The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

"Then you come here for a few days, I happen to be on vacation." The store owner handed him a bottle of repairing cream: "This is for your ribs, be careful not to touch the water, and the color will look good after a week of cultivation."

Bian Jing didn't expect him to agree so quickly, without even asking him the basic information: "Is that how you hired me?"

The shop owner cleaned up the table and asked, "Otherwise?"

Pointing around the room: "Do you see anything valuable here?"

Looking around, the tattoo guns are all put away in the room. There are only a few sofas, chairs and lamps in the store: "Then what's the use of asking me?"

Store owner: "For someone to watch the store, you know, the store door is always open, that is a destination, in the words of your children now, there will always be a bright light to light your way home."

Unexpectedly, he was still a warm-hearted shop owner, Bian Jing felt a little interesting, and asked, "Then boss, who are you waiting for?"

The shop owner looked at him with a pensive expression on his face. After a long time, he handed him the shop key and said in a joking tone, "Wait for a widow."

A widow, that is, a person who can never be.

Bian Jing put away the key, put it in his trouser pocket, and didn't comment.

"You start working today. I mean you can come anytime to see how you look. Are you still a high school student?"

Bian Jing moved his lips: "Second year in high school."

The store owner let out a sigh of relief and asked, "You are so confident in your grades when you don't write questions at home in the second year of high school and come out to work?"

Grades are the only thing Bian Jing can do, he nodded and said, "It's not bad."

The shop owner pointed at him and said with a smile: "You boy, if you ask me anything, you can answer it all right, isn't it true? I don't do anything to delay people's future!"

Bian Jing raised his eyes to look at him, and said calmly, "It's probably the first in grade."

"Is this okay?"

Bian Jing blinked his eyes, the shop owner surrendered, Renxueba might really think that being the first in grade is "not bad", he tidied up the front desk and came out, vacated a seat for him, and said: "You can come to study if you want, play games It's okay, I will send you the computer password later, in short, just open this place, and you will go back when I come back."

Bian Ding nodded, and said, "Okay."

Shop owner: "Call me when you come. If you don't come to see me, you don't have to call me. There are two tattoo artists in the shop. I will give them a holiday. You can stay here from today on. Take the information and read it yourself, and I will teach you things when I have time."

"it is good."

Bian Jing sent the shop owner out, one didn't ask about his background, the other didn't ask about his salary, Bian Jing thought it was funny.

Pull out the knowledge about tattoos under the table and start looking.

Seeing at night, the shop owner came back after dark, and Bian Jing got off work and went to the rental house. It is 28 years old, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

Back home was still deserted, Bian Jing turned on the TV, switched channels at will, it doesn't matter what you watch, just let some sound come out from the room.

After Bian Jing cleaned up the house, Yue Yang sent him a message: "Brother Jing, today's final payment has been collected, shall we still sell notes tomorrow?"

Bian Jing thought for a while, and replied: "I won't sell it anymore." Illegal printing and selling in large quantities is a matter of imprisonment.

Yue Yang gave up, and asked: "It's okay, Brother Ting also came to visit the Hanxi River today, and asked why you weren't here."

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he squeezed it tightly when he heard the important name, then he relaxed and asked flatly, "Then what did you say?"

Yue Yang snorted, he knew Bian Jing more or less, he didn't want to tell who beat him, Yue Yang would not take the initiative to tell Xie Ting.

"I just said that you stayed up late and couldn't get up. I took out my things and came out. He probably won't disturb your sleep."

Bian Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you!"

"But Brother Jing, you may not be able to hide it from the past. The squad leader organized students who are still in the city to sing today, and Brother Ting will also go."

"Okay, I see." After Bian Jing hung up the phone, the monitor called in and asked him if he was going to sing.

The side view looked around the house, it was deserted.

"go."

He must have been driven crazy by his family, the monitor was already surrounded by many people, the classmates around him were chattering, the music was already playing, and Cao Wei had already opened his voice over there.

"Okay then, I'll send you the room number, come here."

Bian Jing hung up the phone, but the phone hadn't been put down yet, another call came in soon, Bian Jing picked it up and looked at it, guessing in his heart, could it be that these three were all lining up to call?

One after the other, seamlessly.

"Hey."

"Brother Jing, where are you?"

"Home."

"Come down."

Bian Jing sometimes thinks that crushing on a horse is not a thing, it is like taking a drug to obey a person absolutely, when Xie Ting said "Come down", he didn't even open the window to confirm, just grabbed the scarf and went out up.

He ran out like the house was on fire.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his mind and knew how to turn off the TV before running downstairs.

Downstairs, Xie Ting was leaning on the lamppost. The light illuminated his whole body. He was wearing a long windbreaker, sweater and trousers, and a peaked cap that pressed his eyes. Only the sharpened mandible and straight nose could be seen.

He was dressing up everyday, but Bian Jing felt that this man was as handsome as a god descending from heaven.

Every time I look at it, I fall into a point.

Bian Jing deeply felt that it was not at 01:30 that he was mentally handicapped, or that he was a brainless bean curd paste.