Pray and become a magical girl

Chapter 100: 99 - Admission

Although I have a mission to accomplish, it is a mission I assigned to myself, and since I am here, of course I have to experience the delicious food in Kuncheng.

After eating a bowl of hot cross-bridge rice noodles, Cheng Haoran and Zhou Changqing both felt the same - hot, almost hot enough to make them red.

Although it is true that Kuncheng has four seasons like spring, the weather in May will still get hot when it should.

After breakfast, I went to buy ready-made formal clothes.

Cheng Haoran touched his slightly bearded chin and asked Zhou Changqing, "I've never worn a suit. How about you?"

Zhou Changqing nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, I did. Our school gave us a set, and I wore it during my coming-of-age ceremony."

Having said that, Cheng Haoran remembered that he had just entered high school for a year when he announced his graduation due to the advent of the super power era.

I have two regrets. One is that the suit was to be distributed in the second month of the third semester. I paid for it but didn’t get it, which was a big loss.

The second is that the relationship with those classmates ended before I had time to get along well. I had clearly made up my mind to change myself in high school, and now I missed an opportunity to show off, which was a loss.

Well~ I probably won’t invite myself to the elementary and junior high school reunions. Who would remember a classmate who is unknown in the class?
Zhou Changqing walked over and put his arm around Cheng Haoran's shoulders, saying, "As a senior in this field, let me help you choose."

However, after putting on a dark blue suit, Zhou Changqing realized that his childhood friend was hopeless. A suit is the best cosmetic treatment for men, but it still cannot cure the bad luck in Cheng Haoran.

"Can you please take those dead fish eyes of yours off?" Zhou Changqing said helplessly.

"Oh." But in Cheng Haoran's understanding, it meant trying to open his eyes wide, so he did so.

However, this made Zhou Changqing even more silent. He held his forehead and said, "Do you think that if you turn into a bulging-eyed fish, you can stare away the bad energy in you?"

Cheng Haoran was unhappy and frowned and said, "Try it on."

Zhou Changqing chose a beige suit for himself. Not everyone can pull off this color, but Zhou Changqing looks much better than Cheng Haoran.

After all, he is a fair-skinned athlete. Of course, if you just look at his face, this guy has built up big muscles, and his suit is tight-fitting, so he looks very strange overall.

When I look at her face, I think she's someone who can venture into the entertainment industry. But when I look at her figure, well, excuse me, I'm afraid she'll be a soap-picker for other male artists.

Zhou Changqing was facing the mirror. Mr. Programmer was behind him. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Yours is not bad either, the thug in a suit."

"...Gan."

Although the formal attire of the two young men was strange, there was no other way as they were needed to enter the auction, so he had to buy it.

After that, they wandered around until night. As I said before, since they were already here, they just went there.

As soon as I got back to the hotel, the lobby on the first floor was already crowded with people. Without exception, they were all dressed in proper formal attire, men in suits and women in long skirts. They were all here to attend the auction.

This so-called largest auction in the southwest might really be so grand as to attract so many upper-class elites.

"Oh! The door is open." Someone shouted, and the elevator door surrounded by security guards opened.

"Please maintain order and don't crowd." The receptionist who received Cheng Haoran and his friends yesterday directed the order with a smile on her face.

After finding the two young men, Top Hat smiled and quickly retracted his gaze. Well, it was really a rather eye-catching combination.

Elevator doors opened one after another, leading to the mysterious auction, but before that, they still had to hand in their phones and invitations. Others seemed to be used to handing in their phones, so they handed them in calmly.

When it was Cheng Haoran's turn, he asked, "What if someone calls me?"

The security guard who collected the phone replied politely, "Yes, sir. We need to confiscate your phones to ensure the privacy of our customers and the safety of our products. After that, you will need to explain this to your family."

Cheng Haoran nodded, then said, "Oh, I see, but I don't think I have any family members to tell."
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Then don't fucking ask!
The security guard's smile cracked.

It has been a long time since I last played against others online, and Mr. Programmer felt extremely satisfied at this moment.

And Zhou Changqing silently made a 6 behind him.

The space on the first basement floor of the hotel is very large, with a circular platform in the center and seats of different heights around it. The top circle is an independent room, which has the best viewing experience and is probably the so-called VIP seat.

Cheng Haoran looked around and it seemed that this place was built for this auction, but the overall style was very much like an opera house.

Don’t ask him how a otaku who rarely goes out knew this. The answer is he knew it from anime.
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It can also be used as an opera house. The hotel owner is really good at making money.

Cheng Haoran and his colleagues were just ordinary seats in the middle, after all, they were temporarily brought here to boost performance.

A young man of the same age as them sat down next to them. He came out elegantly holding the hand of his female companion.

His suit was obviously much higher quality than the ready-made ones that Cheng Haoran and Zhou Changqing bought, and it was obviously custom-made.

Although he is not good-looking, the difference in temperament is huge, and the young man's female companion is considered good-looking.

However, Cheng Haoran could tell at a glance that this was the result of Asian magic.
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Sister, your makeup is probably thicker than the paint on my walls.

Cheng Haoran asked him, "Friend, do you know what the items are going to be auctioned at this auction?"

The young man glanced at Cheng Haoran and Zhou Changqing, and immediately saw the material of their suits. He then said disdainfully, "Who is your friend? And can you please stay away from me? Your poverty is bothering me."

Cheng Haoran was not annoyed, but his expression turned into surprise, "Fuck! It's you, Old Yuan, you've changed, I only recognized you by your voice. I'm your high school classmate, we once competed to see who could pee farther."
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Do I know you?

The young man's face turned ugly, and he wanted to curse, but the female companion beside him restrained him. Instead, it was his female companion who asked, "Do you know Mr. Yuan?"

Cheng Haoran nodded, and then showed a worried expression, that expression didn't seem to be acted, "Yeah~ Alas - Old Yuan has had a problem since high school. Not only does he urinate frequently, but his urinary tract is bifurcated. Others have two tracts, but he has five. By the way, have you cured your kidney deficiency in the past few years? You have a good girlfriend, you can't let her down, and..."

When he said this he covered his mouth again, as if he was really worried about his friend.

The programmer was afraid that the other party might not understand, so he explained it to him. He really, cried to death!

As for what happened next, let her misunderstand. Sure enough, the female companion's face turned unhappy. How could someone slander others right away, and he knew the last name.

The young man panicked and ignored Cheng Haoran. He explained to his female companion, "Xiao Li, I don't know them. I don't have kidney deficiency, and I didn't spend money on the date. Really, believe me!"
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Brother, the more you explain, the more wrong you are.
Cheng Haoran smiled, Zhou Changqing gave him a thumbs up in admiration, and then asked about something he didn't understand, "By the way, how do you know his last name?"

"There is Yuan*'s handwriting on his chair."

"Awesome." Zhou Changqing gave another thumbs up.

The lights suddenly went out, and the auction began as a woman in a red evening gown appeared on the stage.

(End of this chapter)