After going around and around, I finally found the VIP Building.

It's actually quite easy to find. It's quite far away from other buildings, probably so that the VIPs inside won't be disturbed.

From the outside, the decoration is quite tasteful, not as vulgar as the school gate. Although it only has two floors, it combines the advantages of both Chinese and Western styles. Even if the President of the United States lives here, it will not be a loss of face.

It's more like a hotel than an apartment. No wonder no students know about Apartment No. 8.

There are people standing guard at the main entrance (still dressed like Flying Tigers), and the rest of the place is surrounded by a red wall as high as one person.

By the way, this little girl Amy is really unreliable. Firstly, she never thought about how I would enter the school, and secondly, she never thought about how I would get over this wall. I had to use my revolutionary spirit to resolve my feelings myself!

You Americans who don't plan seriously will be eliminated sooner or later by the revolutionary spirit of our Chinese people!

Fortunately, the wall is not too high and I can still climb over it.

First I threw a pebble to ask for directions, and listened to the sound of footsteps without patrols. Then I threw my shoulder bag in, but there was still no sign of being discovered.

I stepped back to run, jumped lightly, grabbed the top of the wall, and climbed into the courtyard wall without much effort.

As I expected, there was no one inside the courtyard wall.

There was a dog staring at me.

A purebred sled dog, with black stripes on a white background, blue eyes, and a muscular body. I think it would be taller than Amy if it stood up.

Damn, you have a dog! It’s so big! Is it a police dog raised by the security guard? If it bites me, I will have to be sent to the hospital for treatment!

No, there is no need to bite me, as long as it screams, I will be discovered by the security guard, and the mission of delivering the square notebook to Amy will fail!

Amy, you idiot! You are such a greedy and rude idiot! You didn’t tell me any difficulties I might encounter along the way! If you had known, I would have brought two ham sausages over!

Besides, this dog is too bad! I threw rocks and schoolbags just now. If you want to bark, you should have barked earlier!

He is silent and mute, and the stone schoolbag is ignored. Do you have to come in, the rightful master, to open your mouth and ask someone to arrest you?

I really want to kick this bad dog away and turn it into a star in the sky!

Unfortunately, besides loving meat, I am basically an animal protectionist.

So I decided to negotiate with this dog in Panmunjom.

Everyone, take a step back. Don't bite me, and I won't bite you either.

I thought there was a way, because although the dog looked at me seriously, it didn't mean to pounce on me.

From time to time, I would smell the schoolbag I threw on the ground to see if there was anything to eat.

The tail was wagging.

This dog is definitely not a police dog, at most it is someone’s pet.

Even so, pet dogs also have the responsibility of looking after homes and homes, and they may bark when they see strangers.

I have to be more careful.

The first step was to get my shoulder bag back from under its nose.

I am actually more confident when getting along with animals than when getting along with people.

Before I met Bully, I had two future aspirations. The first was to be a bookstore owner, and the second was to be a zookeeper.

I think both jobs are quite leisurely.

When I was a child, my grandparents had many cats. Every cat liked to lie on my lap when I was reading. Some cats that couldn't get a seat would just lie on my head.

I finished reading 45 volumes of "Doraemon" with cats all over my body.

Later, when I lived with my father, I even had a dog. The little yellow dog always looked at me with its dark eyes, as if it wanted to talk. Sometimes I felt that not only could it understand my words, but I also

Can read some of its thoughts.

When I walk in the square, there are always cats and dogs rubbing against my feet.

Regardless of whether their owners are boys, girls, or adults, I am always shocked when they first see them.

But seeing their pets mingle with me, I also expressed how much I liked the pets, so they would eventually start a conversation with me.

"Hey, not just everyone likes my Diandian!"

"Young man, you have a dog at home, right? I heard that dog owners smell like dog, and other dogs can smell it too!"

Once in the park, a little young lady watched me playing the hoop game with his Samoyed dog (I made a circle with my hands), and giggled while watching.

I'm very surprised why this young lady isn't afraid of me.

"Eh? What's so funny about you, a naughty kid? Your parents aren't around, aren't you afraid that I'll abduct you?"

Little Shota was lying on the green bench with her chin in her hands and her feet swinging behind her buttocks.

Just laugh and don't speak.

Later, when his parents saw their son with a fierce-looking person like me, they took their son away in a hurry.

Before being taken away by his parents, little Shota turned around and said to me with a smile: "Brother, let's play together next time!"

Who wants to play with you?

In fact, I just wanted to play with his Samoyed dog, and it felt quite comfortable to have my hands licked by the Samoyed dog's big warm tongue.

The little yellow dog I once had had poor health since he was a child.

In those two years, I took him to various pet hospitals.

Although there are times when I get proper treatment and run and jump with me on the grass in the sun.

But in the end, he still couldn't withstand the attack of the disease and passed away quietly in my arms.

I didn't ask my father for help, so I buried it under the garden of the community by myself. Since then, I have never had a dog again.

I envy people who can raise dogs, and I envy their courage.

I don't have that kind of courage anymore.

Ah, I actually feel a little sad as I say that. I'd better concentrate on dealing with this sled dog.

"Rolo, lolo, lolo~~~~~"

The sled dog looked at me blankly and didn't respond.

"Goooooooooo~~~~~"

The sled dog still looked dumb and unresponsive.

"Chi chi chi chi chi chi ~~~~~"

The blank look on the sled dog's face turned into contempt.

Eh? How come you, this stupid dog, have no understanding of human nature? Didn’t I tell you in three languages: Let you return my schoolbag to me?

I took a step forward to grab my schoolbag. When the sled dog saw me approaching, he lowered his head and bit the strap of the schoolbag.

It grabbed one end of the schoolbag, and I grabbed the other end, and we were in a tug-of-war situation.

Let me go! You evil beast! There is nothing to eat in there! If you don’t let go, believe it or not, I will strangle you to death!

No matter how much I blow my beard or stare at him, he always looks like he is protecting his food.

Finally I decided to touch its head.

It's my special skill. I can often calm cats and dogs by stroking their heads and chins.

"Be good, be good, don't make trouble and leave your schoolbag to me~?"

I was ashamed of my tone.

After stroking the hair behind its ears for more than a dozen times, the sled dog's eyes and body gradually relaxed. Not only did it loosen its mouth, but it also lay on its back shamelessly on the ground, hoping that I would massage its belly.

Although I wanted to turn around and leave, I was afraid that it would scream, so I had to give it a few perfunctory strokes on its bare belly, and then tiptoed to the flower bed behind.

Seeing that I didn't continue to touch it, the sled dog was a little disappointed, but it didn't follow it again. It probably knew that there was no food in my bag after smelling it for a long time, right?

This greedy dog! The owner who raises it must also be a lazy person!

The VIP building was built facing north and south, so I followed the fence and walked around to the northeast corner and looked at the flower bed in front of me.

That's right, the sunflowers all over the ground should be here.

I heard from my father that sunflowers are annual herbaceous plants that only bloom in July and August. The flowering period is only two weeks. They will die in winter and must be resown next year.

The sunflowers in this flower bed are all dead!

It looks so ugly! The leaves are wilted and the flower disks are drooping, as if there is a memorial service.

The real world is really ugly. Look at how good the sunflowers in "Plants vs. Zombies" are. They are invincible in all seasons and can be upgraded. Just be careful of imp zombies and digging zombies.

And although this VIP building looks good on the outside, the gardener doesn't seem to be very good. Even if you run a QQ farm, you should pull out the plants and plant new ones as soon as possible if they wither!

If you don’t plant new ones, how disappointed will be the people who come to steal the vegetables!

Ah, I was thinking of something useless again. I shouldn't have listened to my father talk about his glorious deeds in running the farm at the dinner table.
Chapter completed!