Zheng Hope slowly raised his head and smiled at the old curator.
Just when the old curator thought he would definitely agree, and even couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Zheng Hope refuse: "I'm sorry, I can't."
"Old comrade, don't bully me just because I'm young. I understand that there are no rules in everything. Rules can be established and cannot be broken. Even if you tell me now that the rules have been changed, it will only be after eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
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"Because, when I work as a night security guard, the rules I need to abide by are the rules you told me before I took up the job." Zheng Xixi said with a smile.
He now suspected that the old curator didn't like him and deliberately wanted to mess with him!
Gee, maybe it’s not the old curator who wants to mess with him, but it’s just how the test of the game is set up?
How could the old curator have imagined that Zheng Xiang could politely refuse him without mercy!
"You!" The old curator was so angry that his face was distorted and he gritted his teeth and said, "You will definitely regret it!"
After saying these harsh words, he walked into the heavy rain without looking back.
Seeing the old comrade's decisive departure, Zheng Hope shrugged and closed the museum door again.
Tsk, if I had known that the rules would hurt me, why would I be so strict with others?
This is really shooting yourself in the foot.
I wonder who God will spare.
Zheng Hope was complaining in his mind as he raised his feet and walked towards the third exhibition hall.
Everyone else watching from God's perspective saw that the old curator quickly disappeared after walking into the dark rain curtain, just like the pair of grandparents and grandchildren begging from Zheng Hope.
Of course, Zheng Xixiang had no idea about this at this moment.
As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked at the dark world outside through the glass window. He said to himself in confusion: "Strange. Isn't it raining now? Why is it raining on the glass now?
If there is no trace of rain, does it mean it is dry?”
Zheng Hope scratched his head in confusion, "Could it be that... this is the legendary... rain in some areas?!"
Perhaps he still had doubts in his mind, so he walked to the door again and found that the glass at the door was also dry.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems that that old colleague is possessed by a degenerate spirit, right? Wherever he goes, it rains, and they are specially designed to let him get wet. Who makes him always have a poker face?"
As Zheng Xixi spoke, he raised his hand and touched his face.
"As the saying goes, boys who love to laugh will not have bad luck. This sentence is indeed true."
That old comrade always had a poker face, as if he had lost hundreds of dollars, so no wonder he was favored by the bad god.
Zheng hopes to keep walking.
Just when he walked into Exhibition Hall No. 1, the sound of tinkling piano sounded again in Exhibition Hall No. 3!
For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on Zheng Hope's face, giving people the feeling that he was finally getting serious.
He sped up and ran towards Exhibition Hall 3.
In order to reach Exhibition Hall No. 3 faster, he directly chose to go to Exhibition Hall No. 2 this time.
Zheng Xixi just ran towards Exhibition Hall 3 to see what was going on there, and did not notice anything strange in Exhibition Hall 2.
In the second exhibition hall, all the exhibits are butterfly specimens.
