"I'm not lying, there was a beautiful woman with bread in her mouth who hit me in the morning," Kobayashi patted the table, his voice sharp, like a loyal minister who had been wronged and defended himself in front of the king.

Immediately, like a teenager secretly buying a book, he lowered his voice and said: "Then to apologize, she and I did it, the chest is as white as a big steamed bun, and it feels completely different from the usual self-congratulation, as if it is about to fly." ”

This is the window seat in the fifth row of the classroom in Class A, and he occupies a place that does not belong to him, trying to prove to Nanagawa that he has encountered the peach blossom luck this morning.

Obviously, Qihe Zhengzhong didn't believe in this matter, his eyes were full of worry, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be delusional, I believe that as long as you work hard, sooner or later you will be able to experience what it is like to be a man." ”

Kobayashi Yu was very anxious, as if the nouveau riche who was eager to show off his money and card had lost his money, he patted the hand on his shoulder, and said angrily: "I can't tell you clearly, Muto will definitely understand me." ”

"Understand what?" A faint voice interjected into the conversation, and Muto Aoi strolled over, his hands propped up on his desk.

As soon as he wanted to speak, Nanagawa Masatuga got up, stretched out his hand and pulled Muto Qing to the corner of the classroom, and said in a low voice: "I suspect that Xiao Lin has been holding back for too long, and his brain is holding back his fantasies, do you know what he just said?" He actually said that a woman with a loaf of bread bumped into him, and then in order to apologize, he took off his pants on the spot to help him contain it, and there is no such nonsensical plot even in adult films these years. ”

Muto Qing glanced at him in surprise and said, "What Xiao Lin said is true, why don't you believe it?" ”

Nanagawa was stunned, thinking that he had gone crazy again.

Muto Qing glanced at Kobayashi Yu, who was fidgeting in his seat, and then explained to Nanagawa in a low voice: "I'm going to go to the Municipal Museum of Art with my senior on Sunday, and I feel a little sorry for him, so I'll go to a nightclub to hire someone." ”

His eyes widened, and then he smiled bitterly: "I said how could there be such a thing, it turns out that you hired someone to make a ghost." ”

"You have to keep it a secret from me, otherwise Xiao Lin will have to fight with me."

Nanagawa nodded and said, "I understand, you can't stimulate Kobayashi's sensitive self-esteem. ”

Returning to his seat, Kobayashi Yu came up to explain, Muto Qing reached out and patted him on the shoulder, encouraging: "I'm sure you won't lie, and the same goes for Nanagawa." ”

Kobayashi Yu laughed and said: "Haha, Mutoya, who knows me, is not like someone, he doesn't have that luck, and he has to doubt me." ”

Nanagawa Masatada, who was called someone, shook his head, did not argue about the issue, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's all my fault." ”

Xiao Linyou's mood became happy, and he waved his hand and said, "I have always been broad-minded, and I will forgive you this time." ”

Nanagawa couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed, and then Muto laughed too, Kobayashi Yu wondered, but he was not to be left behind, and laughed.

The three of them giggled for a while, then continued to chat.

Time passed, a few days passed, and the calendar flipped to February 28, eight o'clock in the morning.

At the station in front of the Municipal Museum of Art, Orihime Koriyama wears a wide-brimmed sunhat with a white white and a little tulle around the edges, which only needs to be pressed down slightly to cover most of her cheeks.

She wore a cool mint dress, a beige bag, pale blue sandals at her feet, and her well-trimmed toenails shimmered with light blue stars.

"It's so slow, it's already eight o'clock, less than five minutes before the exhibition starts, juniors shouldn't let me go, right?" Orihime Koriyama took out her phone from her bag and glanced at the time, her tone looking a little dissatisfied.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from the back, "It's not that I'm late, it's that the seniors came too early." ”

She turned around, and a delicate face suddenly came into view, she didn't panic, glared at her, and said: "Junior, it's not a gentleman's job to pick a thorn like this, let the girl wait for a long time, she should honestly admit her mistake." ”

"Hey," Muto Qing shrugged his shoulders, then turned his head to look at the Municipal Art Museum and said, "It's still too big here, your dad can hold an art exhibition here, it seems to be quite famous." ”

The exterior of the Municipal Art Museum is whitewashed and five stories high, and the entrance is made of tempered glass, and in front of the door are 29 semicircular steps, which go down one after another, which looks very stylish.

Orihime Koriyama glanced at him, and said angrily: "It's not very famous, it's very famous, maybe it's nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the art world, in the eyes of some rich businessmen who love oil paintings, a painting in Ireland is worth 30 million US dollars, to say the least." ”

Muto Qing squinted and said, "The situation that the seniors know is really detailed. ”

Her face turned slightly red, and she said in an arrogant tone: "This topic is over, what about the ticket?" Don't say forget to be at home. ”

Muto Qing touched the pocket of his slacks, it was empty, and he looked a little embarrassed and said, "I was in too much of a hurry to go out, I really forgot." ”

She covered her mouth and chuckled: "Okay, you think you can deceive me like this, take it out quickly, the art exhibition is about to start." ”

Mu Tengqing spread out his hands and said helplessly: "I really forgot, I don't believe you searched my two trouser pockets to see if there are any." ”

Koriyama Orihime didn't believe it, reached into his trouser pocket and groped, but there was really nothing, and then went around the back to look, and it was not clamped on the back waist.

Her smile froze, her whole face tensed, and she said word by word: "After!" Generation! Monarch! ”

With these three words, the anger in her heart revealed that the volcano was about to erupt. I have been reminded in advance, but I still forgot it, and the juniors were unexpectedly unreliable.

Muto Qing was not in a hurry, his left hand clenched and opened, and the tickets for the two art exhibitions appeared in the palm of his hand, and he smiled: "Senior, are you surprised?" Surprised? ”

Koriyama Orihime snatched the ticket, gave him a blank look and said, "How old are you, and you are still playing this trick of a middle school student." ”

He raised his eyebrows lightly and retorted, "How can a middle school student play such a high-level spell, you just saw it, I don't have anything in my left hand." ”

"Okay, the art museum has opened, I don't want to listen to juniors talk about the practice of magic, next time I have time, I will appreciate your magic tricks."

Orihime Koriyama looked perfunctory, not believing what he said, so she took him by the arm and walked towards the museum.

Muto Qing pursed his lips, he was not arguing about the truth or falsehood, he had already told the truth, the other party didn't believe it, and he wouldn't prove it.

When I walked to the door of the art museum, I showed my tickets to the four security guards, and one of the security guards said, "The exhibition is held on the second floor, please enjoy it." ”

Muto Qing rolled his eyes, he was not interested in oil paintings, and ink paintings could still be appreciated.

This time I'll come.,That is, to accompany Koriyama Orihime.。

The museum is silent, you can hear the sound of your feet stepping on the ground, and the cool air fills every corner.

Because it was still early, there were not many people, especially the Irish painting exhibition on the second floor, and there were even fewer people.

Koriyama Orihime strolled through the corridors covered with oil paintings, admiring each painting with her eyes until she stopped and stared blankly at a little girl's oil painting.