[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

As soon as you step into the main entrance of the art museum, it seems that the paintings from the ancient world extend from the left and right sides, and the dark marble is tiled into a wide road.Through the glass, you can clearly see the primroses in front of the porch after several rains, and the petals have changed from bright red to purple-brown.

Visitors in twos and threes stood under their favorite works, moving slowly, their eyes still on the surface of the previous painting, and their bodies had already walked in front of the next one.

The frame is black—the largest work in the entire exhibition, titled The Girl Who Looks Down.Because the protagonist's black eyes can't see any emotion, it seems that he doesn't pay attention to anyone, and he is too arrogant.Her face was still facing the front, her long black hair was slightly undulating, and she could even see the shadows cast by eyelids on her eyelids.

"The artist is terrible..."

The man who came to visit said so, and glanced at the signature in the lower right corner, and then glanced at the thin and pretty girl against the background of the night scene and her very shallow eyebrows.The blue and black brushwork is too delicate, and the use of color is also applauded.

The man who was shocked by the painting paused for a few seconds, and he felt that he was facing a cross web tangled with glowing purple spider silk.Then he turned his head and inadvertently passed a girl who was coming from the opposite direction. Out of the corner of his eye, he only had time to notice her temples covering her ears and flowing down to her shoulders. Thousands of strands of hair were shining and shining behind her.

The man withdrew his gaze and casually walked towards the next painting.Sporadic thoughts like [it looks like a painting] came up in my heart, but they were thrown out of my mind and forgotten in just three seconds.

Ordinary strangers passing by each other in an ordinary way, this happens tens of thousands of times a day in the world.

The black-haired girl with slanted eyes stood quietly a few feet away from the painting, raised her head, and stared ahead for a long time.There were people coming and going around, but she was the only one who remained motionless, as if she had traveled through time and space.

This was what Suede saw when he came. He subconsciously glanced at a hell parent standing about forty centimeters behind the girl, and then tentatively approached his little assistant——

was not beaten.

Silently heaving a sigh of relief, the orange-haired boy habitually put his hand on the girl's right shoulder: "Do you think your boss is the most powerful after all? This one is completely inferior to mine." His tone was full of ridicule.

He thought the girl was admiring her own beauty, so he spoke a little louder, which attracted the surprised looks of some passers-by.Suede has already figured it out, if she says a sentence like [others draw better], she will make fun of her narcissism.

The scene that had originally been planned to provoke the girl to glare at her did not appear, but the black-haired girl didn't even bother to look at him, she just stared at the blurred figure in the painting in a daze, her complexion was subtle and strange.

It seems to be at a loss, and it seems to be thinking about something.

"Little Baili?"

Sue's arm snapped violently.The girl who was grabbed by the shoulders came out of her daze.

"I just feel that the eyes... like my mother..."

The girl's own gentle and bright black eyes are drawn extremely sharply. The image of aloofness and the look of looking at nothingness overlap little by little with the imaginary young mother, making her stare blankly involuntarily.

"Eh?"

Sue yelled in surprise.He was a little worried: "You probably won't recover your memories when you were alive."

"No." The girl shook her head, still looking innocent.She looked away in a daze, and landed on the orange-haired young man in front of her, "I don't remember anything, I just have this feeling."

Xueda wanted to reach out to touch her hair, but was slapped away by the assistant officer of hell who had been staying by the side without saying a word.

"Tch, you're so stingy, ghost lamp you."

He rubbed the back of his hands and complained. Seeing the terrifying man glancing over coldly from the corner of his eyes, he quickly raised his hands and surrendered: "Okay, okay, I promise I won't do anything again—"

Halfway through the conversation, the boy with orange-yellow hair suddenly stopped talking, and turned his head to look at the bewildered black-haired girl again, with a malicious tone: "Hey, no matter how you look at it, Xiao Baili just met you." She was cute when she was young, she didn’t understand anything back then, she ran around with Ah Xiang all day long, and even wore snapdragon slippers and acted like a spoiled child to the ghost lamp..."

"Wait, Suzhi, what are you talking about!" The Baili girl, who almost recalled the black history, had a sudden change in her face, holding her breath and wanted to refute, "When did I follow...no, the point is that I never acted like a baby Come on, don't be so dissenting, okay?!"

As she spoke, the girl shifted her eyes to the person on the side, wanting to see his reaction.The hell ghost with long and narrow black eyes raised his hand and held his chin to look back, without speaking for a long while.

Angry?

Being stared at by that sharp gaze made my heart a little nervous, the black-haired girl and Xueda shut their mouths together, not daring to move.

After staring at her for a long time, Ghost Lamp finally spoke: "No."

Sure enough, it was denied.

Miss Baili let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that she could let go of her hanging heart.Who knew that the person hadn't finished speaking, and after she slumped her tense shoulders, she suddenly added: "It's also cute now."

The first assistant officer of Hell Yama King said as a matter of course, with an understatement.

……

boom--

After a second of sluggishness, the brain finally understood that the girl's face was burning hot crimson when she heard something.Her lips closed and opened, but all the voices were stuck in her throat, she just stared blankly at the black-haired young man who unconsciously said horrible words with a pair of shiny black eyes.

"...No way." Suzhi, who hadn't expected such a crop, was also completely stunned, he moved his lips dully, and squeezed out a few words from the gap between his lips, "Hey, hey - pet children also need to have one." Limit it!"

There are sharp arcs on the dark black pupils, and there are bright red traces at the end of the eyes. A calm face is still expressionless.The man known as the strongest ghost in hell just glanced at his lifeless friend, with an undeniable gleam in his long and narrow eyes.

"I raised it."

The sun passed through the black hair, leaving a golden light trail on the hat that didn't match the kimono on his head, and the sharp corners of his eyes reflected a terrifying and fierce light: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

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Faced with such a situation, I didn't know how to react, so I could only stare blankly with my face down.

"... Baili?" Someone asked softly.

I withdrew my gaze from looking at the floor and looked at the person who came, short light orange hair and hibiscus purple pupils immediately jumped into my eyes, the person was not anyone I was familiar with.The answer that was about to pop out of his throat remained silent.

The two people behind them also stopped talking, and then glanced at this [Baili Xi] acquaintance from the past.

"You're wrong." I don't know how to feel melancholy.

Momoi Wuzuki stood not far away and watched the dark-haired girl's cheek and neck meet a hazy curve in the dim light, and the shallow scars on the smooth skin surface were still visible.

If Momoi could have captured the peculiarity of these scars in the bathroom cubicle of the restaurant at that time, maybe she would have pushed the heels of her high-waisted leather shoes to the ground hard, so as to turn back five years of time, and then flew over.It's a pity that at that time, because I was afraid of touching her Ni Lin, I just mentioned it briefly and didn't ask too much.

Just imagine the reason why she and Bailixi have been in a lukewarm relationship since then, and this is indeed the reason.Apparently she was not the only one who regretted it now, but those people probably only dared to probe cautiously, after all, the girl had already put on a strange appearance.

But as it happens, this is also the best opportunity.

They are all girls.

……

……

……

"Hey—are you the protagonist of this painting!" While confronting the orange-haired youth, a scent of flowers wafted from the tip of his nose, and a touch of rich pink passed between his eyebrows.As soon as I raised my eyes, I felt someone hugging my left arm, and when I took a closer look, it was a pretty girl with pink hair.

"I just found out that you are super similar to the one in the painting, so I want to meet such a beautiful young lady."

The pink-haired girl smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up, and hugged my arm very affectionately, her posture looked like an old acquaintance: "My name is Momoi Wuyue, how about you?"

...so I hate introducing myself.

He glanced at the orange-haired boy with inexplicable anticipation on the opposite side, then at the unmoving ghost lamp, and Xueda who seemed to be observing secretly.Without changing my face, I said solemnly: "Hello, I am a wind energy messenger. I am required by the organization not to reveal my name, otherwise I will be discovered by the enemy devil's gu, so just call me Xiao Hei."

"..."

The girl probably didn't expect to get such an answer. She was stunned for a few seconds, and then she nodded her head politely: "Alright, Xiao Hei, please call me Wu Yue."

A drop of sweat dripped from the top of my head: "...well, May."

Speaking of which, Miss Sister, are you a little too familiar?And it hurts my conscience to believe so easily!

Before he could finish complaining, he saw a few more figures surrounding him, and they were all unfamiliar people.There are a variety of hair colors, and some of them have only met once, which made me a little confused all of a sudden.

"Eh... what, what..."

"How old are you?" asked a girl with short brown hair who seemed to be the bride from a previous wedding.

"Uh...about twenty?"

I thought hard, and just reported a number, and then my right arm was hugged.The short-haired girl who clung to her tightly gave a bright toothy smile: "Hello, my name is Zhang Yunmu!"

"……oh oh."

No, what's the situation now, hugging left and right?Groups of wives and concubines?Nonsence!

There was an abrupt pause in the originally lively air, and there was a sudden silence.This one-second pause is like the prelude to an extremely fierce battle without gunpowder——

The smile of the short-haired lady named Zhang Yun seemed to be distorted for a moment, she stared at the pink-haired girl on the left for a while, and then whispered: "What's the matter with you?"

"I still have to ask you, don't disturb the two-person world between me and Xiao Hei."

"Tch, who gave you the courage, do you think I don't exist?"

"Damn—let go!"

"You have to let go!"

I completely emptied my eyes, looked into the distance with confused and dreamless eyes, and then turned to the black-haired ghost on the periphery of the crowd as if asking for help, hoping that he could come to the rescue.

The Hell Assistant Officer, who had been standing there frowning, glanced at the strange people around him with creepy eyes, and said in an extremely unpleasant voice: "Tsk, what are you doing?"

"...Wait, this doesn't seem to be my problem!"

Women's innate sixth sense suddenly sensed the terrible omen of death, Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold, Momoi's face was not very good-looking, the two subconsciously let go of the arms that had been tightly hugged, and retreated suddenly Take a step back.

Probably a passer-by who couldn't figure out the situation saw how lively this place was, so he came over to watch it for a long time.The ordinary man in a suit didn't realize what was wrong, but exclaimed happily: "So you are the protagonist of the painting!"

The scene was very quiet for a while.

He smiled heartily, took off his hat very politely to say hello, and bowed to salute: "I am the person in charge of Noda Real Estate Company, and seeing the work today is really unforgettable. I want to meet you, miss, can you do me a favor and go to the next door?" What about the cafe?"

strike up a conversation?

Thinking of this, I thought about the words of rejection in embarrassment, but the smile froze on my lips as soon as I showed it.Because his right hand was suddenly grabbed by him, seeing that the other party's hand kiss was about to fall on the back of his hand——

"Wait—" Xuzhi's face paled instantly, and he stretched out his hand to push away the man who likes to show off his gentlemanly demeanor.Immediately, something flowered, and there was a muffled bang, and the person in charge of Noda Company suddenly fell to the ground a few meters away, without even having time to let out a scream.

……

Mop, mop?

I stared dumbfounded as a wooden stick rolled away from my feet. The wood grain was still new where the top was broken, and it was obviously just cracked.

Silently turning his face to look at the ghost lamp, he was clapping the ashes on his hands calmly, as if he didn't even look at this side, but the mop that was placed on the corner of the wall near him just now has disappeared.

This corner of the art gallery has become particularly quiet at the moment.