Now can make a phone call, and there is a person to contact, that is really better than they call one by one, call the police and go out to look for people.

“……” Listening to the loud voice on the other end of the phone, Wan Meng blinked and became a gentle aunt, as if she was asking her son if she had a good meal. The president's face change speed is also very fast. She is really the dean of Jinghua Art Institute.

"Well, it's all there."

"Good, good!" The headmaster said three good things in a row. Now he knows that the four people are safe and sound. The people who worry about them are finally relieved.

As principals, the four have not attended classes. This is also a matter of education. Perhaps there is some reason, but it is also necessary to ask, "since they are all here, why didn't they come to class today?"

Sao Nian and the scholar are also fighting this point. They are ready to go out. When they hear Lin Dong's telephone inquiry, it is also a meal.

Xiao Shen faintly spits out three words: "getting up late -"

"..."

“……”

Rao is Lin Dong beside the three "pigs" also know that this call is unusual, at least people asked why you did not come to class, to find an excuse!

If you listen to the voice, you can know that it's not a student. It doesn't matter if the students say it directly. If you listen to the voice and the tone, you can see that it's either a teacher or a parent, and you can say "it's late"!

God! How can you find a better excuse, even if you say that so and so is sick and needs to take care of yunyun, it is also good. How can you say so? Still say so straightforward! Three piglets sweat together.

“……” The person on the other side of the microphone seemed to have never thought about this, but then he said, "it's OK. It's OK. It's excusable. Even if you ask for leave today, remember to go to class tomorrow."

"Good..."

“……” Until three or two sentences after hanging up the phone, three pigs lenglengleng looking at Lin Dong, incomparably worship.

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Getting up late?

So frankly, the headmaster said that it was still their leave?

Even if today was an accident, when did this happen?

Don't give you a truancy, do not let you write a review are all kind of grace!

Leave?

God! Is this still the headmaster?

On the other end of the phone, the headmaster who just hung up the phone breathed out a breath. The boys were fine. They were safe. These fans inside and outside the school must let him go.

"By the way, Secretary Wang, what reason did he just say?"

"By the way, Secretary Wang, what reason did he just say?"

The headmaster asked the young woman next to him, who was just too concerned about whether they had an accident, so he just asked symbolically. Presumably, it was also a matter of hindrance. Otherwise, how could such fans not attend class, and their image needs to be maintained, so they didn't listen to what he said carefully.

“……” Secretary Wang faltered and said, "he, he spoke late..."

"You, what do you say?" The headmaster seems to have not understood, or did he hear wrong and get up late?

"He said they got up late..." Secretary Wang curled her lips.

"What!" The headmaster couldn't believe it and then asked, "I just How did you get back? "

Secretary Wang hesitated, "you said, you said it's OK, it's excusable, count them Count them off. "