Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Someone people lived without any worries their whole life.

But some others had a hard time being born. They had to work hard during their early years, but also had to work hard during their later years. Throughout their life, no matter how hard they worked, they seemed unable to get a better life.

It seems that some things had already been destined the moment one was born.

And it was impossible to change the end, no matter how hard you try to rebel against the injustice.

Some people say that everybody just needs a strong heart.

Saying that those vexing issues won’t accompany one throughout one’s life. There is always a better poem, a further place to aim for.

What the hell were those b*llshit?

This sentence was merely suitable for those who eventually became successful.

But so few people could achieve that… Even if those people seem to reveal their attitude toward life and often appear in numerous newspapers, magazines, or interviews. Nevertheless, the number of them was actually very little.

That’s right, those speakers who were interviewed were prime examples of success, but their listeners comprised of all sorts of people.

And not many people could imitate their way to improve their lives… even if they deeply believe in that f*ckin sentence.

Zhao Ru didn’t know how many people were like her, but she knew she had never admired any kind of poem, nor look far into the future.

She was one of this generation that couldn’t do it.

Within the 7 billion in this world.

She knew she had given up on her life.

She saw those students that had the best environment and envious lifestyles; yet, some of them abandoned themselves just for purchasing some luxury clothes or a pair of limited sneakers.

The world was really unfair, like so.

In that case.

Please allow me to express my anger a bit.

Since I’m abandoned by the world anyway.

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She had a similar dream… faintly, she felt that someone was gazing at her.

She raised her head.

Raising it from between her hands and knees, she found the alley more bright than before.

But she could not get used to such bright light; her sight turned blurry.

Maybe it was a hallucination; she hadn’t slept well these days.

But right then, her sight became clearer. She saw a young face— Mai Xiaojun.

He had just came back from school.

She heard a low voice from Uncle Mai, “Don’t always disturb her.”

But Mai Xiaojun didn’t care… because his grandpa always told him not to bother the other seniors.

“Sister Xiao Ru, I finished my work today.”

“Really?” Zhao Ru nodded.

She turned around and reached for her bag that was rectangular and had something heavy in it. However, as if getting an electric shock, she drew back her arm.

She didn’t take it out in the end, merely pulling out two bags of snacks for Mai Xiaojun.

Mai Xiaojun received her kindness, tearing open one bag and eating it.

Then Zhao Ru said, “No need to go tomorrow.”

“Ah?” Mai Xiaojun showed his disappointment, “Why?”

“It’s not necessary.” Zhao Ru said indifferently, “Today is the last time.”

But Mai Xiaojun only thought that he wouldn’t receive any rewards from Sister Xiao Ru… He didn’t finish the snacks everyday and had already saved seven bags these few days.

He was taught that way to calculate and save money and food.

But Mai Xiaojun didn’t know the hidden meaning of the so-called ‘last time’.

He never saw Sister Xiao Ru ever since.

When he woke up the next day, he went to greet the big sister before going to school as usual, but found the paper ‘house’ was empty.

Nobody was staying there.

His grandpa said a sentence, but Mai Xiaojun didn’t understand it, “It’s a place to gather people, and also a place to lose people. If someone leaves, it may mean it’s time to leave.”

On the way to school, Mai Xiaojun looked up to his grandpa, “Grandpa, did Sister Xiao Ru go back to her family?”

Uncle Mai fished out a wrinkled cigarette, and looked around the street, “I don’t know, maybe she finally made a decision.”

‘I don’t understand.’

But weird sentences occasionally came from his grandpa… especially when some people never came back.

Mai Xiaojun thought he would never meet this big sister again. The big sister who never smiled but would teach him and buy food for him.

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5:55 p.m.

“So… this is the reason he crossdressed?”

Before sunset, Lin Feng checked the time and asked Officer Ma, who was at the opposite unit of the home of a high school female student.

She was the one who received a threating letter.

As Wang Yuechuan predicted, she was very safe with many police officers around.

Her family was not at home.

They were arranged by the officers to have dinner outside.

Wang Yuechuan seemed to have that ability to arrange that.

“Don’t ask too much! Focus on your target! We’ll act as soon as they appear!” Ma Houde patted Lin Feng’s head.

The young policeman shrugged, picking up the telescope and gazed at some unit of the opposite building. He laughed, “But… Wang Yuechuan cross-dressing is really beautiful… Hahahahahaha, Officer Ma, it’s 6 o’clock, we still have three hours. Would you like to have a look… hahahahahaha…”

“Stop laughing!”Ma Houde patted heavily his head, saying seriously, “Do you think I’m interested in these? Humph! Give me the telescope! Lin Feng, I’m afraid you are too careless to do this job and may make mistakes! I’ll do it myself!”

‘Officer Ma… where is your moral integrity!!!’