“Hello, is this… Virus company?”
The little girl in yellow stood nervously in front of the tall counter.
“Yes. What business do you want to handle? “
“I want a virus that gives my teacher a headache when he assigns me homework, OK?” The little girl asked timidly.
“Yes.” On the principle of not rejecting anyone, I handed her a blue bottle.
“Please use it carefully,” I said.
Because, yesterday, her teacher just bought “the virus that will cause headache without homework” from me.
People always hurt each other.