Because it was getting late, everyone dispersed.

As for the mess here, there are servants who come to clean up and organize it.

However, after everyone left, Xia Wushuang did not leave either.

He stood here, quietly looking at the blood all over the ground and the head of the mutated black tiger thrown out, letting the sunset slant, gradually lengthening his shadow, and he didn't move at all.

Xia Wushuang was recalling the incident and simulating the battle between Xia Xin and the mutant black tiger in her mind. At the same time, she simulated the possible reactions she might make in the face of such a thing.

Then he found out...

A sound of footsteps sounded behind him.

Xia Wanqing took graceful and luxurious steps, her graceful body gently swung her face, and slowly came to Xia Wushuang's side. Her beautiful eyes swept across her serious and handsome face, and then turned her eyes to the huge, terrifying mutated black tiger's head.

"Is there anything unusual? Do you think he used special technology, or... his Japanese are awakened?"

"No."

Xia Wushuang replied with a serious expression, "When he came out, I looked carefully. The Japanese did not wake up, and his Japanese should not be awakened."

"How can one defeat such a genetic monster by manpower alone? It doesn't look like he was stabbed by a bomb. Did he hide any laser, rays, and other weapons?"

Xia Wanqing's knowledge about fighting is relatively limited.

Xia Wushuang pulled out the soft sword from her waist, and came to the side of the mutated tiger head step by step. Then she gently raised the long sword and swung it down with a "swish". A brilliant light passed through the air in the moment she came into contact with the tiger head, and a metal-like sound sounded.

Xia Wanqing looked at it again and found that there was only a very shallow wound at the position where Xia Wushuang had just scratched the tiger's head with his sword.

"I have used seven points of force to this sword, and even his skin has not been completely cut. Without awakening the Japanese, he cannot draw deeper than me, but look at the incision at the head!"

“…”

Xia Wanqing couldn't see clearly. It was not until she took a few steps that she realized that the cut at the incision of the tiger's head was neat. Although the wound was a bit bloody and a little shocking, she still realized that the wound was a bit too neat.

"If I want to cut this way, even I must hold the Wolong Sword in the Japanese half awakening. Not to mention the Japanese, the broken dagger in his hand cut out the gap. There were several cracks in the middle of the dagger. It can be seen that after a fierce battle, there were many wounds on this body that he cut out, but the cut should not be cut by him. At least, it would not be cut entirely by him. Without magical weapons, he could not cut out such gaps."

“…”

Xia Wanqing was amazed in her heart that Xia Wushuang's keen thinking and meticulous observation. Just after just a group of kung fu, Xia Wushuang could see Xia Xin clearly, and even the dagger clearly saw it. "What do you mean is there are people in the cave holding a famous sword?"

Xia Wushuang's eyes crossed more than ten meters away, looked at the collapsed hole, and said slowly, "It's not only a famous sword, but also an extremely superb martial art. Ordinary masters are useless... I don't know the others, I only know that Xia Jianxing has a famous sword in his hand, and the sword name Wuying. This sword is not on Xia Xin."

When Xia Wanqing heard this, she suddenly widened her eyes, "Wait, what you mean is..."

Xia Wushuang shook her head, didn't answer the words, and said lightly, "Go back."

...

...

When in the cave, it was a strong will to survive to support Xia Xin to survive.

He knew very well that he could not die, and he was still waiting for him every night. He could never die, and he could not die in such a place.

It is this will to survive that makes him fight tenaciously.

Then, Xia Xin was carried to the bed and lay flat.

He fell into a long dream.

A beautiful dream that was still there every night.

He found that as long as there are every night, no matter how hard the past is, it is worth it and warm. Although there is no money, it is very warm.

Now that I have money, I am full of emptiness.

It will not regret it until you lose it.

Many things are like this. When you are by your side, you don’t feel anything. When you lose it and it’s irreversible, you will know how important that is to you.

His memory is gradually reviving.

Xia Xin dreamed of the past when he was still in high school.

At that time, I still slept with every night every day.

Just under the golden sunset, the warm glow shone from the office windows to the old wooden table in the office.

Xia Xin was left alone in the office, facing Huang Wenping, a menopausal Chinese teacher known as Black Widow.

Huang Wenping wore a pair of black-edged eyes with large borders, looked in a bad mood, and frowned and stared at Xia Xin who was slightly thin in front of her.

"Tell me about you, tell me about you... I got another 35 points, how do you ask me to teach you."

Huang Wenping pointed at the questions on the test paper and scolded loudly, "Here, what Lu Xun wants to express, the techniques used by Zhu Ziqing here are all very simple questions? Can you all make mistakes? Haven't I explained them all in class?"

Xia Xin replied in a low voice, "You haven't said it."

"I've said nonsense, I've clearly said that these are all questions that have been taught in class. I asked you to highlight the key points of this article, analyze the meaning, and ask you to copy it and go back to memorize it. I have repeatedly emphasized that the exam is the one you are wrong in the whole class, and you dare to argue."

Xia Xin was a little muted at that time and replied honestly, "You didn't say it in class, you said it in extracurricular tutoring class, and you haven't taught Zhu Ziqing in class yet."

"I..." Huang Wenping thought for a while and found that she was indeed saying it in an extracurricular cram school, but she was not guilty and still taught her lesson with confidence, "Then why don't you come to extracurricular cram school? Other students' extracurricular cram school class will improve their grades. Haven't you seen it?"

Xia Xinqiong raised his gaze, looked at the fierce devil teacher in front of him timidly, and whispered, "Because you didn't talk about half of the questions on the test paper, you were taught in the cram school."

"Oh? What does this mean? It only means that you don't want to study hard at all, otherwise why can't you even get 200 yuan? This is related to your college entrance examination. If you have paid all other students, you haven't paid them, and even students who are better than you have come to study. Why don't you come? No, now you can't find someone worse than your studies."

Huang Wenping looked angry and fierce, "I am an excellent teacher. If you teach a student like you, where will you put my face in the classroom? If you don't go to class, and don't study hard, can you improve like this? How do you want me to teach you..."

Xia Xin was trained for almost half an hour when standing in the office.

Finally, Huang Wenping felt that it was almost done. She was so dry that she drank her mouth. She took a sip of water and moistened her throat, "Oh, you will be helpless like this. Why don't you come to tutor? I'll ask your dad to see me tomorrow."

"He is dead." Xia Xinmuran replied.

"Single-parent family, no wonder they look like they are useless. Then ask your mother to come and see me."

"She's dead, too."

"...then you don't need to see me anymore. Where is your guardian, grandparents, uncles and aunts, just call someone to see me. I'm thinking about your future."

“…”

Xia Xin was already so dizzy that he could hardly hear what the menopause devil teacher said. Finally, he walked out of the office in a daze, worried about whether he would be late for work.

He works in a restaurant, which is considered average in this area, occupying two stores. It has good decoration, rich dishes, and many people come.

But that's for customers.

For Xia Xin, the boss's surname is Zhang, and Xia Xin secretly called him Zhang Bamao, which means that the geese pass by and pluck the hair, which is very harsh.

Xia Xin’s monthly salary is 600, of course this is an ideal salary.

For example, if he is late today, he will be deducted 5 yuan. Then he will be responsible for the work weight of 2 or 3 people alone, serving dishes, pouring dishes, washing dishes, wiping tables, washing dishes and sweeping the floor, and running errands to deliver vegetables. Anyway, except for the boss's wife who is responsible for the food, Xia Xinlai has to do everything else.

There was someone who could not bear the workload before.

Originally, this hair plucking photo didn't want Xia Xin, so he didn't want to be accused of hiring child labor. However, Xia Xin was cheap and cheap labor.

He tried his best to explain to Xia Xin that he must tell people that his relatives were helping with him, not to mention working, otherwise he would not be paid.

Xia Xin also agreed.

Basically, if you get 600 a month, you usually get more than 400. No matter where you wipe it clean, you will be deducted from your salary if you run errands slowly.

It would be great to have more than 400, because for Xia Xin, the life-saving money is the money to survive, so he naturally did not have the extra 200 yuan and went to hand over the cram school.

If he has more than 400 yuan, he will deduct some hard expenses. In fact, he can dominate more than 10 yuan a day. Usually his consumption standard is that out of 10 yuan, his sister accounts for 7 yuan and he accounts for 3 yuan. He tries to be frugal every day and saves as much as possible. For example, if he spends 5 yuan today, he can only spend 1 yuan tomorrow.

Xia Xinde carefully calculated the daily expenses.

At that time, he had not yet contacted League of Legends. Although the network administrator later deducted some, he earned much more than he did when working.

Xia Xin goes to work at 4:30 and gets off at 7:00.

The only benefit of working here is that occasionally, some dishes are left and the boss doesn't like it, so he will order Xia Xin to pour it out. Xia Xin can take the opportunity to put it in a plastic bag and keep the leftovers for himself to eat. It's delicious, and even bring it back for Yeye to eat.

However, what he was worried about now was another thing. Tomorrow is Yeye's birthday. He needed some money to buy a gift for Yeye. He wanted to buy a new schoolbag for Yeye. Yeye's schoolbag was broken. Yeye's schoolbag was so broken that it was covered with holes and worn threads everywhere, which was quite ugly. He also went to several schoolbag stores to see it. After careful consideration and comparison, he found a cute and cheap schoolbag with magical girls and vampire girls printed on them. He thought Yeye would like it.

However, the schoolbag costs 80 yuan, and Xia Xin has repeatedly bargained, and the boss only agreed to sell it to him 60 yuan.

Xia Xin said that he had booked it and told the boss not to sell it and leave it to him.

He wanted to hand over his birthday gift to Yeye at midnight.

"Well, boss, can I make a fulcrum of my salary? It's almost 60." Xia Xinqiong came to the backstage and asked Zhang Bamao timidly.

"Go and go, don't know how to work hard all day long, just want to get the money. Is there such a good thing?"

"But it's time to get off work."

"What's the matter after get off work? Have you wiped your desk?"

"Damn it."

"Has the land been dragged?"

"Dragged."

"Have you washed the dishes?"

“It’s washed.”

“…so fast!”
Chapter completed!