Seeing Minty's stunned expression, Damon quickly added: "From the seventh grade."
"V, you are so weak~" Minty stood up suddenly, and hopped vigorously on the sofa: "Aren't the seventh graders still a bunch of brats? Why do you want me to go to school like the brats? Ahhh"
Damon didn't stop his daughter from yelling and let her vent her emotions, but continued: "V also asked me to be a cartoonist, and I only drew at home, so I have to try to get used to this new profession? From tomorrow Beginning, our lives will be completely new."
Minty hugged her little head, threw herself heavily on the sofa and rolled around: "What kind of new life is going to school!"
Damon showed guilt: "Minty, I'm sorry."
Little Luoli, who was rolling around, stopped and tilted his head to look at him: "Huh?"
Damon touched her little head: "This is all my selfishness. I have been thinking about revenge and dragged you in. V reminded me that you should have a normal life instead of following me to kill people every day."
Mindy: "It's true that we kill the bad guys."
Damon: "But, do you have any friends?"
Minty frowned, thought for a moment before tentatively asking: "Does v count?"
Damon smiled bitterly: "Other children, there are at least dozens of classmates, even if they are not friends, they can call out their names and play together. But you can only think of v, and you haven't even seen his face."
Minty was speechless.
She doesn't care about children or anything, but she really hasn't seen V's face.
But v's weird smiling face mask is actually pretty cool? Little Luoli's mind suddenly went astray.
After another long conversation, Damon finally got Mindy to accept that she was going to school, and it was only in a week or two.
Speaking of this decision, Damon still did not forget to cheer himself up: "That's right, in the future we will learn to live a normal life and stop fighting and killing people."
Minty's face was full of despair, but he couldn't refute what his father said.
D'Amico is dead, and she and her father really have no reason to go on a killing spree.
Suddenly, a light flashed in her mind.
Quickly grasping this insight, she interrupted her father who was nagging and planning for the future: "Dad, now we have a big problem.
Damon turned to look at her: "Ah, what's the problem?"
Minty: "Just now, you seemed to have given all one million to V."
Damon didn't take it seriously: "Yes, but he deserves it."
Minty nodded: "Yes, I also think he deserves it, but what about my tuition?"
Damon was stunned suddenly, with a confused look on his face: "Tuition fee?"
Mindy: "Dad, don't you want to send me to a public school in a black area or a Spanish-speaking area? It really doesn't cost much, but I'm afraid I can't help but kill some gangsters."
Damon shook his head repeatedly.
In schools with a poor environment in the United States, many children have relatives with gangsters, and some even use these relationships to sell weeds into schools. The habits of these children are not very good.
Most of them, after a few years, will be new gang members, officially transferred to weed or drug dealers.
With Minty's temper, conflicts with these children are almost inevitable, and it is really difficult to solve problems in school.
"I'm going to find you a school in the past two weeks. It must be the one with a good environment and atmosphere." Damon said.
Minty blinked and looked at him: "Then, what about the tuition?"
Damon stroked the mustache on his lips: "Shouldn't it cost much?"
Minty casually grabbed the notebook next to him, searched it, and turned the screen to his father: "This is Trevor Middle School, which belongs to the middle level of a good school in New York. For the time being, I will not consider the issue of me being a transfer student, just look at it." What is the tuition fee for its regular admission?"
Damon looked at it and said puzzledly, "It's over 20,000 a semester, isn't that much?"
Mindy: "Not much. But we're out of money."
Damon: "Huh?"
Minty: "The money we pooled before finally paid off the debt owed by v. These days we are getting familiar with the new armor and went to trouble that Irish gang. get the money."
Damon recalled it, and found that it was exactly what he told Minty, the family really didn't have much money.
Minty looked at his expression, and added a slash: "Dad, I just remembered that we seem to owe V another million for this new armor?"
Damon's hand touching his beard stopped, his face stiffened, as if he had been petrified.
He really forgot about it.
Originally thought that after taking revenge, he would be relaxed, but suddenly found that he was still a millionaire.
Minty looked at his father's expression, secretly happy in his heart: "So, we still have to find a few big fat sheep and grab them hard."
Damon frowned: "I'm not busy for now, let's talk about it after a few days of rest." He didn't want to slap himself in the face when he said something just now.
Minty sighed and walked into her room.
Damon: "What are you doing? Angry?"
Minty: "Dad, why am I so stingy. Wait, I'll look for something."
Moments later, she emerges from her room, holding a pink... piggy bank in her arms.
Damon continued to be confused: "What are you?"
Minty put the pink piggy on the coffee table and smashed it with a punch, and the scattered banknotes and coins inside were scattered on the table.
She stepped forward and began to clean them unhurriedly, saying: "Dad, this is the only money in the family. Let me count, it should be enough for us to eat a few fast meals."
Damon: "Huh? Wait, didn't I just give you a thousand dollars a few days ago?"
Minty: "But you asked me to order a pair of handmade No. 42 butterfly knives, and the two classic sabers you fancy? There is not enough money, and I even posted dozens of dollars in it."
While talking, little Luoli snickered inwardly, and quickly counted up the money in his hand: "Ok, there is still one hundred and fourteen fifty-three. The two of us can live a little longer, and we can last for two or three days."
Damon: "…"
Faced with the "difficulties" raised by his daughter, he found it difficult to stick to his previous ideas.
Sighing, he stood up and picked up the battle armor that hadn't been hung in the locker beside him: "Okay, change the equipment, let's do another vote tonight."
Minty giggled and hurried off to change.
Seeing his daughter's happy look, Damon felt helpless: V, I tried my best, but it seems that the result is not very good.
However, men must be honest.
It is said that tomorrow is a holiday, so it is still... I will find a gang to wash it tonight. Damon thought so, thinking about a suitable target.
After a while, the father and daughter drove out again.
In the car, Minty asked, "Who are you looking for this time?"
Damon: "Do you still remember the group of people we investigated earlier that had a lot of business dealings with D'Amico?"