When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 131 Friendship
Coulson accepted Nan Ke's proposal.

In fact, when Nan Ke took the flowers and threw the flowers he had spent a lot of time carefully selecting into the trash can beside him, he couldn't continue with his original plan.

"Your approach is rude, but I have to say, your suggestion is very interesting."

Coulson froze for a moment, then reached out and took the 'change' handed over by Nan Ke, thanking him.

If Nan Ke only threw flowers, then maybe he would feel angry;
But throwing flowers and putting forward an idea at the same time, then for him, this kind of behavior can be understood as a 'kind reminder' from a friend.

Ok.

Becoming friends with Nan Ke is one of his goals tonight.

certainly;

As a "human spirit", he understands that when a person does things with a purpose, he will show his feet to some extent.

However, when you exchange your sincerity for your sincerity, this kind of "transaction" often becomes extremely simple, and therefore, he really wanted to be friends with Nan Ke, and he also chose the most suitable way.

Nan Ke rolled his eyes at him, then turned and walked into the crowd.

The two lined up and entered the theater.

It was the first time for Nan Ke to come back to this kind of place, and he had watched a few funny plays in local theaters before traveling.

But I have to say, no matter in terms of decoration style or atmosphere history, the theaters I have been to, in front of this theater, are all crudely like a proposed construction room on a construction site.

The position is in the middle of the third row. As a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson's assets definitely don't match his ugly appearance.

This is the most suitable position for angle and distance, you can see the performers on the stage, and the performers can also see you.

This literary and romantic way of dating is actually the first time Nan Ke has seen it.

Although in terms of experience and technique, Coulson is similar to Nan Ke's friends, but in terms of force and financial resources, the gap is not much smaller than that of the theater.

"Enjoy art."

Coulson sat in his seat, fingers intertwined, showing an expression of excitement.

"I don't really understand." Nan Ke pursed his lips and said.

His attention was more focused on the surrounding crowd and nearby decorations.

"The so-called art is that you don't understand what it is at all." Coulson suddenly laughed, "If one day you understand it, it will no longer be art, but a pile of trash."

"So you're actually enjoying the process of not knowing what's going on?"

"The word 'unknownness' describes this feeling very accurately. In fact, I think this is actually an attitude. In essence, it is an optimistic appreciation and positive face to the unknown."

"Hehe, I find that you speak quite artisticly now."

'buzz'

The lights dimmed suddenly.

Coulson closed his mouth just now, and then made a gesture of 'talk later' to Nan Kebi.

When the lights are focused on the stage, a symphony orchestra has appeared, and what follows is a journey that is either exciting or soothing.

There is obviously no character or picture, but as the music plays, it seems that one after another magnificent articles and stories appear in my mind.

Rao is an existence like Nan Ke who basically has no artistic talent, and he is addicted to it.

As one of the greatest inventions in the world, music can transcend the barriers of language and form, allowing everyone to be silent in the same world.

If it was other art forms, it is likely that Nan Ke had fallen asleep long ago, but this time, after the last note was played, Nan Ke suddenly felt like waking up from a dream.

"hiss."

Nan Ke took a deep breath.

Coulson next to him looked erratic, as if he had been taken backstage along with the cello.

"I don't know what your purpose is." Nan Ke looked at Coulson and said after a pause, "But I have to say, it was really enjoyable tonight. If your girlfriend comes here to perform next time, you can call Get on me."

"Actually, tonight has just begun."

Coulson looked away and smiled.

He still remembers his purpose and mission. Although he has made up his mind not to mix other factors into this 'friendship', as good friends, discussing the world view with each other, is it considered to be mixed with private goods?

His life experience has allowed him to form his own set of principles and ways of doing things. Compared with other agents, his personality has made him a 'heterogeneous'.

But fortunately, this 'heterogeneous' has some innate advantages when he comes into contact with people with superpowers like Nan Ke.

"Tonight has just begun." Nan Ke patted Coulson's shoulder, "But this night belongs to you and her."

After speaking, Nan Ke patted Coulson's chest again.

He remembered that Coulson had put the money he had given him here.

Coulson pursed his lips, "I still have a long time with her"

Ignoring Coulson's hypocritical 'stay', Nan Ke waved at Coulson and walked out in the direction the crowd left.

In fact, after leaving aside the identities of the two, it's not bad to make this kind of friend.

At the very least, he is rich and speaks nicely;

If this was in his previous life, with Coulson's identity and status, he probably could only be a 'son'.

But here, everything is so natural.

In fact, many times, the friendship between men is so simple.

The theater has been renovated several times in history, so the aisle is fairly spacious, but it still looks a bit crowded when exiting.

Nan Ke walked slowly, his physical fitness made him look like a reef in the tide among the crowd.

After several strong men accidentally bumped into Nan Ke, they glanced at this 'little man' in astonishment, and said 'really hard'.

However, Nan Ke is still silent in the aftertaste, not caring about the surrounding environment until
'boom'

Nan Ke felt his arm hit the iron block.

Subconsciously raising his head, he saw a being dressed even more strangely than himself.

The thick black robe covered the whole figure, making it impossible to see the tall, short, fat and thin. There was an iron box on the back, and it was unknown how he passed the security check.

I just seemed to have bumped into an iron box.

The upper end of the black robe moved, as if looking back at Nan Ke, but then, he stepped out again.

Nan Ke squinted his eyes for a while, then turned to look at Coulson who was rushing towards the backstage.

The calm agent has completely transformed into a young man in love at this moment, and it seems that all restraints and restraints have been released for a short time.

After hesitating for a while, Nan Ke lowered his head again and lined up obediently to go out.

perhaps;

I should give this new friend some chances.

At the very least, if the direction of the plot cannot be changed, then I can be regarded as making up for some regrets for him.

(End of this chapter)