Pet King

Zhang Zian paid for the middle school girl, but it didn't mean that she didn't need to pay back the money, because it was equivalent to him lending her money, not giving it to her.

In this day and age, the one who borrowed money was the grandson, and the one who owed money was the master. He had doubts about whether this money would be wasted because this kind of verbal loan had no legal effect at all. It was more like a gamble.

In fact, he was already prepared for her to not pay him back. At most, he would just take it as compensation for the losses of the hidden fog teahouse a year ago, but he thought that he would at least get a thank you.

In the end, he paid with his eyes closed. Before he could open his eyes, he heard the voice of the middle school girl and the sound of small leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor moving quickly."Alright, I'll return the money to you in the future. I'll be leaving now!"

When he opened his eyes, he only saw her back disappearing behind the screen at the door. Then, with a creak, the door of the teahouse was pulled open and then closed.

The three people present, including him, were all dumbfounded.

Even the waiter, who had always had a bad opinion of him, complained on his behalf,""This ... Who is this person ... So rude at such a young age? You're not even going to say thanks?"

Shopkeeper ye shook his head and smiled bitterly. She didn't say much, but her eyes clearly said: I don't think you'll be able to get your money back.

Zhang Zian didn't know what to say. Were all middle school students like this? Or was it because he was in the middle of his second year of middle school, where he was the most Supreme in the world, so he was arrogant?

The most important thing was that she claimed that she wanted to pay him back. Even if it was just for show, she should at least ask for his contact information. Otherwise, how could she pay him back?

Perhaps he was really a busybody. It might be better to let the waiter call the police and then let the police call her parents to teach her a lesson, but children at this age often cared about their face, and criticism and education might not have the desired effect.

He thought of something and pushed the tea and snacks aside. He stood up and said hurriedly,""I'm going out for a bit. I haven't eaten yet. Don't take it away!"

Maybe it was because of his habit of training cats and dogs, he gave old time tea a look, meaning that he would go out and stop the girl and teach her a lesson.

Kittens and puppies didn't understand human language, were energetic and often very naughty. Things like knocking over cups, biting off wires, biting through sofas, tearing clothes, and peeing and defecating indoors were common. They often gave new breeders a headache, but they didn't know how to educate them. They could only scold or beat them up, but it wasn't necessarily effective.

In fact, the correct way of education was to catch them in the act of adultery on the spot, hold them down and scold them in the process of their crime, not wait until after the incident to teach them a lesson. In that way, they would not know why they were being punished. They were clearly just lying down quietly, but their master would yell at them fiercely or beat them up for no reason ...

Not only would they not learn their lesson, but they might also develop a conditioned reflex that "silence" was equivalent to "being beaten up," and they would be even more tormented next time.

Some customers also asked him what he would do if he went to work during the day or was not at home because of other matters. What if he came back and saw the scene of the tragedy?

There was no other way. He knew that his pets were naughty, but he didn't lock them in the cage or restrict their movements when they left home. He couldn't blame anyone else, but it was useless to get angry at this time.

That was why he wanted to stop the girl and point out her mistakes in front of her face, just like teaching a pet a lesson. However, she was not a pet, and no one knew if she would listen. He could only reason with her, but he couldn't really scold her or beat her up. If he did, he would be in jail ...

Education was one thing, but he had to specifically remind him not to clean up his refreshments. Otherwise, when he came back and saw that the untouched refreshments had been thrown into the trash can, he would really cry.

The innkeeper and the waiter also saw through his intentions, and no one stopped him. They all felt that the girl should indeed be educated.

He took a few steps forward, walked around the screen, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Luo Qingyu's Photography Club and the new girls in traditional Chinese clothing were all gone. They probably returned to school after shooting. Only a few old people in white clothes and white pants were left on the top of the mountain. Fati was still tied to a pillar under the porch, quietly squatting and watching the old people dance.

Seeing Zhang Zian come out, Fati stood up, thinking that he was going down the mountain.

He glanced around and didn't see the girl. He thought to himself that she was quite fast and had probably already walked down the mountain road. He waved at the French Tussler and quickly walked down the mountain road without explaining.

The mountain path was filled with mist, but there was still no sign of the girl.

He thought it was strange. Could she be a sports student? how could she be so fast?

The mountain path spiraled around the mountain. He thought that she had taken a turn and his vision was blocked, so he quickly went down the mountain path.

The steps were wet and slippery. It was always harder to go down the mountain than to go up. He focused his mind and chased down as fast as he could. After two turns, he still didn't see her. Instead, he saw Luo Qingyu, who was swaying like a bamboo pole.

As Luo Qingyu walked down the steps, he looked down at the photos he took today through the SLR LCD screen. He walked very slowly, not afraid of falling off the cliff ...

"Senior Luo! Stop!"

He caught up with Luo Qingyu and stopped him."Senior Luo, where's the newborn girl?"

"Who's your senior?" Luo Qingyu rolled her eyes at him."What junior high school girl?"

"The one you took a photo of at the top of the mountain." Zhang Zian explained.

Luo Qingyu was stunned."Didn't she go into the teahouse?"

"She just came out. Didn't you see her?" As Zhang Zian asked, he looked further down, but there was no one on the mountain road.

Without Luo Qingyu's answer, Zhang Zian had already gotten the answer from his expression.

There was only one mountain path, and it was quite narrow. Unless she could fly, it was impossible for her to pass by Luo Qingyu without being seen by him.

"Forget it, it's fine. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhang Zian shook his head, turned around, and started to go up the mountain again.

"Wait a minute! What happened?" Luo Qingyu asked with great interest. He vaguely sensed that something strange might have happened. Although he usually focused on portrait and landscape photography, he didn't mind taking a few news and documentary photos occasionally, as long as he could become famous and make money.

"Nothing. I was just joking with you since you were all alone." Zhang Zian laughed."When you go down the mountain, look at the road. Don't always look at the camera. If you miss your step, there is no nine yang Scripture hidden under the cliff."

Luo Qingyu gave him the middle finger in disdain and mouthed "go to hell". He continued to look down at the camera as he walked up the steps.

Zhang Zian waited for Luo Qingyu to disappear into the fog, then he returned to the top of the mountain as fast as he could.