'll be safe soon." Ingmar trotted over to comfort him.

"Call the fire first, the driver is stuck and we can't get him out." An Rao said calmly.

Only then did Ingmar come to his senses, and quickly took out his cell phone to make a call.

An Rao stood up and walked around the car, walked to the side of the co-pilot and opened the door.

"Find me two flat branches, and bandages."

Chu Guannan walked to the tree, looked it over, picked two suitable branches and broke them off.

An Rao took the branch: "Where are the bandages?"

Chu Guannan: "Some students went to inform the school hospital, but there are no bandages now."

An Rao was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pulled the overalls away.

He took off his uniform jacket, grabbed the hem of the shirt with his fingers, and tore it hard.

Half of the waist was exposed again.

Chu Guannan looked away, raised his hand to block the door frame, An Rao rubbed his palm and slipped in.

The driver's right arm and leg were fractured, accompanied by extensive contusions, and the right leg was stuck in the cab and could not be removed. He had to wait for the firefighters to come to deal with it. The right arm was exposed, and the blood sprayed like fireworks.

The artery is injured, and if the bleeding is not stopped in time, it is likely to die due to excessive blood loss.

He tied the cloth strips to the nearby bleeding point, and fixed the fracture with branches to prevent secondary dislocation.

Gradually, the momentum of spurting blood became smaller.

"Thank you, thank you..." The driver was relieved, and thanked him with tears streaming down his face.

Finally, firefighters and first aid rushed to the news, removed the parts of the front car, lifted the injured driver out and rushed him to the hospital.

At this time, as the bell rang, the exam was over.

An Rao sighed silently as he watched the practical exam that he had completed less than [-]%.

Ingmar suddenly came over and patted An Rao on the shoulder.

He didn't say a word, but still smiled inexplicably.

In the coffee shop——

"How was the exam?" Upon seeing An Rao, Shen Weizhou and the others immediately went up to ask about the situation.

An Rao poked the latte art coffee in his hand and shook his head.

"I think it's quite simple. My family hired a private teacher for me, and I learned it a long time ago." Lin Jingxi who was on the side took a sip of coffee and said casually, "An Rao, you probably failed the exam again."

"Yeah, you guessed it right."

Lin Jingxi smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, art students, everyone can understand that one person can't represent the education level of the whole country."

It's such a white lotus-like tone again, it's really annoying to listen to.

Shen Weizhou smiled awkwardly, and patted An Rao's shoulder: "Forget it, forget it, it's all over."

Chu Guannan stopped drinking coffee abruptly.

He raised his head and looked at the hand on An Rao's shoulder.

He reached out and brushed the hand away.

"It's time, let's gather in the auditorium and wait for the results to be announced." Qi Yan glanced at his watch, "I'd like to exchange three years of not being able to get gold skins in exchange for one extraordinary performance."

Several people stood up, and the originally warm atmosphere instantly turned into a layer of frost.

This feeling is more nervous than the results of the college entrance examination, and my little heart is about to jump out.

When a few people came to the auditorium, they saw a bunch of cameramen outside.

As soon as you enter the door, the inside is also full of cameras. There is a row of teachers sitting in the front row, and the principal and Ingmar sit in the middle.

The teachers got together in twos and threes, covering their mouths with their hands and whispering something, with confident smiles overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

The director sat in the corner, looked at the silent faces of the guests in the camera, and his heart was immediately lifted into the air.

"Do you think they... can win?" He asked the producer beside him anxiously.

The producer touched his mustache, his facial features wrinkled together: "It's hard to say, after all, the level is there."

"If you really lose, drag the screenwriter out and flog the corpse, so that you can design such a show without dying, and embarrass yourself in front of people all over the world."

"Agreed, the other party is a top student in the top elite education, can it be of the same level."

While speaking, Adlan's students entered the auditorium in twos and threes, found a seat and sat down.

Their elegant and dignified demeanor has a maturity that does not match their age. When they sit there, people will believe that it is a congressional meeting.

The guests are not interested in caring about these so-called elites. At this time, they only have the word "achievement" in their minds.

Seeing the students coming together, the principal stood up and waved his hand towards the auditorium behind.

There was a moment of silence.

He strode up to the podium, adjusted the microphone, and read a long and boring opening remark.

"As for our country's educational system, I would like to ask student representatives to talk about their views."

The principal smiled and stretched out his hand, making a "please" gesture.

A tall, blond boy walked up to the podium with arrogance.

He smiled confidently, without even a speech script, and said, "I am Charles from Adland School. First of all, I am very grateful to the major TV stations for their attention to our school. I am very honored."

The director couldn't help sighing: "This kid is amazing."

"For a long time, public schools and private schools have divided the British education system into two, and during this time, I have seen another education model, which is the education system from the East. In my understanding, this It is a way to deal with exam-oriented education by learning by death.”

Charles talked eloquently, and the tone of his speech was no different from that of a national leader.

"Our private schools in the UK have a world-renowned education model. There are the most perfect education system and teachers here. Every student's specialty can be fully developed here. Even if you have no hobbies when you enter school, you can also learn in the interest classes where a hundred flowers bloom. find your passion.”

"But as far as I know, that's not the case with Eastern education, and that's a huge shock to me."

On the large projection screen behind Charles, the director inserted some video clips.

Chinese students were wearing lifeless sports uniforms, repeating knowledge points loudly and mechanically behind desks piled up with textbooks.

It was a dark night outside the window. On the blackboard at the back of the classroom, there was a line "XX days before the college entrance examination".

"If you don't tell me, I even think this is a pre-war preparation for a certain war." Charles joked.

There was a burst of laughter from below, and Adrian's teachers even applauded the joke.

"As far as I am concerned, this is a very backward way of education. The UK used it 100 years ago. Over time, it has long been eliminated in the long river of history. Facts have proved that the education in the UK is the best in the world. It It has created countless great men who are famous all over the world, and also made the students adapt to the upper class early."

"I think this test from Adran and Eastern students is the best proof. I am confident that we will definitely win this battle."

Charles bowed, and there was immediate applause from the audience.

Barrage can't be tolerated:

[What the hell is he so proud of? Do you really think of yourself as someone? 】

[Taking aside national conditions and talking about education, everything is empty talk. 】

[I think what he said is right, we only have interest clubs when we are in college, it is really backward. 】

"Then, the exciting moment has come. Mr. Ingmar, the founder of our famous car brand, will announce the test results!"

The applause from the audience was so loud that it almost knocked the roof off.

The students are proud and honored, and their educational system will once again be admired all over the world.

An Rao and the others looked at each other, and their hearts were raised in mid-air again.

Ingmar walked onto the stage amid applause, and waved the envelope in his hand to the students below.

"This is the report card of the four exams. Let's take a look at the results of the little guys' hard work for many days."

He smiled and opened the envelope.

The guests straightened up immediately, and stretched their necks unconsciously to look at the envelope.

"Boom! Boom!" The heartbeat even overwhelmed the thunderous applause.

"The first thing I want to announce is the average score of each subject of the students of Adland School, with a full score system."

"The average score of mathematics is 83.5, the average score of British Classical History is 91.2, the average score of Latin is 82.3, the average score of elective courses is 98.7, and the average score of overall score is 88.92."

"Wooooo!" The audience cheered.

The elective courses with close to full marks are enough to prove that it is the most correct decision to put the development of students' hobbies first!

Ingmar waved his hand and signaled the students to be quiet: "The next thing is the average score of the eight students from China."

The guests stared intently at the report card.

"It's math first."

In an instant, all the voices seemed to disappear, only Ingmar's opening and closing of his mouth touched the sensitive nerves of every guest.

"Average score, 97.5 points."

"Papa papa!" Qi Yan applauded enthusiastically!

In the huge auditorium, there was only his lonely applause.

Everyone looked at him.

He smiled awkwardly, and slowly lowered his hand.

Ingmar shrugged, and continued: "British classical history... 76.2 points, oh... there are a lot of low scores in it."

The barrage climax:

[Holy shit is An Rao!Look at him like that, Nima's other guests can't make up for it even if they get full marks in the exam. 】

[What the hell am I mad at! 】

[Damn it! !Depend on! !What kind of show does this idiot go to, fuck you! 】

An Rao raised his eyes, and met Ingmar's gaze.

His fingers trembled, then tightened.

"Then the Latin average... 97.3!"

There was an uproar downstairs.

"Of course, because there is a perfect score in it."

[Fuck?Full marks?Awesome! 】

[Who is so strong. 】

[Jingxi, he is very good at foreign languages, and he has hired private teachers to learn Latin and Romansh. 】

[Can Jingxi fans stop putting gold on their face?People said it was Lin Jingxi? 】

[It's not Jingxi, is it An Dangdang?Can he get full marks just because of his posture in the exam? 】

Ingmar took a deep breath and seemed a little nervous: "Next is the last elective course. In all fairness, I definitely hope that Chinese students will win."

He looked at the score and frowned suddenly: "The last elective course, the average score... 99.83 points... the overall average score, 92.32 points!"

The guests stood up all of a sudden, clapping their hands.

Won!Although the score is not much different, but won!

An Rao turned around and hugged Chu Guannan forcefully, his eyes were moist and red: "Husband, we won!"

Chu Guannan hugged him tightly and smiled lightly: "Well, I won."

The students in Adland looked at each other in blank dismay. Charles, who was known as the world's number one in British education just now, was a little bit petrified and stiffened in his seat like a statue.

Several teachers frowned and whispered together.

The headmaster smiled peacefully and clapped along.

"Mr. Ingmar, why are their electives so high?" A teacher raised his hand in puzzlement.

Ingmar shrugged: "Because there is a full score in it."

[It must be Jingxi. When he finished the violin exam, the teacher almost cried, saying that he is too good and has reached a professional level. 】

【Jingxi fans started again...】

[Why isn't it our Xiaoci? During her swimming test, the teacher praised her as beautiful as a mermaid. 】

【Hee hee hee, I don't know who it is, it's definitely not An SJ, it's just someone who has only [-]% completion of the actual operation. 】

Ingmar pursed her lips and smiled: "And this full score was given by me."

"Who?"

"An Rao."

-

[Crazy, this person has a cerebral thrombosis? 】

[Wow, it turned out to be a cub!But why...]

An Rao pointed to his nose in disbelief.

so why?

Ingmar looked at him, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "In the drawing part of the pen test, although the mark name is not accurate, but he marked the name based on his own understanding, and it is easier to remember. I think that in memorizing some When picking a part, the most important thing to remember is not its name, but its location and function."

The teachers below thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"About the practical part... It is true that he was not proficient in disassembling parts and was overtaken by all his classmates. But at that time, a teacher broke down and hit him. When I was busy evacuating the students, only An Rao calmly analyzed Find out the cause of the smoke, and provide timely treatment for the injured to stop the bleeding."

An Rao blinked, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Again, the most important thing in car maintenance is not how skillful you are in disassembling parts, but that you have a clear and quick judgment on the faults of the car itself, and when a car accident occurs, you can treat the wounded in time. , the test is insignificant compared to it, so I gave him full marks."

Ingmar applauded enthusiastically.

"Xiao An, you are awesome." Shen Weizhou said happily.

"Give me YYDS." Du Yueling clapped her hands.

[Ah, ah, forgive me! 】

[I really cried out, human life is more important than heaven! 】

【Baby Rao Rao sees the essence through the phenomenon hhhh】

[The one who said just now is definitely not forgiving, are you still there? 】

Ingmar waved his hand, signaling the students to quiet down again.

"In addition, according to the report card, the only student with a perfect score in Latin is An Rao."

An Rao was taken aback, and slowly raised his head.

real or fake?How do you get full marks?

"Woooo!" The elites opened their mouths in disbelief.

"Oh my god, we were overtaken by foreigners, and we got full marks!"

"Why are you so happy? Our educational system is under threat, but I'm also inexplicably happy. What's going on?"

"It should be the only perfect score in the history of Adran. How did you do it?"

The barrage army attacked frantically, covering the screen tightly.

[Baby Rao is promising, he deserves the best!He works really hard! 】

[Forgive NP!All rise! 】

"Also." Ingmar waved his hand, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

"I looked at the results of a single subject, and the highest score in each subject turned out to be the same person."

Now, there is no need for everyone to guess. According to the situation of full marks in both subjects, combined with Ingmar's sentence, the highest score is the same person...

The audience in front of the screen stood up in unison: "Everyone stand up!"

Yin Qingyuan hid in the tea room with her mobile phone in front of her.

She clenched her hands tightly together, smiled and laughed, tears rolled down, then her body slowly collapsed, and she cried loudly at the table.

Really, really, there is no wrong person.

Yin Xueya suddenly jumped up in front of the screen, rushed to the bed and picked up her German curly-haired elf, hugged her in her arms and rubbed vigorously, her long legs moved in a circle:

"Baby! We'll spare you!"

German Curly: Meow Meow Meow?

The barrage in the BBC live broadcast room also boiled:

【sharp!Respectable opponent! 】

[Although they lost, it was so exciting. This sense of national honor drove them to win the game, please come on! 】

[Formidable opponents, I hope that British education can also face up to its own shortcomings. 】

[It's no shame to lose to such a strong opponent, come on! 】

[I heard that they are still entertainers. Are all the entertainers in China so powerful, so aren't the other students...]

[Although I hope my family wins, I'm so happy! 】

The director was dazed for a long time, and suddenly his facial features wrinkled, and he pinched his face hard.

Hiss—it hurts!

He threw himself into the arms of the producer next to him: "We won! We won! We have lived up to the expectations of the people of the country, Lao Li, we won!"

The producer patted the director on the back: "Okay, okay, so many people are watching."

Ingmar smiled and clapped his hands: "Student An Rao, what do you want to say to everyone here?"

When An Rao heard his name being called, he immediately stood up, straightened his tie, and walked onto the stage under the eyes of everyone.

He took the microphone from Ingmar, looked at the faces with different expressions, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I admit that British education is the top and most excellent education mechanism recognized by the whole world. Our country's education model does have many shortcomings. It ignores the characteristics of children's own existence and is puppet structured. But I want to say."

He took a deep breath.

"The children in our country are all screened out in this painful and intense exam. There is no shortcut. Hard work is the only way. Those children of ordinary background do not have the conditions to receive good educational resources, so they can only rely on themselves. toughness, to fight a bloody path."

"Our country has a large population and cannot imitate the Western education system, but we are still working hard for it. Our teachers often say that the foundation is the foundation of life, and it turns out that this is true, and rote memorization is not behind, only by remembering the foundation Knowledge points can continue to broaden the field and learn from one another.”

"According to our current national conditions, this exam-oriented education model is the fairest and the only best way to change the fate of poor children."

An Rao made a mockery of himself at the end: "Of course, the premise is that you have a stable mind and don't fall asleep during the exam."

The audience roared with laughter and applauded warmly.

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow 】

[Our country is the best! 】

[Thinking of Li Mingming and Wu Xiaojun, really, if it weren't for exam-oriented education, they might just stay in the mountains for the rest of their lives. 】

[Yes... If the British elite education model is adopted, how many children in our country will not even have the conditions to study. 】

[Nine-year compulsory education universal policy is the truth! 】

Ingmar's palms were flushed red.

He walked over to An Rao and hugged him, patted him on the back: "You are excellent, come on"

"Thank you."

"Hmm... Do you have time to visit my company? You can pick whatever car you like."

An Rao smiled: "Thank you, but there is a saying in our country that no merit is rewarded."

Ingmar was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth climbed up in relief: "If it is possible, I hope you can meet my son and have a meal together to understand?"

An Rao:?

Even if there is no such possibility.

An Rao packed his things in the dormitory.

Chu Guannan sat down beside him: "Want to help?"

"No, there's nothing." An Rao closed the suitcase and patted it. "You see, it's all packed."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Chu Guannan's hand wrapped in gauze.

"Does your hand still hurt? I didn't have time to change the gauze for you today." An Rao hurried to the table and took out the gauze.

Cut off the old gauze, the surface of the wound has scabbed, but the inside is still red with blood.

Chu Guannan's fingers shrank suddenly.

An Rao looked up and saw that his face was pale.

"I'm sorry, I'll be gentle, it won't hurt if I blow it to you." An Rao blew lightly.

Chu Guannan's fingers shrank again.

"It may leave a scar..."

Chu Guannan raised his hand and gently touched his cheek: "It's okay."

"What about taking a shower tonight?"

Chu Guannan stared at him and blinked suddenly.

……

The bathtub specially prepared for students was not big, and Chu Guannan's long legs, which had no place to rest, were curled up, and his knees were exposed outside.

He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, putting his hands on the edge to avoid getting wet.

An Rao moved a small bench to sit next to him, squeezed out a little shampoo and rubbed it into foam in the palm of his hand.

"Guest, please close your eyes and enjoy a professional head massage."

Chu Guannan slowly closed his eyes.

Apply the lather to the hair and gently massage the scalp with fingers.

Looking at it from this angle, the tip of the tall nose is half covered by the eyelashes.

The palm is soft and hairy, slippery.

"Guest, do you still like this strength?"

"Ah."

"Then, guest, do you need a little special service..."

Chu Guannan opened his eyes, leaned his head back, and looked at An Rao.

He smiled like a winter jasmine, with foam on his cheeks.

"What special service."

"It's just..." An Rao's hand stroked down the hair bit by bit.

A tingling itching across the shoulders and neck.

"Rub your shoulders for you."

Chu Guannan shook his head helplessly.

Turning his gaze slightly, he saw the white forearm.

He looked at it for a long time, then slowly poked his head over.

His lips lightly fell on the forearm, and he let out a "chirp".

An Rao felt his arm go numb all of a sudden, and quickly retracted it.

"This is an additional charge for guests."

Chu Guannan raised his head, looked at the bathtub full of foam, and said in a low voice, "You have changed."

An Rao stopped suddenly.

He shouldn't have found out...

"grown up."

An Rao: Growing up...

It sounds like an old father's sigh of relief for his son's growth.

From this point of view, the original owner's personality was indeed very bad, and Chu Guannan really hated him at first.

Then why did Chu Guannan agree to the original owner to marry him, or agree to marry.

Marriage by agreement is often a way for both parties to benefit from the other party, but he just didn't see what Chu Guannan really wanted to be the original owner of the map.

Figure that he can scold people?Can it be pulled out as an output machine when necessary?

"Let's go to Lake Windermere tomorrow." Chu Guannan suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

"Really?!" An Rao suddenly recovered.

"Well, the filming is almost over. Didn't you keep clamoring to go, you can't, I will leave you regrets."

"Husband, you are so nice!"

Unable to restrain himself, An Rao hugged Chu Guannan all at once, and quickly pressed his lips close to his cheek.

It stopped suddenly when it was a few centimeters away.

What are you doing, I almost kissed...

Don't think that Chu Guannan should divorce, but make it a habit first.

Chu Guannan turned his head and saw the lips standing in front of him, flushed with excitement.

He stretched his neck and pecked lightly on that lip.

An Rao:! !

He covered his mouth and took a few steps back, hitting his head against the wall.

"Does it hurt?" Hearing the loud noise, Chu Guannan asked calmly.

"pain……"

Chu Guannan chuckled, stood up while leaning on the bathtub: "Go and rest, I'll do it myself."

An Rao nodded blankly.

Wait, he stood up?

Wait, what is that?

An Rao's eyes widened and his eyelashes trembled.

OK, so big...

Is this size real?

The stomach must be pierced...

The heartbeat suddenly lost its rhythm, pounding wildly in the chest cavity.

He ran out quickly.

He slammed the bathroom door shut.

An Rao pressed his chest hard.

Don't jump, it's not that thing, I have it too, what's so surprising.

But, it's really big...

Spent our last night in Adran.

Early in the morning, the housekeeper's wife knocked on the door kindly: "The children are up, and a beautiful day is about to begin."

An Rao got up and washed, changed into his own clothes, smoothed Adran's uniform and hung it in the cabinet.

Dorms became empty.

An Rao let out a sigh of relief: "Goodbye."

Pick up the suitcase, open the door——

One, two, countless familiar little faces appeared at the door.

Isidor stood in the middle, with reddish eye circles.

"Are you leaving?" He asked softly, his voice trembling.

"Yes."

"Then, is there still a chance to see you again?"

"The traffic is very developed, and we will meet again one day."

"Then... have a good trip."

"Bon voyage." Other students approached and handed over the small gifts in their hands, "Think of us."

An Rao took the small gift and hugged it full.

"Thanks, bye."

The dormitory wife led a group of students out of the dormitory, surrounded by An Rao and Chu Guannan.

The wife patted An Rao's shoulder tenderly on the face: "Goodbye, my good boy, I hope you will be a bright star in the future."

An Rao's nose soured, and he hugged the dormitory wife back.

The eyes of the wife gradually turned red, and she was reluctant to part with her eyes. She gently stroked An Rao's back: "The door of Adran is always open to you. Remember, you were once a member of this place."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and hugged Chu Guannan.

The children were very enthusiastic and followed An Rao and the others to the school gate.

The program team's car was waiting there early.

The principal was shaking hands with the director to say goodbye. Seeing An Rao and the others coming, he reluctantly shook hands with everyone.

"Don't send it away, go back."

The guests boarded the car one by one.

As soon as An Rao sat down, he heard the car window slamming.

He turned his head and saw Isidor standing outside knocking on the car window.

An Rao hurriedly pressed the car window.

Isidor took out a small box from his uniform pocket and handed it over, his pupils trembling with water: "Ann, don't forget me, we will meet again one day, and then I won't be as childish as I am now."

An Rao took the box, held it in his palm and stroked it gently.

"Well, I hope you grow up soon."

The windows were closed and the car started slowly.

An Rao opened the box, and inside was a brooch.

The golden lion has a crown on its head, pearls on its feet, and a line of small characters on the base:

[The Hillman Dynasty presented it to Prince Isidor. 】

Ah, it's the kid's identification pin.

It's so precious, is it really good to give it to yourself?

Suddenly, a big hand reached out and pressed the lid of the box.

An Rao turned his head and met Chu Guannan's cold gaze.

He took the box and put it in his pocket: "I'll keep it for you."

"Why, it's for me!" An Rao rushed to grab it.

Chu Guannan raised his hand to stop him, took him into his arms, and said righteously, "I'll buy you a better one."

"It's not the same. This is a commemorative gift from someone. How many times can I come to England?"

Looking at An Rao's aggrieved face, Chu Guannan lowered his eyelids.

After a while, he took out the small box from his pocket and returned it.

Well, it's good to like that Britain is not a prince.

An Rao snatched back the box angrily, and hid it in his backpack as if stealing the bell.

The director turned around and said with a smile: "Our filming is coming to an end, thank you very much for your support and cooperation during this time, on the last day, everyone can go shopping in Manchester and go wherever you want."

"Bloodmoon, who else wants to experience a world-class escape room together." Qi Yan asked with his hand raised.

Du Yueling pondered for a moment, then turned her head and asked Shen Weizhou, "Do you want to go?"

Shen Weizhou: "I don't want to."

"OK, Qi Yan, I'm going to the secret room."

Shen Weizhou: Gu Muci also raised his hand: "I also want to experience it."

Du Yueling: "Qi Yan, I suddenly want to go to the mall to buy clothes."

Gu Muci was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qi Yan for help.

Qi Yan looked awkwardly at Du Yueling, then at Gu Muci, and shrugged helplessly.

Shen Weizhou grabbed the car seat and leaned next to An Rao: "Where do you want to go, I will accompany you."

Before An Rao could speak, Chu Guannan said coldly, "No, I'll accompany you."

Seeing Shen Weizhou's deflated appearance, Du Yueling shook her head in dismay: "You idiot, the show is over and there is no progress."

"I want you to manage."

The program team turned the camera on Shen Yi and Lin Jingxi in the last row.

The two sat on both ends of the bench, looking out the window, neither of them spoke.

The director looked at the producer suspiciously: "What's wrong with them."

The producer shook his head: "Something went wrong when we recorded the secret room, I don't know what happened."

The director cleared his throat and asked, "Where do we Jingxi and Shen Yi want to go?"

Lin Jingxi turned his head and said in a low voice, "Anything is fine."

"What about Shen Yi?"

Shen Yi straightened up, and suddenly looked at An Rao in the front seat: "Xiao An, where are you going?"

An Rao is convinced, these one or two don't care where he goes and what he does, don't he have any ideas of his own?

Hearing this question, Lin Jingxi turned his head abruptly.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!