Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

"Is this your child?" the master asked again.

"Yes, you saw the joke." The father glared at the second child again.

So the master also looked at him - a very familiar look, looking at his father full of dissatisfaction and even a trace of hatred.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The master said softly, bending down to look at him levelly.

These eyes were not like the old man the second son had seen before. They were not like them at all - they were very warm.

So the second child began to scold his father, scolding him for not coming back several times a week, and only staying for a short time when he finally came back. How could he have the shame to talk about himself, and how could he have the shame to mention his mother.

The father was also angry and began to fight back in front of the master. The father and son began to attack each other.

After a while, when the war gradually subsided, the master spoke softly:

He said to his son: "Your father does have to support your family. He works very hard. You shouldn't be scolding your father."

He then said to his father: "You should understand your son. He is in pain. He has not been able to see his father since he was a child. It should not be your son who you are reprimanding."

Finally, the master's eyes turned to the two boxes.

He opened one of the boxes and handed them to the workers one by one, and then looked at the second one.

"Find the answer in the book with your father, son."

"Isn't it right to publish one book out of ten? I will publish 21 books."

After taking out the money, the master drove away.

Before the second child could ask him how he knew, he saw the car blending into the night.

There are still some books left.

He saw the title of the book: "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation (People's Short Version)", author: "L".

Without saying another word, the second child carried the book and followed his father back home.

Tonight, it begins.

A plague began to spread within Chernobog, not only Chernobog, but also many cities and suburbs in the Ursus Empire.

It spreads rapidly and is unstoppable, and will drive all the nobles to death.

The originator of the plague had just finished his trip to the integration movement and returned to his home.

It was late at night and my wife had fallen asleep.

He lit the lamp on the table again and wrote the manuscript of a great work

!My brother’s 25 articles about plague@?

There is such a group of people in the city of Chernobog.

They hung out in bars during the day and slept on the streets at night.

Get tattoos, get a very trendy haircut, and some even deliberately cut a scar on their face to make them look fierce.

This group of people are called hooligans. Most of them are young people who have dropped out of school and are unwilling to work - but some are special and become like this for other reasons.

A group of people like this, about twenty, gathered in Block No. 13 at night.

It was almost twelve o'clock, the street lights were still on, and complaints could be heard from time to time at the entrance of the alley.

"Boss, is that person coming yet?" The people under his command were a little impatient.

The man known as the boss is the biggest gangster in this neighborhood. His family has some status and he is still a middle school student.

Leaning against the wall, the boss threw away the cigarette butt, which happened to hit the sitting second brother on the head.

"you……"

The second child raised his head and glared at the eldest brother, making him scratch his head in embarrassment.

The second child is new here, but he is also a middle school student. Like the eldest brother, he joined out of anger because of conflicts with his family.

He became the second child because he shared the same disease. Unlike others, he has neither scars nor perms, and his relationship with the eldest brother is more like a friend.

The gangsters had been waiting for two hours, but the boss continued to wait.

It was not until twelve o'clock that a figure emerged from the corner.

She was wearing a black trench coat, and the lower half of her face was covered by a mask, leaving only her eyes exposed.

And those eyes - the boss has seen them, just like those of the military police and soldiers.

He has killed people, many of them.

The boss shuddered, regretted taking the business, and forced himself to speak:

"What do you want us to do?"

"Sell books."

She took out a large amount of money and threw it on the ground.

"The money from the sale belongs to you. I just want you to sell out. Do you want to do it?"

"Do, do..."

Upon hearing this, the younger brothers around him immediately exploded, and the boss hurriedly agreed before he could even say yes.

Holy shit, can this be a good thing?

The old man's teeth were itching, but he was afraid that if he went back on his word, the other party would kill him directly, so he had no choice but to agree.

The next second, several more people climbed over the wall and brought boxes after boxes of books. The boxes were cardboard boxes with no words on them.

"If five hundred books are sold out within seven days, we will still have cooperation."

After speaking coldly, she led the people away, as if to the next stop.

The second child picked up the money and distributed it skillfully to everyone.

Everyone was happy and thanked him and the boss one after another.

The boss, on the other hand, just lit up a cigarette melancholy, not feeling happy at all.

How to sell it, to whom, and what are the consequences?

Unlike these people, the boss is from a noble family and has more considerations.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's divide the books. The price is ten cents... The second brother and I will each take two boxes, and the rest will be divided among the others."

"Okay, listen to the boss."

After the twenty people divided the books, they went their separate ways, leaving only the eldest and the second oldest.

"Where are you going to sell it to?" the boss asked casually.

"It's school." The second child picked up the box and answered casually.

That's a good idea.

I will go to the school to sell it early tomorrow morning. There are many people reading there, not to mention that the boss decided to give it to me for free.

"I'll go and memorize the book first, what about you?"

"Same."

After the boss finished speaking, he picked up the box and walked to Chernobog No. [-] Middle School.

The second child went to Peterheim Middle School.

However, something unexpected happened on the way to school.

There was a group of people talking quietly in the corridor late at night.

One of them spotted him and rushed over.

The second child's expression suddenly changed and he wanted to run, but the box was too heavy and he turned around causing his body to become unstable and he fell directly to the ground.

"You wild dog, I can catch you."

The middle-aged man rushed to the dick, took off his pants and started slapping him.

Because there was too much dust on my hands, I slapped a few black handprints on my butt.

Only after Lao Er continued to admit his mistake and the people around him persuaded him did he stop.

"Why don't you go home? Do you know how worried your mother is about you?"

"..."

The second child turned his head stubbornly and chose not to answer his father's words.

The father became even more angry and raised his hand to hit him again, but was stopped by a man.

"Wait." A young voice said.

Everyone turned around, and a car slowly stopped in front of them.

The person in the driver's seat rolled down the window, revealing half of his face.

The car owner looked at the group of people.

Perhaps because the processing was added too late, each of them looked shabby, their work clothes had not been changed in time, they were very dirty, and there was indescribable fatigue in their eyes.

"Are you workers?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

When he saw this valuable car and the owner's attire, his father said flatteringly.

After hearing the answer, the car owner happily got out of the car and wanted to shake his hand, but his father thought his hands were dirty and hesitated for a while.

"Really..."

The car owner had no choice but to take off his coat and step on the ground, then put it on again and said with a smile:

"Now I'm just like you."

Although his clothes were still not as dirty as his own, the unique and weird man in front of him did win the favor of the workers present.

"Is this your child?" the master asked again.

"Yes, you saw the joke." The father glared at the second child again.

So the master also looked at him - a very familiar look, looking at his father full of dissatisfaction and even a trace of hatred.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The master said softly, bending down to look at him levelly.

These eyes were not like the old man the second son had seen before. They were not like them at all - they were very warm.

So the second child began to scold his father, scolding him for not coming back several times a week, and only staying for a short time when he finally came back. How could he have the shame to talk about himself, and how could he have the shame to mention his mother.

The father was also angry and began to fight back in front of the master. The father and son began to attack each other.

After a while, when the war gradually subsided, the master spoke softly:

He said to his son: "Your father does have to support your family. He works very hard. You shouldn't be scolding your father."

He then said to his father: "You should understand your son. He is in pain. He has not been able to see his father since he was a child. It should not be your son who you are reprimanding."

Finally, the master's eyes turned to the two boxes.

He opened one of the boxes and handed them to the workers one by one, and then looked at the second one.

"Find the answer in the book with your father, son."

"Isn't it right to publish one book out of ten? I will publish 21 books."

After taking out the money, the master drove away.

Before the second child could ask him how he knew, he saw the car blending into the night.

There are still some books left.

He saw the title of the book: "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation (People's Short Version)", author: "L".

Without saying another word, the second child carried the book and followed his father back home.

Tonight, it begins.