Tresen's five horses tore me apart

He doesn't need this effect. Mr. Bai Le gets enough sleep and rest every day, and his kidney water is very sufficient. There is even a risk of excess overflow. He also needs to work overtime frequently to consume excess energy. He doesn't need this thing at all.

"What's wrong? Ale, can't you eat this?"

"I can eat it, but I'd be disrespectful to refuse it."

After all, it was a kind gesture from his good brother, so Bai Le couldn't refuse it directly.

It’s great, I just go back and run a couple of laps to get rid of the extra energy, but my friends’ concern is real.

"Indeed, Bai Lejun has had a lot going on lately, so it's only right that he make up for it with food."

Then Qi Cao also nodded.

So, most of the big bowl of turtle soup went into someone's stomach, making him feel as if there was a fire burning in his lower abdomen.

Mr. Bai Le decided to go out and get an ice cream after dinner to calm his anger.

They had almost finished the turtle soup when the main course finally arrived. It was a bowl of white rice - the bowl for Saima Musume was twice as big as Bai Le's, accompanied by a few side dishes and a small bowl of miso soup.

The taste is actually quite good, but this thing will only make some people feel that the more they eat, the more their burning sensation will grow.

When the meal is finished and the soup is finished, chilled fruit will be served to relieve the greasiness.

Bai Le ate a few strawberries, glanced at his phone, and found that the meal had taken more than two hours.

"Phew, I'm so full."

He held his stomach and leaned back.

“Is the store I recommended good?”

"It's really good, it's really good."

Someone nodded repeatedly.

There was nothing wrong with the taste, except for the turtle soup, which was a bit burnt.

"After a short break, we'll go see a Kabuki performance."

Representative Qian Ming seemed to be full of energy, and the turtle soup just now seemed to have no effect on her at all.

"Row."

Even Mr. Bai Le couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the Kabuki performance.

He had watched it several times, but he really couldn't adapt to or appreciate this kind of underworld art.

It’s just that Qianming’s good brother has always been very enthusiastic about this, and Bai Le would not spoil his friend’s interest.

Just follow and watch, and stick with it.

Even if he can't make it, he can still sleep, right?

After eating and paying the bill, the three of them left the restaurant.

"The timing is perfect, let's go see a Kabuki performance."

It seemed that Representative Qianming had calculated the meal time as well. With a handsome wave of his hand, he took Bai Le and Qi Cao to a Kabukicho restaurant they often visited.

The play being performed today was called Lian Shizi (Lion Lions). Mr. Bai Le didn't understand it, but he was shocked to see two white-faced men with lion-like wigs shaking their heads, turning around, and stomping their feet strangely on the stage.

However, Representative Qian Ming seemed to be enjoying the show very much and was watching it attentively.

Bai Le glanced at Qi Trough sitting on the other side and found that the usually serious vice president of the student union was not watching very attentively, but looked over as if he knew something.

The two people who could not appreciate traditional Japanese art looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"This is the most exciting part, it's coming, Ale."

Then, Bai Le felt someone gently grabbing his arm, and Representative Qian Ming's voice sounded in his ears.

"what?"

Since Qian Ming said so, Bai Le quickly focused his attention on the stage.

It didn't matter that he almost vomited when he saw it.

The play Lian Shizi basically consists of two actors wearing strange square-shaped clothes and wigs that look like lion manes, singing and dancing on the stage... In short, they just spin, jump and stomp their feet.

Now they start flipping their hair.

The upper part of the wig spread out like a lion's mane, and the back was a long tail that almost reached the ground.

Now, as the actor turns his head, the hair seems to be whipped by a copper-headed leather belt, spinning like a windmill.

Although Bai Le still couldn't understand the meaning of this, he found the performance quite interesting.

And it must be quite hard.

After all, that super long wig is obviously not light at first glance. It would probably take a lot of strength to swing it like this.

Anyway, it's a bit more interesting than what I've seen before.

While watching the performance, he didn't notice that Qian Ming's hand was still holding his arm until the performance ended and the actors left the stage, then she let go silently.

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Chapter 445: Hush Money 7.

"Ha, Le, it seems you are gradually beginning to appreciate the fun of Kabuki performances."

After walking out of the theater, Representative Qian Ming stretched, patted someone on the shoulder and said.

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Mr. Bai Le gave three consecutive denials on the spot.

"Hey, weren't you quite excited when I saw you watching the performance on stage earlier?"

"The main reason is that I think it must be very tiring to swing it like this."

"That's right, so this is the essence of Lian Shizi."

Bai Le still couldn't understand it, although he felt that he had seen this crazy hair-shaking action in many places, and perhaps this was the source.

"Anyway, slowly, Le, you'll understand more about the fun of Kabuki performances. By the way, where's your energy level gone?"

Representative Qian Ming's eyes wandered, and he found that a troublesome guy was suddenly gone.

However, she did not think this was a good thing, but became a little worried.

This trough of energy was silent, and there must be something wrong. This wasn't the first time that she had ruined my good fortune.

"Maybe he went to wash his hands."

Bai Le said.

I ate and drank a lot during the meal before, so it is normal to need to go to the bathroom.

However, the expression of picking flowers seems quite subtle. When you know the hidden meaning, it is not much different from the direct usage.

So he changed his nickname.

"is it?"

Qianming was a little suspicious, but this was a rare time for them to be alone together, and she didn't want to leave just to investigate. God knew what kind of trouble Qicao had played again. If she came back and found the two of them stuck together, wouldn't that be a big loss?

"I am back."

Not long after, Qi Cao's figure quietly appeared beside the two of them.

"This is……"

Representative Qian Ming noticed the round fan in Qi Cao's hand.

"Since it's a rare opportunity to come here, I might as well buy some souvenirs. I saw these fans were quite beautifully made, so I bought two. I can also fan myself."

Qi Cao gently inserted a round fan between the buttons of Bai Le's shirt.

"This is for you, Bai Lejun."

"Wait a minute, where's mine?"

"I thought Qianming came here so often that he wouldn't be short of this kind of stuff."

Qi Cao spoke calmly, fanning himself gently with a fan.

Her wind blows towards the mountains.

Although he is a junior, he has an air of being impeccable in this aspect, which made Representative Qian Ming grit his teeth.

"Ahem, come to think of it, there's a place selling souvenirs here. I didn't know about this."

Bai Le felt that for some reason, his anger seemed to be directed at Qian Ming. In order to ease the atmosphere, he quickly tried to smooth things over and pulled out a round fan from his shirt button to fan himself.

He noticed that there were Chinese poems engraved on the ribs of the fan.

[The gentle breeze cannot blow me away]

This person actually understands this. Although he is an engineering student, his Chinese grades have always been good. Although he could not score 140 points in high school, it was still easy to get more than 120 points. He memorized this poem during extracurricular activities.

Although the gentle breeze cannot blow me away, the bright moon still shines on me.

The ice cannot stop the flow of water, and the dead wood will come in spring again.

It looks simple and straightforward, but if you consider that this poem was written in the Qing Dynasty, it has a lot of meaning.

Most of the ancient poems he memorized in high school could only be recited in fragments now, unable to form a coherent whole. For example, "Bai Le" and "Song of Everlasting Sorrow," which he could recite easily in one breath, now found it difficult to recite the entire poem in one sitting. However, he remembered this poem clearly because it was concise and easy to remember.

"Do you know this Ale?"

Seeing someone looking at the words on the fan bone, Representative Qian Ming asked.

"What a coincidence! I've memorized this poem before, but I didn't expect to see it here again."

Someone smiled and briefly explained the full text and meaning of the poem, which made the two horse racing girls look at him as if they had discovered a new world.

"Hey, what's so strange about that? Don't forget where I come from. These things are part of our basic education."

Bai Le shrugged.

"You still remember something after such a long time. I almost forgot it all. You're amazing, Ale."

Representative Qian Ming seemed a little surprised.

"Bai Lejun's memory is indeed very good, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get into the central government in just one month."

Qi Cao nodded, connecting the two things together.

"It's not that exaggerated. My memory is just okay."

Bai Le shook his head. He had seen monsters with photographic memories, and he had also seen perverts who read mechanics and advanced mathematics books to pass the time and attended various academic conferences in their sophomore year.

Compared to that guy, I am far behind.

"Wait a minute, I'll go buy some souvenirs."

When they were about to go out, Qian Ming slapped his thigh and said.

Then, without waiting for the two to respond, he slipped away.

"Senior Qian Ming truly is... well, worthy of the name of freedom."

Watching the Triple Crown Pony Girl's receding figure, Qi Cao sighed softly.

"It's actually pretty good. I can be as free as the wind and do whatever I want. It's hard for me to do that, and I envy it sometimes."

Bai Le was also very emotional.

He is the kind of person who has a strong sense of responsibility. Sometimes he tends to worry too much and even seems a little nosy. In fact, someone has analyzed himself and is aware of such shortcomings, but they are difficult to change because they are too old.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, because I know my personality can't do it, so I envy it."

"I see."

Qicao nodded in understanding.

After a while, Representative Qian Ming came back with a bag.

"I've thought about it. I've brought you here so many times, Ah Le, but I've never given you a gift like this. So I'll just make it up to you today."

She took out a white puppet from the bag, which was one of the previous stage images of Lian Shizi.

"I'll give you the white one. It suits your name very well."