Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

Arrive and get off.

The Kujo family may not be as rich as the big conglomerates, but it is more than enough for them to buy a three-story villa in Chiba City.

Mingyou could sense the little resentment that Marie had towards him, but instead of being naughty, he waited for her to enter the apartment and chatted with Jūgo, the driver.

Shigeo is about 180cm tall, around years old, with a sturdy build and ordinary looks, a very standard bodyguard image.

"Mr. Shigeo, where do you usually live?"

"Return to Master Luo, and stay in the security room of the Miss Shrine."

"Ah, no need to call me Master."

"You are the young lady's friend."

"That's fine too." Mingyou was not flattered by being called Young Master. "Have you always been with Zhenli?"

"I am an orphan adopted by the Kujo family. It is my responsibility to protect the young lady."

“There are people like this in every household.”

"Can you ask me something about the truth?"

Shigeo didn't look embarrassed. "The lady has instructed that you will definitely ask, so just tell me the truth."

"Manari understands me very well." Mingyou looked in the direction where Manari entered the villa. "It's nothing to do with the family's secrets. I just want to ask if Manari grew up normally?"

"I will tell you about it."

Things like obsession, white moonlight, childhood sweetheart, and engagement partner are not common in reality.

Mari's upbringing can be described as "ordinary." She was born ordinary, grew up ordinary, the only difference was that she grew up ordinary in a privileged family, and was taught from a young age that "you are a true aristocrat."

Everything she showed was consistent with her cognition. Since she rarely came into contact with the lives of ordinary people, it was a strange thing for her to understand what ordinary people did.

The Kujo family does not restrict their children's freedom like in literary works. Mari is very similar to Mingyou. She came to Tokyo to experience life in Tokyo. In high school, she gradually understood the life of ordinary people until she met Mingyou, and the progress was getting faster and faster.

However, in her eyes, Mingyou's kind of companion life where "you can make a lot of money as long as you work hard" is something that ordinary people can do.

After all, even her high school in Tokyo was an aristocratic school that only those from wealthy families could attend.

The watershed of class is in the amniotic fluid. Some gaps can never be bridged in a lifetime.

Yang Nai had joked before that "marrying into the wife's family" should be the easiest yet most difficult shortcut for ordinary people to cross class boundaries.

On the one hand, Mingyou was glad that his family allowed him to not have to worry about class issues. On the other hand, Mingyou found it difficult to enjoy the superiority of a dimension that was completely different from his previous life.

To sum up, it's just pretentious.

In my previous life, when I read time-travel and rebirth novels, I thought it was natural for the protagonist to integrate into the story. But until I experienced it myself, I realized that thinking and doing are two completely different concepts.

Just like the familiar yet strange Tang Dynasty, it was something he could not understand. He could not take it for granted like the local aborigines.

"This body is still too young!"

"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow... In order to write new poems, they force themselves to express sorrow."

After Mingyou finished chatting with Chongwu, he muttered something to himself when he entered the villa, which was heard by Marie who was drinking milk in the living room.

Marisa looked curious, "Whose poem is this?"

"Isn't there one in this world? I even forgot the word in the middle."

"Is your Chinese proficiency so high?"

Understanding Chinese and understanding ancient poetry are two levels of difficulty.

"The language of the Tang Dynasty is a compulsory course for Japanese nobles." Manari pointed to the milk poured for Mingyou, "and I can't fully understand it. Maybe it means that young people are at an age where they don't understand sorrow, but they will force themselves to express sorrow?"

"That's about the same." Mingyou replied in Chinese.

Mari also spoke Chinese. Her pronunciation was not quite standard, but it was better than most foreigners. Her small accent was just cute.

"You wrote your own poems?"

"I don't have that ability." Mingyou didn't want to be a plagiarist, mainly because he forgot whose poem it was. "There are many poems in the Tang Dynasty that are not included in the official collection. I came across this by chance when I was in the Taoist temple. I guess it was written by a folk poet."

"The culture of the Tang Dynasty is truly extensive and profound."

"I admit that."

Mari seemed very interested in poetry, "Anything else?"

“Let me think…when will the dawn come? I raise my cup to ask the sky.” Mingyou was sure that this poem was written by Su Dongpo in the Song Dynasty.

"Isn't this the Water Melody by Su Dongpo of the Tang Dynasty?"

The Second Tang is a nickname given to the Tang Dynasty, which was originally the Northern Song Dynasty, by later generations in order to facilitate the study of Tang history.

There is no way. The Tang Dynasty has been revived too many times, and there is simply not enough space to divide the front, back, east, west, south and north...

"Su Dongpo is still alive"

"I'm not very good at Chinese. Then... Man Jiang Hong?"

"The one by Yue Fei during the Three Tang Dynasties?"

"forget it……"

"Who were they in the Yuan Dynasty? Oh, yeah—"

"Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, and people's homes..."

"I have no impression of it. The poem is plain in language, yet contains a deep sense of sadness and is very charming." Manri's comment was correct.

"Which of us is from the Tang Dynasty? It seems that neither of us is..."

"If life could only be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind make the painted fan sad?"

Mingyou was deeply impressed by this poem. In his previous life, when he was in high school, there was a period of time when girls were fascinated by this kind of sentimental literary style.

If the author remembers correctly, her name was Madam Nalan Rong.

"My memory is so poor..."

Mingyou believed that no girl would be unimpressed by this poem, it was just a matter of degree. The girl who grew up in an aristocratic family was immersed in the scene described behind the poem.

"Man, remember this! No matter how many times you leave, you are mine!

No! We can’t go back…”

Overbearing CEO radar, activated!

"Are these poems really buried among the people?" Zhenli began to doubt.

She is quite knowledgeable about Tang poetry, and she doesn't think these lines are worthy of being selected as famous lines through the ages.

It seems to be too big.

Mingyou's brain was working rapidly: "My Taoist temple has a long history and has received many down-and-out scholars. Isn't it normal that some accidental flashes of inspiration that haven't had time to spread become a thank-you gift to the ancestors?"

If you want to lie to others, you must lie to yourself first. After saying this, Mingyou himself believed it.

Manari also felt that what Mingyou said was true. Poetry requires both talent and inspiration.

The two of them continued their discussion about ancient poetry and each had two more refills of milk.

"No!" Mingyou woke up in shock when he was drinking the third glass of milk.

"What's wrong?" Manari touched her stomach and thought she drank a little too much today.

"It's okay. I was thinking that Miss Marisa is indeed my good friend." Mingyou felt a little melancholy.

It was a dark and windy night, and a man and a woman were alone, drinking milk and discussing ancient poetry?

Who would believe this!

Mari obviously thought of this as well. She realized belatedly that she had been discussing a topic that interested her with a member of the opposite sex for so long alone.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mingyou."

A glimpse of a startling goose: refers to the breathtaking look of a beautiful woman or a woman you admire. In the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" used the phrase "graceful as a startled goose, graceful as a swimming dragon" to describe the beauty of the Goddess of Luo River (a startled goose refers to a goose that flies up when startled, and later used to refer to a beautiful woman or a woman you love).

There were only a few times when Manari smiled from the bottom of her heart. This time was the most touching one for Mingyou.

"Master hasn't laughed like this in a long time!" Ming You sighed.

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"That's it! I accidentally expressed Marissa's hobby!"

A fleeting glimpse turned into a devilish stare.