Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 7 This child is smart from a young age
In the bookstore, Liang Mu kept moaning and sighing.

Since Bai Xi's order, the store has never sold a second book.

At this rate, it is estimated that the world will be destroyed and the books in the bookstores will not be sold out.

Correspondingly, there are weird people who come to the door one after another.

Especially the big bald man made Liang Mu feel more dangerous, and he always felt that he might come back to find fault at any time.

However, there is something wrong with the ears, which is undoubtedly worse.

Just when Liang Mu was feeling melancholy alone, Bai Xi came to the shop.

Bai Xi wanted to ask Liang Mu if he knew about Lu Pinao, but found that Liang Mu didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Sticking out his tongue, he put away this thought.

Anyway, she doesn't like Lu Pinao, so there's no need to meddle in his own business.

Even if it affects Liang Mu's impression of her, there will be no place to cry at that time.

"It's you, Xiaobai." Liang Mu raised his eyelids in depression, glanced at Bai Xi, and asked listlessly, "Buy books?"

"That." Bai Xi poked lightly with two index fingers, and lowered his head a little embarrassedly: "Boss Liang, I have a good friend who also wants to visit the bookstore, can, is it okay?"

Liang Mu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

But if you think about it carefully, Bai Xi who bought the strange book in the store is a weirdo.

The so-called birds of a feather flock together, Bai Xi's friends should also be weirdos.

In other words, there is a high chance of buying a book.

And this word-of-mouth transmission chain will become longer and longer.

Over time, more and more weirdos will come to the store to buy books.

The task of emptying the books in the store is also very promising!

At that time, he, Liang Mu, will be able to leave this ghostly place!

"Ahem. Xiaobai, then please bring your friend as soon as possible."

Although Liang Mu was excited in his heart, he couldn't make it too obvious on the surface.

Bai Xi, as the first customer in the store, is also an important starting link in the planned communication chain, so she must leave a good impression on her.

But even so, Bai Xi still noticed something was wrong.

Why did Mr. Liang Muliang, who always ignored her, use the words "as soon as possible" when referring to her friends?
Could it be!

Bai Xi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She has always felt that Liang Mu has a magical power that ordinary people do not possess, just like the books in this store.

Unconsciously, they will associate it with the legendary immortal who can pinch and calculate.

At this time, Liang Mu was in a hurry to find her friend. Could it be that he had calculated something dangerous about her friend? !

"Boss Liang, I, I'll bring my friend here right away!"

Bai Xi, who was almost scared to tears, ran out of the bookstore shivering.

Liang Mu looked in the mirror with some embarrassment: "Do I look so scary?"

"Uncle Liang Mu doesn't look scary!"

A boy's voice suddenly sounded.

At the door of the bookstore, a chubby man jumped in with a lunch box.

He was about seven or eight years old, and he looked like a tiger-headed man.

Especially a pair of big, thick and straight eyebrows, which makes her look more honest.

He came to Liang Mu and said with a serious face, "Uncle Liang Mu is handsome, but he is just a little worse than me."

Liang Mu: .
"Stinky boy! How many times have I told you to call me brother!"

Liang Mu glared at the boy, grabbed the lunch box from the boy's hand, and started cooking.

The boy's surname is Qiu, but his full name is not clear, Liang Mu. All he knows is that the neighbors in the neighborhood call him by his nickname - [Little Ball].

In addition to the homonym, it is also because he is round from head to toe, like a small meat ball.

Xiaoqiu's family owns a fast food restaurant.

When he has nothing to do, Xiaoqiu will also deliver food to his family.

Liang Mu was one of their guests.

Here I have to mention the painful system.

In addition to restricting Liang Mu from going out, the system also blocked all signals in the store.

This is also one of the reasons why Lu Zijun left behind his mobile phone, but Liang Mu was not interested at all.

But for Liang Mu, the most painful effect of this restriction is undoubtedly that he cannot surf the Internet!

From then on, it was a long night, and he could no longer use his mobile phone to chat with girls, lie in bed, watch videos, or watch short movies on the Internet like he did before time travel.
Even online food ordering, which used to be easy to do, is now only a dream.

If it wasn't for the coincidence that Xiaoqiu, who was wandering around, found the bookstore on the day of time travel, and thus ordered their long-term takeaway, Liang Mu would probably have become the first time traveler in history to be starved to death.

From then on, Liang Mu was like a prisoner locked in a prison, and Xiao Qiu was the relative and friend who came to visit the prison regularly to deliver meals.

So although Liang Mu despised Xiaoqiu on the surface, he was very grateful that this little fat man could come to chat with him from time to time.

"There are a lot of bad guys around recently, don't run around, kid, do you hear me?"

Liang Mu, who was pulling the lunch box, did not forget to tell Xiaoqiu.

Kui Ge's fierce look was a shadow that lingered in Liang Mu's heart.

"Uncle, I'm not afraid of bad guys!" Xiao Qiu proudly puffed out his chest, "I have a special trick to scare away bad guys!"

"You're young, don't brag like others." Liang Mu didn't raise his head.

"Don't you believe it? I'll show you a show!"

Xiaoqiu was in a hurry, pressed his hand to his throat, and opened his mouth to make a series of sounds.

"Dip woo~ rip woo~ rip woo~"

Liang Mu's chopsticks were frozen in the air instantly.

This sound was clearly the same as the siren he had heard before!
It turns out that the siren sound that scared Brother Kui away before was the masterpiece of this little guy?
"How's it going? Is my trick awesome?" Xiao Qiu looked like he was begging for praise.

Looking at the small ball in front of him, Liang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

He wiped the rice grains from his mouth, waved to Xiaoqiu and said, "Xiaoqiu, brother has given you a task."

"Mission?" Xiaoqiu looked blank.

"In the future, when you see bad guys approaching the alley on the street, especially a bald man with a knife scar on his nose, immediately use your trick to send me a signal!"

Liang Mu said with a serious face.

He did this, of course, to guard against existences like Brother Kui.

Although he can't leave the bookstore himself, he can inform Xiaoqiu who lives on the street.

Once danger approaches, it can also be prepared in advance.

Although doing so cannot fundamentally solve the problem, it is already the best way Liang Mu can think of to protect himself.

"But uncle, I'm sending a signal outside, can you hear it here?" Xiaoqiu looked confused.

After all, the street is more than 100 meters away from the bookstore deep in the alley.

"You don't have to worry about it so much, just send the signal."

Liang Mu smiled and touched Xiaoqiu's head, not intending to explain his hearing abnormality.

"What about the reward?" Xiao Qiu stretched out his hand in front of Liang Mu, and said with a serious face: "You are paid for playing games and doing missions, so you don't have missions, do you?"

"Silly boy, with this mission, you won't be so bored in the future. Isn't this considered reward?" Liang Mu said with a smile.

"I understand! Thank you, uncle!" Xiao Qiu looked grateful.

After the little ball bounced away, Liang Mu smiled happily: "This child has been smart since he was a child."

But when he looked at the face in the mirror, he sighed again: "Even children are fooling around!"
Evil system, you are turning a good young man into a profiteer! "

What Liang Mu didn't know was that someone in the Lu family was sighing at this time.

On the sofa in the living room, the Lu family father and son were wrapped in quilts, curled up on both sides of the sofa.

There seemed to be two words imprinted on the faces of father and son.

autistic.

(End of this chapter)