nycdaug Chapter 217 Ave Mujica's 3-Day Countdown
Chapter 217 Ave Mujica's 3-Day Countdown
Facts have proved that no matter how outstanding a person is, if he is too familiar with you and there is no sense of distance between you, you will feel that he is just so-so.
Even though Kashiwa Sanhui's level 8 charm of the succubus physique was at full power, he was still unable to seduce Xiangzi, whose heart was as solid as a rock after being possessed by old man Fei. Xiangzi still decided to handle these things on his own - well, Kashiwa Sanhui could only respect his blessing.
Just don't lose your life. I'll cover the rest.
What Baihe Sanhui didn't expect was that Xiangzi would push the issue further: "Doctor, I want to sleep in the infirmary this afternoon and skip class."
You might as well drop out of school. Who can take care of you? At least today, Baihe Sanhui can't take care of Xiangzi. Let him sleep if he wants. I will take care of you after this troubled time.
I have to go to a meeting in the afternoon and celebrate the fact that Yuqiu has turned a profit. The big players in the market like Kashiwa Sanhui's privatization policy very much, so they have used a lot of money to fill Yuqiu's bank account.
Of course, it is also possible that the Toyokawa family has made a big move. After all, the firm that he asked to be trusted did a quick check and found that most of the sources of funds - loan investments, external teacher recruitment or tuition fees, all have some shadow of the Toyokawa Group in them, but the amounts are very subtle, not too much, not too little, just enough for Yuqiu's operations and a small profit.
It seems that the old man is really worried that Xiangzi has no education to go to.
After the meeting, it was naturally time to get off work. Baihe Sanhui returned to the infirmary and found that Xiangzi, who was still sleeping soundly three hours ago, had disappeared. The white sheets and thin quilts had been carefully washed and hung on the railing of the balcony outside.
The infirmary was empty except for me. The brown schoolbag I bought for Xiangzi was neatly placed together with Baihe Sanhui's leather suitcase, and the tables and chairs were also neatly arranged and cleaned.
Baihe Sanhui scratched his head in confusion, thinking that he should at least help Xiangzi write a leave note. After opening the drawer, he found a sticky note on the cigarette box where he stored pebbles, with Xiangzi's neat but somewhat elegant handwriting on it.
[I owe Xiao Mu a lot, I want to go help her.]
Holding the blue sticky note with faint tear marks visible in the sunlight, Kashiwa Sanhui shook his head helplessly, folded it up and put it in his pocket.
"This kid... is such a stubborn kid. There's absolutely no way he can be of any help."
A guy who actually only thinks about himself suddenly starts to care about others... But maybe Xiangzi has changed compared to before?
Well, anyway, I will clean up the mess for her. Although it will definitely make Xiangzi unhappy, I can just do things in a discreet manner... I will just treat Xiangzi as the last insurance in my plan.
However, no matter what plan we make, it all depends on how Mortis performs in her debut performance. If this inexplicable guy is really working hard, then my efforts will be in vain.
……
Chuhua's office, Ave Mujica base.
"Oh, what a big house!"
What's so big about it? It's not even as big as the storage room in your home - Taoxiang, who came with Chuhua and Mana to join in the fun, couldn't help but mutter in her heart, but still cooperated with Mu and put on the same surprised expression.
"Yeah, it's such a spacious room. I feel like it could hold a whole symphony orchestra."
Taoxiang actually didn't want to come. She always looked uninterested when Xiaomu was not around - after all, the Tokyo department of the agency where she used to work was right downstairs from their base. As soon as she saw the familiar sign and the familiar name, she felt a little PTSD. What's more, the person in charge of this area was her former agent, which made her feel even more embarrassed.
When we met in the elevator just now, Miss Miura came up to me and greeted me warmly, saying, "Chiyomaru has been shedding a lot of skin lately. The young master ate a lot yesterday and had diarrhea all the time." She also said, "I found a lot of coupons and I can share some with Momoka."
I don't own those two reptiles! What's the point of you telling me that? Do I look like someone who can offer any academic advice on cold-blooded animals?!
But you can get more coupons and save some money to buy alcohol.
Although Momoka and Mana already knew what a rotten person they were, but...
Taoxiang felt a little crazy when she thought about this.
But the image of a magnanimous and chivalrous big sister in the martial arts world that I worked so hard to establish in front of Xiao Mu collapsed just like that!
Although ten minutes have passed, Taoxiang's goose bumps have not disappeared until now - why do I always feel that Xiaomu is looking at me with a playful look?
This base was actually renovated two weeks ago. The boss of the agency, who is also a famous fan leader of Sumimi, put in all his efforts and spent all the money in his account to rent this floor and decorate it. Not only are all kinds of musical instruments available, but it also has a kitchen, bathroom, and even a small cinema.
The movie theater was added after the owner found out that Xiao Mu was actually a second-generation celebrity. Maybe he thought that even if he couldn't make any money, he could still make some money from the Ruoye family by making the eldest daughter happy.
Chuhua and Mana followed Mu in. After carefully examining the room, they raised their phone and spoke to their agent, "Can we get another bed? This place seems more comfortable than the place we rented."
Beds are expensive, and one is enough for me and Mana to sleep in.
"Xiao Mu, don't touch the things in the kitchen." Next came Miao Meng, carrying a heavy plastic bag, wearing a pair of old-fashioned round-frame sunglasses and a French ladies' hat, with long white feathers sticking out of the brim.
The next three days will be spent working hard in this big house, memorizing lines, walking on stage, studying body posture and stage effects, and also studying and practicing songs.
In fact, I can go home after get off work after five o'clock every afternoon, but with so many things to do, I have to work overtime. Miao Meng is ready to sleep on the floor here, and her bag is full of snacks that she and Xiaomu like.
Although it was a bit unnecessary to do so, the refrigerator had already been filled up by the boss.
"Ahem... Where's Hailing? get out of class hasn't ended yet?"
Hearing Mana's question, Chuhua hung up the phone and replied, "I just got out of class. It will take some time for me to get here."
"Then let's cook first! No one has eaten dinner yet, so eat first before practicing!"
Married woman Mana made a grand appearance. Chuhua smiled and watched Mana run to the kitchen, then... opened the refrigerator, took out a box of donuts she had just bought today, stuffed half a donut into her mouth in one bite, closed her eyes with a happy look on her face, and enjoyed the unique refreshing feeling of the frozen sugar and oil mixture alone.
Well, I really shouldn’t have expected too much from Mana - Chuhua lowered his head expressionlessly and took away the other donut in Mana’s hand, then picked up the box of donuts and walked in front of the big guy.
"One for each of us, or else Mana will have it all to herself."
"Chuhua! You bully me!"
"Yeah, the donuts are delicious!"
"Xiao Mu, you too!"