Chapter 349: Send Textbooks
Chapter 349: Send Textbooks
Cheyenne interrupted him with a disdainful expression, ''What''s there to be shy about? First, let''s
see what''s written on the paper.''
Her calm response irritated Iker, causing a hint of frustration. As a girl, how could she not show any
reaction?
Though frustrated, he knew what they should be focused on now. He shifted his gaze on the paper.
On the yellowed sheet, a string of Latin text was written.
Cheyenne let out a light chuckle. Her rosy lips parted, and she exhaled like a breeze, ''Aidan, a
money demon, Mammon. And ''Mr. K'' seems to be of a higher rank.''
Iker nodded in agreement. ''Asmodeus.''
The king of demons, representing the sin of lust!
The two hadn''t expected that the owner behind Soar Casino would turn out to be a Bible enthusiast.
They exchanged a smile.
Meanwhile, the other three in the living room wore expressions of utter confusion.
Monkey, being the youngest, couldn''t contain his curiosity and asked, ''Dominic, what are Cheyenne
and Master Iker talking about? Why can''t I understand?''
Dominic, leaning on his chin, gave him a disdainful look, reminiscent of Cheyenne''s earlier aloof
demeanor.
Taking on the role of an elder, he patted Monkey''s shoulder with a heavy tone, ''I told you to study
well, don''t sleep in ss, go home and do your homework honestly. You just don''t listen.''
Monkey lowered his head in acknowledgment. ''Yes, yes, yes, Dominic. I will definitely follow your
orders, study hard, and strive to be a criminal talent with high intelligence in the future.''
''Well, I will send you a set of practice books when we''re back.''
''So, Dominic, what did they say?''
Dominic hesitated, silent for a moment, then shed a grin, ''Actually, I don''t know.''
Damn it, he didn''t remember ever seeing this stuff in his textbooks!
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Both Cheyenne and Iker were speechless. Seriously, you dare tell others to study well!
Quietly collecting the paper from the table, Cheyenne prepared to go to bed.
The next day, the weather was clear, with a soft golden sunlight breaking through the clouds and
shining on the earth. The fountain in the yard sparkled with tiny lights.
Layne wore a ck suit, stic flip-flops on his feet, and held a bag of fish food. He scattered it
while muttering to himself.
''Grandpa, use less; be careful not to overfeed them.''
At the entrance, Cheyenne approached slowly. She wore a white shirt with a butterfly cor, paired
with a ck skirt. Loose waves of long curls flowed down her back, tied with arge red silk butterfly
bow.
A teenage girl''s charm was radiating.
Seeing her dressed up, Layne raised his lips, ''Cheyenne, are you going out so early?''
ording to her usual routine, she shouldn''t be up yet. Why was she suddenly so diligent today?
Cheyenne, carrying a French vintage brown bucket bag, swung it over her shoulder and nodded,
''Yes, going to the library.''
''What?''
He didn''t hear it wrong, did he?
He marveled, ''Youzy girl, seriously? You''re actually getting up early to read? It''s like the sun rising
from the west. Cheyenne, is Omari''s departure such a heavy blow to you?''
So, she nned to study hard?
Layne was worried that she might be falling for Omari. Maybe he should arrange a blind date to
divert Cheyenne''s attention.
Cheyenne hadn''t expected that her grandfather would have such a deep-rooted impression of her
being ''academically challenged.'' Her lips twitched imperceptibly.
''I''m leaving. I won''t be back for lunch. Grandpa, make sure Master Iker takes thest day''s
medicine.''
She nned toe back in the evening to perform the final round of acupuncture. After today, Iker
could try standing up, but they needed to go to Onistead as soon as possible to deal with the magic
inside him.
Layne subconsciously wanted to refuse. He had a small gathering with friends scheduled for today,
and this might cause him to bete.
''Alright, go ahead. Come back early, after all, the acupuncture part is better handled by you.''
''Okay.''
...
Ink Pavilion was located near the Akloit Cultural Center.
This was thergest private bookstore in Akloit, with an elegant decoration, free air conditioning,
and water. It housed over a hundred thousand books and had always been a popr spot for social
media check-ins.
At nine in the morning, the bookstore had just opened. The middle-aged owner behind the cash
register happily brewed a pot of tea, opened the Akloit Morning News, and leisurely sat down to
read.
Suddenly, a petite and slender figure pushed open the door and dropped a hundred dor bill on the
counter without saying a word. Her voice was soft and clear, with a casual tone.
''Second floor, for one hour.''
The boss, who had just raised the teacup, was startled by the neer''s words. He ended up
drinking the scalding tea before it could cool down, causing his tongue to tingle.
Hastily getting up from his seat, he looked at the neer attentively.
Oh, it was a young girl.
She was quite beautiful. He had seen many good-looking people, but rarely someone as exquisite
and stunning as this girl. He almost thought she was a celebrity.
Kindly, he warned, ''Missy, the books on the second floor are all premium foreignnguage books.
Spending a hundred bucks for just one hour might not be enough to finish even a third of a book. It''s
quite wasteful.''
The library was famous not only for its architectural design by the renowned interior designer but
also for the unique reading rules set by the boss.
The first floor was free to browse, provided drinking water, and had no time restrictions as long as
visitors left before closing time.
On the second floor, however, readers had to pay a fee upfront. The cost was a hundred bucks, and
the reading time was determined by the reader. If they exceeded the agreed time, they had to pay
double. If they finished within the allotted time, the hundred bucks would be refunded.
People who could afford to go to the second floor were not short of a hundred bucks. Many would
spend the entire day there, reluctant to leave.
Cheyenne took a bookmark and casually waved her hand, ''Don''t worry, I''ll definitelye out within
an hour.''
Hearing this, the boss shook his head repeatedly, sighing as he picked up the newspaper again,
''Young people these days, why are they so impetuous? Reading is not meant to be rushed... it''s like
indigestion.''
Having justy down for less than two minutes, a tall, ck figure blocked the iing sunlight.
The boss squinted his eyes and looked at the neer.
Whoa, is this another big star?
Today, he seemed to be incredibly lucky, encountering two idols.
The man was dressed in a white shirt, paired with beige suit trousers, white shoes, and elegant
shoulder-length hair. Hisplexion was fair. He looked like a handsome prince straight out of a
fairy tale, with a clear and melodious voice, ''One hour!''
Unfortunately, it was another impatient young person...
The boss shook his head.