Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

[Happy Dragon Boat Festival, I wish everyone will be tied up like a dumpling by the person they love and then ripped open]

The spiritual plague is not just a breath of air, it is also a virus that needs space to flow.

So the Class A spiritual plague went around and escaped from the window of the bar's bathroom, leaving Mingyou and Zhenli looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Do you want to chase him?" asked Mari.

"The boss told us to travel together, not alone." Mingyou believed Inoue. Although he was a muscular, dark-skinned, athletic uncle wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he was very strong and could escape unscathed even if he couldn't defeat the Class A spiritual plague.

Until Inoue makes the next arrangements, he and Mari will stay in the bar and wait for the boss to return triumphantly.

Zhenli hated the boss's personality but also believed in his ability. Just like that, Mingyou and Zhenli walked around the host who fell to the ground and attracted attention, and ordered drinks at the booth inside.

"Give me one... Jiujo, have you ever been to a bar?" Mingyou asked the waiter in a dilemma. He had never been to a bar in his life.

"Do you think I'd be someone who could come to the bar?"

"That's great, xxx belongs to me." Mingyou muted the sound manually.

Kujo said in disgust, "You must be using dirty words."

"As a token of reciprocity, my xxx is also yours." Ming You scored twice.

The waiter was speechless. Could this handsome man and beautiful woman who looked like a couple not treat him as just a part of their play?

“What cocktails do you recommend?”

After being looked down upon by Kujo's second goal, Mingyou threw the question to the waiter.

"We can prepare almost all kinds of food at home." The waiter was very polite. "Excuse me, sir, is this your first visit to our restaurant?"

"Yes." Mingyou replied.

"In that case, sir, I'm sorry for my negligence, but the minimum consumption for booths in our bar is 2 yen." The waiter bowed and apologized. "At this price, I recommend our specialty 'Zhao Zhao Wan Xiang'. If you need other types, you can go to the bar and ask the bartender."

Mingyou looked at the waiter more. He spoke with high emotional intelligence, and gave the customer a way out regardless of whether he knew the minimum consumption for the booths. No wonder this bar was doing so well, with many people coming in after 8 o'clock.

In comparison, Mingyou is very realistic.

"Let me ask." Mingyou turned to Marisa, "2! We don't use public funds, so we can't reimburse..."

"It's my treat." Jiu Tiao Haoheng said, "Mr. Waiter, two glasses of the Zhao Zhao Wan Xiang you recommended."

"Listen to her!" Ming You no longer felt sad.

"Yes." The waiter agreed and turned to leave.

"So he's a gigolo? But with his looks, it's not hard to be a gigolo. I think I've seen this guy somewhere before."

There is no need to say much about Kujo's appearance, so it is normal for him to be a little jealous.

Mingyou didn't wear glasses today because he had to work overtime. If it weren't for the lighting in the bar, it would be normal for him to be recognized.

"Thank you, Miss Kujo, for inviting me to drink." Ming You pretended.

"Stop being so playful. You want to drink, do you have something to discuss with me?"

Kujo is worthy of being Kujo. She is different from those two-dimensional young ladies Mingyou has seen. She is not arrogant or shy at all.

"Yes, but it's not a discussion." Mingyou leaned back in his chair. "You know, I don't have many friends. Jiujo can be said to be the only one, and he's also a coworker. But our coworker relationship is different from other workplaces, so there are some things I always think it's best to talk to you."

Jiujo thought for a while and found that his opinion of Mingyou was similar to his.

Best friends are not necessarily suitable for sharing secrets, and strangers with whom you have a bad relationship are not necessarily indifferent to other people's secrets. It seems that Mingyou and Jiujo's current relationship of neither close nor distant is very consistent with this.

"You say it."

"It's really nice to have someone to chat with." Mingyou smiled.

What else could he be worried about? Only Sayu, who he had been living with recently.

"Kujo, is it normal to have feelings for someone because of their appearance?"

"Isn't that normal?" Mari asked back, "Before I personally get to know a person's character and personality, the first thing I see is his appearance. For example, you, I admit that in terms of appearance, I can only say that there are people who don't like your type, but there shouldn't be anyone who thinks you are ugly." Mari's comment was fair.

"I feel embarrassed to be praised like this by the young lady." Mingyou touched his chin, "But I feel so too."

It's not that he is narcissistic. There are too many circumstances that prove that Mingyou is the god in charge of appearance in the ancient Tang Dynasty.

It was obvious that Manari was disgusted.

It was only on the surface that he looked disdainful. Mingyou had an androgynous face, so it was no exaggeration to say that he was narcissistic.

If he really became a gigolo, he would never have to worry about food and clothing.

"Ahem, Miss Kujo, you are also very beautiful. It is no exaggeration to say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Saying it is the same as not saying it.

There was nothing Marie could do about Mingyou's energy. She straightened her back and continued to counsel him:

"Also, the way you dress, whether you are close or not, is all part of your appearance." As she spoke, the bright image of her and Mingyou was presented. "You are from the Tang Dynasty, so you should know more about your previous imperial examination system than I do, right? The last round of the palace examination, even if you don't have to be a dragon or a phoenix, at least you have to be clean and tidy, otherwise you may be eliminated by the Tang Emperor before you can display your talents."

"I really don't understand this Tang Dynasty, which is destined by heaven, as well as you do."

Mingyou complained to himself in his mind, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes lit up.

This wine, this water, this layering, it's all delicious.

No wonder they dared to name the Tang Dynasty “Zhao Zhao Wan Xiang”, it shows some strength.

"You're right." Mingyou put down his glass. The first thing you see when you meet someone is their appearance. Even if they are netizens, their image on the Internet is just their appearance on the Internet.

"You won't be troubled by such a problem." Mariya took a sip of wine and put down the glass.

"Miss, you're right." Mingyou, as the biggest beneficiary of judging people by their appearance, has no problem with it. "To be honest, even though I look like this, I've never been in a relationship. A few days ago, because of a very cute girl, I was a little confused. I don't know if it was because of my heartbeat or what."

"You've never been in love?"

This is what Manari’s first look meant.

"Do I look like I've ever been in love?"

This is what Manari’s second look means.

"How dare you, a boy, talk to me about love?"

Manari's third look.

Mingyou should have guessed it pretty accurately.

"I have to have flaws, right?"

Zhenli didn't know if she was influenced by Mingyou's usual behavior, but her eyes were about to move towards Mingyou's crotch. Even if she stopped in time, this moment was captured by Mingyou.

"Let me make it clear first, it's not a physical defect." This is the bottom line for men. "But, Kujo, how did you think of this?"

Marisa glared at Mingyou fiercely. If she was embarrassed and angry, Mingyou would definitely exclaim, "Miss of the second dimension is alive!"

Manari's viciousness only lasted a few seconds. She rolled her eyes and thought of a perfect response.

"I just had a sudden thought. If Master Luo's beauty is a bit of a flaw, it would be nice for you and I to become sisters."

This is Mingyou's big thunder. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to deliberately exercise the facial muscle lines.

Mingyou was really disgusted, his face was distorted. Still handsome, but distorted.

"Although the young lady is very beautiful, I cannot accept her being used as a tofu..."

But he is still Mingyou, and he makes fun of everyone except Sayu.

Miss Kujo's face seemed greener than the mint leaves in the cocktail.

"Go to hell!!!" the eldest lady rarely yelled in her mind.