33 This beautiful man was walking in front, and Ma Zhiyuan was walking behind.

Ma Zhiyuan had already guessed whether this man had also gone to the library.

The beautiful man in front of him suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Little brother, what have you been following me for?"

The beautiful man asked.

Hearing what the man in front of him said, Ma Zhiyuan just wanted to say that the other party was sick.

"What am I doing with you? I'm going to the bookstore here. ”

"Oooh, I've been stalked lately. Coincidentally, I'm also going to the bookstore to read a book. I didn't expect you to like reading so much, little brother, what books do you usually read? ”

"Recipes."

For this kind of sick person, Ma Zhiyuan doesn't want to talk too much nonsense.

"Recipes? Little brother, do you like to cook? ”

"Hmm."

"Really? Do you want to be a fairy chef? ”

"Hmm."

The man's mouth was like a hole, and he couldn't stop at all.

Ma Zhiyuan, on the other hand, answered some of his boring questions with as few words as possible.

The two talked and talked, but they didn't stop at their feet, and they arrived at the bookstore after a while.

"Little brother, come on, brother, I'll go in and read."

The man waved his hand at Ma Zhiyuan and walked into the inner floor.

There are some high-priced books on the inside, and Ma Zhiyuan doesn't have the money to go in and read them.

Sure enough, this man is a rich man.

Then Ma Zhiyuan found the recipe section, and then found a book to read.

The bookstore is not a place for people to read books, but a place for people to buy books, but even that can't stop people from reading books inside, and over time, it defaults to letting people read books on the outside.

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During Ma Zhiyuan's reading, a cleaner hung a sign saying "Cleaning" on the outside of the men's bathroom, and then pressed his cleaning hat and pushed the door into the toilet.

There was only one person in the toilet, wearing a white mask, and he was combing his messy hair in front of the large mirror.

However, how he took care of it, the hair on his head was still a mess.

The toilet door was pushed open, and he paused slightly, glanced at the door, and after seeing that it was a cleaner, he continued to straighten his hair.

"Hello, the toilet needs to be cleaned."

The cleaner said with his head down, as if he didn't want to see his face.

"What do you need to clean?"

The man with the haircut asked.

"I need you to leave."

With that, the cleaner looked up.

He also wears a white mask, and he can't see his facial features, even the eyes without a single hole.

"Did you find someone?"

The man with messy hair asked.

"Found it. It's the same as you said, in the bookstore here. That guy really likes to read, and he actually sneaks out just to read a book. ”

"Hmph, does a bookworm still live without a book? Everything is going according to plan. ”

"Yes!"

The cleaner bowed his head and replied.

"By the way, let's change the code, this code is too stupid."

Then a gust of wind blew through for no apparent reason, and the man in front of the mirror disappeared.

Looking at the cleaner again, the mask on his face disappeared, revealing his face, he shivered slightly, as if he had caught a cold, and then lowered his head to clean up.

The time to read the book passed quickly, and Ma Zhiyuan bought a local recipe and planned to leave to find a place to eat.

Coincidentally, he had just settled the bill, and the sick man came out of the inner layer.

He carried a basket full of books.

That's too much...

Ma Zhiyuan was frightened by the amount of books.

The books on the inner floor are very expensive, and this man has taken out so many dollars, you can imagine how rich he is.

"Little brother, have you bought a good book too? What books did you buy? Let me see. ”

When the man saw Ma Zhiyuan, he came over, regardless of whether Ma Zhiyuan was happy or not.

"This."

It's just an ordinary recipe, and it's not a treasure book, Ma Zhiyuan feels that there is nothing to hide.

"Yes, yes, it looks like a good book, will you lend it to me when you get out of the bookstore?"

The man is not seen at all.

After leaving the bookstore, you can sweep it with your divine sense, isn't it equivalent to letting this man get a book for free?

The illness is not light.

Ma Zhiyuan directly labeled this man.

"Okay."

It's not a strange book anyway, and it's nothing to share.

I, Ma Zhiyuan, am not a stingy person.