[Mrs. & Mrs. Smith] The best murder in the world

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The man with the nose nail pinched a piece of paper between two fingers: "Fill in the same way. Alteration is invalid."

I took out a pen from the outside pocket of my schoolbag, and the group of young masters made it look like a serious business agreement.

I only filled in the Homecoming King column, and I also filled in my bank card number and phone number.

"How can you guarantee that I win in the end and the money will reach my account?" I asked before handing over the agreement.

"How much did you press?"

I took out 200 yuan from my wallet.

The man with the nose nail snorted coldly, and smiled at me with a protracted pronounciation: "Only. Yes. Two. Hundred. U.S. dollars."

I immediately felt relieved.

"Who did she crush?" A boy next to him with messy hair like the school's turf poked his head, put his head on the shoulder of the man with the nose nail, and opened the agreement: "...Jervi Sian?"

The rest of the boys stared at the man with the nose stud.

But the man with the nose nail raised his head and stared at me: "Are you sure to fill in this name?"

I nodded. "I saw it on the shortlist on the bulletin board. This morning."

"Fuck, Jervi, when did you sign up for that stupid homecoming king?!" screamed a boy next to him.

Nose stud man Javi Sian cursed with a black face, and threw the agreement to the ground.

"Hey!" I picked up the agreement dissatisfied and put it on the table.

The Liberty group has blown the pot.

"Two copies. The signature is effective." I said to Jervi Sian, "I wish you success and final victory."

At the end, I added: "My four hundred dollars are all on you."

02

Standing in front of the bulletin board, Xi'an tore off the homecoming king's election list, crumpled it up and held it in his hand.

Sikes stood aside and shrank his neck. He was grabbed by the back collar and dragged all the way to the bulletin board.I was planning to go to the restaurant to see if there were any new dishes today, but I was coerced by a few boys to follow me.Sikes glanced at Sian.I turned my back to Xi An, and based on the increasingly nervous reaction of Sixes, it is estimated that Xi An's expression was close to ferocious.

Looking at the time, I hesitated and asked, "If there's nothing else, can I have lunch?"

Xi An turned his head and squinted at me.

I looked up, blinked at him and smiled what I thought was a friendly smile.

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned his face away with an unbearable expression, waved his hand and said to his companion next to him, "Let this village girl go."

I silently took a deep breath.He lowered his head and squeezed his way through the cracks of the onlookers.

It's a pity that I missed a good show afterwards.

"It was Billinda Parker," Sickers snickered. "She made a bet with Anna Lee, and they're both running for homecoming queen this year."

Bilinda Parker, Sheehan's girlfriend.This is the most Cinderella love story in town, long and vulgar enough for a series of books.Anna Lee is obviously a supporting actress who is everywhere in the story.

Uninterestedly, I stuffed a piece of lettuce from the salad plate into my mouth, "Parker expects her boyfriend to run with her and be crowned on the lawn?"

"Sean was mad. There was a big fight between the two on the post," Sixes said.

This is not my concern. "So he went to disqualify himself?" I asked.

Sikes: "Surprisingly, he didn't. I think you've got your bonus and my burger, Mary."

I swallow lettuce.

"Mr. Sikeses, my name is Margaret."

"Oh sorry..."

Sikes rubbed his hands embarrassingly, blushing for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

It must be said that the shyness of heavy otaku is really a killer.

I put down my fork and silently covered my face.

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"...so that's it." I pouted.

"It sounds very boring." Dad commented lightly after hearing the reason.

I said, "It's boring, but there is money to be made."

I went around to the back of the sofa and wrapped my arms around Dad's neck, as if I would never give up.

Dad angrily pulled off my arm: "Are you going to strangle your own father?"

I begged here in a low voice: "Dad~~"

Dad turned his head and stared at me seriously for a long time.

I lower my eyes in frustration.

He raised his eyes again.

Continue to look down at the patterns on the sofa.

I couldn't help but raised my eyelids to see Dad's expression.

There is no looseness at all on the top.

"Your Uncle Eddie still owes me some money." Dad finally couldn't help but speak, rubbing his sore neck with his hands, got up and walked upstairs.

I don't want to set foot in Uncle Eddie's house for the rest of my life unless I have to.

For $150.Uncle Eddie pressed me to dry a row of bed sheets without expressing my purpose, drove the lawn machine to build the entire lawn in front of the door, and watered the plants around the house.Then, out of politeness, I swallowed a few weird cookies made by Uncle Eddie's mother.

As an older single male, Uncle Eddie has maintained the habit of living with his mother since adolescence.

He is now slumped on the sofa with no image at all.Wearing a rumpled shirt, unshaven, with puffy eyelids, anger and disappointment played harmoniously on his face.

"You little bastard. How can you borrow money from your uncle? You have to know that there is an old mother in his family who expects him to spend some hard-earned money to eat a full meal..."

Uncle Eddie's mother suddenly interrupted him with a voice from the kitchen: "Margaret, come and try the freshly baked cake!"

Uncle Eddie yelled back, "Mommy, we're talking serious stuff! Leave the cake out for a while and it won't jump around and yell!"

"..."

He then said to me: "Aren't the current students keen on part-time jobs? It's easy to earn some pocket money by doing a small odd job. It's not easy for your Uncle Eddie to escape from the rain of swords, guns and arrows every time. Use this old life to make a fool of yourself." Money for coffee."

I said helplessly, "If I had time to do some odd jobs, I wouldn't have to sit here now."

The training that my parents arranged for me every day did not give me any time other than homework.

"Oh, I forgot, your mother's damn heir training plan...I heard John say..." John is Dad's name.

Uncle Eddie chewed a cookie and said vaguely: "Your father doesn't agree with training you to be a killer at all. Your mother is stubborn. Let me tell you, how can it be so easy to be a killer these days, the competition is fierce and the income is limited. It’s better to study a degree and mix a job with a stable income.”

"My mother told me to study hard for the college entrance examination now, but I still can't let the training go." I said.

"So your father compromised."

I nodded.

"Damn. I knew John was a spineless guy. He was completely led by this woman from the first day of his relationship. It hasn't changed a bit in so many years. Now he still asks his daughter to come to collect debts from a good friend. It's over, it's over. , don't count on it, human feelings are cold and warm, and people's hearts are cold..."

I couldn't take it anymore, I squeezed out a few tears, and pretended to run to the kitchen: "Grandma, look at Uncle Eddie..."

Uncle Eddie jumped up and stopped me: "Stop!"

Uncle Eddie's mother called out from the kitchen, "What's the matter, Margaret? Eddie?"

"It's okay, Mom, just go about your business!"

Uncle Eddie walked to the shoe cabinet cursingly, opened the door of the shoe cabinet, overturned it for a while, took out a roll of one-hundred-dollar bills, and threw two of them to me.

I didn't want to think carefully about where he put the money, but I had to catch it and put it in my trouser pocket.

Uncle Eddie asked displeasedly, "What's your expression?"

I smiled at him: "I have something to do at home, I'll go first, Uncle Eddie, goodbye, grandma!" Then I opened the door and rushed out.

Uncle Eddie closed the door behind me angrily: "You little white-eyed wolf!"

When I got home, I took out the perfume from the drawer and sprayed the front and back of the two banknotes, and sprayed some on the pocket of the trousers that contained the money.

I complained to my dad, "You can't imagine where Uncle Eddie keeps his money!"

"Isn't it a shoe cabinet?" Dad replied without any surprise.

"That's why he's still single."

Dad chuckled, but told me in a serious tone, "Don't be so mean, little girl."

"You ain't much better, Mr. Smith. But you're lucky that Mama can stand you. Well, and me."

"Ah, thank you so much." Dad didn't get angry, and replied with a broad smile.

A car horn sounded outside the window.It's mom back.

"This is marriage," Dad said suddenly.

I froze for a moment, and said with a dry smile, "That's too far away, Dad."

"Not really," Dad said.

Dad patted my head and stood by the window with me, and happened to see my mother closing the car door behind her back.

Mom went straight into the living room, she took off her coat and hung it on the hanger in the entrance, sat down relaxed, looked at Dad and me: "Are you talking about something interesting?"

Pa said, "Margaret's a big girl. We're talking about love."

I gave Dad a weird look.

Mom sat on the sofa gently and said to me, "When you're in a relationship..." I cut her off: "No, Mom. I don't date boys."

Those underage creatures with sweaty underarm hair on the basketball court, his voice like a bellows, pimples all over his face, and an overly good feeling about himself? !fall in love? !

forget it.

I don't want to be surrounded by an idiot with "please fuck" in his eyes, looking at me with a flushed face.

Mother's face remained unchanged and she was silent for a few seconds.She looked up at Dad behind me.

I follow her