Why is my Two-dimensional a daily program

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"About three days later... The summer vacation is coming to an end, and the season will change to autumn."

Looking at the calendar marked on the side, Bai Fan said.

"Three days later..."

Hearing this, Rita didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded.

"Well, I'll ask tomorrow, Bai Fan, do you have time?"

"...There is time."

Bai Fan glanced at Rita sideways in astonishment.

In the past few days, Rita has just been eating and drinking at his house. Of course, it may be a bit impolite to say that.

Usually, I still clean up the hygiene at home a little bit.

"So can you spare a little time tomorrow? About Zhenbai, I have something I want to show you."

Rita put down the knife and fork that Bai Fan specially prepared for her, and her expression became more or less serious.

"can."

"That's good."

Nodding slightly, he put the dishes in his hand in the kitchen sink beside him.

"I'm done eating."

After saying those words, Rita went upstairs directly.

"That guy... what's wrong?"

Masuzu glanced at Rita's back in astonishment.

One can clearly feel that at any moment, Rita's aura is completely different.

"...The thing that I want to touch, but the realm that I can't touch."

Bai Fan sighed slightly.

At the same time, he glanced at Zhenbai on the side.

The latter is still as slow as ever in terms of feelings.

"Huh? About Mashiro?...It should be about painting."

Xia Chuan Masuzu played with the chopsticks in his hands indifferently.

"In this case, if you want to persuade Zhenbai to return to the country, then you are the only one, Bai Fan."

Leaning close to Bai Fan's ear, the girl whispered.

(When I just woke up from my sleep, everything was still very vague, but I had an urge to sit in front of the computer and type, as if I was going to explode today-Huh?!!! Is it going to explode today? ?! Forgot all of them! But it doesn’t matter! From now on, code words to seven o’clock, and then go to the math test!)

Chapter 20. Zhenbai's decision (second update!)

Bai Fan always knew what Rita wanted to do.

He has long been familiar with all the plots of this Sakura Village.

The invitation this time was naturally within his own expectations.

It should be that. ．．

Bai Fan took a deep breath.

"Hey, have you been waiting for a long time?" The blond girl walked down the stairs slowly, wearing a delicate go-out outfit, and the lines of her face were already very soft.

Looking at it this way, the exotic feeling is more intense.

"...It's not too long, anyway, Black Cat and the others don't plan to come over to make games these days."

Bai Fan shrugged, and at the same time glanced at the dial of the clock.

Indeed, it is not too late.

"Well, of course I knew you would say that. The reason why I asked this question is to show respect to Bai Fanjun."

Rita said with a smile.

"...I don't feel the slightest bit of respect for what you said all the time."

Bai Fan gave Rita a sideways look, dumbfounded.

But I don't intend to haggle with the latter on such a small matter.

"Then let's get started! Our date!"

"...Why did you use such a misunderstanding?" Bai Fan stretched out his hand and slapped Rita's head heavily.

"Don't the Japanese often refer to a man and a woman going out alone as a date?" The girl was stunned, and at the same time she tilted her head and asked curiously.

"Although I don't know why you have such a big misunderstanding about the word dating, but I still want to tell you one thing, I am Chinese."

Speechlessly, he reached out and patted his forehead.

"Well, it's all the same anyway! Let's go!"

Just like that, he was forcibly pulled out of the house.

－－－－－Rita's turn?Feel sorry! －－－－－－－

After turning a few stops, I arrived at the place in front of me at the same time.

"It's here, the art exhibition!"

"You don't need to explain, I can see it."

Bai Fan lazily complained.

At the same time, I looked at the white sticker sign on the exhibition.

"XXXX collectors, collect oil paintings!"

That's probably what it's about.