After Zhang Lulian left, Lan Ze immediately went to the game room to find Xiao Jiang and told him about arranging a master for him.

Classmate Jiang Hanchen readily accepted it without realizing the huge risks behind it.

After that, he continued to be very evasive, taking Mo Mo upstairs together, and they went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Mo Mo was indeed sleepy. He was curled up in Uncle Jiang's arm, his eyes found his father, looked at him feebly, closed his eyes, and leaned on his uncle's arm.

Lan Ze and Zhang He were just wandering around the house talking.

They hadn't seen each other for a while, so they had saved up a lot of things they wanted to say. But when they actually met, it didn't matter whether they talked or not. So, they could only choose topics that were as meaningful as possible to talk about.

For example, Lan Ze believes that since Zhang He is back home, she doesn't need to wear training clothes. Although she is tall and looks good in anything, she can be more recognizable. She has to wear a skirt anyway?

Zhang He said that she was completely idle. All the work for the end of this semester had been assigned to others. Therefore, she planned to hang out with Lan Ze every day.

"...You are really a boss."

Subdivide your work and leave it to others to complete. If you don't do it well, you can scold them... This is the right of the boss.

The military academy was different from the companies and enterprises in society, with more hierarchy. Lan Ze almost thought that the general Zhang in front of him was not a civilian general, but a general with real power.

"So I'm going on winter vacation early." Zhang He smiled crookedly with provocation in his eyes: What do you think? Do you accept it?

"I still have two tutoring classes." Lanze said helplessly. "There is one left for each class."

"That's just right. You send your personal assistant to play with the flying machine with Sister K. I'll accompany Xiao Momo."

"You won't... spoil Xiao Jiang, right?"

"Human beings are much stronger than you think. However, you may not be able to advance to level A."

"Then...is Sequence B really powerful?" Lan Ze asked suspiciously.

"Well, that's right."

"I think it's very common?"

"This is the national condition."

The so-called national conditions are that China's public education is relatively wealthy, and it loves to cultivate various technical personnel. From children's schools to universities, it systematically selects and cultivates professionals necessary for the healthy operation of the country.

In contrast, public education in many countries is simply left to fate. Private schools are also very wealthy, but the focus of human, financial and material resources is on future doctors, lawyers and various managers. Doctors are still skilled.

, among others, it can only be said that it is an indispensable part of society. After all, slavery also requires doctors, lawyers and henchmen. Everything can be explained by national conditions.

Lanze thought of his first brother.

"...Landeyi is the only one in heaven. I don't know if I can..."

For Lan Ze, Lan Deyi is simply another more ideal version of himself. A policeman. The embodiment of justice. He has a good mind and can fly.

Except for being a little greasy and having a little hair loss, Brother Yi’s work is too intense. But Lanze thinks: If I can be a policeman, what’s the point of being greasy? It’s worth it!

Moreover, Lan Deyi was promoted recently and started to look after his younger brothers.

"Aren't you afraid of ruining people?" Zhang He looked at him playfully. "If you are over thirty years old and have a stable job, I really recommend you not to try it. People will die."

"What did you say just now?"

"Jiang Hanchen's conditions are really good and promising. As for Lan Deyi," Zhang He smiled sheepishly, "Subjective factors affect my judgment. The key is that his current certificate is enough."

It seems that the police system only has medium-sized aircraft at the regional level and has dedicated personnel in charge. The criminal police and special services below...the business jets used in the mission are all small aircraft and belong to the flying brigades of each municipal bureau, which also have dedicated personnel in charge.

. Randei is a criminal policeman, and he probably won’t have the opportunity to fly by himself unless there are special occasions. He is already very good.

"The subjective factor you are talking about cannot be me, right?" Lan Ze concluded that this was the case.

"I feel that his qualifications are slightly lower than yours." Zhang He pinched his fingers together, leaving a gap between his fingertips to express the gap. "And he is older than you. At this age, challenge yourself and learn new things.

Things are no longer worth it.”

Lanze's qualifications are a topic that the family avoids by default. Whether he is suitable for flying or not is meaningless.

When they had no children, they would sometimes fly together in games. Now, they no longer even try to pretend to fly.

Having said that, their four eldest sons all have a good sense of space. Zhang He discovered this when he was flying.

She still can't tell how good the qualifications of the four children are, but they all have some talent.

Not many children of this age get to fly real aircraft. After all, motion simulators are more convenient. Of course, the motion simulators played by children in children's schools are very unprofessional and the effect is similar to playing house.

When the four boys were seven or eight years old, they had the opportunity to fly on a real plane and be taken by their mother. From time to time, professional and reliable uncles and aunts would hold them for skydiving, hang gliding and so on. It can be said to be quite... trenchant.

It was a dark night outside the window, and the lights of the residential buildings in the distance seemed invisible. Only when the snowflakes hit the window can people realize that the world outside is snowing heavily.

The couple slowly went upstairs from the elevator. When they walked to the door of the bedroom, they saw a new sweatshirt in a transparent bag on a chair at the door, with the juice pen Mo Mo usually used to draw on it.

It is easy for younger children to stuff various things into their mouths. Mo Mo is more cautious than his brothers when it comes to nibbling, and he does not like to write or draw, so the juice pre-filled in the pen is about to expire and will soon lose its edible properties.

, turned into a mediocre paintbrush. The biggest disadvantage of the juice pen is that it is not easy to wash off when painted on clothes. It is suitable for signing.

Lan Ze couldn't help but snorted when he saw that it was a close-fitting undershirt.

"He was well prepared for this." Zhang He opened the bag, signed his name, and closed the bag in one go.

"You are so skilled."

"Occasionally, some students ask me for my autograph. As long as it can promote teaching, what does it matter if I sign?"

"You really are..." Lan Ze found that he couldn't control it.

Early the next morning, Sister K drove over in her mini car and took Xiao Jiang away. Xiao Jiang looked confused and reluctant to leave.

Lan Ze felt relaxed all over. But he didn't know how long Jiang Hanchen could survive under Sister K's hands.

As for him and Zhang He, of course they immediately set off with Mo Mo to pick up their four eldest sons from the children's school. It doesn't matter even if the sons don't want to go home. It's okay for everyone to hang out at the children's school together. It's the weekend, as it should be.

The years are quiet and peaceful.
Chapter completed!