After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 355 Uncle Karl's Heart
Uncle Karl refused very decisively.

"senior."

Shang Yanting looked at him, "The thin barrel injured his brain before, please forgive me."

"If you hurt your brain, you should find a doctor. I can't help you here."

"The younger generation has been looking for a cure."

Shang Yanting stopped him, "It's just that this junior can't get away from her to take care of her all the time, and because of this junior, the thin barrel has been paid attention to by many parties. After thinking about it, you are the only one who won't harm her."

He has never begged anyone in his life, but the fine barrel is his heart and soul.

"Junior, please help me."

If it was convenient for him to carry the thin bucket all the time, how could he be willing to let her be separated from him.

"Let's go, the old man will not interfere with these things now."

It's a pity that Uncle Carl is hard-hearted this time.

Shang Yanting had no choice.

Just when he was about to take Jia Xitong to leave, suddenly the bears were no longer on the water cloud boat.

"Hey Dorcal, good morning."

A cheery voice appeared behind Uncle Karl, and the little raccoon was lying on Dorkar's huge feet and toes, and greeted Dorkar enthusiastically.

"Wow, your nails are so long."

"I didn't notice it before. It turns out that your eyelashes are also very long, and you have inner eyeliner!"

Dorcal greeted her with a buzz, stamped his front two legs excitedly, and then climbed down by himself to let her go up.

The little raccoon climbed up with familiar hands and feet, sat on his exclusive seat, and waved to Shang Yanting who was stunned.

"Shang Yanting, go back first, I will take good care of Uncle Karl and Dokar."

Uncle Karl who has already firmly refused: ...

Shang Yanting played it by ear, and bowed to Carl, "Thank you, senior."

Obviously...he refused!

Uncle Carl sat next to the little raccoon expressionlessly, thinking about how the little thing next to him sat up.

The rejection just now was serious.

Yan Qing is now at the center of the power struggle at Dingtian Academy. No matter whether he will become the dean in the future, he is no longer the clean-cut disciple with no identity or background.

And his status is special.

All along, he has tried his best to avoid getting too close to some people in Dingtian Academy.

Neutral and impartial.

This is how he should be.

It was already an impulsive move to bring a small bucket to find the four principals, but now with the change of Yan Qing's status, he should keep a distance from them.

"Ah, the wind is so strong!"

The little raccoon was leaning on the small chair, its hind legs dangling in the air.

It looked at itself with dark eyes, "Uncle Carl, isn't the ball head I wore today very cute?"

Uncle Carl, who was called by name, didn't answer, and looked away coldly and coolly.

Normally, Jia Xitong would have felt Uncle Carl's mood change all of a sudden, but now her mind is broken.

No one paid attention to her, she just hilarious.

Singing high above the sky, completely ecstasy, extremely intoxicated.

Singing to Uncle Carl, I almost clenched my fists.

"Ah, I'm just a delayed singer."

The super expressive little raccoon moved her paws away and let the wind blow her bangs in front of her.I feel like standing on a convertible sports car at this moment, singing the legend of Feng Mou, a singer above the moon.

Art!

"Your brain is broken."

From morning to noon, Uncle Carl finally spoke the first sentence of the day to the little raccoon.

"You're out of your mind."

Jia Xitong stopped, and Xiaozhuo hugged his arms, "Uncle Carl has not seen him for so long, why are you swearing at him?"

Uncle Karl ignored her.

Before, he suspected that Yan Qing was trying to win him over, and deliberately brought the thin bucket, and even lied that it was sick.

After a whole morning of understanding, I was indeed sick and my brain was broken.

Silly.

But even if he is stupid, it is impossible for him to change his decision.

After today, let it not come.

Ugh.

Thinking of that gloomy boy, he sighed slightly.

If he hadn't pursued power and status...

That's all, everyone has his own aspirations.

At this time, they had arrived at the main gate of the college. As usual, Dokar had to stop for a quarter of an hour. Taking advantage of this time, Uncle Karl said, "Stay in the chair and don't run around", and ran to the small vendor next door to buy things. up.

Seeing him coming, the vendor skillfully poured him a kind of brown water on his right hand, "Lao Ka came here a little late today, your Kaka juice tea."

"No tea today."

Uncle Carl saw that the tea in front of him had not been picked, and looked at the pungent spirits beside him, "Bring me a jug of the strongest blue ice wine."

Time for a taste?

The peddler froze for a moment, then put the tea back and filled him with a pot of spirits.

"Old Ka, you know the power of my wine. After three gulps, even the monsters can't stand it. You should drink less."

He kindly reminded me.

Carl ignored the stall owner.

He turned around and glanced at the little raccoon who was sitting obediently and not running around, but half of his body stood up and looked here, and finally couldn't help but said, "The cherries and coconut milk also fill a pot for me."

"okay!"

Carl returns with two water jugs.

He held the cherries and coconut milk in his hand, but he was not going to give it as a finishing touch.

It is better to be unfeeling for people and things that are meant to be never seen again in the future.

He put the bottle at his feet, and went straight to open the flagon full of spirits to drink.

This wine is strong!

The tongue is hot, the throat is hot, and the eyes are so hot that they are a little moist.

Ugh.

He couldn't help but sighed again.

"Hey."

The little raccoon sat on the bamboo and rattan chair and looked at the man who behaved strangely, "Uncle Carl, are you drinking fake wine? This fake wine is not fun to drink, and you will die if you are poisoned."

Seeing that someone ignored her, she stretched out her hind foot to kick him to attract attention.

The legs are a bit short, so I didn't kick them.

She climbed down from the small chair, grabbed his clothes and climbed onto his shoulder, and slapped him on the mouth.

"Stop drinking."

He slapped him with a slap, what a bear.

"Uncle Carl, do you owe someone money?

Or the aunt I like... Auntie ran away with someone else?

No matter how sad Kaner is, he can't make things difficult for himself. "

While persuading him, the little raccoon kicked away the jug next to him, "What's the big deal, let's discuss it together. If you commit suicide, I'll steal Dorcal back and raise him."

Anyway, it's not a day or two since she likes Dorcal.

Who would say no to a big Mac, but it's cute and has as many feet as a giant centipede?

what?
Uncle Carl's emotions of not wanting to part with the little raccoon dissipated a lot in an instant——

Little raccoon with a bad brain, let's go back.

"Hey, this is for you to drink!"

The little raccoon pouted its buttocks, buried its head in a pile of misu talismans and finally found the one pretending to be food.Three bottles of soul marrow the size of a fingernail are really generous.

　Silly Barrel: It's true to send things, and it's true to want to steal Dorcal.

　　Take a break today, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)