Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Taiya looked at the girl's stumbling figure as she walked away, clenched the book in his hand, and moved to the other side of the bookshelf.

……

The boy, wearing overalls, made his way through the crowd.

There was some grease on his face, he was wearing dirty clothes, and had a red and black brimless hat on his head.

The ill-fitting big hat covered his forehead, squeezing his black hair flat on his forehead, making the crooked look extremely funny.

Carrying his bag across his shoulder, he walked through the hawking market, bypassed a few camels and ran straight to the museum.

Relying on his short stature, the boy often made some dangerous moves when running, which resulted in him not seeing the man pushing the fruit cart crossing the path when he turned back.

"Hey!"

A slender forearm stretched out quickly and accurately grabbed the back of his collar in the crowd.

boom!

A few apples were scattered on the ground and rolled around. The man pushing the cart got up from the ground cursing and looked around - he had already been pulled away from the crime scene by those hands.

"Little Baru, you are so reckless, so reckless."

Mori Yuesa put him down, took the boy's hand, and put his hat on properly, while the girl muttered something that sounded like a song.

For Mori Tsukisa, she seems to have the strange ability to turn all conversations into nursery rhymes.

"Sister!" Baru shouted in surprise, "I was just about to look for you!"

Walking through the bustling market, the closer you get to the museum, the more prosperous it becomes.

"what's wrong?"

Baru let go of Mori Yuesha's hand and patted the old cloth bag proudly: "I found the blueprint!"

"drawing?"

The boy's clever eyes rolled around as he looked around. After the girl bent down, he leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"The drawings he left behind!"

Ok?

Mori Yuesha smoothed her hair and then she remembered.

"That thing?"

"Hehehe." Baru held his head high and patted the cloth bag, "I'm telling the truth."

"I know."

Mori Yuesa blinked, led Baru to another stall, and bought him two pita breads.

"Remember to eat. Also, are you tired from work?"

The little boy worked and lived in the oil field. This kind of living environment would indeed make his clothes, hat and the whole person dirty with oil every day. Mori Yuesha tried to persuade him to find a good place for him, but the stubborn boy not only insisted on earning money by himself, but also refused to leave the oil field.

After all, it was because of what my father once said...

Mori Yuesha didn't look at the drawings in Balub's bag, but just pinched the boy's little face.

"Remember to eat and sleep on time. Also, if you encounter anything, you can come to me."

Muttering to himself, just like Evelin had been telling him over and over again, Baru, a teenager at the age of offending, didn't like being scolded like that.

“You’re not that much older than me…” The boy suddenly made a face at Mori Yuesa, jumped back, and jumped out of the girl’s arm’s range.

"Lululu! My sister is obviously even less reliable than me!"

Mori Yuesha brushed off her oily skirt in annoyance, stood up, and without chasing the boy, she put two fingers on the corners of her eyes and pulled them down.

"Lululu! I'm much more reliable than you!"

"Humph."

"Hum hum!"

Two people who were probably not much different in age, one tall and one short, standing three or four meters apart, launched "ghost face attacks" at each other.

"Humph! I'm leaving. When I make it, you'll believe it!"

Mori Yuesa put down her finger with a smile, then held it up and shook it a few times.

"I always believe in Baru, please be safe and come to me if you have any problems."

The sudden tenderness was no longer as out of line as before - this made Baru a little uncomfortable, and he looked Mori Yuesha up and down.

"Why are you suddenly talking like that..."

Mori Yuesha suddenly frowned: "Get lost, little black monkey."

"Hehehe, I'm leaving, sis!"

"You just don't feel uncomfortable if you're not scolded."

pat pat pat.

The sound of leather shoes faded away.

Chapter 4 Hobbies

Among those who frequently go to the library, Jonathan is the most special one.

She was Evelin's brother, not very tall, even a little thin, and looked very different from her sister - it was hard to say that they were from the same mother. Mori Yuesha had even made malicious speculations and asked about it indirectly.

However, Evelyn said that she had thought about this problem when she was twelve years old, and was prepared to use the fact that they "drew differently" and "sat differently when eating" to try to prove to her parents that Jonathan was not her biological brother.

During an accidental joke, she remembered what Mr. William said - he was her mother's work partner, not young but had no children.

"Since little Eve doesn't like Jonathan, why don't you let him be my child? How about that?" The man half-knelt in front of Evelin, his handsome face full of teasing and amusement. Everyone knew it was a joke, and the mother also chimed in: "Yes, since you don't like your brother, Mom asked Mr. William to take him away."

Then, this sentence remained buried deep in the little girl's heart, slowly fermenting in her young mind.

Until one festive evening - at the table were Jonathan, Evelyn, their father and mother, their grandmother and grandfather, and... more than a dozen relatives and friends who came to celebrate the holiday.

In the aroma of cinnamon mixed with the clear aroma of wine, Evelyn shouted, "Jonathan is not Dad's biological son! Mom said he is her and William's child!" Then she waved her little hands and walked through a dozen people, repeating the words she had adapted after understanding them.

'Jonathan is Mama and William's child!'

All the guests at the table looked at each other strangely.

Later, Evelyn told Mori Yuesa that it was the first time in her life that she was beaten, and it was by a mixed group of men and women.

But the strange thing is that as the girl grew up, she never saw Mr. William again in the following days...

Mori Yuesha felt that Evelin’s beating was not in vain.

In short, this guy with a donkey face, buck teeth, thick eyebrows and greasy eyes is Evelin’s brother.

Jonathan.

The wine fountain is bubbling in the center of the open-air hall, and the rich aroma of summer tropical fruits fills the restaurant. This two-story building, built in a square shape, is considered the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Cairo.

Golden champagne was served in slender transparent glasses, which made tinkling sounds when they collided. Happy gentlemen and ladies gathered together in pairs. Some of them, who were slightly tipsy, supported each other and walked to the center of the open air, where they swayed intimately with their bodies pressed against each other to the sound of Mozart or some other music.

Mori Yuesa, wearing a light grey dress, sat leisurely in the corner, her emerald nails scratching across the spotless white tablecloth, her eyes fixed on Jonathan who was dressed up not far away.

The other party obviously didn't know that he was in great trouble.

"Seven Stones Winery, I like their red wine." The man had a square scarf hanging on his chest, which, combined with his unruly donkey face, made people want to laugh.

In front of Jonathan stood a shorter woman - a very young girl with a swan-like neck and shoulders, a champagne glass between her slender fingertips.

“Taste, intuition, these are the secrets of tasting.”

"You know, classical music and country music bring different vibrations. If they had studied it - I mean Seven Stones Winery, they would have understood that classical music is the most suitable for making wine."

Jonathan was trying to attract the lady in front of him with his incoherent words, chattering and poorly imitated hand movements.

"Afafu, believe me, I know all too well about these slippery, sweet little things."

Mori Yuesa sighed helplessly and put a piece of steak into her mouth.

"Jonathan... I..." Afafu lowered her head with some inferiority: "I can't go with you..."

"I know, it's a local feature, damn common." Jonathan shrugged, his long face trembling a few times, and then he elegantly took out the square handkerchief in front of his chest and handed it to Afaf: "Wipe it, don't cry. If my sister knew that I made a beautiful lady cry, I'm afraid I'll have to brush the mummy coffin for a month."

"Puchi!" Afafu burst into laughter. "Sister like this is also very interesting. Why, does she work in a museum?"

"Of course, the biggest one in the area." Jonathan held his head high and revealed the information unconsciously.

As the sky darkened, the lights in the restaurant were still brightly lit. The difference was that most people were drinking.

The gradually increasing volume of music made everyone start to fantasize about the person in front of them. They linked their arms around each other and danced and hugged each other in the open square. Soon, there were fewer and fewer couples.

You know, the back half of this restaurant is a high-end hotel.

This is what a wealth tycoon who has mastered the chain reaction is called.

Mori Yuesa had almost finished eating, so she picked up the champagne and drank it all in one gulp, smacked her lips, picked up the small handkerchief and tapped the corners of her mouth a few times, then stood up holding up her gauze skirt and walked downstairs.

“Winemakers are like this, they spend their whole lives battling wits and courage with wine…”

A man and a woman embraced each other and danced in staggered steps to the gentle music. Mori Yuesha walked in with her skirt lifted, dodging the swaying crowd.

“It’s something that seeps in from the soil, the air, the liquids—I’m not sure what the scientific name is, but I’m not one of those boring, emotionless, stone-faced scientists.”

"But I guess, I guess that's what's going on..."

"Jonathan."

Mori Yuesha's clear voice gave the man a startle.

He turned around suddenly and found Mori Yuesha standing behind them with her arms folded, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Ah, Little Forest, are you here to taste the wine too?"

"You're so lucky! Who knew today would be a tasting party?"

“Evelyn asked you to go back early, and also asked me to pay attention to your ‘little movements’.” Mori Yuesha came over, and the two of them subconsciously separated their clasped hands.

"Hello, I'm Afafu." The daughter is about the same height as Mori Yuesha - or rather, Mori Yuesha is just that short. She has a pair of peach blossom eyes, charming and mature, and a unique hoarseness in her voice.

Mori Yuesha greeted with a faint smile, turned around and raised an eyebrow: "Dear brother Jonathan, you should go."

"What, time to go? I haven't finished talking about wine with Afafu--"

Mori Yuesa stared at him with a smile.

Jonathan: …

"Oh, I should go." The man scratched his neck, nodded to Afafu embarrassedly, and staggered out of the restaurant pulling Mori Yuesha.

The night in Cairo is divided into several small squares, some places are bustling, while others are quiet and silent.

Most of the lively areas are those where there are many foreigners. They stay up at night, singing and dancing or hanging long banners and building something in the open space.

Of course, the construction workers are all locals.

"Hey, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Jonathan was still a little dissatisfied when he left the restaurant.

"It was Eve who asked me to find you. I don't care if your 'little trick' is discovered and those policemen stick a stick up your ass and throw you into jail like a dead dog."

Speaking of 'little tricks', Jonathan smiled awkwardly, "My sister?"

"Eve said that. I don't care about you." Mori Yuesha crossed her arms, left Jonathan behind, and walked forward angrily.

In order to keep an eye on Jonathan, he didn't even eat enough.

"Hey, Xiaolin, my sister doesn't know anything. She is a young girl who likes history, Egypt, and those strange words... Oh," the man looked at Mori Yuesha: "I forgot, you are the same."

Mori Yuesa stopped and stretched out her hand.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan looked at the girl's empty palms.

"Things." Mori Yuesha tilted her head: "Are you really here to dance?"

"Or do you think I didn't see it?"

Jonathan grinned stiffly, slowly reaching for the lining of his suit, and deftly took out a...