Is it true that you can calculate people's hearts in the real teaching? I can also do a little

Finally, all these troubles are solved and I can have a good rest... huh?

The real estate agent, who was about to say he wanted to have a good rest, saw the supermarket and couldn't help but feel itchy.

Hmm... Buying a bottle of yogurt shouldn't be a problem, right? Oh, by the way, there are still many things in the dormitory that I haven't bought yet. I have to prepare all the necessary things first.

Thinking of this, the real estate agent entered the supermarket.

To be honest, he did need to buy a series of things such as towels, bath towels, shampoo, shower gel, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc., and he also made a special list for this.

Opening his mobile phone, the real estate agent looked at the note he had written and started buying a series of things.

It also includes a series of things such as kettles, pots, pans, etc.

This college is quite user-friendly. There is even a small kitchen in the small dormitory, which is great if you want to cook your own food.

When the real estate agent was in college, he liked to cook for himself, for no other reason than being poor. At that time, he was very obsessed with spending money, but the living expenses were so limited, so he naturally had to spend some time to cook for himself.

Let's just say the simplest thing, boil instant noodles with some coriander and eggs, and it tastes really good. Occasionally, he can also make a hot pot for himself, and at that time he often envied his roommate.

Thinking about it now, I am filled with nostalgia.

Hmm? What's going on over there?

The real estate agent who was reminiscing about the past years saw a girl sneaking around...stealing something?

"Cough cough."

The real estate agent couldn't help but cough twice, which scared the girl.

Why are you so scared? You've been stealing things around me and are afraid that I won't see it.

You even put your finger to your mouth and shushed me. Do you think I would complain?

"Here."

The real estate agent pointed to a place not far away, and the girl saw a surveillance camera following his finger.

It seems to be still staring at this side.

"Hey, if you want to steal something you should at least look around to see what's around you. You're really not afraid of that thing."

Chapter 12 I have stories and wine

The small and exquisite surveillance camera stood quietly in the corner, with its head facing the real estate agent. In other words, everything the girl did from the beginning was seen clearly.

"At least you have to avoid surveillance. You are too careless."

The real estate agent shrugged. He took the thing and examined it carefully for a while: "Oh, it's beer, Asahi. Do you like it?"

"What I like is none of your business, right?"

The blushing girl snatched the beer and put it aside: "I was just planning to try it."

"I said, is this your first time?"

"What first time?"

Not understanding what the real estate agent said, she looked at him in confusion, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you think this thing is easy to steal? Do you need me to tell you what will happen if you take this beer away today, little thief?"

"you……"

The real estate agent's words "little thief" seemed to her like a great mockery. What kind of thief? She was almost discovered just now.

"Forget it. Are you free? I'm a bit bored right now. Do you want me to tell you about your future fate?"

As he spoke, the real estate agent picked up the can of beer, and then he took two more bottles. After thinking for a long time, he finally chose to put down the cans and picked up a bag instead: "Let me think about what the villain should say at this time... Um... classmate, you don't want your theft to be known to the school, right?"

"Netizen, please hold back a bit, thank you. So what do you want to do?"

"How about drinking a can with me?"

"?"

This female student has no idea what the real estate agent is thinking. Is this some new way of picking up girls?

But no matter what, he just stopped his stealing behavior, and if he didn't like it, he planned to make the matter public.

She didn't think she could keep it secret. Just as he had just said, the surveillance camera over there had already recorded this scene. If he wanted, he could check the surveillance camera at any time to find out what had happened.

So she had to follow the boy to pay the bill and leave the supermarket.

"Let's go to my dorm and have a drink."

“Are you a gangster?”

The female classmate wanted to leave, but the real estate agent stopped her and said, "Don't run, or I will let everyone know about this."

"If you know, then you know. What's the problem..."

"Ah, that's true. Then go ahead. If you think it's okay, then it's okay."

"?"

The female classmate didn't understand what the real estate agent meant even more. She already thought the boy in front of her was a psychopath.

"Which class are you in? Class D?"

"How could I be in Class D?"

It was obvious that she looked down on the students in Class D.

"So they're from Class B? That's impossible. I know Class B, and they didn't do this. So... Class A?"

Does the real estate agent know who this girl is? Of course he knows.

Our thief Masumi Kamuro has been used as a tool countless times in fan fiction.

"Why don't you think I'm in Class C? So you're in Class C?"

"Yeah, are you disappointed? To be honest, I also find it a bit boring to see my juniors using such unfamiliar techniques."

"Junior?"

Listening to the real estate agent's words, Kamuro Masumi looked confused: "So you are a sophomore?"

"No, first year. But when I say junior, I don't mean academic qualifications, but experience."

The real estate agent said, throwing a bag of beer to Kamuro Masumi: "I have a lot of things in my hands, can you help me carry them?"

"Hey, I don't mean to quarrel with you."

"Then you can just throw the wine on the ground or walk away with it, my junior. You have no idea what will happen if something as big or small as this gets out of hand, right? Okay, I won't eat you, but seeing your behavior today makes me miss the past. I have stories and wine, how about you stay with me for a while?"

After saying this, the real estate agent really walked straight towards the apartment. Seeing the real estate agent's appearance, Kamuro Masumi cursed him under his breath and called him a lunatic, then followed him.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't confused and curious about what the real estate agent said. She just decided to listen to what this man had to say.

"Well, come in, I'll make some snacks."

"Appetizers?"

"Don't you want to drink? How can you drink without snacks? Don't worry, my cooking skills are still good."

There is even a small space in the dormitory for cooking. It seems that they are really afraid that people will starve to death. Compared with the canteen, the vegetables in the vegetable market are cheaper. There are indeed students buying vegetables here. For example, some female students will buy some tomatoes or cucumbers to eat. After all, fruits in Japan are expensive, so eating some vegetables is enough to make you feel refreshed.

It’s not difficult to make a side dish. Just smash a cucumber and add some peanuts, and that’s enough.

The real estate agent had a wild vegetable set meal in the evening. To be honest, he was not full. He had just bought some duck feet and other side dishes for drinking in the supermarket. Within a few minutes, he brought the side dishes and placed them in front of the small table.

"There's nothing to eat, so this is all you can make do with. Here, drink."

He opened the beer and handed it to Kamuro Masumi in a very familiar manner. The real estate agent also opened a can of beer and drank a few gulps.

"Ah, I haven't had it in a while, and it still tastes the same."

Picking up the chopsticks and picking up the peanuts, the real estate agent ate a few of them. She looked at Kamuro Masumi and didn't move her mouth. Instead, she tilted her head and looked at her: "Hey, why don't you drink it? Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

"It's not a question of whether it's poisonous or not. You're just a weirdo."

"is it?"

The real estate agent took another sip of his wine. He didn't think he was such a weird person.

"Yeah, he asked a girl to accompany him back to the dormitory late at night, and after returning to the dormitory, he went straight to make some cold dishes, and now he is drinking. What do you want?"

"Nothing much, just chatting with you about what happened after the theft."

Speaking of theft, the real estate agent fell into silence.

He gulped down another sip, picked up a cucumber with chopsticks and ate a piece, then continued, "In the second year of junior high school, I was caught by a convenience store employee."

"Because of stealing?"

"Ah."

"What did you steal?"

"Rice ball."

"Just rice balls?"

"Two months of rice balls."

"!"

Masumi Kamuro didn't expect the real estate agent to answer so directly, and his answer made her at a loss for words.

He stole rice balls for two months?

"Didn't expect it, did you? I didn't expect that I would be caught after doing this for two months, and I caught him in the act."

Chapter 13 The past is like a needle, choking my throat

The reason why he acted so strangely at night was because he saw Kamuro Masumi stealing something.

It looks exactly like me, very much like the first day I stole something.

But he didn't steal things in Japan, but in his previous life, in China.

In a 711 within the second ring road of the capital.

As for the reason…he was hungry, but the money was not enough to feed him.

His parents work in the second ring road of the capital, but the second ring road is not full of big companies and enterprises, there are also small businesses, and his mother is a cleaner who only earns more than 3,000 yuan a month.

In order to give her child the best education, she sent him to the Capital No. 5 Middle School, but the tuition fee was a problem for her. She had a lot of work to do every day. In addition to being a cleaner, she also washed dishes and swept the toilet. As for his father? He was even busier. The tiles on the construction site were so hot that he couldn't handle it.

Because there was no one at home to take care of him, he did not go home after school, but followed his mother to work in a small business. He was hungry at night, so his mother gave him ten dollars so that he could have a good meal.

But the problem is that with 10 yuan, you can buy several big buns, a bowl of rice, or a bowl of hot noodles in a small county town. But what about in the second ring road of the capital?

Next to the company is a food street with Japanese cuisine, crayfish, Beijing shabu-shabu, and even some century-old brands.

But there were no cheap home-cooked meals. So he could only take ten dollars and go to 711 to find something to eat.

What can he eat in 711? A 3-yuan soy sauce lunch box and a 4-yuan fried rice, which are only slightly larger than the palm of his hand. He buys two soy sauce lunch boxes and one fried rice at a time. These are all he can buy with 10 yuan.

But he was greedy, looking at the dazzling array of puddings, jellies, sushi, and rice balls, he was really greedy. Every night he could only eat hard-to-swallow soy sauce rice and fried rice with only a little peas and corn. He was not full and the food was not tasty.

So one day, he committed his first crime - he stole two rice balls.

It smelled really good. It was the first time he knew that rice could be so delicious.

In his opinion, the only difference between rice balls and rice is that there is a circle of seaweed on the outside. What’s the difference between them and donburi rice?

After the first time, there will be a second time. The first time he stole rice balls, the second time he dared to steal sushi.

A pudding for 18 yuan, a drink for 4 yuan, and a bag of candy worth 25 yuan. He stole more and more.

Until one day, the usually kind cashier suddenly stopped him and asked him to wait a moment.

He was a little confused, but he also felt the crisis at that time. He felt like he was exposed, so he quickly put most of the things he had secretly hidden in his arms back to their original places, but out of luck, he still hid two rice balls.

But it was no use, the surveillance camera had already captured everything.

His mother had to come to the convenience store and found out that her child had been stealing things for fifteen days.

Fortunately, the convenience store’s surveillance can only last for 15 days, but 15 days is a lot of time.

Two rice balls a day, 15 days is 30. He insisted that he only stole rice balls, and at that time the surveillance camera could not clearly capture what he stole, so in the end the convenience store owner could only say that he stole 30 rice balls.

A rice ball costs 3 yuan, 5,30 rice balls cost 105 yuan. According to the regulations at that time, if one person steals something, he will be compensated tenfold. His mother had to pay yuan.

He was beaten that day. In front of the cashier and the boss, his mother slapped him twice. If the cashier had not stopped his mother, he might have been beaten more severely.

His mother cried and begged the boss to fine her less, because she really didn't have that much money. She cried and hit the child, and the cashier tried his best to stop the crying and angry mother. In the end, the store owner had no choice but to take away only 200 yuan and let the mother and son go.