Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

"very good!"

Sir Liu stood up and said to Mi Yu and Wu Lala who were standing in the center of the stadium.

Mi Yu wiped the sweat from her forehead, a happy look on her face.

This look should always be on her face.

"That's great! Mimi!"

Ulala said to Mi Yu, the excitement on her face could not be hidden, and her tone was full of sincere blessings.

"The performance this time was very good, come and see."

Sir Liu walked up to the two women and handed them his cell phone. The two women looked at Sir Liu first and then turned their eyes to the cell phone below.

The process of their drama is playing on it. The nervousness on Mi Yu's face in the video just fits the princess's performance when she meets the evil dragon.

Urala, who was wearing a Miura Bourbon mask, also adjusted her voice, but her tone was still a little childish.

She looks more like a baby dragon than Miura Bourbon.

The afternoon sun shines through the glass on the roof wall of the gymnasium and shines on the white line of the basketball court.

A kind of warmth exists in two places: one is the realistic scene, and the other is the past captured by the camera on the mobile phone.

Mi Yu, who is in the center of the camera, opens her pink mouth and speaks the lines in the drama in a soft voice.

Watching the two women take the cell phones, Sir Liu stopped standing. He squatted down and took out the cigarettes and candy and put them in his mouth.

He smiled and looked at the two girls, looking at the two paints that dissolved in the sun, one deep purple and one light pink.

He put his little finger to the corner of his mouth to form a smile-like arc.

The only problem now is Miyu's problem with Miura Bourbon.

Although Ulala has obtained the mask, there is still a big gap between her and her true self. After all, she is Ulala, not Miura.

Putting away his thoughts, he looked at the two women shining in the refracted afternoon sun.

The sunshine seems to be drunk and has a lazy warmth, and the color is not so obvious, but more soft and beautiful.

It was almost the same at first, but when I was rehearsing for the drama festival with my friends, I didn't have time to spare in the afternoon.

In the end, the English teacher in charge of the drama festival stayed with everyone, and together with the teacher, there were seven people in total who didn't go back until very late.

I don’t know how my junior high school classmates are doing now, whether they are working as civil servants in state-owned enterprises or opening a small shop as promised.

Maybe the agreement has been reached, but I haven’t opened a bar to invite everyone to drink as promised...

When I think back to my youth, the scenery at that time was still infinitely beautiful, just like a photo recording the past that reminds me of the past every time I pick it up.

I hope they can successfully complete this event without leaving any regrets for this short period of time.

Sir Liu bit the cigarette candy in his mouth as usual, and his brain automatically recalled the wonderful feeling of dopamine stimulating the brain when smoking.

Liu Sir swallowed the candy and pinched himself with the fingers of his right hand.

"So...sister Yue, what song do you want to listen to?"

Kinoshita sat on a chair in front of the bar counter, his guitar in a black gig bag leaning against the cabinet at the bar next to him.

The dark blue light in the bar hangs from the groove of the ceiling, and a man wearing a black hat is singing on the stage.

"I prefer listening to pure music than these."

Hasegawa Satsuki didn't order wine. She came after putting Hasegawa Yuna to sleep. It didn't matter if Yuna woke up in the middle, because Suzumiya Yuo was living with her these days and could help take care of her.

"That won't work. Lao Hei is here to sing today. Lao Hei doesn't play pure music, so... you can't say that. He is better at singing."

As Kinoshita said this, he looked at Lao Hei who was singing on the stage.

"Then don't ask me. Are you going to go to the recent Ma Niang drama festival?"

Hasegawa Satsuki took the latte slid over by the bartender, took a sip and said.

"I'm definitely going. This time McQueen is starring opposite the Emperor of the East China Sea."

Kinoshita leaned on the bar with his left elbow and said.

"Well, that's pretty good."

Hasegawa Satsuki nodded and continued to drink coffee quietly.

Kinoshita snapped his fingers boredly. He had long been accustomed to the flickering lights in the bar, or it could be said that it had been integrated into his life.

"Speaking of which, the Donghai Emperor's child has such excellent grades... He hasn't found a trainer yet..."

After hearing what Hasegawa Satsuki said, Kinoshita shrugged helplessly.

"I didn't like it. I tried to recruit her, but she rejected me."

Hasegawa Satsuki also smiled helplessly.

"My words are that if the Emperor can't find a team, she will come to my side. After all, she still likes Luna very much."

"envious."

"There is nothing to envy. My team is the last resort chosen by others."

The lights changed from blue to purple, and the lights on the concert stage also flickered up and down.

"Be careful not to fall asleep at night if you drink so much coffee."

Hasegawa Satsuki shook his head.

"Not really."

Hasegawa Satsuki took out a seven-star cigarette and lit it, then took out one and handed it to Kinoshita.

Kinoshita waved his hand.

"No, I don't smoke, I only drink."

Drinking wine occasionally is good for your health, unlike smoking which only consumes your life a little bit.

Push yourself forward on the bridge of pain.

Hasegawa Satsuki put away the cigarette, and then the two of them fell into silence for a while.

Their eyes were looking at their respective places, one was looking at the friend singing on the stage, and the other was looking at the mural on the wall.

A couple holding hands passed by the mural. The woman had short hair and was wearing crisp jeans.

The man has long hair, and every part of his exposed skin is covered with tattoos.

Hasegawa Satsuki's eyes were attracted by the young couple for a while, then she tightened the cigarette in her hand and looked back.

"call…"

Exhaling a breath of smoky mist, Hasegawa Satsuki looked at the finished latte and stood up.

"I'm leaving first. Goodbye."

Kinoshita was stunned for a moment and then returned.

"Goodbye, be careful on the road."

Hasegawa Satsuki picked up her LV bag, stood up, paid, and walked straight out of the bar door, then turned and walked into the night street.

"excuse me."

Hasegawa Satsuki pushed open the curtain, and a man with a gray beard was sitting on a chair at the bar looking at his mobile phone.

"Mr. Kono, I'm here."

Hearing the sound, Kono saw Satsuki Hasegawa coming in from the door and getting up.

"What to drink."

"same as usual."

Mr. Kono nodded and turned around to start mixing the wine.

Hasegawa Satsuki closed her eyes comfortably. This kind of warm yellow light was her favorite. She felt it was better than the colorful lights in bars.

The sound of ice cubes falling onto a plastic bottle could be heard in my ears, followed closely by a sound that sounded like something was boiling.

"Your Cuba Libre."

"Thanks."

Hasegawa Satsuki nodded and enjoyed his own quiet land here.