The next day!

At the entrance of the east gate of Stanford campus, a pink box truck drove in through the gate indifferently. No one intercepted it and drove to the tree-lined path near the library before stopping.

The door of the driving position opened, Zhang Jun jumped down, took a look at the dust that was not on his clothes, looked around with caution and curiosity, and then withdrew his gaze.

Finally, he looked at the direction of his car and stood quietly. Even though the young students passing by nearby kept looking at him, they remained motionless without any reaction.

It seemed that there were no Zhejiang people in his eyes.

"You guys really drove in, it's incredible."

The blonde girl Yiwanda walked out of the library. Reality looked at the familiar and strange sales car. It was not until she saw Zhang Jun who was straight as wooden stakes that she asked with certainty.

A strange and surprised look on his face.

It was not only because Chu Qiankun really got the car into Stanford, but also because of the modification of the car.

The overall appearance of the car did not change much, but I just posted it. The originally simple grayish-white color turned into a pink and tender color. The color was extremely dazzling and very eye-catching.

What’s even more girlish is that there are actually a lot of hellokitty postings in this pink and tenderness. The whole car looks like it’s a promotional around hellokitty.

"Haha, usually, such a small thing is a piece of cake for us, just a greeting matter. "Chu Qiankun is not here, so Zhang Jun naturally has to pretend to be a foreign woman: "It's not as difficult as you think."

"Do you know the senior executives of the school?"

Iwanda was holding a few books in her hand and received a call from Hu Yuhan last night, asking her to wait in the first library at the east gate of the school early this morning.

So, early in the morning, she was reading books here, but she was very distracted and more than 90% of her attention was staring outside.

As soon as Zhang Jun drove into her sight, she got up and left, and quickly came here to confirm.

"Of course, you don't know us..." Zhang Jun almost stopped his tongue and told the personal relationship between Principal John and Chu Qiankun: "You will know this in the future. Now let's hurry up and prepare. The boss will arrive in a while."

“yes!”

Yiwanda's eyes lit up, and she put the book in her hand in Zhang Jun's hand, stepped closer to the car a few steps, and pressed several switches.

The hydraulic strut of the car's shell was raised, and the true appearance inside was exposed.

The car that Chu Qiankun drove from Ponpua should be the basic configuration version. Except for the accident that there is a hydraulic rod on the side wall, there is no telescopic function in other places.

There is no module change in the movie, like Transformers, and there is no function to expand outwardly.

Iwanda skillfully climbed up from one side. It was very compact. At most, one person stood up. If one person went up, he could not move his body away.

Moreover, if you have a fat body like Ponpuo, even if you can climb up, it will be difficult for a person to move away.

Iwanda skillfully turned on the same equipment and began to check all the ingredients and ingredients.

Although the hygiene was sorted out when the stalls were closed yesterday, we will definitely have to do it again for the opening of the new day.

Looking at Yi Wanda who was skillfully playing with the things in the car, Zhang Jun finally understood Chu Qiankun’s thoughts.

I knew why he had to take over such a used car from Pompou, and he had to keep Iwanda.

I'm afraid that it's not only needed ready-made ingredients in the car, but also because Iwanda, who is skilled in business, continues to operate the car. Otherwise, the older men who are not very familiar with them will inevitably be in a hurry.

Of course, the most important reason is that if they replaced Iwanda to buy things, then the surprise would not be a surprise, and it would be seen through at a glance.

How about romance?

It was still early in the romantic time, and Zhang Jun drove to the reservation location. Romantic messenger Chu Qiankun took Junzi and Hu Yuhan to go shopping leisurely. Oh no, it was a school visit.

I have been to Stanford several times before, but after a quick pass, I basically left after receiving Ouyang Muxue.

This time, when the exchange student's identity traveled to Stanford again, the feeling was obviously different.

Thinking that he might spend more than half of the time here in the next year, his mood was quite excited.

Stanford, this is one of the world's top universities.

Thinking of his previous life, even the provincial university campus was out of reach for him, but now he can easily step into a school like Stanford.

He believed that with these small achievements he has made now, he could only work hard to study at 99:99% of the universities on this Blue Star.

Of course, there are some special schools that can’t be tempted by just two dollars.

"Boss, when are we going to visit? Don't you go and take a look in advance on Zhang Jun?"

Although Hu Yuhan is also very interested in Stanford's campus and takes photos along the way, she is more concerned about the ice cream cart.

Women like romantic things.

Although this romance was not for her, she was still willing to taste this dog food.

"No hurry. Now I just want to see Iwanda sell ice cream. There is no flower head. Let's wait a little longer!"

Looking leisurely at the students who were sweating against each other on the basketball court, I felt like I was returning to high school or freshman year.

Since entering his sophomore year, such a leisurely and real student life has almost been cut off from him.

His life basically doesn't know what he is busy with, school, family, company, and there are countless things waiting for him to deal with, and he needs to make a decision.

Although he likes to be a manager, how could he really be able to be a manager?

Junzi raised his hand and looked at his watch, followed silently, without saying a word. His phone was always quiet, and it was indeed not time.

Hu Yuhan pouted and glanced at the two of them who were calm and unhurried. He could only keep up silently and stop asking. He should take a few more photos.

"Senior sister, I see you have taken a lot of photos, many of which are from buildings. Do you like Stanford very much?"

Chu Qiankun approached Hu Yuhan's camera and opened his eyes to the photos she was browsing.

"Of course, no one wants to study here in such a world-famous higher education institution. Unfortunately, I have graduated from university for several years, otherwise, I would...oh, forget it, I won't say it anymore."

Hu Yuhan's feelings made Chu Qiankun feel that it was tears if he said too much.

"Do you want to go to Stanford to go to school?" Chu Qiankun raised his eyelashes: "If you really want to, I'll tell you about Principal John. Anyway, we will probably spend the next year."

"Are you sure you can study quietly and be dissatisfied with running around the world?" The question mark on Hu Yuhan's head weighed at least one ton: "Forget it, I'm not a student anymore. If I were in the provincial university, I would be able to borrow my studies when I was back to school. Now I am in the United States, and if I want to join, it is not possible."

Although Chu Qiankun has a good relationship with Principal John, Hu Yuhan probably will be difficult for him to operate with such busyness. If Chu Qiankun was about the same, she, as a secretary, wouldn't join in the fun.

"Whether you are a student or a graduate, as long as you think, I will definitely have a way. Can I be suffocated to death by being unable to take care of a living person? "

Chu Qiankun was very confident that even if John had difficulties in operating, he would be subject to other senior management, but that was just a matter of money.

As long as you learn to learn from Bai Jing, take out a few million and get a quota, it is not very easy, but it is actually even simpler than his.

After all, he is still a current student from the University of Science and Technology. If you want to come to Stanford, everything has to go through. Hu Yuhan, a graduate student, is easier.

"How? You won't spend money again, right?" Hu Yuhan found that his boss likes to speak with money recently. Since he arrived at the Oriental Pearl, his style of doing things has been completely different from before in China.

"Things that can be done with money are nothing. It's just a little money, you don't have to worry about it. I'll pay for this money and it won't be deducted from your salary."

A pair of young skateboarders passed by Chu Qiankun quickly, making Junzi nervous.

Hu Yuhan also asked to give in to the side. The middle-aged and second-year young man did not distinguish between nationality and if he was hit, he would have no place to speak.

Then he gave Chu Qiankun a blank look. Even if she was deducted from her salary, she would have to deduct it: "Forget it, I believe you have this ability. But what I am worried about is whether you really have the ability to stay in Stanford and study quietly."

"Of course, the company has not much business here. Domestic things only require remote control and no effort is spent. This year, I believe that most of the time I can study quietly."

Chu Qiankun was very confident and reached out to pat the barbed wire on the court.

"Although you are the boss, I still have to say something, don't be too full of words." Hu Yuhan's lips curled up slightly, and he was very unconfident about Chu Qiankun's confidence: "Don't talk about most of the time, if you can stay in school half of your time, I think you are amazing."

"Hey, you just don't believe me?" Chu Qiankun stopped, turned around and stared at Hu Yuhan. Then he turned his eyes to Junzi: "Who do you support?"

Junzi glanced at Chu Qiankun without expression, then looked at Hu Yuhan without expression, and smiled for a half second.

In this hand, he supports Hu Yuhan.

"No, you just have no confidence in me?"

Chu Qiankun was depressed. Could it be that he didn’t study hard and was a temperament that could not be erased?
Chapter completed!