Looking into the bookstore window from the street, the store is dark, as if the owner has already gone abroad. Even if some reckless wizard breaks the door and picks the lock and sneaks in, he can only see the dusty tables and chairs, and feel the lingering feeling.
The cold atmosphere among the bookshelves.
But in the eyes of the yellow-breasted civet, the scene is completely different.
The orange light filled the whole room, and together with the firelight in the small red clay stove in the store, it dissipated the chill of the twelfth lunar month. Although the tables, chairs and benches in the store were not sparkling, they were clean and tidy. The owner sat on his back.
On the recliner, an open copy of "The Strange Story of Stiles Manor" was clasped on his chest, his eyes half-closed, drowsy. The tabby cat wore the shopkeeper's pair of black-rimmed glasses, its flat face pressed tightly against
Showcase glass, looking out.
Woohoo…
The copper kettle on the small stove made a faint chirp, indicating that the tea in its belly was ready, and it was eagerly looking forward to the shopkeeper's patronage and a few sips.
"Do you really not care about this?"
Huanghuali suddenly turned around, looked at the owner of the bookstore on the recliner, and yelled with displeasure: "Zheng Zheng's screams can be heard clearly throughout Phuket Island! You are not dead yet! Cats and dogs dare to get in your face.
Pee on..."
Its roar seemed to wake up the shopkeeper who was taking a nap.
The husband opened his eyes and touched his nose out of habit, only to realize that his glasses had been taken away by the cat.
"It's not that exaggerated."
He sighed helplessly, picked up the copper pot next to him, refilled the cup with tea, picked it up, moistened his throat, and added: "...except for you, no one has ever peed on my face.
"
"This is a metaphor! A rhetorical device!" The yellow-breasted raccoon tugged at its ears angrily, and the glasses that were barely hanging on its face immediately tilted to one side.
"The child didn't scream that loudly." The gentleman listened carefully and nodded slightly: "I guarantee that most people on the island will not be able to hear his chirping... at least, if it is not here,
Even in a bookstore, you can't hear his voice. Hearing all things is an ability that only legendary wizards have... At best, he was a little frightened. Young people, you must exercise your heart more so that you can be more stable in the future."
"You know that's not what I want to say!" Hua Mao adjusted the glasses on his fat face.
"You also know that I am getting further and further away from this world." The gentleman put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly: "...One day, I will really leave, and he will need to face it on his own.
All this. Although the children he is dealing with now are not good children in the traditional sense, they are by no means 'bad children' in our usual sense. Overall, I think the intensity is just right."
Even so, after hesitating for a moment, the teacher added: "Of course, if you really can't stand it, you can go to school and give Ruoyu a good beating."
"I can't beat her!" Huang Huali looked annoyed. I don't know if it was Mr. Annoy's suggestion or because he was annoyed that he couldn't scratch the old man.
"Oh, then you pour the water out of my cup." The husband gave the second suggestion. Of course, he did not forget to clarify the relationship: "It was you who poured the water, it has nothing to do with me."
The tabby cat twitched its ears with a look of disgust on its face.
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First University.
Office of the Vice President.
Professor Monteria bowed and stood up, preparing to leave.
A stream of tea that was so clear that it glowed suddenly appeared, fell from the sky, and poured it on the vice president of the First University. The guest's eyes twitched when he saw it, and he froze in place, daring not to move.
This tea seemed to fall from the Milky Way, with a color like starlight, exuding a fragrant tea fragrance, illuminating the originally dark office. With the corner of his eye, Professor Monteria noticed that he was not aware of what was happening around him.
They quietly gathered around many stone carvings that seemed to be planning to attack them. They did not expect that the room would suddenly light up. Their sharp claws raised in the air were about to be withdrawn, and their ferocious and startled expressions looked extremely funny for a moment.
But that's not the point.
The professor quietly raised his eyelids and glanced upward quickly.
Old man Ruoyu stood at the top of the steps, as if he had just come back to his senses. He licked the tea stem stuck to his lips, stretched out his finger and scratched his wet cheek, then brought it close to his eyes and looked at the yellow and white stem on his finger.
Maomao was silent for a long time.
for a long time.
Professor Monteria silently prayed in his heart that the old man would dry the water stains on his body quickly so that he could raise his head and leave. But the old wizard on the steps seemed to have forgotten that he could use magic.
"Does it smell good?" the owner of the office suddenly said, startling the guest.
The fragrance is naturally fragrant, and the clear fragrance of tea permeates the entire office, as if it can cleanse the soul. Professor Monteria cannot lie with his eyes open.
But if he admits that he is fragrant, does it mean that he has witnessed an embarrassing scene for a senior legend? Especially if the other party is Vice Principal Ruoyu, who is always known for his rigidity.
For a moment, Professor Monteria hesitated.
"That's how it feels." Old Man Ruoyu leaned on a cane with a wolf head and nodded thoughtfully: "Your hesitation now is just like my hesitation now."
"Hesitate?" The professor couldn't help pretending not to hear, and raised his head carefully.
"Hmm, hesitant."
There was a trace of sadness on the old man Ruoyu's face, and his tone was dull: "I hesitate to slap you to death now and report a laboratory accident to prevent you from bringing more trouble to the school in the future, or to pretend that nothing happened and let it go
you left."
It can be seen that there is no trace of joking in what the old man said.
Professor Monteria's face was ashen. He didn't know why the old man who had been so amiable just now suddenly changed his face. But he knew that he had no choice now, so he could only continue to remain silent.
Old Ruoyu didn't pay attention to the stiff expression of the professor at the foot of the steps. Instead, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the yellow and white cat hair with two fingers. He calculated for a long time and suddenly showed a meaningful smile: "Actually, think about it carefully.
, some accidents are not entirely that bad... Even though it seems a little bad, in a higher sense, it strengthens certain bonds and connections."
Professor Monteria had no idea what the old man was saying.
But he was very sure that the old man's words had more than just one meaning.
Just as he was thinking hard, the sound of crutches hitting the floor came from the steps.
Winter, winter.
"You go."
If the foolish old man did not beat Professor Monteria to death in the end, he simply reminded: "By the way, when someone makes their own decisions and affects the stability of the school, they must understand that those actions have consequences. Everyone must respect those who belong to this group.
The school's 'order'... Fortunately, the result does not seem to be that bad, and you still have a chance to make amends..."
Such incomprehensible words again!
The professor became increasingly confused.
"Sir, I don't understand..."
"You'll understand later."
The owner of the office waved his sleeves impatiently, and strong winds surged up, picking up the guests at the foot of the steps, tumbling them, and throwing them outside the office.