"Ah? Hire a liberal arts teacher?" In the afternoon, Mei Shi immediately put the plan to find a teacher for Ruan Ruan immediately on the agenda.

For this reason, Mei Shi also looked through the junior high school information provided by the system. There was no particular difficulty or strangeness, so Mei Shi was relieved to find it. She originally thought that if there were some strange materials in this information, how could he give other teachers teaching materials?

But it's fine, there's nothing.

Look, the small blackboard was put on the street and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Why are the little carrot heads old and you need to find a junior high school teacher?"

"Don't you bring someone else's little genius? You're so stupid that you look like something and you're also stupid. It's amazing!"

"Hey, who are you calling a fool?"

...

"Food food and accommodation? Five third-level crystal cores per month?" After a while, everyone's attention changed from the IQ of Xiaodou Ding Ruan Ruan to the treatment of this teacher.

"Ah... it's a little less, not enough to eat a few spicy hot pot meals."

"You are blind, you have bread and accommodation! Don't you want to eat as much as you want to eat malatang? Besides, I'll teach a child. What dangerous work do you think you are doing? It's good to give so many crystal cores."

"Oh! That's right, that's right! But if it were me, I wouldn't be able to support myself, hahahaha..."

Everyone was chattering in the crowd. Wen Xin had just talked with his teammates and the psychics in Haishi. After the talks, Wen Xin and his teammates were separated from this street that was not long but full of hope. As soon as he arrived, he found that everyone was gathering together and seemed to be talking about something.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Xin stepped forward and asked the passers-by next to him. The people next to him said enthusiastically: "Isn't Boss Mei wanting to find a teacher who specializes in history, politics and geography for her little brother? She also includes food and accommodation and five third-level crystal cores every month."

"Are there any requirements?" Wen Xin asked, but his eyes were already trying to see the words on the small blackboard clearly for the people in the innermost part.

"Yes, middle school teachers, especially liberal arts teachers, are preferred. It is not limited to whether they are psychics, but... who is not psychics, who is here?"

"Yes, if you really are psychics, everyone has teams that carry out missions every day. Who has time to be a teacher here every day? That crystal core - ordinary people are OK, but how can psychics live on such a crystal core, right?"

"Yes, yes." Wen Xin's heart, which had just become hot, suddenly became cold. Others said it well, like their superpowers often go out to perform missions, who doesn't get more of these five level three crystal cores?

It seems unrealistic for ordinary people to come here, and it is impossible to come here alone. If there is a family member of a psychic person... Wen Xin suddenly thought, what if the family moved here?

He seems to have no such strength yet for his current strength.

Although everyone is so popular, few people came to consult about this afternoon. They complained at the end of the evening, but Liu Liu also said directly: "Host, your salary is too low~"

"I have food and accommodation, and I have Jingke, where is there any less? Sangxi and the others are not paid yet?" As soon as Mei Shi said this, the three employees holding milk were inexplicably shot.

That's right, they are the three most exploited, and the formal employees don't even have a dime.

Yan Hui looked at the hot milk and pondered: What about the one who agreed to save his wife's money for his salary? When Yan Hui thought about this, he still seemed to be in his ears with Mei Shi's "deduct money, deduct money", "You will lose your salary next month!" and other series of sentences...

Alas~ I paid the wrong payment after all_(:з」∠)_

"Can the benefits of formal employees be compared with temporary workers? Just say you can live in, where do you live?"

"There are so many empty rooms at the door, it's great to just clean up a room."

"What about the pack?"

"Malatang, two meats, three vegetables and one staple food for each meal."

"..." Liu Liu looked at Mei Shi with a complicated expression, and finally sighed and said, "No matter how delicious the spicy hot pot is, it will make you angry if you eat too much. Meow~"

"Oh, then we also provide compressed biscuits and mutated wheat noodles in the base, which he can make by himself."

"So, you live here, you don't want anything during the holidays, you don't have much food, and your salary is so small. If you go back to the base and work hard, just five third-level crystal cores will not be enough for the travel expenses in this month!"

"..." This Mei Shi had thought about it, but...

"I just teach Ruan Ruan to teach class. If you can't be hungry or tired, you don't have to be exposed to the wind and sun, five level 3 crystal cores a month. What else do you want?" Mei Shi also had to consider the cost, so she just wanted to find a teacher. She was not happy if she gave too much crystal core.

"Or why don't you let Aunt Wanrong come?" Suddenly, Mingyi put forward an opinion.

"Huh? Aunt Wanrong?" Mei Shi was puzzled, but Ming Yi explained: "I remember Aunt Wanrong that I should have studied history before. If she came, she would definitely bring Pingping and An An. They were one or two years older than Ruan Ruan and had a playmate."

Seeing that Mingyi wanted to speak but stopped, Mei Shi looked at the employees behind her who were still drinking milk, and did not ask any more questions. She just nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll think about it."

Xiaoshi Malatang is open 24 hours a day every three days. At first, everyone didn’t know what was going on. After waiting for a long time, everyone discovered the reason for the 24 hours a day - entertaining some zombie guests.

And tonight is another 2-hour night.

"Brother Hong, it's so late, are you still going out?" Wen Xin, who had just finished taking a bath in the big bathhouse downstairs, went upstairs and saw his teammates packing clothes and preparing to go downstairs. The sharp-eyed Wen Xin saw that his teammates named Hong had a lot of crystal cores in his arms.

"Of course I'm going out. Those who come tonight have good things..."

"Those..." Wen Xinyi didn't react for a moment. When he reacted, Brother Hong also looked at him and asked, "Do you want to go down to see the world with your brother?"

"Okay." Wen Xin, who could not resist the curiosity in the end, nodded at Brother Hong's instigation.

When Wen Xin followed Brother Hong downstairs and arrived on the street, he saw that everything was brightly lit in front of him was still crowded with people on the street. Compared to the number of people during the day, he felt that there were more people at night, especially when there were many people setting up street stalls on both sides of the street.

"There are many psychics who come to this nightclub." Brother Hong explained to Wen Xin while walking around. Wen Xin listened carefully and followed Brother Hong to a street stall. The stall sells plant seeds. The stall owner wore a hat and lowered his head. Wen Xin couldn't see clearly.

"What kind of seeds of this mutant plant?" Brother Hong, as a wood-type psychic, had already squatted down and started to pick out such a seed. The stall owner didn't say anything, but just pointed his finger and instantly ripened a seed. A bright red rose with thorns bloomed in front of the two of them.

"There is... poison, thorn..." The boss described it in a nasty sentence. Brother Hong's eyes lit up. He could naturally feel the ferocity of the mutated rose. He began to lower his head and pick the seeds. Seeing that the other party was picking, the stall owner removed the rose in his hand from the blessing of the superpower and instantly withered on the stall.

"You're such a waste. If someone comes to you, you will turn it into a seed, isn't it a waste?" Wen Xin said kindly, but saw the other party suddenly raise his head, and half of the rotten face scared him so much that he fell to the ground...

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Wen Xin: I am a passerby, a tool person. My perspective is also called - the passerby's perspective. It is all because the author's name is too useless and drags me, a passerby, out n times. I am an innocent passerby, an tool person who is innocently dragged out by the author to see everywhere.

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Chapter completed!