Idol coser Mr. Sokin

When Huajiang heard the voice, everyone was stunned.

Damn, Sanriyue is teaching her math problems! ?Fuck!

She listened to the particularly pleasant voice with special magnetism, and sat on the chair with her left ear coming in and out of her right ear. She doubted her dreaming, and pinched her arm heavily.

"hiss--!"

Very well, not dreaming.

She glanced at the exercises, and then at the voice on the computer in front of her.

Then he pulled the paper on the desk, read the question again carefully, and listened to the voice again.

This time she listened.

Good guy, Mose suddenly realized.

Grandpa, how could you do this!This is a modern 10-year college entrance examination question!Who is so insane and let grandpa learn math!what's up!

Huajiang grabbed the pen because he was too excited and slapped it on the table after answering, causing it to almost roll under the table. Looking at his empty chat box, he didn't type anything.

——She was so dazed that she didn't know what to hit.

"..."

Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, ask.

[How do you think our cooperation will start tomorrow? ]

[The location is Wanwu, I am responsible for all expenses, and then... ask for math QAQ! ]

After solving the problem on the other side, Zong Jin continued to flip through private messages.

In fact, most of them are meaningless confessions, and there are also some advertising private messages. It is quite easy for him to distinguish normal people from them, but since there is no need to reply, he just reads them and passes them by.

It was rare to see a voice, so Zong Jin let it go.

Afterwards, Zong Jin, who had just finished listening, blinked slowly, paused for a while, blinked again, and played it again.

It was the voice of Mikazuki Zongjin, with the other party's unique laughter.

"Hahaha, is it Sanri Yuezong? My family's nonsense wants to meet you, can I get to know you?"

Under the clear voice, I could hear another slightly embarrassing, low-pitched short knife voice: "Hey! Stop, give it back to me! Sanriyue!!"

There was a slight knocking sound at the end of the voice.

Well, it was probably thrown on him.

Zong Jin: ...

This was a private message that he had paused for a long time, and in the end, he still replied.

[it is good. ]

The other party probably fell asleep, and there was no reply.

And this happened to be the last private message. Just when Zong Jin was about to turn off the computer and put it away, Huajiang's message popped up.

He knew that the cooperation that Huajiang said was a

Starting a live broadcast, the other party, as a well-known Internet celebrity, will naturally arrange the equipment and props completely, so Zong Jin readily agreed to cooperate with Huajiang.

His eyes fell on teaching mathematics, and when he thought of the benefactor's request, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The combination of glasses and mathematics!Looks good?

It just so happens that he actually needs to go to Wanwu if he needs glasses, and he is not familiar with Wanwu and has not been there yet.If you work with Huajiang, you should be able to understand a lot of things, so you don't have to worry about buying glasses.

So they hit it off, discussed how to meet, and said goodbye to each other.

It's too late to stay up late.

In the morning, it should be said that it was early in the morning, before the sun came out, Zong Jin carried the battle uniform cut from the candlestick to the vicinity of the pile of clothes, and then covered it with the battle uniform he changed last night.

Ok……

I believe that the candlestick will never guess who the culprit is.

It really feels very unsafe to put this clothes in his room, in case they are discovered one day... Let it be an unsolved case.

After doing this, he went to sleep and returned to the cage.

After waking up again, Zong Jin asked the young master to apply to go to Wanwu, and he agreed quickly, but was told to be careful for 5 minutes and take Fox Nosuke with him so as not to lose himself.

After Zongjin asked Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada what he needed to purchase, he carried Foxnosuke to the Time-Space Converter.

The space is transformed, from quiet to the surrounding voices that are not too noisy.

The streets are full of footsteps, men with swords and gods of different heights.

Lively and calm voices blend together, sunny and bright.

It is completely different from the environment he has been in recently.

Zong Jin: ...

I really need to wake up the other sword men quickly, no wonder Sankayue wanted to invite him back then, because Honwanai is so dead.

Although the room has been specially closed, the space has become smaller.

But as a Honmaru, no matter how small it is, it is much larger than a house in this world.

Before Candlestick Cut came, it was fine to get together occasionally, but when Zongjin came out, Chidori really stayed alone in the Honmaru.

Things are much better now with candlesticks, but it's still not enough.

So... let's hurry up and make money.

The more the better.

"Sanriyue!" Suddenly a girl with a protective paper on her face bent over from his side, looking at his expression.

This is near the time-space converter. There are many entrances and exits in Wanwu, and this is one of them.

Zong Jin's eyes fell on the lower half of the opposite sheet

Face makeup, hairstyle, jewelry, and especially fashionable and beautiful, wearing a unique sassy and refreshing knee-length windbreaker and short boots, and a short skirt with a shirt and tie inside.

Even if he didn't show his face, he knew it was Huajiang.

"We met for the first time." He grabbed Foxosuke's paw in his arms and waved it, as if greeting each other in an ordinary way.

This is the hint that the two of them set up last night.

Huajiang smiled when he saw it: "I knew it was you."

This actually caught Zong Jin's attention: "Well, what should I say?"

He believes that absolutely no one can tell the difference between him and other San Riyue in terms of appearance, even in terms of temperament, voice, and way of speaking, they are enough to confuse ninety-nine percent of people.

Besides him, there happened to be Mikazuki Zongjin who appeared alone by Yizhen, and also had a fox in his arms to prevent grandpa from getting lost.

Then why does Huajiang think it's him instead of another Zhensan Riyue?

Hua Jiang waved at him, and Zong Jin followed him like a follower.

Hua Jiangcai said from a position in front of him: "It's hard to say, but you are a little different from other three-day moons."

The god-protecting paper on the face of the god-inspector does not block the line of sight, but isolates the peeping from the outside.

So she looked sideways at the vibrating sword.

"Hmm... brighter... or something?"

Probably because of this reason, Huajiang wanted to help him very much since the first time she saw him, of course she did so, and the reason was quite simple: "You will definitely be popular!"

It was the first time that someone said that in person under the guise of Sanriyue. Zong Jin found it interesting and accepted it quite frankly: "Hahaha, I wish you good advice."

Foxnosuke acted obediently as a decoration. Before coming, Zongjin told it about the situation. After all, he was the only friendly soldier in Honmaru who spoke openly, so naturally there was nothing to hide.

Halfway through, Foxnosuke jumped down to buy things.

It's the one who does the purchasing.

You've worked hard, Foxnosuke.

The address was arranged by Huajiang, but the first thing I went to was not the place where the live broadcast was going to be, but a custom clothing store with a relatively remote location.

"This is a store I have been working with for a long time. Although the price is a bit expensive, the craftsmanship and quality are very good. Give me the expenses today. Remember, it is your reward for being a teacher."

Hua Jiang pushed open the door and shouted inside: "Old man, is the order I placed last night ready?"

Zong Jin followed, but because the door was too short, he still bowed his head slightly.

, walked into this room that was a bit cramped for him.

The interior decoration looks very expensive, but it is not the gorgeous one.

The square rug in the center of the floor at the door was arranged in a diamond shape. It looked like it had been used for many years, and the pattern was particularly beautiful. There were tassels on the four sides. The tactile feeling of stepping on it made him sure that the production of this rug was definitely not cut corners.

The hanger holding the clothes on the side is made of solid wood, with a faint fragrance from itself.

The front desk, the seat in the middle, the dressing room not far away, and the small door in the deepest part of the room are all in the same style, and they are all full of traces of the passage of time, but they don't change with time like most objects. Old and bad.

In the case of good quality itself, it must have taken a lot of effort to maintain.

"You want the order you placed last night and want it today. Are you dreaming?"

With the opening of the small door, the voice that came out of it was not the voice of an old man, but an ordinary male voice. The tone of his speech rose slightly, which seemed a little underwhelming, but also a little skilled.

"Whoa."

Huajiang put a bag on the front desk, making a crashing sound.

"I brought your favorite cash here, now, are you ready?"

A person walked out of the door, and the sound of the wooden floor touching the leather shoes was very clear. It was a man who looked very young, but seeing that he was called an old man by Huajiang, he didn't refute it, maybe there was something hidden in it.

The young boss snorted coldly, and said as he walked, "I want to send me away for cash. Code Z03, locker room 3."

"Isn't this still done?" Hua Jiang asked.

"Then you should thank you for the money." Walking to the front desk, the young boss finally turned his attention to Zong Jin who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, chief, did you smuggle to Europe, or did you do something wrong?" What is illegal?"

"I said, why do you make men's clothes according to the size of the crescent moon..."

He looked at him unscrupulously. Zong Jin was well used to this kind of gaze, but he didn't really want to be looked at like this. However, when he was considering whether to use his gaze to force him back or move his feet, Huajiang kicked on the front desk.

"If you compare blindly again, I will smash your shop."

The solid wood front desk, which looked very strong, was kicked back a little bit.

Zong Jin glanced at the girl's relatively petite body: ...

The young boss was also silent for half a second.

"As expected of you, you are still as violent as ever."

"I'm in a hurry, I'll play with you another day."

Huajiang took Sanriyue to go to change

In the dressing room, I quickly fetched a set of clothes.

Explain to him that the clothes are a special preparation for the live broadcast of the cooperation later. Since Zong Jinsan Riyue wore new clothes last time and the effect was very good, she felt that they had to dress better when they announced their mutual acquaintance for the first time.

"By the way, the accessories in this dressing room are all mine. I also asked him to add some accessories according to your size yesterday..."

Huajiang opened the small cabinet in the dressing room and lowered his voice.

"He just has dishonest eyes. If you think it's rude, I'll beat him up."

Hua Jiang paused: "He owes a lot, mainly because he wants to anger me, and it's not that he has any opinion on you."

Well, I can see...

But that sight was actually nothing, because there was no malice in it.

But Huajiang's kick... Zong Jin didn't expect it at all.

Huajiang went out to ask Zong Jin to change clothes. She naturally knew her grandfather's ability to take care of herself. Before leaving, she helped Zong Jin remove all the outer armor, and Zong Jin San Riyue took care of the rest.

Before leaving, he also said that if the new clothes are not easy to wear, they will be put in a place, and she will come and see them later.

Of course, Zong Jin didn't have to worry about wearing clothes. After he changed, he glanced at the jewelry cabinet beside him.

Inside are all kinds of jewelry, glasses, fake ears, hairpins, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, necklaces... There are so many, he glanced around, and his eyes fell on a Gold-rimmed glasses.

These ornaments have the same characteristics.

That is gorgeous, flamboyant, and it is not easy to wear it when you go out on the street, but it is very good-looking.

So are the glasses.

Zong Jin picked up the glasses, with a slender glasses chain hanging on one side, reflecting the brightness of the light, flickering with the gravity, very beautiful.

After Huajiang went out, he settled accounts with the boss. They were acquaintances, so familiar that even Huajiang's sword knew that this person was unpleasant.

But if Dao Jian came alone, the boss would not make things difficult for them, and his normal appearance was quite attractive.

Only when Huajiang is around will he make some annoying and rude behaviors.

In short, Huajiang knows that this person's words and deeds usually attract hatred, but he is quite reliable in his deeds.

For example, the order from last night, when it came out, it was said that there was no order, but it was actually made.

You must know that it has been at most ten hours since she placed the order, and she doesn't know what time he will finish at night.

...Although she also gave an additional fee

That's it ==.

This guy is targeting himself, so as long as he knows that San Riyue is not her knife, this guy will definitely feel guilty.

So after explaining Sanriyue's situation, Huajiang smoothly brought two bottles of milk as an apology from the distorted young boss. She drank one bottle by herself and held the other bottle in her hand, planning to give it to Sanriyue later.

Thinking that it should be almost time, she walked towards the dressing room, just in time to bump into Zong Jin San Riyue, opened the curtain, and walked out.

"—"

She bit on the straw, and casually let go of the bottle with two fingers, but she didn't notice it.

So the milk bottle that was hanging on the straw fell to the ground, splashing a little milk, exuding a faint milk smell.

Huajiang's eyes reflected people, and his expression was blank.

The author has something to say: I am really desperate to catch up with QAQ.

In order not to make myself googling, let me put a word: I will add more updates for you tomorrow, I must!

Make a patch, the carpet is only at the door, and the rest of the room is wooden floor. (vicissitudes smoking)

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of MeowPass;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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