Trafford's Trading Club
chapter-327

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

“Which floor are you going?”

Ren Ziling decided to investigate this little girl.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she hurriedly brought out a folded flyer, “Which… Ah! Found it, eleventh floor, please!”

“Eleventh floor…” Ren Ziling looked at the little girl, “Do you want to enroll in the cram school?”

“Yes!” The little girl showed a very bright smile, “Sister Long recommended it to me.”

Who knew what Sister Long was… But Ren Ziling thought the little girl may not have stepped into society.

A rare girl, giving out information about herself so easily.

“Auntie, are you also going there?” The little girl suddenly asked with her head tilted.

What!… Auntie?

Ren Ziling approached the little girl silently, making the girl unconsciously stepped back— Until her body completely attached to the lift.

“What’s, what’s the matter?” The little girl was a little flurried.

The spell which Sister Long cast would not make her easily recognized by other people so she could do everything safely outside.

“Look at me, yes! Look at my face.” Ren Ziling squinted, “Well. That’s right. Tell me, do I look at an ‘Auntie’?”

“Wrinkle, wrinkles… Dark circles and pimples.” The little girl who was protecting her whole milk with one hand, saying in a cold sweat and swallowing saliva.

Ren Ziling stepped back as if being shocked; she turned about, fishing out a mirror and gazed at herself carefully.

My God! She didn’t have a regular schedule these days when Luo Qiu went abroad— Working overtime and eating instant noodles. Though she knew she had dark circles, but when did the wrinkles come out? Damn… even pimples!

‘But why could the little girl clearly see these? I didn’t notice them before I go out… Just two shallow…’

“Ah… Elder sister, are you Ok?” The little girl felt strange and asked.

“Nothing, I’m just… feeling a little sad.” Ren Ziling looked at the lift lights, as if looking at the lonely world on the peak.

“Guo Siniang?” The little girl was surprised and innocently blurted out, “Sister Long has said, who have read the book of Guo Siniang are old.”

“I don’t want to see you again!”

When the lift opened, Ren Ziling rushed out and left with grief.

…

But soon Ren Ziling saw the little girl again— At the reception of the cram school.

“Please fill in this form first. This is yours…” The receptionist gave the form to the little girl, and then looked at Ren Ziling, “Miss, are you also coming to register?”

“Yes, any problem?” Subeditor Ren coldly said, and then she glanced at the little girl nearby.

The little girl felt the murderous look, so she lowered her head, and wondered if this Auntie had recognized her identity.

“No, no.” The receptionist was stunned and then politely said, “No problem, we also have a special class for the adult’s College Entrance Exam.”

“Can I know about your teachers and your teaching conditions first?” Ren Ziling asked.

The receptionist smiled, “Yes, of course.”

She looked at her colleague nearby and said, “Miss Liu, take this lady to visit our classrooms.”

Ren Ziling left with another receptionist.

When the murderous eyes were gone, the little girl lightly sighed and drank the whole milk to steady her nerves, “I’m done!”

“Well… Luo Dance, really a good name.” The receptionist looked at the clear girl with a smile, and couldn’t help admiring the youth.

“Really?” The butterfly monster laughed and said, “It’s given by a nice boss.”

The receptionist didn’t ask more, but carefully looked at her form.

Soon she frowned and said, “Well, Miss, can you take a seat over there?”

“Oh, OK!”

Seeing this smart little girl go away, the receptionist made a call to her leader, “Manager, there is a customer, her educational background is home-schooled, is that OK?”

“Home-schooled? Give her a paper for a test first.”

“OK.” The receptionist nodded, then she waved her hand toward Luo Dance, “Ms. Luo, please follow me, you need to have a test.”

“Well.”

…

Ren Ziling walked around, but didn’t find anything wrong.

Just as Ma Houde said, most of the teachers here were retired teachers— And it was inappropriate to meet the boss of the cram school now.

Subeditor Ren who was unwilling to identify herself now lost interest. She went back to the reception, but she didn’t find the little girl.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?”

“Do you have any materials or pamphlets? I want to take them home.” Ren Ziling said.

The receptionist nodded, “Of course, wait a minute.”

Ren Ziling idly leaned on the desk, and suddenly saw the form, “Luo Dance? What a weird name! Have her father watched too many costume dramas? 18 years old?”

Ren Ziling suddenly squinted eyes, licking her lips, and laughing viciously like a naughty child; she quietly picked up a pen, “You deserve it!”

She turned “1” into “7”, then the little girl became 78 years old.

Subeditor Ren was always wild about mischief.

…

“OK, we’ll tell you the test result later.” The receptionist looked at Luo Dance… The little girl did the tests very fast, finishing three tests within one and a half hours.

“Oh, please check your information. If there’s no problem, please wait for our notice.” The receptionist looked at the form, “Well, you seem to have wrote something wrong here?”

“Ah?”

“78.” The receptionist laughed, “78 years old.”

The butterfly monster gaped. It was impossible. Because she had checked several times to avoid exposing herself.

But… 78 was her real age. Although she became a monster for only a short time, it was really her demon age.

The butterfly monster sniffed the form… She smelt the odor of that elder sister.

‘I thought so! She saw me through!’

‘What should I do?’

The butterfly monster quickly corrected it and left the cram school, but before going out, she seemed to meet someone…

It was a boy around 18, as if with something on his mind.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

Luo Dance quickly apologized and went to a place without people to make a call, “Help! Sister Long, someone has recognized me… Yes, a woman… I don’t know, no demon aura… Uh, her eyes are terrible… Really! She knows my age! 78 years old… What should I do?”

“A woman? Recognizing you in one glance?” Long Xiruo frowned, an experienced old demon could recognize the background of the small one, but accurately knowing the age, it sounded incredible.

In normal conditions, she couldn’t even do that, “What else did she say?”

The butterfly monster thought for a while and said, “She said, ‘I don’t want to see you again…'”

Long Xiruo nodded, “I see, come back first.”

After hanging up the phone, Long Xiruo squinted her eyes, “How dare you threaten my girl! I’d like to see which deity you are.”