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Chapter 1912 The Real World 14
There are more people signing up, and the money they receive is much higher than the normal banquet. In fact, instead of losing money, they will make money.

Kid Mo raised his head and said softly, "Mother, let's sign up too."

Bei Yutang was about to take out the money, and little Mo'er said goodbye to the chubby little short hand, "I have it here."

"Go then."

Little Mo'er got the order, and ran to the registration office on short legs.However, he was small and there were many people at the registration office, which directly overwhelmed him.Little Mo'er was not in a hurry, and just lined up behind them.

Just when it was Xiao Mo'er's turn, a schoolboy dressed in satin satin directly inserted in front of Xiao Mo'er, and put the money on the table.

Xiao Mo'er tugged on the other party's sleeve, raised her head, and said seriously: "Now it's my turn, you should be behind me."

The book boy looked down and saw that it was just a half-grown milk baby, "What are you doing here, you little brat, hurry home and find your mother."

Little Mo'er frowned slightly, and solemnly said with a sullen face, "I'm here to sign up, and you should stand behind me."

The bookboy laughed when he heard that he was here to sign up, "You? You're the only one here to sign up? Can you read? Don't think that you can pass the test if you know the thousand-character text."

The sarcasm in the bookboy's tone couldn't be concealed.

Little Mo'er gave him a cold look, ignored him, and walked up to the middle-aged man who registered, and handed over her money, "Sir, I want to sign up."

When the middle-aged man saw him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Seeing that little Mo'er was so cute and tight, his tone of voice softened unconsciously, "Where are your adults? Do they agree?"

Before Xiao Mo'er could reply, the bookboy who was left on the sidelines felt neglected, and said angrily: "What can a brat like him do here, don't listen to him messing around. Hurry up and register the name of my young master, we The young master is still waiting for me to go back."

The middle-aged man also thought that it was the kid who ran over to play around by himself, and said softly, "Go back and find your family."

He handed the money back to little Mo'er.

Little Mo'er didn't take the money, stared at him with beautiful black eyes, and asked word by word: "Sir, is there a rule in the restaurant that people under what age can't sign up?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, "This, this is not true."

"Since there is no, why did you return my money?" Little Mo'er tilted her head and looked at him with blinking eyes.

The middle-aged man was stunned by the question, "If that's the case, then I'll write your name down. What's your name?"

"Muzimo, the wood that is more beautiful than the forest, the linzi and the phoenix, the pen is full of ink; the tiger of the door, the word Zimo is full of pen and ink." Xiao Mo'er still remembers that her mother named herself this Every word said when the name.

The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Good name."

The book boy just felt that he was completely ignored, and this kind of neglect made him feel that he was not taken seriously.

"Hmph, it's just a name. No matter how good the name is, you can't win this competition."

The middle-aged man and little Mo'er glanced at him, but ignored him.

Seeing that they were ignoring him, the book boy became annoyed, and his voice suddenly became sharper, "You should move faster."

Little Mo'er took the number plate from the middle-aged man, gave him a slight salute, and prepared to leave.

(End of this chapter)