Chapter 696: The Wise Man Wins

Probably not wanting to be recognized, she was wearing a plaid blouse, a pair of jeans, sunglasses and a peaked cap on her head, looking very low-key. It's just that the fourth prince's memory of the third sister is too deep, even if he covers his face tightly, he can tell it immediately by hearing the voice.

Roland glanced at the note stuck on the armrest of the chair, and after confirming that he was sitting in the right place, he asked, "Why can't it be me?"

"Hmph," she obviously saw the name on the note, so she could only make a nasal sound of dissatisfaction.

"Speaking of which, you actually have a child?"

This is unbelievable. Did Garcia not only give birth to a child after she went to Port of Clear Water, but was also swallowed by Zero during the Battle of Eternal Winter?

"Cousin," she said coldly.

Well, it seems that it is also a substitute.

For some reason, Roland felt a little strange in his heart. Garcia's attitude towards him seemed to have changed from when he first met. Although the impatience was still palpable, the initial contempt and disgust were gone.

As people from all walks of life arrived one after another, the parent-teacher meeting finally started. After the teachers on the stage finished talking about the plan for the new semester, it was the turn of the students to speak. When Zero stood up, there was a lot of discussion among the parents, and the children also turned their attention to her—it has to be said that it is cheating to still have the appearance of a witch in the dream world, especially It is the pure natural white hair and crystal-like red pupils that elevate this beauty to a unique level.

Since the family members had to get up to accompany the students when they spoke, Roland had to enjoy the "attention ceremony". Naturally, Jieluo was someone else's child, and he became a useless adult... This point was from the doubts in the eyes of other parents. You can feel it in your smile—others try to dress as formally as possible, and his cartoon short-sleeved and half-pants casual attire is really out of tune with everyone.

After returning to his seat, Roland felt that Garcia seemed to be peeking at him, which made him feel even more depressed - the other party was wearing sunglasses and looked unscrupulous in sneaking. If he stared back and found that the other party was not looking at him at all, then Quite embarrassing.

Not long after, he felt his elbow being pushed by the other party, and a note was handed over.

Roland frowned, and spread out the note. The handwriting on it was like a knife and axe. Even if he didn't know calligraphy, he could feel the power contained in the strokes, but the content made his heart skip a beat.

How the hell did she know!

Roland looked at Garcia involuntarily, but found that the other party was still writing something.

Soon the second note was also in his hand.

Memory shape? Is it so exaggerated, even if those circulating videos are put in front of him, he is not sure that he will recognize himself, right? But having said that, Garcia shouldn't be able to find a person with a similar figure and just ask again. Being able to connect him with the mysterious martial artist has proved that her observation skills are indeed far beyond ordinary people in a sense.

Could this be the reason for her change of attitude?

Roland hesitated for a moment, and just as he raised his hand, a pen was already in his hand.

He was going to deny it flatly and dismiss it as absurd, but when the tip of the pen touched the paper, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

To be honest, his interest in martial arts is only at the level of the melon-eating audience watching the excitement, and he has no idea about appearing in the arena in person. In the dream world, he can be regarded as a half-creator at any rate. It is natural to win, and it is even more embarrassing to lose-and as far as the current situation is concerned, without special training, he is very good at the level shown on TV. Eighty-nine will lose.

Compared with collecting books and exploring memory fragments, researching the power of nature is not a high priority, but he found that this chance encounter may be a good breakthrough—if he can take this opportunity to get online with Garcia, find an excuse It would be best to go to her house for a while.

Thinking about this, Roland wrote the answer crookedly on the back of the note.

After throwing the note over, she took off her sunglasses and gave Roland a hard look from the corner of her eye.

If you agree now, then the interview location is likely to be a nearby coffee shop or restaurant, and you can use excuses to evade it and wait until the evening to make an appointment. It is not convenient for you to refuse—after all, 0825 It's very close to 0827. At this time, I have dinner and supper is too early, so my home is the most suitable place.

Sure enough, after Garcia hesitated for a while, she finally nodded.

The students and parents took the stage to speak one by one, and when it was her cousin's turn to stand up, there was another discussion in the crowd.

But this time the focus has changed from grades and appearance to status background.

"Is he the young master of Sanye Group?"

"It seems that it is not his parents who came."

"They are all famous entrepreneurs, how could they be free to attend the parent meeting."

"This lady is also from the Sanye family?"

"It should be. You can tell by her dress that she doesn't want to be noticed."

"It would be great if we could get on with it."

"Forget it, what is his identity, can he take care of you?"

What the hell is the Sanye Group? Roland rolled his eyes. It sounds like a great company, but that being the case, how could the relatives of the group boss live in the dilapidated tube building?

And Garcia's expression was also a little strange. Although her eyes were hidden under the sunglasses, her slightly clenched fists and the corners of her mouth sunk had already shown her attitude.

Roland had a faint feeling that there might be many stories in it, but he didn't take it to heart - at night, he would have a chance to test whether his guess was correct.