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Earned £4 an hour.

Converted into RMB, that's 37 yuan and 48 cents per hour.

In other words, after working for an hour, you can buy 7 bags of white bread and still have 15 pence left. With the 1 pence you have, you can even buy more...

Come on, if you don’t have enough, buy a bottle of water...

This extra 1 pence that is lost must come from the world’s ill will towards the baby.

Originally, I came here today to ask Tang Bing which district in London has the worst security. Although I was a little excited when I heard that there happened to be an opportunity to work part-time, I still tried my best not to cause trouble to others considering that I was still facing a crisis. Fangran is relieved,

There was no way I could resist the temptation of £4 an hour.

"Senior, have you ever worked in China before?"

Since there was no one around in the morning anyway, Tang Bing left his job temporarily and led Fangran toward the back of the supermarket with his ponytail swaying.

"If vacation internships are included, then I have worked in the hospital for a day."

When Tang Bing suddenly asked about this, thinking that he once earned thousands an hour but now couldn't resist the temptation of 4 pounds, Fangran bit his bread and answered melancholy.

"Senior, why do you want to go to the hospital for internship if you are just learning computers? Well, forget it."

Hearing Fang Ran's answer, Tang Bing gave him a strange look, then pointed to a door in front of him that said employee management without caring, and Fang Ran explained:

"Although Mrs. Isis is serious and careful, she is a nice person. Senior, just don't be nervous when you get in."

After that, Tang Bing was about to walk in. Seeing that she was so energetic and ready to walk in, Fangran quickly grabbed her and asked with a slight shame:

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, don't I need to show my passport or something like that to work in a foreign country?"

"Ah... that..."

Hearing Fangran mention this, Tang Bing suddenly showed an expression on his face that he just remembered. Then he revealed an expression as if he was whispering and explained to him in a low voice:

"In fact, if you study in the UK for less than six months, you are not allowed to work part-time.

But because Mrs. Isis is my boarding landlord, technically speaking, seniors and I are here to help in the supermarket, and the hourly wage is a little lower than normal part-time jobs. "

"But that means you don't need any proof of passport or student ID?"

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Although he was a little reassured after hearing such an explanation, Fangran's optimistic and cheerful understanding of this girl once again improved when he saw Tang Bing making scissor hands with a 'planned' expression on his face and deliberately making a cute voice. Lou was slightly speechless at the same time.

School girl, just say what you say, can you stop being cute...

Although it seemed that he, a 'smuggler', didn't need to show his ID, Fang Ran just sighed and said, thinking of his English:

"But my English..."

"Okay, okay, senior, everyone's spoken language will be stuck when you first arrive abroad,"

"As someone like me who was specially recruited to Beijing University for my foreign language skills, I can teach you a few common greetings without any problem. Come on, let's try a simple spoken conversation in English first."

Before Fang Ran finished speaking, he still looked a little worried. For his own happiness at night, Tang Bing confidently patted his chest to reassure him.

And then five minutes later...

“’sheartcrumbles....”

Tang Bing knelt in the corner with one hand on the wall, his eyes wide open and he began to doubt his life. He memorized the phrase, which made Fangran feel ashamed and tentatively shouted:

"Um, Senior Sister Tang Bing...?"

"wreck! wreck! Destructive! Senior, your construction site colloquialism is simply destructive and destructive, and it also smells like half-cooked dirt mixed with pickles!"

Then before he could finish speaking, he saw Tang Bing, who was full of confidence almost a second ago, shouting like crazy with his hands on his head, which made Fangran blush slightly and change the subject.

"Well...I am really good at English...by the way, junior sister, what do you mean by what you just read?"

Almost as soon as he asked this question, Fangran saw the genuine school girl in front of him crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her hands holding her knees, her eyes losing luster, turned to one side and answered:

"They all actually mean the same thing, and the translation is probably..."

"My mentality is broken."

Fangran: "..."

Schoolgirl, do you want to be so direct and hurt my fragile heart...

In just five minutes, he realized that Fang Ran's Chinese English was so bad that his grandma's family was poor. Tang Bing jumped in front of him in a state of collapse, shook his shoulders vigorously and shouted frantically:

"Senior, did you really get into Peking University on your own, with your level of construction site English as if you graduated from junior high school!?"

Compared with the usual wild shaking with her brother, which was even trying to suck milk, the little girl's slight shaking of the wrist with no energy at all was not painful or itchy, but it made Fangran feel a little guilty about his identity as a Peking University student and look away. Scratching his cheek with his fingertips.

"Well... If you want to rely on your own strength... then you must rely on your own strength..."

"Then why is your English so bad!!"

"Ahem...that school girl, you see, I am a computer major after all..."

"Senior, you are trying to pass the blame! All programming is in English, shouldn't you be better at English? I know people who even study civil engineering are better than you, senior!"

"Um...this..."

Tang Bing, who really had the energy to suck milk, found that after shouting in despair, he couldn't shake the "senior" who looked very thin in front of him at all. Instead, he was panting from exhaustion. He whispered and covered his face.

"Ah... It's no longer possible. Even Mrs. Isis can't let someone who can't even have a normal conversation come to work... Now I have to work overtime at night... No! I can't do it for the rent reduction. give up..."

"Senior sister, why don't we go in and try first, just in case Mrs. Isis happens to have a phone call and doesn't have time to ask me more questions."

Listening to her casual thoughts, I always felt that as a school girl, I seemed to be very hard-working. This made Fangran recall his usual lazy state, and said tentatively, feeling a little ashamed and sorry.

"How can such a good thing happen? Forget it, I have to go in with you anyway, senior. Anyway, remember not to talk too much, just let Mrs. Isis think you are a shy and introverted boy who doesn't like to talk."

Tang Bing sighed helplessly and rubbed his face vigorously to cheer up. Tang Bing still looked at Fang Ran and smiled sweetly and energetically:

"However, thank you, senior, for being willing to help me. After all, most people don't look down on this salary of 4 pounds an hour."

"Ahem, no...it's okay."

Fang couldn't resist the temptation of 4 pounds an hour, but his face turned red.

"Then let's go in, senior. Don't worry, I will help you."

When she saw Tang Bing smiling cheerfully at herself before pushing the door open, Fangran was stunned for a moment and then laughed slightly, followed her and knocked on the door.

"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Isis,"

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a room filled with various forms and folders. Sitting behind the desk is a British woman in her forties with white hair and wearing glasses. She has a slightly fat figure and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. He does seem serious but kind.

"Oh, good morning, my girl, what's wrong, what's the matter?"

"I want to tell you that I have found a senior from my school in China, and he is willing to come to the supermarket to help out these few nights."

Following Tang Bing, Fang Ran looked at the way she spoke fluently and talked to people, which was as dazzling as the sunshine she gave him.

I speak English really well...

"Oh, honey, did you find someone willing to help?"

Hearing Tang Bing's words, Mrs. Isis, who had a management sign on her chest, stood up in surprise and surprise, and then asked with a smile:

"You said he came from the same university as you in China?"

"Yes, he stayed in London for a few days because of a competition. This is his student information in our school's academic administration system."

After glancing at Fang Ran, Tang Bing explained to Mrs. Isis with standard pronunciation, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and showed it to her.

"en...en, precisely."

After a confirming glance, Mrs. Isis smiled at Fangran and said:

"Young boy, welcome to London, I need to ask you a few questions before starting work..."

Seeing her eyes looking at him, Fang Ran, who honestly didn't understand except for the beginning and the end, was slightly ashamed. Then, at the moment when Tang Bing was also watching him, he was nervous about whether he could pass.

Ring ring ring~~

The phone suddenly rang.

"Um?"

She unexpectedly looked at her cell phone and after confirming the call information, Mrs. Isis suddenly started to walk briskly as if it was something very important.

"Sorry, young man, I suddenly have something to deal with. Let the girl next to you tell you about work matters. Remember, your working time is five o'clock in the afternoon. Remember, it is five o'clock in the afternoon."

He quickly finished his brief explanation, emphasized the time, and left briskly.

The two people in the staff management room were left a little dumbfounded.

"Senior...Senior, have you ever had your mouth opened in a temple?"

Seeing the situation in front of him that was exactly the same as what Fang Ran said just now, Tang Bing suddenly asked in a silly voice. To be honest, Fang Ran himself was also stunned, and he also answered with an incredulous tone.

"Um...no, someone asked me not long ago if my hands were exposed to shit..."

The two looked at each other, both of them a little unbelievable that Mrs. Isis had just called. They were anxious to go out and deal with it, so they didn't 'question' Fangran carefully.

Suddenly feeling a strong European energy, Tang Bing asked silently and tangledly:

"Senior, are you always so lucky?"

Fangran was startled by this question, and then carefully thought about his recent experiences. It seemed that he had been... since that night in Tokyo...

"Recently...it seems that I have been really lucky..."

Although both good and bad are just that...

Tang suddenly looked expressionless: Stare~

"Um, what's wrong with you, junior?"

Seeing that she suddenly lost her motivation to be happy, Fangran asked carefully.

Then he saw Tang Bing tilting his head with a gloomy look on his face, his heart was filled with despair and his tone was complicated.

"There are two types of people I hate the most in my life, one is the seal, and the other is the European Emperor."

Fangran: "..."

(-i_-｀) School girl, from your words, I smell a strong aroma of non-chiefs. Is it my imagination...