Trafford’s Trading Club

"Uncle Rat Demon, this is your medicine. Remember to take it four times a day, and then..."

In Long Xiruo's pet hospital, Xiaodie Yao, who had been working for a while, was counting her fingers and talking about things that patients need to pay attention to one by one, "...and, and, and what else. Woolen cloth?"

"...It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I already know it anyway." The rat demon uncle waved his hands quickly.

"No, this is my job, I must do it well."

why?

The rat demon uncle glanced at the little butterfly demon who had recently become a pet hospital attendant and became more and more popular, and kept asking himself, why?

Why can't you remember these words to the patient even though you already have a math book on your countertop?

"By the way! Finally, remember to clean your body before going to bed every day. Doctor Long said that you are too dirty and don't take a bath. This is the reason why your skin diseases often recur!"

This little guy is so cute. If he hadn't brought his cub here to get asthma medicine this time, the rat demon uncle thought he would have a good time teasing him and pursue the memories of his youth.

"Abba, your tail is raised."

"Go away!" The rat demon uncle pushed his son and left awkwardly.

Just thinking about it, this kind of purity is almost extinct among living things, and the rat demon uncle has no real intention to tarnish it. It's just that when a rat reaches middle age, it is inevitable that he will have some dissolute behavior.

"She's really popular. She's not like that old witch in the office."

After bidding farewell to the rat demon uncle, Luo Pianying suddenly heard such sharp words from the pet hospital.

Yes, this is what Sister Long calls Miss Su Zijun: free food and free living.

"Sister Zijun, be careful to let Sister Long hear you?" Xiaodie Yao could only remind her, although she knew that such a reminder would have no effect.

Long Xiruo and Su Zijun were like fire and water, and they could bicker for a while every time they met. It was as if they would feel uncomfortable if they didn't make sarcastic remarks to each other for a day.

Su Zijun tsked coldly, clearly stating his attitude: "Don't be afraid, let her bite me if you can."

The little butterfly demon was no longer surprised, so he simply sat down, touched a bottle of milk with his hands, and drank happily. She then licked the white liquid remaining on her lips clean, then took the book in her hand and started reading.

"What is this?" Su Zijun took the book directly from Xiaodie Yao's hand, glanced at it casually, and then said calmly: "This kind of thing written by humans is just a waste of your time. It’s better to practice hard. You are too thin. If you don’t practice, when will you become fatter?”

"Fat?" Luo Pianqing was stunned.

She is a butterfly demon who has chewed up a Chinese dictionary, but she doesn't know why fat can be used to describe the level of cultivation.

All I heard was Su Zijun said calmly: "I mean, be stronger."

The little butterfly demon shook its feet under the table, then blinked and said: "But the demon power is enough. Sister Long is here, so it is very safe. Besides, the things written by humans are also very interesting. Besides, I can’t understand a lot of it.”

Su Zijun said calmly: "We have opened up our spiritual intelligence, and our wisdom is more than twice as high as that of humans? You can't understand what humans write, that's too bad."

Xiaodie Yao didn't mind either. She was not the angry type, nor was she easy to argue with. She always remembered what the boss and aunt of the bun shop she met when she first stepped out of society taught her.

Be kind to others and be happy with others.

"Well, of course I don't understand. Because I have only grown up recently, unlike Sister Su and Sister Long." Luo Piantian smiled innocently, "That's right! Sister Su, you have seen so much and are knowledgeable. It must be very rich!”

"It's just normal." Su Zijun hummed.

Xiaodie Yao's eyes lit up, and he quickly opened the derivative book he borrowed from another patient's child, opened one of the pages, and said pitifully: "Sister Su, can you Can’t you teach me how to solve this problem? I’ve been thinking about it all day and can’t figure it out!”

Su Zijun glanced casually, his eyes rolled from top to bottom, then back from bottom to top, blinked, and just stared at the little butterfly demon.

Suddenly, Su Zijun's body slowly lay flat on the ground... By the way, her hands were still closed on her lower abdomen, looking like a sleeping little princess.

"Sister Su? Sister Su? You just slept on it! It's not good to sleep on the floor!"

For Luo Pianqing, it was not uncommon for Su Zijun, who was half Hanbao blood, to suddenly fall asleep. In fact, she would often just lie down like this.

"Don't worry about this shameless thing." Long Xiruo walked out of the office at some point, probably planning to smoke again.

She walked up to Su Zijun's side, stretched out her foot and touched it twice, and said with a sneer: "I'm just pretending...little guy, let me tell you, this person lives and eats for free, and has never even been to kindergarten. I can’t even write my own name, so I can teach you how to do it!”

"ah?"

The little butterfly demon who heard this for the first time suddenly looked surprised.

Long Xiruo shrugged and suddenly said: "What difficulties did you encounter today? Let's talk about it."

I remember that in the past two weeks, Sister Long taught me the multiplication list. Xiaodie Yao opened her mouth and said: "Sister Long, the known function = a3-32+1, if there is a unique zero point 0 , and 0 is greater than 0, what is the value range of a?"

Long Xiruo nodded calmly, blew away the smoke screen, and said slowly: "Little guy, I thought about it for a moment, whether you are a human or a demon, if you don't work hard, you will end up just a guy who eats and lives for free. This problem is not difficult to solve, but the question is, have you tried your best?"

Luo Pianqing shook her head subconsciously, "I just thought about it for a while... I understand, Sister Long, I thought about it again, but I couldn't think anymore, so I asked you."

"Yeah, good attitude."

Long Xiruo walked to the door of the pet center with a cigarette in her mouth... Only the devil knows what the hell is that? Didn’t you just learn the multiplication table two weeks ago?

"Human beings are really idle. Isn't addition, subtraction, multiplication and division enough?" Long Xiruo muttered as she leaned outside the door.

However, the learning ability of this little butterfly demon was somewhat beyond her expectation. I remember it must have been yesterday or the day before yesterday. This little guy seemed to have mentioned that he wanted to take the college entrance examination?

Although it is not difficult for her to get some household registration and then open some back doors for her, after all, there are a very small number of demons who have successfully infiltrated some units after hanging around for such a long time.

The issue is……

Mom, I don’t know anything at all. What the hell is a?

Long Xiruo suddenly shuddered, quickly put the cigarette on the ground, stamped it out, and then hurriedly walked into the pet hospital and came to the front desk, looking for something among the pile of things at the front desk.

"Sister Long, are you looking for something?"

"Found it." Long Xiruo found a promotional leaflet and threw it in front of Luo Pianying, "You can go to tutoring! This college entrance examination tutoring class has just opened recently, and it is now on sale!"

"But, but I still have to go to work." Luo Pianting thought for a while, shook her head and said, "Besides, the tuition is so expensive."

"It's okay, I'll pay for it for you." Long Xiruo waved his hand and said, "Go and finish your studies!"

"Really?" Little Butterfly Demon jumped up happily.

Long Xiruo touched her head dotingly... Well, this time there is no need to think about what the hell a is.

"Hmph, do you think she would be so kind? This old witch can only memorize multiplication tables at most, and she was taught by the person who came up with the tables back then. Do you think she has really gone to school?"

Suddenly, Su Zijun, who was sleeping on the ground, turned around and said lightly as if he was talking in sleep.

Long Xiruo... Long Xiruo: "Well, I seemed to have taken some medicine yesterday, and I haven't had time to clean it up yet. I'll go take a look. Hahahaha, hahaha..."

Drifting away.

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At night, he lowered his head in his room, and sitting in front of him was his mother.

What the mother held in her hand was a mock test paper.

"Gu Jiajie, why is this mock test four points lower than the last time? Do you know how many people in your class have surpassed you?"

"Only four points, I accidentally..." He planned to say something.

Unexpectedly, the mother said sternly: "Just four points? Gu Jiajie, do you know what your attitude is? Don't you know the importance of one point? Let me ask you, if you are just four points away from the admission line, you How does it feel? Is it uncomfortable? Four points, it may decide that you have to spend one more year to re-study. Are you willing to waste one more year?"

He could only shake his head.

The mother sighed and said: "Jiajie, mom didn't mean to scold you. Do you know how tired your dad and I are working outside? But we didn't talk about it after we came back. To save some money at home, we let you participate in one more Tutoring class, why? It’s to give you an advantage over others, but have you been lazy recently?”

"I..." He lowered his head, not daring to look into his mother's eyes.

Seeing this, my mother sighed again and shook her head, "Think carefully about whether this attitude is right. Okay, take a bath later and go to bed early. You have to memorize words when you get up tomorrow, so don't miss a day. The best time to be mentally.”

"I know." He nodded.

"Okay, be good. We only have you as a child. We hope you can become a talented person. Don't blame your mother for being harsh on you. This is all for your own good." His mother patted his shoulder gently and said softly.

When the door closed and he was alone in the room, he sat silently for a while, then suddenly opened the desk drawer and took out the hidden mobile phone.

After thinking for a while, he quickly wrote a text message on his mobile phone: Teacher, are you free tomorrow night? I want to try again. (To be continued.)