Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

After walking a few steps, maybe because today is not a rest, and the location of the art gallery is not satisfactory, I saw very few tourists coming and going, and very few people came to watch the works of art, and even said that the exhibition was pitiful and empty. There were almost only a few people in the hall, and those people looked familiar.

Wang Lie narrowed his eyes and walked over.

Conan followed Xiaolan listlessly, and Xiaolan exclaimed in amazement after seeing the works of art hanging on the wall.

"Hello there!"

A gentle and magnetic male voice came from behind.

Conan and Maurilan looked back.

He is a young man who is dressed in a different style, but has a very exotic charm. He has black hair and black eyes, but his facial features are very three-dimensional, and he looks like a mixed race.

Looking at them now with a smile.

"You... hello!" Xiaolan blushed slightly.

"My name is Wang Lie, and I'm a tourist here. Can you get to know me?" Wang Lie also looked at the absolute heroine of the world of Conan, who was tall and beautiful.

Are you supposed to be the heroine?

"My name is Mao Lilan, and I'm still a high school student."

Wang Lie's current appearance is indeed quite handsome, and there are extra points for exotic FengQing and exotic temperament. At this time, Mao Lilan is a little nervous about meeting idols for normal people.Well, just a metaphor.

"Then may I know Miss Mao Lilan's phone number?" Wang Lie went straight in.

"Ah? Senior Lie! Of course you can."

"Is this big brother also here to see the painting?" Conan interrupted with a smile, pointing at a painting in a cute way. "Big brother, that painting is so beautiful."

The body is cute, but Conan's heart is alarming. He feels the green light gradually appearing on his head, and Wang Lie's gives him a strong sense of crisis.

Damn it, if it weren't for the body getting smaller.

Wang Lie turned his eyes away with a half-smile but glanced at him.

Conan's face stiffened, he always felt that Wang Lie seemed to know something.

Wang Lie quickly turned his eyes away. He knew what Conan was afraid of, but he didn't mean to take advantage of Mao Lilan, but Wang Lie wasn't someone who completely looked at these things. People always wanted to feel that as long as he could survive, In the future, I will not say that I am alone.

You have to find one or a few people you really like or love to spend a long life.

Well, he has this confidence.

Mao Lilan's attention also shifted. Looking at the painting Conan said across the railing, it was indeed a good work. The sadness of the girl in the painting completely overflowed and infected people's emotions, which made Mao Lilan think of it for a long time. Kudo Shinichi, who has never been seen.

While admiring, a hunched old figure appeared behind several people.

Wang Lie was very sensitive, he reacted immediately and looked back, but it was an old man with gray eyebrows and beard.

The old man was dressed in a brown suit, and his whole body revealed the same breath as these works of art.

The smiles are very kind, and there is an emotion called happiness watching them appreciate the works.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, Curator Ochiai."

Only then did Xiaolan realize that there was a person standing behind her. She blushed and hurriedly turned around.

In fact, she doesn't know what's so good about this painting, but she simply thinks it looks good and resonates a little.

"There are many more paintings like this here. If possible, I can show you everywhere." After looking at Wang Lie, who was looking at him with complicated eyes, he nodded. "This gentleman can come too."

"My pleasure."

"Thank you, Director Ochiai."

Conan was completely ignored gorgeously, and could only follow behind in a depressed manner.

Next, under the leadership of the old curator, Xiaolan Wanglie and his party enjoyed the works of art.

Although they don't understand any of them, they just feel a little bit of beauty.

But because of this, Wang Lie temporarily integrated into this small group.

In the afternoon, Wang Lie went outside and exchanged all the 20 gold coins he got in the first round of promotion into Japanese yen. During this period, a 20-gram gold coin can be exchanged for about 400 yen, a total of [-] million. Around the yen is enough for Wang Lie to use temporarily.

He has a causal godhead or a system in his body. Language and identity are just a process of adjusting and continuing causality. Virtual things can't spend much causal power, and the remaining part of the system is enough.

When I came back, I happened to meet the boss of the show at the end of the show, instructing people to remove the artwork from the art museum. It was very casual and rude, and many of the paintings were slightly damaged.

The strange thing is that the curator Ochiai, who is very fond of artworks, didn't say a word from beginning to end, just lowered his head, like a statue.

Wang Lie smiled.In the mind of the curator Ochiai, this Shinchu is already a dead person.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?" One of Zhenzhong's subordinates glared fiercely. He just dropped a painting and hit his foot, and is now resting on the side.

Zhenzhong frowned, walked over, and asked formally, "Is Mr. Briton?"

Wang Lie was stunned when he heard the words, and touched his face. Although it was seven or eight similar to before, the outline was much deeper, and it was already three-dimensional like a European.

Still shaking his head. "No, I'm from China."

Zhenzhong immediately calmed down and said lightly: "Then if you are making fun of Shizhong, please apologize to him."

The tone is firm and unequivocal, and cannot be refused.