Forced fruit won't be sweet; to prevent another mad dash for freedom, he opted for long-distance surveillance.
The female student, who attended the special-level course, seemed to work for the material center. Every morning, precisely at ten o'clock, she would transport the cut cattails to the material center and receive a pitifully low heaven-defying value.
She appeared to find this pointless act enjoyable.
Compared with Zhu Xiaoxian, that baozi-faced girl was even more peculiar. In the scorching heat of the afternoon, she would lie down in the desert, motionless, staying like that for half a day, day after day.
That he would actually consider taking these two under his wing...
No, to be precise, it was the grass cutter he was interested in collecting; as for baozi-face... well, she was a rather entertaining pastime.
