Uncle Carl refused very decisively.

"senior."

Shang Yanting looked at him, "Xi Tong was injured in the head before, please forgive him."

"If you have a brain injury, you should see a doctor. There's nothing I can do to help you."

"I have been searching for a cure."

Shang Yanting stopped him, "It's just that I can't get away to take care of her all the time, and Xitong is under a lot of attention because of me. After thinking it over, I think only you won't harm her."

He had never asked anyone for anything in his life, but Xi Tong was his heart and soul.

"I beg your help."

If it were convenient for him to carry the bucket with him at all times, how could he bear to separate her from him?

"Let's go, I won't get involved in these matters now."

Unfortunately, Uncle Carl turned out to be heartless this time.

Shang Yanting had no choice.

Just as he was about to leave with Jia Xitong, Xiong suddenly disappeared from the Shuiyun Boat.

"Hey Dokar, good morning."

A loud, energetic greeting came from behind Uncle Karl. The raccoon was lying on Dorkar's huge feet and toes, greeting him warmly.

Wow, your nails are so long!

"I never noticed before, but you have really long eyelashes and inner eyeliner!"

Dokar gave a buzzing greeting, his two front legs stomping excitedly twice before he climbed down to let her on.

The raccoon skillfully climbed up using both hands and feet, sat in its designated seat, and waved to Shang Yanting, who was standing there in a daze.

"Shang Yanting, you go back first. I will take good care of Uncle Karl and Dokar."

Uncle Karl, who had already firmly refused: ...

Seeing the opportunity, Shang Yanting bowed to Karl and said, "Thank you for your trouble, senior."

They clearly... refused!

Uncle Carl sat expressionlessly next to the raccoon, pondering how the little creature had gotten on.

The refusal just now was serious.

Yan Qing is now at the center of the power struggle at Dingtian Academy. Regardless of whether he becomes the dean in the future, he is no longer the innocent disciple with no status or background he once was.

His identity is special.

He has always tried his best to avoid getting too close to a certain group of people at Dingtian Academy.

Neutrality and impartiality.

This is how he should be.

Taking the thin bucket to the four deans was already an impulsive act, and now that Yan Qing's identity has changed, he should keep his distance from them even more.

"Ah, the wind is so strong!"

The raccoon leaned against a small chair, its hind legs dangling in the air.

Its big, dark eyes looked at him. "Uncle Karl, isn't my bun hairstyle especially cute today?"

Uncle Karl, whose name was called, didn't reply and coldly looked away.

Normally, Jia Xitong would immediately sense Uncle Karl's emotional changes, but now she's lost her mind.

When no one pays attention to her, she entertains herself.

Singing loudly high in the sky, completely lost in the moment, utterly intoxicated.

Uncle Carl sang so hard his fists were almost clenched.

"Ah, I'm just a singer whose talent has been wasted."

The super-expressive raccoon moved aside, letting the wind blow her bangs into a middle part. She felt like she was standing on a convertible sports car, singing "The Legend of Feng Mou," a famous singer.

Art!

"You've lost your mind."

From morning until noon, Uncle Carl finally spoke his first words to the raccoon.

"You're the one who's out of your mind."

Jia Xitong stopped, crossed her arms with her little claws, and said, "Uncle Karl, it's been so long since we've seen you, why are you swearing at me?"

Uncle Carl ignored her.

He had previously suspected that Yan Qing was trying to win him over by deliberately bringing the small bucket along, and even lying that it was sick.

After a morning of investigation, it's clear he's sick; his brain is damaged.

Silly.

Even if he's stupid, it's impossible to change his mind.

After today, let it never come again.

well.

He sighed softly as he thought of that gloomy boy.

If he hadn't pursued power and status...

Well, everyone has their own ambitions.

They had arrived at the main gate of the academy. As always, Docar stopped for a quarter of an hour. During this time, Uncle Karl said, "Stay on the chair and don't run around," and then ran to the small stall next door to buy something.

When the vendor saw him arrive, he skillfully poured him a brown liquid from the right-hand side of the container. "Old Ka, you're a little late today. Here's your Kaka Juice Tea."

"No tea today."

Uncle Karl noticed that he hadn't taken the tea leaves in front of him, and his gaze turned to the strong liquor emitting a pungent smell next to him. "Give me a jug of the strongest Blue Ice Wine."

Changing the flavor?

The vendor paused for a moment, then put the tea back and filled a jug with strong liquor.

"Old Ka, you know how potent this liquor is. Three gulps and even a magical beast can't handle it, so you'd better drink it sparingly."

He offered a friendly reminder.

Carl ignored the stall owner.

He turned around and glanced at the raccoon who was sitting obediently and not running around, but was propping up half of its body and looking in his direction. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Give me a jug of cherry coconut juice too."

"Okay!"

Carl returned with two water jugs.

He held the cherry and coconut juice in his hand, but at the last minute, he wasn't going to give it to them.

It's better to be ruthless now than to see people and things you're destined never to see again.

He placed the bottle at his feet and went straight to open the flask full of spirits and started drinking.

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