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  Fu Anan still arrived at school in Fu Yizhi's car.

   At this time, her face was full of fear, "Brother Fu, do we really have to go to school?"

   "You, not us."

  Fu Yizhi said coldly, seeing her get off the car, he threw her schoolbag out.

  Fu Anan caught it, "Aren't you going in with me?"

   "I'm just a substitute teacher, so I don't have to stay in school all the time.

   Pay attention to useful information, and don't let other players discover your identity. "

   After Fu Yizhi finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and left.

  Fu An'an held her schoolbag and stood at the school gate to watch Father Fu go away—you don't need to stay in school, and it's not that you can't stay in school, why are you leaving in such a hurry?

   "An'an!"

  A voice came from behind.

  Miao Xiaojuan was behind, running towards her quickly.

   "An'an, was it Teacher Fu who sent you to school just now? I went to find you yesterday, and only then did I know from your aunt that Teacher Fu and you are relatives!"

   "Oh, yes." Fu Anan responded smoothly, "Ms. Fu is my distant cousin."

   "Huh?" Miao Xiaojuan was taken aback,

   "But your aunt told me that Teacher Fu is your second uncle?"

   "Uh...yes!" Fu Anan nodded, "I was just joking with you at the beginning, Mr. Fu is my second uncle."

   "By the way, your uncle is really handsome!" Miao Xiaojuan didn't have doubts, but remembered yesterday afternoon, and couldn't help starting a nympho,

   "I don't know what kind of girl is worthy of such a supremely handsome uncle."

  Following Miao Xiaojuan's train of thought, Fu An'an also thought about it seriously, "Ordinary people definitely can't, at least they have to be at the level of a fairy."

  Miao Xiaojuan nodded in agreement, and the two walked into the school side by side.

   "An'an, have you written your math homework yet? Let's check the answer?"

   "Not written."

   Miao Xiaojuan looked at her in surprise, "An An, you were not like this before? Are all related households so confident?"

  Fu Anan waved her hand, she was playing a game and doing homework with a hammer.

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  Fu Yizhi was not idle when he left.

  When Fu Anan came back, a pile of medical supplies was waiting for her to put away.

  Playing games with Papa Fu is good, she basically doesn't have to worry about collecting supplies.

   Game day three, Saturday.

  School has a day off.

  Fu Yizhi can always find various channels to obtain a large number of weapons.

   Fu Anan sat in the car, like a mobile warehouse, following him to keep collecting and collecting.

  Three pistols, two rifles, 800 rounds of bullets and a dozen grenades.

  Fu Anan looked at the things in the space with satisfaction. However, within three days, all the main equipment they needed was in place.

  Fu Yizhi glanced at Fu Anan, who was beside him happily humming an unknown tune, "How much space is left?"

  Fu Anan looked at it, "One-third."

  Fu Yizhi: "Do you think there is anything else to prepare?"

  Fu Anan thought about it carefully, then shook his head, "Not yet, we can leave it empty for now, and add it if there is anything else we need."

  Fu Yizhi couldn't deny what he said.

  Just as he was about to drive away, Fu Anan accidentally smelled the aroma of pancakes on the roadside.

   "Brother Fu, wait! Let's buy a pancake before leaving!"

  Speaking, Fu Anan hurriedly unfastened her seat belt, and hurriedly got out of the car, lest Father Fu drive away.

  At this moment, I suddenly saw an aunt leading the child to find the vendor angrily, holding half a pancake in her hand.

   "What's the matter with you? The rotten things are used to make pancakes, and you also earn this kind of black-hearted money?"

   "Impossible." The peddler raised his head in surprise, "The ingredients I just prepared last night are still in the refrigerator."

   "How is it impossible? If you don't believe me, try it!" The woman handed over the pancakes.

  The hawker took a bite, his face changed suddenly, and he apologized repeatedly.

  Fu Yizhi glanced at Fu Anan, "Are you still eating?"

  Fu An'an: "...don't eat."