Trafford’s Trading Club

With years of training to balance the body, even in this sudden situation, Ramirez instantly corrected her body without tripping herself.

It's just that after all, the heel was broken, and it was so thoroughly broken that Ramias felt that the heel was not broken by the wooden board, but cut directly by something...

In short, smiling, graceful and accommodating, Lamierce, as a teacher, eventually walked in front of Boss Lo and the maid.

Lamierce stretched her hand over her hips and pressed her skirt down before sitting down slowly... in a lady's seating position.

The maid had no expression behind Boss Lo, then took away the cup used by Teacher Pudding, and shortly afterwards came out with a cup of tea and placed it in front of Ramias.

Smile.

Cool tea.

The cup didn't even change.

Ramias hasn't spoken until the maid is busy, and Begum says, "Mr. Rochu, I thought a powerful magician like you should be able to study science such as engineering. I didn't expect it to be the simplest theology. ”

Is theology simple?

Probably for the existence of [non-human] beings, theology… mystery is something that will probably come into contact from the beginning —— something that the anthropologists studying at the academy have worked out based on historical records, and the scholarship of research is obviously more real than personal contact with them.

“I have no talent in engineering.” Boss Lo shook his head and said, "Miss Lamierce, is there something wrong? ”

“As a faculty mentor, should I have the right to care about students' after-school activities?” Ramias blinked, “Teachers, it's time to put student safety first. ”

Rochu laughed. “I'm in school. It shouldn't be a big deal. ”

“It's not necessarily safe, even in school," said Ramias. Have you heard of the campus shooting? A few years ago, a student came in here with a gun and shot a classmate. It's dangerous. ”

As a [non-human], of course, you won't be afraid of a small pistol in the hands of an ordinary student… this is just an open-ended conversation.

“Oh?”

But what Ramias couldn't imagine was that this young hacienda owner actually came along with the same interest and started asking down.

Of course, the shooting on campus a few years ago was true, but Ramirez had not yet come to the college to teach, and naturally she would not know much.

“I heard that the student who committed the crime did not have the punishment imagined because of his mental problems… but had also been expelled from the college. ”

Obviously, that's all she knows - and it happens to be heard from other faculty mentors.

“Miss Ramirez, the lunch break is over.” The maid is suddenly reminded: "As a faculty mentor, do you need to teach your lovely students this afternoon? ”

“I'm off today.” Lamia shrugged her hair, "Mr. Rochu, according to the agreement... in the meantime, I'm free to move around town, right? ”

“Of course.”

Ramias smiled and said, "In that case, my range of activities is right next to you... is that okay? Why don't you take my car back after school? And my car's suspension system, well done, would be very comfortable. ”

“No need.” Boss Luo shook his head directly, “I'm used to walking around town after school, not in a hurry to go back... and we actually have classes this afternoon. By the way..."

Boss Luo suddenly left the seat and walked into the closet beside him. He took out what he had and turned around to put it in front of Ramias. He continued: "For you, you should be able to deal with the problem of your shoes for a while. ”

Looking at the all-purpose glue on the table, Lamia smoked it unnaturally between her eyebrows... she immediately picked up the glue and said softly: “Since you have classes, I won't bother you... see you later. ”

Miss Sister walked fast at this time because she broke the heel on the other side - of course, it was always well known that such high heels were uncomfortable to walk.

“Go to class. ”

Boss Luo only assumed that nothing had happened, picked up the maid's hand, gently pinched her and left [Butterfly Club].

……

……

Hospital, outside the ICU.

When Mr. Smith returned from the shower, he saw a man in a tuxedo in a hallway chair outside the ICU door.

Looking in his twenties... Mr. Smith looked at the man's side face and felt quite familiar, familiar and strange.

“You seem to be... a teacher at the college?” Mr. Smith finally remembered a face he could occasionally see in the past - a customer of the restaurant he operated.

But somehow, Mr. Smith always feels younger than he ever seemed... perhaps because of his makeup?

Mr. Smith looked at the dress he was wearing and thought about it.

Mr. Prince… or Teacher Prince - Mr. Smith finally remembers the name of the restaurant's frequent visitor.

“I passed through here.” The man in the dress smiled and said, "I heard your wife was sick, so I was going to visit, but it just didn't seem like a good idea to get in. ”

Mr. Smith opened his mouth… In fact, the two sides are not familiar with each other, and in the limited number of meals on weekdays, it now seems that he is unable to recall much of the conversation.

Compassion, at best, is acquaintance - if it's a good friend or something like that, Mr. Smith would probably appreciate it… but at this point, the other person's words are somewhat abrupt.

“Have a heart.” Mr. Smith sat down next to the man in the dress thinking, "Debra would be happy to know. ”

The man in the dress said, "Yeah, your wife is the prettiest person in the world when she laughs. ”

Mr. Smith frowned... The tone of the man in the dress made him feel weird - but he didn't show up, just nodded, stopped talking... stopped speaking voluntarily.

He even hoped that the other person would leave voluntarily before ending this sudden encounter.

“I brought some presents.” The man in the dress looks at Mr. Smith and says, "I hope you can take it. ”

Mr. Smith looked at the box he had been holding in his hand and putting it on his leg - he had actually noticed the box from the beginning when he saw the man in the dress.

It's a beautiful patterned paper wrapped black, even a flower that Mr. Smith's wife, Mrs. Debra, loves.

How did he know… Mr. Smith's mind grew more and more confused and even frowned.

And the man in the dress said, “I was down and wandering, and I almost devoured all of me alone… I suffered countless failures… But your wife's smile saved me. That's a warm-hearted smile. So, trust me, your wife will be the one I'm most grateful for, the one who gave me life. ”

Mr. Smith couldn't help but feel the sincerity of the conversation.

In front of him, he saw a figure who had been grinded to the corner by life, lonely, walking in the street like a shell… Suddenly, a smile saved him from losing hope in life.

He had this experience… when he met his wife.

“I, too, have been saved by such a smile before, as if black and white time, instantly stained with the colour of a rainbow. ”

Mr. Smith eventually took the gift box from the man in the dress and thought about it, “Would you like to meet my wife? I can take you in… but only once. ”

“No need.” The man in the dress shook his head at the moment, "It's actually enough to be here... and it's the first time I've talked to Mr. Smith like this, I'll remember. ”

“I didn't say anything.” Mr. Smith shook his head.

“I'll come back when I get the chance.” The man in the dress stood up while wearing the tall hat, "excused me today… sir. ”

“What a weird guy.” Looking at the back of the man in the dress leaving, Mr. Smith was a little stunned… he shook his head again and then walked into the seriously ill room.

……

After disinfecting himself and changing into clean clothes, Mr. Smith suddenly glanced at the gift box he had left beside him when he entered the door.

Perhaps it would be a nice gift if her wife opened it herself the day she woke up?

I hope that day will come as soon as possible.

He came to the bed, pulled his wife's hand out of the quilt, and held it tight… Mr. Smith started praying - his wife was a devout believer, and so was he later.

Unconsciously, Mr. Smith fell asleep beside the bed... and almost every day he went to sleep for a period or two suddenly because he was tired.

Probably because he was too tired… every time he suddenly fell asleep, Mr. Smith woke up thinking so.

What he doesn't know is that every time he sleeps like this, someone gently pushes open the door of the ICU and slowly walks in… a man with a white shirt and white gloves.

Looking at the handles and whose two men, the man with the white shirt... Teacher Pudding had a soft smile on her face.

He loved the tranquillity and the scene in front of him - no doubt about it.

But he has seen countless landscapes in his life for more than 30 years, but he has only felt so fond of these two ordinary couples.

“Isn't that right, you should find a partner or something...”

Looking at Mr. Smith holding his wife's hand, he suddenly remembered the students who were with him in [Butterfly Club], and Teacher Pudding couldn't help but have a strange thought.

Sure enough, you've been single for too long. If you see this pair of shadows, you'll be hit by 10,000 points...

He shook his head, opened the gift box that the student had given him, and gently sprinkled the [mud from the flowers on the other side] onto Mr. Smith and his wife.

“[Flower clay on the other side]... even I've only heard of this stuff, I've never seen it.” Teacher Prynne sighed as she spoke, "Yellow Springs, an expression of Eastern Hell...”

As a professional seminary mentor with hard theological knowledge, Mr. Pudding quickly flashed his mind about the concept of [Yellow Springs].

In mythology, Eastern legends do have a much better set of words of life and death than Western mythology * * * * reincarnated.

But that's just an Eastern legend… For Teacher Pudding, after the death of man, there's probably only one place for the soul, and that's the source of his kind of power of death.

“Hope to see you born these days.” Teacher Pudding patted the mud stained on the gloves and looked at Mrs. Debra's tummy, smiling softer and softer, "Little Life. ”

He gently left the ward… Outside the quarantine room, a gift box wrapped in patterned gift paper caught his attention at this time.

Stop it.

Teacher Pudding has the idea of trying to open this box.

But at this time, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door, apparently the nurse and girl from the hospital came to the ward... Teacher Pudding, slightly hesitant, pushed the door open and went out.

Just met the nurse in person.

Teacher Pudding nodded without panic and the nurse girl nodded unconsciously, and Teacher Pudding naturally went out completely.

After a while, the nurse said to herself in confusion: “Didn't this guy just leave... when did he get dressed again? ”

……

“Why don't you go visit another old friend? ”

Outside the hospital door, Teacher Pudding looked at the sky... Sunset West, one of the thousands of sunsets he had seen, plain and ordinary.

In this town, one can count as a friend. Apart from the new student who only knew him for a short time, it was probably the only one in the church who would quietly pinch a few pages of romantic novels in the scriptures while preaching to the faithful.

He wanted to say hello before he left.

And in the setting of the sun, when he had set thousands of sunsets, he put himself under such a plain and ordinary setting, stretching out over the long streets.

……

……

The maid inserted the key and the beetle, resurrected by Dae-chul's hand, started again. Boss Lo sat on the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt carefully.

The maid drove out of the college parking lot in a pleasant mood.

Meanwhile, another black beetle truck on the corner of the parking lot started cold… Ramias held the steering wheel with one hand and placed a glass of happy water in the cup tray with the other - bought while waiting boringly.

Yes, she's been hiding in the car for an afternoon and sleeping in the middle of nowhere!

But when Ramias was ready to step on the throttle and catch up with the car in front, he saw the car vibrate suddenly and then bang... the head of the car came out with rolling black smoke.

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