Chapter 60: Even a good cat can make money!

"You fucking—"

Luo Siming stood up abruptly, his face flushed red with anger.

"What's all the noise about?"

The teacher who came to class opened the door, heard the swear word, and spoke in an extremely stern voice.

She had her hair neatly styled in a bun, and her eyes were exceptionally sharp. Behind her followed a middle school teacher carrying a stack of test papers, looking embarrassed.

Luo Siming's words suddenly caught in his throat.

"Sit down, it's time for class."

As she spoke, the female teacher walked to the podium, tapped the blackboard expressionlessly, and said, "My surname is Peng, and I don't like to talk nonsense, so listen carefully."

"I know that many of you have reached the provincial team level and inevitably feel that you are talented, and you tend to look down on this or that."

Teacher Peng glanced at them, his expression unusually blunt.

"But in my opinion, they're all pretty much the same kind of garbage."

"Since you're all trash, you'd better behave yourselves in class. I don't like students who are too noisy."

"Arrive five minutes early before class starts, and you'll have ten minutes to ask questions after class. Don't bother me at other times."

"Of course, if anyone can get a perfect score on the test I set, feel free to cause trouble."

The classroom was completely silent.

They were at an age where their ambitions were sky-high, and each of them had a look of defiance in their eyes.

Teacher Peng, however, seemed quite used to it and continued speaking as if nothing was amiss, managing the conversation with ease.

"Classes will be from nine to ten o'clock, and the exam will be from ten to twelve o'clock. I will grade your exams at noon, and we will start going over the exams and giving lectures at one o'clock in the afternoon. That's today's schedule."

"From now on, focus on keeping up with my pace."

"..."

Jiang Yingxu picked up his pen and wrote a formula on the draft paper. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the prop cat in his schoolbag, which slightly distracted him.

That real kitten.

Shi Miao, who waved goodbye to Red after getting off the bus and disappeared into the crowd, what is she doing outside now?

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"...It costs twenty yuan to play one round, and you get twenty-five simulated bullets."

The stall owner had noticed the girl standing around the stall a long time ago.

During the National Day holiday, the streets were crowded with people, but she stood out from the crowd.

It's hard for men and women passing by not to turn around and glance at her.

The stall owner, who wasn't very educated, racked his brains and could only come up with one sentence: "She seemed to be shining in the sun."

The young couple in front of the stall had already tried several 20-yuan notes.

The guy who had initially patted his chest and promised to get his girlfriend the biggest plush bear was sweating, and then awkwardly wiped the sweat from his palms.

"This...this gun is faulty!"

The boy said to his girlfriend, "I used to be very accurate when I went to the shooting club, how could I not hit a single balloon? There must be something wrong with the gun. I heard that they deliberately adjust the crosshair off-center."

The stall owner was enthusiastically promoting his product to Shi Miao, but upon hearing this, he immediately became unhappy.

"Young man, if you can't hit it, you can't hit it. Why are you slandering my gun?"

The onlookers burst into laughter, and some echoed, "If the person is no good, don't blame the gun."

The boy immediately panicked, "There's definitely a problem!"

Upon seeing the pretty young girl in front of the stall owner with a curious expression, he immediately warned, "Don't play around, this stall is a complete scam!"

The stall owner rolled up his sleeves: "Say one more word?"

The boy dropped the gun, grabbed his girlfriend, and started walking out, saying angrily, "Baby, I'll just buy you one. Let's not play around at this stall. Look at the owner's face; if we actually hit him, he probably won't give us the toy..."

Shi Miao knew that nothing serious was happening at the training camp, and since she really disliked listening to those roundabout lessons about elasticity, friction, acceleration, and deceleration, she simply slipped out to wander around.

My attention was drawn to the stalls on the pedestrian street outside Jiangda University.

She took a few steps forward, picked up a gun from another spot, and tossed it in her hand.

It's sinking a little bit.

The stall owner was quite annoyed by the boy, but seeing that Shi Miao was bright and pretty, he had a thought of letting her bring in new customers, so he said enthusiastically, "Come on, I'll give you three bullets to try it out."

Shi Miao's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Really?"

Stall owner: "I'm not that kind of stingy person."

Shi Miao said lightly, "Okay, I haven't played it before, I'll give it a try."

She clumsily imitated the boy's movements, setting up the gun with particularly awkward actions.

A snap.

The simulated projectile flew out, but it didn't even touch the edge of the balloon, let alone break it.

The onlookers continued to jeer.

"This young lady isn't up to the task."

"Oh dear, it's obvious you've never played before. That posture is so awkward, how can you possibly hit it?"

The stall owner, beaming with joy, watched the crowd gradually gather around his stall and reassured her, "It's alright, little sister, you'll get the hang of it after a few more tries."

Shi Miao didn't speak, but made a slight adjustment.

*Thud*, nothing happened.

Snap, as usual, nothing came of it.

*Snap!* This time it hit! The balloon burst open with a bang.

Stall owner: "Not bad, you see, I told you my gun was fine..."

Before the words were even finished, a series of popping sounds, along with the thud of balloons bursting, rang out.

Shi Miao narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at the target ahead, her pupils locked.

The brilliant sunlight fell from the sky, passing through the raised canopy and casting a hazy red glow that softly outlined her smooth and beautiful profile.

She still wore the same beautiful dress and had the same charming appearance, yet she inexplicably exuded a chilling and sharp aura.

The banging sounds continued incessantly.

The entire surface of balloons, not a single one was missed, they were all popped.

Shi Miao put down her gun, stretched her shoulders, and turned to look at the stall owner, whose smile had completely vanished.

Her lips curled up, and her cat-like eyes sparkled.

She raised a fair finger and pointed to the one-meter-tall doll tied to the highest point.

"Uncle, I've finished all of them. Does that mean I can get the teddy bear now?"

Stall owner: "..."

Shi Miao twisted her wrist, her face innocent.

"Uncle, why aren't you saying anything?"

If you refuse to admit it, even a cat knows a few fighting skills!

Stall owner: "..."

Of course, Shi Miao wasn't really interested in that teddy bear.

The stall owner pulled her aside and very politely offered her two hundred yuan, saying she wouldn't want the bear anymore.

Stall owner: "I didn't even have two hundred yuan worth of stock to begin with!!!"

Shi Miao blinked. "Oh, I see. Then I'll tell them that some of the simulated bullets were so soft they almost didn't pop the balloons..."

"Wait a minute!"

The stall owner glanced at the increasingly bustling stall, exclaimed "Oh dear!" and painfully pulled out two hundred yuan.

"Here you go, here you go, okay!"

Shi Miao tucked two pink banknotes into her pocket and walked out with light steps.

She proudly shared with the system: "This is money the cat earned!"

Goddess! Listen to this!

Even a good cat can make money now!

Cats are absolutely amazing!

The system seemed quite pleased, praising him several times with unique phrases from its database, and then asked: "How do you plan to spend the money? Do you want to get something to eat?"

The kitten, full of pride, declared: "I'm going to buy clothes for Jiang Yingxu!"

She had specifically looked at it when she did a thorough cleaning at home before.

Jiang Yingxu didn't own many autumn and winter clothes.

The only thicker uniform is the winter uniform from No. 1 Middle School.

I don't know how Jiang Yingxu survived so many winters before.

system:【? 】

System: 【...Heh.】

At this moment, Shi Miao still didn't understand the meaning behind the system's cold laugh.

Until she walked into a men's clothing store.

The sales assistant greeted her with a smile. After listening to her request, she pulled over a coat from the shelf and said enthusiastically, "How about this jacket? It's made of windproof fabric with a thin fleece lining, so it looks very crisp when you wear it... We're having a promotion right now, it's only 499 yuan after the discount."

Shi Miao: "."

Shi Miao: "Taking away the young master?!"