MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 3109 Fanwai 30 is still very capable of playing

Chapter 3109, the foreigner 30 is still very capable of playing

There is no such thing as a child's painting, but the talents of the special situation are scarce. Especially the comprehensive talents such as children's paintings are more scarce, and the green and yellow are not connected. The children's paintings ultimately choose special circumstances.

Yuling had no opinion on this and it was not too unexpected.

They have a passion, they will guard the development of their home country, but they also need a proper position. The special circumstances are independent of the system. They are relatively free and relaxed. Unlike other departments, there are so many orders. One thing is to play several layers of reports, such a department is more suitable for children's paintings.

His identity, Lao Mu, has been completed two years ago. For the sake of underage, he can't go to the front line for the time being, but Mu Yuan feels that he can take him to experience it. After several years, he has several tasks. He also needs manpower. As long as the night tomb agreed to take the children to the battlefield, before that, the night tombs lost the children's paintings to the disciplinary department, let him learn what is discipline and military orders.

After the white girl knew the arrangement of the children's paintings and the night tomb, Shen Qianshu talked for more than an hour, and eventually failed to change the idea of ​​the night mausoleum. It should have failed to change the idea of ​​children's paintings.

What do children's paintings do, not to mention in the night tomb, in fact, did not give him too much restrictions, go to the black rose, go to special circumstances, or want to make a career, is the child's willingness to paint.

In the early years, he was always stunned to be a star.

Later, when I went to training, my eyes widened, and I felt that when a geek star was boring, he had to make a career for himself. So at the beginning, he thought about what industry to pursue, and he must make a big business. .

Later, I saw more deaths, knowing that Mu Yuan had been dead for a lifetime, knowing how much pressure the night mausole was under the guise of sleep, forgetting to eat and sleeping, and watching the motherland grow stronger day by day, and he had another idea.

He feels that it is a crime to not make such a good gene for the motherland.

Night Mausoleum, "..."

Mu Yuan, "..."

"If you don't have the skills to grow, I don't know. The bragging ability has grown a lot." Yuling said faintly, "I will go to exercise with Mu Yuan after the year, and give me a written assessment by the way."

"Understand." Mu Yuan said.

Mu has been promoted to the ranks after the end of the year. If he is promoted, he will not be in the special situation. His focus will be slowly shifted. He will focus more on the command. He also needs a group of young people to supplement his team.

In addition to being able to do Mu Yuan's work, Tong's painting can also be qualified for the work of the institute. Because his level of artificial intelligence has reached the doctoral level, he can bring the project independently. This is a scarce talent.

Lao Mu looked at his assessment results, and he was so excited that he wanted to transfer him to the scientific research department. He felt wasted in the special situation.

Children's paintings don't want to go, but they can hang around there, usually go there and stroll, occasionally with the project.

The Night Mausoleum finally promised the child's heart to inherit the black rose. At the same time, in exchange, the white girl must allow the children's painting to study in the underwater world for two years, and open up all scientific research results and technological achievements.

White girl, "This is... robbery, the door owner."

"Well, robbing the rich and helping the poor, this is the core theory of socialist development."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The socialism I read may be different from your socialism!

The night mausoleum felt that he only let the children draw a single person. He did not let the children's paintings take a team, and he was very restrained.

This time, the children's drawing came back. The basic development of the two children in the night is basically fixed. No accidents will be made without any accidents. The three parties are satisfied. The only dissatisfaction is Shen Qianshu.

Her son had just trained to come back, and he had to go out often. This is no problem. He has to go to the bottom of the sea to study for two years. This is no problem. In the future, he will be as busy as the night tomb, and he will be as hard as Mu Yuan.

“I feel that the country should give me a contribution award.”

If it was in ancient times, she could mix a lady who was a lifelong lady.

Nothing is fishing now.

Moreover, the state does not pay for training, and they cultivate talents at their own expense.

Blood loss!

"Heart, my brother has grown up, and your robot should be upgraded." The children's painting and the Taitai version of the robot face to face, this robot is quite realistic, that is, when he was seven or eight years old, the makeup is very cute, The little face is abrupt, and the poke feels very good.

"No, I like it." Tong Xin especially likes small robots, and has been with her for many years, very emotional.

"Brother is such a big man standing here, you are almost faster than the robot."

The simulation robot is a simulation, and the height is the height of his seven or eight years old.

Childlike heart... Childlike heart grows up from a young age, half a head higher than when he was seven or eight years old.

Clouds look at the robots, and then look at the children's drawings. "Brother, you look different from childhood."

The children's drawing looked at Xiaozhengtai, deeply felt... He liked the look of today.

"Oh, I used to be a pen in the past, you forget it."

Night Mausoleum, "Oh..."

"Old night, do you think I made a mistake? I think you were also a penger last year. Do you admit it?"

Shen Qianshu secretly, the baby son came back, and the family was a chicken flying dog.

The night mausoleum did not pick up his words.

The subconscious mind feels that there is no good word.

Shen Qianshu is very cooperative.

"Mummy thinks he was fine last year."

"That proves that he did not grow up last year to this year!"

Night Mausoleum, "..."

He took a deep breath and asked Shen Qianshu. "This kind of unfilial son can ask for family law."

Tong Xin said, "My brother said, who can beat the fist, who has the final say."

"be good!"

Shen Qianshu coughed. "He changed his body and he still can play."

muah! !

(End of this chapter)