"Little Hua, my Xiao Feng really is a bit slow. How about this? I'll give you some money, and you help tutor him for another half hour tonight, okay?"
The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat at a loss.
Yet his eyes remained fixed on Zhong Little Hua's head, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Zhong Little Hua said solemnly, "We're good friends, sir. Talking about money would only hurt our friendship. Just give me a million for now."
"How about 100 Federation Currency?"
"Sir, that's not a discount, that's a massacre." Zhong Little Hua laughed cheerfully and, without the slightest sympathy, took the hundred-value note and stuffed it into her trouser pocket.
Then she pulled Xiao Feng over to the shabby desk and taught him to read.
"Little Hua, have some milk. It's fresh." The middle-aged man's eyes flickered. He put sleeping pills in the milk and brought it to Zhong Little Hua, only relaxing after watching her gulp it straight down.
He didn't want to cause too much of a disturbance yet. He intended to take things slowly.
"Smack!"
"How can you be so stupid? You don't even know this? This character says 'horse.'"
Zhong Little Hua slapped the little boy on the head and pointed at the character for "deer."
The little boy's head spun. But it clearly says 'deer.'
Even a Brain-Eating Worm like me knows that. What are you yelling for?
Come to think of it, why aren't the sleeping pills doing anything?
Why hasn't she fallen asleep yet?
"Sir, what character is this?" Zhong Little Hua looked innocently at the middle-aged man.
"Horse... horse..." the middle-aged man stammered with difficulty.
Zhong Little Hua frowned. "Sir, don't call me Mommy. I'm still little. I don't want to raise a son like you."