"No, I have to go in. Hurry up and let go of me." The homeless man cursed.
Just then, I walked over and said to the security guard, "Let him go. He's my uncle and came to visit me."
"Even if he's here to visit family, he still has to register," the security guard said.
"I don't think that's necessary." I looked at the security guard.
The homeless man cursed as well. "I'm only here to see my nephew. Hurry up and stop. Otherwise, I'll file a complaint against you."
The security guard had no choice. He said sullenly, "You'll have to come out and register later." Then he walked away.
The homeless man cursed at his back, then smiled at me. "Little brother, thank you so much."
"Don't mention it. What are you doing at our school?" I asked him.
"Of course I'm here to pick up some scrap," the homeless man said.
"I want to hear the truth." I looked at him coldly.
"Why would I lie to you, little brother?" The homeless man looked aggrieved, but I sneered. "You're probably going to the Abandoned School, aren't you?"
"How did you know?" The homeless man froze for a moment before looking at me. "Little brother, you seem to know about the Abandoned School. Could you tell me about it?"
I glanced at him and said helplessly, "Let's go. This isn't the place to talk."
After we reached the pavilion, I looked at him and asked, "First, tell me why you came to the Abandoned School."
"Of course it's to get rich." The homeless man looked at me and answered without hesitation. "Why else would I come here?"
"How do you know the Abandoned School can make you rich?" I asked.
"Of course I know, because everyone who goes