The National Director is Mr. Perfect - Chapter 13
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Chapter 13: 013 Collecting Her Scholarship
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
It felt great to be cool for a moment, but Jun Ci didn’t dare to think about the aftermath.
Jun Ci, who had left the Zhang family nonchalantly, suddenly didn’t know where to go and just stood in this little neighborhood.
The Zhang family lived in an old city district which had been around for over 20 years. The people around the area were all elderly.
It was also the first time Jun Ci had seen some degree of civilization ever since being reborn into this world.
But now…
Ay…
Jun Ci sighed softly and communicated to Gu Lu in her head, “Gu Lu, I’ll really have to sleep on the streets now.”
“Your Highness, you don’t have to.”
Gu Lu immediately replied to Jun Ci and brought her a ray of light, “Gu Lu just found out that this girl’s scholarship has already been issued. According to the usual practice, the teacher in charge would inform the Zhang family. Your Highness can go look for this teacher before the Zhang family collects it and takes the scholarship. Although it isn’t much, 1,000 bucks should be enough to last for a while.”
“Gu Lu will help Your Highness think of something during this period of time. Gu Lu won’t let Your Highness suffer!”
Jun Ci’s eyes lit up. “Gu Lu, you’re really my lucky star!”
Without Gu Lu, Jun Ci probably wouldn’t have thought of the scholarship.
Also, the scholarship would have probably been taken away by the Zhang family without her even knowing.
“It is Gu Lu’s responsibility to share Your Highness’ burdens.”
“Alright, I’ll look for the teacher in charge right now.”
Jun Ci had received the memories of the original owner, and naturally knew what had happened before.
At the school she was studying at, not only was her tuition free of charge, she also had a scholarship allowance.
The original owner had worked very hard. There was a scholarship grant opportunity every three months, and it was now almost time to collect it, giving the newly reborn Jun Ci a chance to breathe.
It was a little saddening to think about it.
Due to her dignity as the crown prince, she wouldn’t allow herself to do anything illegal even with a super technology like Gu Lu.
In the past, once the scholarship arrived, the teacher in charge would notify the Zhang family to collect it. But Jun Ci didn’t have a phone with her now, and she had to collect the money before them, so she had to go over to the teacher’s place.
Thankfully, this teacher’s house wasn’t too far away.
After Jun Ci made up her mind, she left the neighborhood and relied on her two legs to walk over.
She didn’t have a choice. Without money, she couldn’t even take the bus.
A sad crown prince who didn’t even have a dollar to her name.
Jun Ci felt that if her former parents saw this, they would burst out laughing and curse, ‘You deserve it!’
These were the true colors of that old thing.
The teacher in charge was an honest and naive math teacher. If Jun Ci went over to ask him for the scholarship, he would definitely give it to her.
The teacher’s house was also in this old residential area in this little city. It was located at the other end of the Zhang family’s place. Jun Ci arrived after walking over and crossing a few streets.
As Jun Ci was wearing a mask, she wasn’t very eye-catching on the streets.
The only thing were those brilliant eyes of hers that could stir one’s heart, but once people saw the dark spots next to them, it was as if a pail of cold water was poured over them, making dazzled passers-by instantly return to their senses.
They looked at her curiously for a moment before they carried on walking.
Jun Ci walked as she quickly wrote her novel in her head.
With her current speed, she would churn out another 8,000 words by the time she reached the teacher’s house.
It had only been about 20 minutes.
This speed was simply astonishing.
*Knock knock knock!*
She went upstairs and knocked on the old-fashioned door. The door creaked open.
The teacher, Mr. Wang, peeked out.
He was somewhat surprised. “Jun Ci?”