Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

The original name of the Star of Africa should be the Cullinan Diamond.

After being split, three skilled craftsmen, working 14 hours a day for eight months, polished the diamond into nine large diamonds and 8 smaller diamonds. These are now engraved on the British King's scepter and are now treasured at Buckingham Palace. The second largest diamond, called "Star of Africa II," is square, has 9 facets, weighs 96 carats, and is engraved on the British Imperial State Crown.

This is known.

If you say that this is only available to the British royal family, that is obviously impossible.

Some wealthy people also have it, but ordinary people just don’t have access to the channels.

"If I say I picked it up, do you believe me?" Kitahara Tsutomu blinked.

"What do you say?"

Ye Yingtong looked at him expressionlessly.

"I haven't thought of an excuse yet, but it's not stolen, so you can keep it for now." If she wasn't recognized, Kitahara Tsuyoshi could still lie to her and say that she bought it at Chow Siu Fook.

Now that you've been recognized, there's no need to lie.

"It seems that you still have a lot of secrets." Ye Yingtong looked at Bei Yuan Zun with a meaningful look.

"Who doesn't have a little secret?"

"How long will you be thinking of an excuse?"

"For a lifetime." Kitahara Takashi hugged her tightly again.

"For the rest of my life, I'll think about it slowly."

Ye Yingtong curled her lips slightly and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"We don't seem to be engaged yet?"

"If you get engaged first, you can do it anytime."

"Let's get engaged after we graduate from high school." Ye Yingtong lay in Kitahara Tsutomu's arms, slightly tilting her head.

"it is good."

Kitahara Tsutomu understood and leaned over to kiss her.

He sucked her lips greedily, like a child who was reluctant to eat a delicious bite.

Ye Yingtong lowered her eyes quietly.

*

The two first flew back to Tokyo, and then flew to Milan.

Milan is Italy's second-largest city and the capital of the Lombardy region. It's Italy's industrial and financial center, and a renowned fashion and design capital. Milan Fashion Week is one of the world's most important.

Of course, when talking about Milan, the first thing that comes to mind for Kitahara is AC Milan.

Serie A was once called the "Little World Cup".

But since the Calciopoli scandal, Serie A has gradually begun to decline.

Today, Serie A has become a place for football stars to retire.

Many people attribute the decline of Serie A to the "Phone Gate" incident.

actually not.

Before the Calciopoli scandal, Serie A had already begun to decline.

The phone-gate scandal was just the result of a volcanic eruption, which accelerated the decline.

Kitahara Takashi was not interested in understanding the specific reasons for the rise and fall of Serie A. When he arrived in Milan, he went to AC Milan to watch the game.

She said she wanted to keep him imprisoned by her side, but this time Ye Yingtong did not send anyone to follow him.

Because he was abroad, Takashi Kitahara did not wear a mask and entered the venue with the fans.

He didn't buy a box or VIP seat, but the front row.

He wanted to experience the most authentic charm of Italian football as possible.

It can be considered as fulfilling his dream of having a child.

Just as he sat down, a familiar voice rang out.

"Excuse me!" "Move aside!"

Kitahara Tsutomu turned his head and happened to meet Zi'an Yan's eyes, who was holding a large bucket of popcorn and an iced cola.

Zi'an Yan slowly opened her mouth.

"you you you....."

"What's wrong with me?" Kitahara Tsutomu raised his eyebrows.

Zi Anyan was speechless for a moment. Not knowing how to respond, she handed over the popcorn bucket and asked, "Do you want some?"

Volume 318: Sucking scum!

In the 28th round of Serie A, Lecce faced AC Milan.

AC Milan and Lecce both lined up in a 4-2-3-1 formation.

All are four defenders.

With the referee's whistle, the first half of the game began.

AC Milan took the lead in kicking off and passed the ball to the right from the backcourt.

Milan intercepted the ball in the backcourt and advanced quickly. Theo broke into the penalty area and passed it to Santiago Jimenez, who pushed the ball into the goal.

“The ball went in, GOOOOAL!!!”

When the AC Milan audience saw that they scored a goal at the beginning of the game, they immediately became excited and everyone stood up.

"Great!!!"

Influenced by the emotions of the fans, Zi'an Yanyi got excited and stood up as well.

The atmosphere you feel when watching a game on TV is completely different from the atmosphere you feel when watching a game in person.

At the scene, when one team scores a goal, there will be thunderous cheers.

When tens of thousands of fans are partying together, one can feel the passionate atmosphere of the game more intuitively, and those who are deeply involved in it tend to follow the atmosphere.

Zi'an Yan jumped and danced, turned around and wanted to talk to Beiyuan Zun, but saw that Beiyuan Zun was still sitting on the chair and had no intention of standing up and cheering.

"Aren't you excited?" Zi Anyan didn't understand why fans who supported the home team could be so calm when they came to watch the game in person.

"Offside." Kitahara Tsutomu said lightly.

Because it was in the front row and he bought the best position, he could see clearly that Jimenez was offside.

If it happened before, this offside call might be called or not, depending on whether the referee and the linesman noticed it.

But now with the popularization of VAR technology, nothing can be hidden.

"Really?"

Beep! ! !

Kitahara Takashi did not answer, the referee answered on his behalf.

"Following review, Jimenez was found offside and the goal was disallowed."

AC Milan's loyal fans sat down again in disappointment, and some fans who were dissatisfied with the referee even booed the referee.

Zi'an Yan also sat down again, then looked at Bei Yuan Zun in surprise.

"You can see this?"

Kitahara Takashi pointed at his eyes with his index and middle fingers and said, "Because my eyes have opened a kaleidoscope."

This is, of course, pure nonsense.

It was just that the improvement in his body last time made his static and dynamic vision better than that of ordinary people.

"Really?"

Hearing Zi'an Yan's somewhat silly question, Kitahara Tsutomu gave her a Hyuga family bloodline limit.

"It's fake. You believe me when I tell you, right?"

Zi'anyan stretched out her little fist, intending to hit him, but her eyes involuntarily moved to Beiyuan Zun's elbow, and she suddenly became timid.

This is the ruthless guy who elbowed the door of the haunted house to pieces.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

The game starts again.

The Italian football style is mainly based on defensive counterattack.

Serie A is also mainly based on defense.

They say defense wins championships, but a defensive-focused style of play isn't very entertaining to watch.

This reminded Kitahara of the finals between the Spurs and the Pistons that year.

Everyone says that the early morning melee was exciting, but the truth is that everyone who saw that match back then found it boring.

If you insist on saying, "I just like watching defensive battles," there's nothing wrong with that, but if capital wants to make money and sell tickets, the offensive viewing experience must be maximized.

This is also the problem of Serie A.

At least Kitahara Takashi almost fell asleep after watching for half an hour.

He was quite looking forward to it at first, but now he wants to ask if he can get half of the money back if he cancels the ticket?

Zi Anyan felt bored as she watched, and gradually her attention was no longer focused on the court.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Kitahara Tsuyoshi who had lowered his head and started playing with his mobile phone.

Under the scorching sun, his fair skin looks even more translucent.

The boy was wearing a red and black Milan jersey, just like most home fans, but he had a more sunny and youthful look than others.

Of all her facial features, the most captivating are her eyes. They are bright and sparkling, like a cluster of fireworks rising on a quiet summer night, dazzling and unforgettable.

It reminded her of that night.

On the night of the fireworks festival, the boy held his schoolmate's hand while also holding hers.

In fact, she should have gotten rid of him that night.

But she didn't.

Are the fireworks too fascinating, or is he holding them too tightly?

Zi Anyan no longer knew the specific reason, and she had forgotten how she felt at that time.

But looking at the young man right in front of her, typing on his phone with his head down, smiling from time to time, Zi Anyan seemed to understand her mood at that time.

"Why did you hold my hand that time?"

Zi'an Yan stared at the boy, looking forward to his answer.

"Which time?" Kitahara Takashi was listening to Kamikawa Nari's complaints, and his mind was still not back to his senses, appearing absent-minded.

"What did you say?"

Zi Anyan was extremely angry.

We only shook hands once, why are you asking about that time?

"Oh, that time."

After Kitahara Tsutomu sent the message, his attention returned, so he said without hesitation: "If you want to hold hands, then hold hands?"

Why are there so many?

"You are too frivolous." Zi'an Yan's face turned red with anger.

If you want to hold hands, just hold hands.

Listen, is this what a human being would say?

So you want to kiss me, and then you can kiss me?

"You don't respect me at all, and you don't respect women at all." Zi'an Yan wanted to condemn Kitahara Takashi from a moral perspective.