The National Director is Mr. Perfect

get out of class ends in the afternoon and the day is officially over.

Jun Ci put away his schoolbag and went home.

In this afternoon, she had already coded a hundred thousand words.

Because when I was in class, I was very concentrated, so my writing speed was naturally fast.

Brother Gou straightened his eyes when he saw Junci really dumped another hundred thousand words to post.

Dog's tail grass: Brother, slow down! ! It hasn't been posted yet, it hasn't been released yet! !

Dog's Tail Grass: I will give you a push tomorrow. Follow-up recommendation is to see your first test push.

In fact, Brother Gou has already planned to give Junci a big push.

For such a good book, he is naturally selfish in his heart.

And after seeing the more and more fascinated, the dog brother had to take the case and scream.

This coherent structure and setting, this wonderful story content, is obviously an upgraded novel, but this emperor has written it with an indescribable taste.

There is a kind of publicity and domineering in the wonderful!

From the head to the tail, the limbs and limbs of the people who watched are a kind of unpleasant feeling!

This is a rare style of writing!

It's a rare novel in a million.

It will definitely catch fire!

Brother Gou is simply fortunate that the author chose Luodu Literature Network.

No wonder even the pen name is named Emperor, so domineering, which website must be the great **** of the job.

But after looking at it, there is no information about the signing of Junci ID card, indicating that he is a pure newcomer.

Can a pure newcomer have this power and setting ability, or the most difficult sci-fi world structure?

Brother Gou didn't believe it.

The point is that with such a good quality, the codeword speed is so abnormal.

At this speed, the current bigwigs in the online literature world are far behind, right?

However, after he sent a message to Jun Ci, Jun Ci did not reply. There were many doubts in his heart, so he had to endure it temporarily.

Of course Jun Ci has gone home.

There is a grunt in her mind, how could she not receive the news of the editor.

I just don't want to go back.

As a temperamental crown prince, no one will be seen after school!

And there are guests at home today.

Jun Ci stood outside the door, and his eyebrows were immediately raised wickedly.

Really, I don't know whether to live or die.

Outside the canteen, the grandfather and grandmother were guarding the shop, but their expressions were a bit hesitant.

Seeing Junci came back, he winked and pointed to the room.

The corners of Junci's lips were raised, and he greeted the two old men without knowing what to do: "Good afternoon, grandparents."

"Hey, hey, porcelain is good."

Porcelain...

When Jun Ci heard this name, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

They have liked to call her that since she told her name to the old couple.

It's not wrong, after all, they are two old people, and they are also good to her.

Even asking her to eat at night, she naturally respects these two old people in her heart.

It didn't stop the old man from calling her that.

The old grandma wanted to say something but stopped, wanting to say something to Jun Ci.

And Junci has taken the lead in entering the backyard.

In the backyard, Jun Ci saw it at a glance, a tower-like statue standing at his door full of evil spirits.

Black sunglasses, a beard around his chin.

The bare body looks full of deterrence.

The **** who was beaten into the hospital by her the day before yesterday was arrogant and mean, his arm still in a cast.

She still looked awkwardly, sitting on a stool in her room with her long legs.

"You bastard, dare you come back?"

"You bastard, dare to come?"

The two spoke at the same time, and then there was a dead silence in the field.