Mu Liu still couldn't help wanting to doze off.

The lecturer was spitting all over the front, and the tadpole-like functions on the projector and the simple graphics made up of a few understatements were like a bible in Mu Liu's eyes. He lay down in the middle of the night for the first time last night, and wrote two full pages of letter paper profusely. Feeling hypocritical, I tore up the whole thing and stuffed it into the trash can. In the end, only a few short sentences were left, and I put it on the letter paper.

When she put the letter into the mailbox in the morning, she didn't expect a reply at all. After so many years, the little friend may have moved a long time ago, or she may have forgotten her at all. There is no kind of relationship that will stay for you specially. If you miss it carefully, it will be a stranger for a lifetime.

Next to her was Xiang Riyue who was sleeping in a miserable state. Mu Liu held a cold mineral water bottle and pressed it to his face, recovering a little bit. Then, adhering to the cautious spirit of revenge, he found the most tricky angle to take a picture of Xiang Riyue. On the day of sleeping, tweeted Feng Changtaro, and asked him to tweet all the members of their tennis club.

Probably Feng Jun was engaged in an ideological struggle between betraying his teammates and not helping the same table. In short, he did not repost it at the first time, but it turned out to be Atobu who reposted. Formation like "Yue Ren, you are not as gorgeous as a pig".

Master Atobe, you are so naughty, your little friends must know...

Mu Liu touched the smooth screen of the phone, and something hit him on the head, and then landed safely on the table in front of him along the top of his head.

After staring at the note that was folded into a small paper crane for a long time, Mu Liu took it apart, Kaito Kuroba's self-portrait with a smiling face, and a few large characters floating above his head: I smell the smell of jujube cake!

Is this still a human nose?

Mu Liu turned her head secretly, crossed Zhixia, and saw that Hei Yu in the back row of her was still maintaining the same posture as in the previous class, half lying on the table indifferently, biting a pen, looking naturally lazy .

And his tablemate, changed into a living person, not Aoko Nakamori, but another elegant boy with short brown hair, handsome with clear eyes, and born with a proud temperament.

Mu Liu turned his head to reply to the note, and threw it back like a parabola, but the feeling of distress dissipated a lot, Hei Yu pushed the note away, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The note clearly read: When did your childhood sweetheart girlfriend become your boyfriend?Note: Very good fit.

After class, Xiang Riyueren rubbed his sleepy eyes, his eyes were blurred, and he still didn't know the bloody storm on Twitter, so he dragged Mu Liu to clamor to eat ramen.

Hei Yu quickly jumped over angrily, opened his mouth before he could speak, Mu Liu swiftly stuffed a piece of jujube cake into his mouth.

His mouth was fragrant and soft, and the taste of red dates filled his mouth, which coincided with the taste he was expecting. After eating a piece quickly, he looked at Mu Liu brightly, and Mu Liu looked at the boy behind Hei Yu.

The young man walked slowly and smoothly, with a slight smile on his brows. Unlike Mu Liu's curious look, his gaze contained more of an elusive clarity.

The piercing sharpness makes people's heart skip a beat.

"From England?" Mu Liu suddenly jumped out with such a sentence, and the astonishment in Heiyu's eyes disappeared for a moment. He turned around and saw the white horse, repelling him angrily:

"What are you doing here again?"

Baima smiled, but didn't care about Kuroba's attitude: "Kendo, single parent, good at cooking, good at learning, milk and bean paste buns in the morning, you are very interested in the fact that I am from England, because you like Sherlock Holmes, beautiful lady .”

The impure Japanese has a British accent, and Kuroba often commented that his posturing is nothing more than nothing.

Mu Liu had a natural affection for detectives. She crossed her chest and raised her eyebrows, and asked gently, "You reasoned this all out? Calluses on your hands." Stickers, information stolen from conversations between Kuroba and Nakamori, what else? Also like Sherlock Holmes Mr. Detective."

She stepped forward, not showing weakness, and even slightly provocative, just like her attitude towards Hattori Heiji at the murder scene three years ago.

Baima's expression remained calm: "There is also the way you take notes seriously in class and the attitude you have when you are too sleepy to stay up late and hold back the lectures, and you will choose to be lazy and desert when the lecturer is not important."

He observes the subtleties and never gives up any flaws, which is the basic spirit of a detective.

He narrated the details, even though there was no ambiguity, Mu Liu still blushed and didn't know how to answer the words for a moment.

Here the two are fighting back and forth, Hei Yu is left aside for a while, feeling uneasy like countless alpacas galloping past in his heart, the old god Zhixia behind him is hugging his chest, insisting that Hei Yu must be jealous , until Xiang Riyue finally saw the masterpieces of pig teammates on Twitter and followed the clues to climb to the Twitter of the culprit, Mu Liu, and finally took the case: "Asakura Mu Liu! How dare you make me look handsome What?!"

"..." Really, the sympathy between stupid people is not without understanding for normal people.

At noon, a few people gathered around the ramen restaurant to eat ramen. The steaming hot ramen was so refreshing. Mu Liu was listening to Hei Yu flattening the White Horse Detective just now, even though he reluctantly added a twist to the main text of the criticism at the end. : "That guy's reasoning is pretty good...it would be boring without that guy..."

Detective Baima naturally didn't follow. He came here only to investigate a smuggling case, so he asked Aoko Nakamori to lend him a lecture certificate for a few days. Now he will naturally not give up to track down the truth he wants. He wanted to follow, but was stopped by Hei Yu.

"Asakura, you won't have lunch with us?"

"The case is more important than lunch, Kuroba-san."

"Are you so persistent?"

"Of course!" Proud face.

"You come with us, I'll buy you mangoes to eat."

"Okay, I'll pack my things later."

"..."

Saotome Natsu Fuzuo repented: "Mu Liu, I was wrong. I was so wrong when I said that you should find a man with a higher IQ. You should find someone who is stupid. OK……"

Hei Yu obviously didn't want to talk about the white horse anymore, the topic changed in all directions, he couldn't be more precise in grasping Mu Liu's weakness, the little girl blushed when she mentioned eating, and her smile was soft.

But Zaotome Zhixia kept poking Muliu with his arm maliciously: "Dear little Muliu, I think you have a good impression of this classmate Baima."

The topic turned around and came back.

Mu Liu nodded bluntly: "Anyone who likes Sherlock Holmes can't be a bad person, and he has a gorgeous hairstyle, and he has a good IQ and temperament."

Like the curly hair, like the London accent, like the Sherlock Holmes reasoning, like the narcissistic and cold temperament.

Zhi Xia glanced at Hei Yu with her mouth nuzzled, and made a long and meaningful voice, obviously with ulterior motives: "Student Hei Yu, what do you think about this matter?"

Kuroba shrugged, with a bad expression.

Xiang Riyue didn't know why, and was not satisfied with eating and listening, so he asked: "Asakura thinks that white horses are good, what does this have to do with Black Feather?"

Muliu dipped the tempura in sauce, but he didn't hold the chopsticks properly. The tempura prawns fell into the sauce dish, and Kuroba stretched out the chopsticks at the right time, and robbed them away.

The chopsticks were so empty, Muliu looked at Heiyu aggrievedly, and Heiyu felt that he had committed a heinous crime. He sighed, waved his hand and ordered another mango lo, and if he agreed that she would go with him, he would buy her mangoes, right? ?

Xiang Riyue was still studying what happened to Baima and Heiyu. After eating the mango, Muliu was satisfied and began to reason with her classmate Xiu. She ate ice and her teeth were cold. She raised two fingers and said: " In two cases, first of all, Nakamori is willing to lend the class certificate to Baiba, which means that their relationship must be very good, and why Kuroba doesn't lend it to him, it shows that Kuroba is worried about Hakuba and Nakamori going to class together, or Baima is worried about Nakamori and Kuroba They are frequent customers together, so we can deduce that they are rivals in love, this is the first; the second is that in order to be able to attend classes with Kuroba, Baima deliberately fabricated the case and defrauded Nakamori's class certificate, from this point of view..."

Xiang Riyue's eyebrows were flying and he took the conversation: "It means that they are true love!"

This is obviously poisoned by Mu Liu's Twitter. Mu Liu has been in the European and American fan circles all year round, and often spreads the topic of true love. The baseball club 818 she wrote is popular because of the various small ambiguities between the minister and the deputy minister. In pursuit of it, a large number of fans begged her to come to the tennis club 818.

Xiang Riyueren's love life is like a blank sheet of paper, clean and clear, and very easy to accept new things, so under the poison of Muliu's Twitter, he clearly feels that the bravery of same-sex love is worthy of praise.

Zhixia's expression was serious and meticulous, and the good atmosphere was ruined by such a rotten topic. She drank the soup in a dispirited manner, while Heiyu was trying to get annoyed but couldn't get annoyed. She wanted to laugh but was very aggrieved During the emotional period, he remembered the note she passed to him in the morning, and finally laughed out of anger.

After school at four o'clock, Mu Liu rushed home to make soup for Songtian. Since last night, he had put corn pork bones in the casserole, mixed with onion and ginger cooking wine, angelica, longan, lily and radish, and kept warm all day and night.

Now go home and turn off the fire to collect the soup, just in time for Matsuda's dinner time.

When Mu Liu was carrying the food box out of the street to go to the subway, he just happened to catch up with Mr. Atobe walking his dog. Tangchao Zizi recognized Mu Liu, wagged his tail at her cheerfully, and looked at her bag containing the food box especially interested.

Atobe Keigo's easy-going casual attire was also incomparably gorgeous by his temperament, with long legs and thin waist, with the afterglow of the setting sun reflected in his phoenix eyes, he walked leisurely among the falling cherry blossoms.

"Asakura Muliu, are you going to the hospital?" From Xiang Riyake's scattered gossip, Atobe also vaguely knew that Asakura's guardian was injured and hospitalized.

Mu Liu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Atobe glanced at her indifferently, and suddenly said: "My uncle asked the driver to take you there."

Mu Liu was startled.

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