"Then Xiaotong, Dad will come to pick you up at night. Remember to eat bento during lunch break, and don't be picky about food."

At the door of the e-class in the year, Wu Ze gently kissed Xiaotong's forehead and reluctantly let go of his hands.

"Good peace of mind, Teacher Xiaomeng, I will take good care of Xiao Xiaotong. Leave it to me with confidence." Teacher Xiaomeng said, and patted the chest that was not very good, with a proud face.

Listening to Teacher Xiaomeng’s sweet loli voice, Wu Ze nodded gently and stood up.

"Goodbye, Dad."

Looking at Xiaotong's reluctant figure, Wu Ze opened his mouth slightly, but finally didn't speak, watching Xiaotong walk into the class.

After hiding in the back door, I secretly watched for a while. Seeing that Xiaotong was in a low mood but did not cry, Wu Ze felt a little relieved, and his heart gradually felt a sense of loss that my daughter had just grown up.

"Oh~ Xiaotong always has to grow up and needs to adapt."

After comforting himself for a moment, Wu Ze turned around gently and walked out of the school with the urge to turn around.

Sitting in the car, Wu Ze looked at the school beside him, and his heart seemed to be missing something. While he was empty, he felt a sense of relief. He leaned on the back of the chair with complexity and closed his eyes, recalling every bit of what he was with Xiaotong in his mind.

"Cheer up, I just separated for a day, I will pick it up in the evening. Hurry up and cheer me up. You still have a job, how can I not work hard?"

After Wu Ze roared in the car, Wu Ze patted his cheek hard, and the tingling sensation on his face dispelled the sadness in his heart.

Take out your cell phone from your pocket and prepare to upload some new books. From time to time, he sighed at the school beside him.

"Ancient Language Association? What the hell is this tmd?"

Looking at the Weibo that jumped out of his phone, Wu Ze, who was originally a little depressed, became anxious in an instant and looked carefully at the messages on Weibo.

"Ancient language was not so superficial. You can learn it by just a little singer. It's just a nonsense thing. The beauty of Japanese language is not something that a young man in his twenties can understand. Please don't overly pursue and exaggerate it."

Looking at the official Weibo of the Ancient Language Association of Mobile Phones, Wu Ze instantly lost the mood to write and clicked on the homepage of the Ancient Language Association on Weibo.

"As a singer, I will be responsible for every song I have. Japanese language is not as beautiful as experts imagine. It is just a language. Please don't over-praise it."

Wu Ze’s Weibo has just been posted, and a group of netizens who are always following Wu Ze’s updates rushed to the official homepage of the Ancient Language Association.

"People also ask not to over-hype or exaggerate."

"Is Brother Ze going to make trouble again? Can I update it properly? I want to read the comics."

"The captain ordered, attack, pirates gathered."

"Ship No. 1 is gathering and ready."

"Ship No. 2 is ready."

"Ship No. 3 is gathering and ready."

"I'm going to be there, where did you come out? Brother Ze's first fan force has always been our Cangqiong Society. Where are the Cangqiong Society believers?"

"The Skypeans are here, so please follow the instructions of the leader."

Looking at the fans gathering under the Weibo of the Ancient Language Association, Wu Ze gently covered his forehead.

"Is this a civil war? Is this the consequence of my neglect of management?"

Looking at the fans who were about to start a civil war to compete for the first fan group, Wu Zeqing, who was in a bad mood, couldn't help but laugh.

After quitting the Weibo of the Ancient Language Association, Wu Ze looked at the sending interface and kept thinking, and was unable to make any guarantees. Should he make a promise for those who support him?

"Maybe I will never be able to do anything for you, but at least for this moment, let me be the hero you hope for."

After sighing slightly, Wu Ze kept pressing his finger on his phone, and a small poem was sent out by Wu Ze.

"The poems of Li Du and Du are circulated in thousands of words,

It's not new yet.

There are talented people in the country,

Each has been leading the way for hundreds of years.”

Wu Ze's poem had just been posted, and fans who were originally on the official Weibo of the Ancient Language Association who seemed to be fighting in the next moment stopped at the same time.

"What a guy who has been in charge of the trend for hundreds of years, Brother Ze is so sexy."

"Why is the old guy not moving? It's not that we are pursuing and exaggerating, we can only blame you old guys for being too useless."

"Experts from the Ancient Language Association, are you talking and speechless?"

"Everyone should be careful if you are invited to have tea, the Ancient Language Association is an official organization."

"The official is amazing? The official can frame people? They are all taking advantage of the popularity."

As more and more messages were left under the Ancient Language Association, the ancient language experts responsible for running Weibo accounts immediately gathered other members of the association together.

"Now you tell me what to do, because you posted that Weibo without permission. Now our official account has been wiped out by netizens. How do you regain our credibility?"

The president of the association, who was sitting at the first place, spoke coldly, and the middle-aged man sitting in the last seat lowered his head slightly, and only a shallow breathing could be heard in the conference room.

"President, it's just a Weibo post. You've made some big deals like this. Xiao Zhang just started working, so it's normal for something to go wrong. Give me a face, forget it."

The old man who was speaking sat next to the association president. After saying that, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, without taking the president beside him seriously.

"Forget it? What should I do with the netizens on Weibo? Use the reputation of the association to clean up the mess for your Zhang family?" After the association president finished speaking, he looked at the other members. When he saw everyone bowing his head and snorting, he stood up and walked out the door.

"If you can keep the reputation of the association, then forget it. If you can't keep it, I'll give him an explanation to the above."

After the president of the association said that, he opened the door and walked out, closing the door hard.

Seeing the president leave, all the members present looked at the old man drinking tea.

"What are you watching me do? Why don't you go to work quickly? Isn't the archaeological team going to find new discoveries? As a subordinate department, it's always bad not to send people."

The old man put down the teacup and looked at the members around him coldly, and finally stopped moving his eyes.

As they looked at each other, the members in the conference room stood up and left, emptying the entire conference room.

"Zhang Qing, you have let my expectations down. You can't do this little thing well. How can you take my place in the future?"

Looking at Zhang Qing, who had just finished speaking, but had his head down and had not spoken, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his head.

"Uncle Second, I have tried my best to be careful. I have turned on many Weibo posts in the middle. I don't know why I found out about me, and the content is just ordinary opinions, and there is no extreme content."

Looking at Zhang Qing's trembling cowardly look, the old man slapped his hand on the table, stood up and said, "If it weren't for the proper content, I wouldn't have kept you so easily."

After saying that, the old man walked to Zhang Qing and placed his hand on Zhang Qing's shoulder.

"We have done our best in this result, and Zhang Hao can't say anything anymore. This time, someone in the Writers Association fell in love with this boy's poems, so he found out that you are careful in your work in the future. I'm about to retire and I can't protect you for long."

Looking at the old man's figure as he was leaving, Zhang Qing kept nodding, secretly wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and walked out of the conference room.

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