I am a god in script killing

Chapter 106 The Summer of the God Festival (9)

"I'm here." Annan stopped and stood on the old steps to look at her. "Anyway, I left my contact information. I will have a chance to form a team in the future."

Bo Juan didn't say anything, but he understood that the child meant to drive people away.

[Look at Ninth Brother!Although the circumstances are justifiable, but thank you anyway, why are you still guarding me like a wolf, you wild cat! 】

069:"……"

It seems to be a simple idle complaint, ignore it.

"Yo, Xiao Nan is back."

A middle-aged woman wearing slippers walked out of the old residential building, and went out with a vegetable basket and met two people:
"You're skipping class again, can you become a talent if you don't study hard, and you still want to play games to make money? —Whose little girl is this?"

The woman looked Bo Juan up and down, and curled her lips for a long time: "You are so old and you come here, and you still like to play games without going to school?"

Annan frowned, his irritability was written all over his face, but before he could say anything, Bo Jun glanced at the woman calmly and said:

"You misunderstood. I studied at Stanford University and now make a million dollars a year."

After thinking about it, I added: "It doesn't count as a bonus."

Middle-aged woman: "..."

Annan: "Pfft—" He really couldn't hold back.

The middle-aged woman couldn't hold back, she smiled bluntly, and said, "The children are so powerful now, the ones raised by rich people are better than ordinary people", and then hurriedly withdrew.

"It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not." After a moment of silence, Bo Jun suddenly said something, Annan looked up at her, and finally nodded in approval.

There is no direct connection between quality education and having money.

[Ninth Brother, look. 】

When Bo Juan turned his head, he found that the walls of the buildings in this community were covered with old paint, and the word "demolition" was written in a red circle.

"This was planned before, and the work has not started until the money has been allocated."

Before 069 could speak, Annan followed Bo Jun's gaze, and explained first.

Bo Jun nodded clearly.

【I see. 】

So this group of people did not move away, occupying the dilapidated side of the city, daydreaming about renovating and renovating houses at every cost.

It's just wearing white clothes and walking around in flip-flops to bargain.

Sophisticated and snobbish.

"By the way, are you still playing games tomorrow?" Bo Jun asked suddenly.

Annan: "Play."

"Then play with me as a team?"

Annan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Bo Jun smiled without forcing it: "Think about it, and invite me if you can."

After saying that, she turned around and left. Annan didn't look at her either. He ran upstairs but hid by the dilapidated window and looked around.

069: "He's looking at you."

"I know, the wild cat is very defensive."

Bo Juan had no intention of looking back, but she stopped by the row of trash cans when she entered the alleyway and said to 069, "Brother Ninth, see if there is anything alive here."

When she passed by just now, she heard a slight sound, but Annan ignored it.

"thing?"

069 didn't expect Bo Jun to ask this, but he still opened the scan——

Don't say it, there really is.

"What is she doing?"

Annan saw that the row of trash cans was not far away. He had very good eyesight and could clearly see the girl moving a small step towards the trash can.

"It's so dirty there, what is she doing?" Annan guessed in confusion, "Is she going to throw out the trash?"

However, before he could figure out why, he saw the girl approaching the trash can in a few steps, picked up the trash bag and began to rummage through it.

Annan: "!" What's going on? !

"In the black garbage bag next to the trash can, the three bottom ones are inside..."

069 reminded: "Be careful, it's all vegetable soup leftovers, don't get it on your clothes."

"It's okay," Bo Juan didn't care about this, and didn't seem to smell the stench. He untied the black garbage bag without changing his expression, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "It really does!"

Just in the garbage bag, I saw it moving a little bit in a pile of leftovers.

——It was a kitten as thin as a bone, with a weak breath and a soft whimper.

(End of this chapter)