Fortunately, that K didn't need Zhong Ping's urging and they ate together. However, two-thirds of all the crunchy, green vegetables went into Zhong Ping's belly, which made Zhong Ping, who didn't really love nature, miserable.
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After the meal, Zhong Ping had a magical feeling that he had survived a catastrophe. His intuition told him that K, who had put away the knife, had no intention of disemboweling him again, so he relaxed completely and began to follow the person sitting opposite him again.
K, who had been looking at the kitchen and the outer door, asked, "What do you do?"
K squinted his eyes and looked at Zhong Ping like a fool. He answered after a while: "Killer."
Zhong Ping was speechless. Is there such a painful profession now?! Or K didn't want to talk to him at all... But the two of them just sat in the kitchen without saying anything, and he didn't even throw away the leftover vegetable soup.
He didn't dare to throw it away, the atmosphere was too stiff. So he continued to talk: "What about before you became a killer?"
"Black market boxing." K answered unexpectedly candidly. He seemed to feel that the atmosphere where no one was talking was a bit awkward.
This made Zhong Ping even more speechless. It seemed that no matter what he asked, the other party could lead the topic to an unknown area. But now he didn't even know K's name, so he could only follow the clues: "How much money can you make..."
"many."
"By the way, what's your name?" Zhong Ping tried his best to bring the topic to a life he was familiar with.
"king, you can call me k."
"K... Do you want to take a bath? I'll boil the water..." Zhong Ping despaired of this unreasonable world.
This was really a good topic, because K hesitated for a long time and nodded, indicating that the conversation was effective. Zhong Ping didn't have to sit in the kitchen and endure the awkward atmosphere. Under K's gaze, he slowly moved to the bathroom and turned on the water heater, then sat down
I sat on the toilet seat silently thinking about what made things develop like this.
Well, maybe it was because his girlfriend asked him to "check out her boyfriend." Maybe the fundamental reason was that he actually went to "check out her boyfriend" for a moment. Well, now he has become a kind of
He is a hostage. As long as he keeps to himself, he will not be killed and silenced. And now his girlfriend is sulking and drinking herbal tea.
I left my girlfriend aside and was kidnapped without permission. How confusing...
Before he could sit on the toilet and get emotional, K's voice came in coldly from outside: "The poop is outside, I want to check it."
"I'm not old yet..." Zhong Ping replied nonchalantly, stood up and winked twice in the mirror, then pushed the door open and walked out of the toilet with a frown on his face.
"Don't even think about hiding it privately!" K ordered sternly.
"Why should I hide my feces secretly..." Zhong Ping retorted feebly, looking at K's serious expression, he started talking again.
"It's outside the toilet, I'll check it." K reiterated the discipline.
Zhong Ping opened his mouth but said nothing. The fear was not as serious as before, he just couldn't think of anything to say. Speaking of pooping for others to check... everyone would be extremely embarrassed. Even the hospital
Just take a sample! Now, let’s do a comprehensive inspection. There might be some undigested enoki mushrooms in there...
As he thought about it, Zhong Ping felt the desire to vomit, but vomiting probably wouldn't be of much use to what he swallowed at this time.
After that, Mr. Killer politely acted as a bodyguard and condescended to spend half the night on the sofa. He spent the first half of the night staring at Zhong Ping and waiting for him to go to the toilet. Due to his subconscious resistance, Zhong Ping had no shit all night.
The moment Zhong Ping landed lightly in the morning, K also woke up from his light sleep. Just like yesterday, he watched with cold eyes as Zhong Ping had bad habit of lying on the kitchen table, pouting at yesterday's surviving bun, and then opened it.
After looking at the refrigerator for a while, I opened the kitchen window to get some air. After a while, I finally discovered and remembered his existence, and my face froze with fear.
Zhong Ping didn't ask and didn't dare to ask K if he wanted to go out to do something during the day or simply stay at his house to look after the house. He tremblingly asked him if he could go to work soon.
K answered in the affirmative and handed him a plastic bag that he found out from somewhere: "Remember to bring it back after excreting."
Zhong Ping went to work with a sad face.
Parents were sending their children to the kindergarten during the day care class. In addition to those who had to bring their favorite toys to the kindergarten before they would enter the house, there were also a few lying on the floor acting coquettishly and refusing to walk. The parents picked them up and forced them away.
Lost inside.
Zhong Ping burst into tears: This is life, real life!
First, we coaxed the child who was still crying after being thrown in, and led the whole class in the middle class to play an English game of identifying ear and nose. Then we took him to the yard and followed the senior class to do bunny jumping gymnastics to the music. Then it was time for fun teaching in mathematics.
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Zhong Ping was supposed to be dancing and giving lectures at this time, and his partner Zhuang Hua was helping to maintain the order below that was in chaos without even seeing it. The moment he saw Zhuang Hua, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom - he
Don’t forget that this fellow kindergarten teacher with a human face and an animal heart is K’s accomplice!
When Zhuang Hua saw Zhong Ping stiffened, he smiled apologetically: "Let's finish the lesson first."
The lecture went smoothly, and the children's atmosphere was very high. However, the reason for the high atmosphere may be that Zhong Ping changed the result of 12+5 on the math building blocks to 18, which is a mistake that even kindergarten children would not make.
Finally, when it was time for the children to place their building blocks, Zhong Ping rushed to Zhuang Hua with a face full of curiosity and stared at Zhuang Hua, asking: "Let's discuss where you should start..."
"I didn't mean it..." Zhuang Hua defended.
"He lives in my house now! Waiting for me to poop every day! When will you take him away? Then he accidentally touches his fur... What do you want me to do!" Zhong Ping presented his discussion opinions without worry.
Zhuang Hua held back his smile suspiciously, then straightened his expression: "He promised not to hurt you. Besides, it's just a matter of looking at shit. Let him watch it."
"Have you ever let anyone see shit? Do you know what it feels like to have people examine excrement... This is too much for me to look at..."
"No," Zhuang Hua shrugged nonchalantly, "Just check for excrement. What does it have to do with you if you eat it?"
Zhong Ping gritted his teeth and replied: "Miss L, it turns out you are a pervert."
Then a child innocently and happily stretched out his hand to pull the corner of his clothes and asked in a childish voice: "Teacher, what is excrement?"
Zhong Ping immediately squatted down and put on a smile: "Let us keep this question mysterious for now, and you will understand it all when we talk about it later! Oh! Are these the building blocks you put up? You put them really well, the teacher is proud of you!"
After the child walked away innocently and happily, Zhong Ping fell to the ground with a sad look on his face: "Then tell me what your L and his K mean."