Chapter 247 The broken mobile phone and parsley

In Japan, the painting world is divided into many sects.

The more this kind of art and scholarship, the easier it is to form cliques. The relationship between professors and disciples in major universities is complicated, and there are many academic circles, and they have all kinds of inside stories in the operation of papers, top journals, etc.

The same is true in the painting world, even worse than that of academic circles.

After all, whether a painting is good or not is not the best criterion for evaluating whether it is valuable. The recognition of people in the industry and the pursuit of some wealthy businessmen are the driving force for the appreciation of paintings and the increase of the painter's worth.

Kanto and Kansai are all gates, and further down, there are Nara, Osaka, Kyoto Prefecture, Tokyo Prefecture, etc.

Hokkaido has always been a holy land for the oil painting branch of painting. Perhaps the snow scene is more expressive. In short, there are many oil painters in Hokkaido.

Among these oil painters, the relationship between the disciples and disciples of Yumi Ishizumi is complicated. Since the death of master Ishizumi, there seems to be more hostility between them besides fellow disciples and brothers. In short, the current situation in Hokkaido is very complicated and difficult to sort out.

Previously, in order to gain recognition from people in the industry so that his paintings could sell better, Himeno went to Hokkaido to hold an art exhibition.

It was probably three or four years ago. At that time, she had contacted Nanami Ye, asking her friend to help. After all, Nanami Ye was from Hokkaido and should be more familiar with her hometown.

But the reality was the opposite. Qihaiye rejected her at that time without any reason.

"Do you still remember that I went to Hokkaido to hold an art exhibition a few years ago? I wanted you to help me, but you didn't agree." Himeno pouted and was not happy, and his thoughts went back to a few years ago: "I still missed us at that time.

Are you feeling weak? I didn’t expect you to offend those oil painters in Hokkaido."

When we arrived at the local area, the painting exhibition went smoothly, but when Himeno talked about Nanami Night, all the painters who were invited to participate had serious faces, as if they had touched on some taboo topic.

Himeno quickly changed the subject, allowing the art exhibition and subsequent reception to proceed smoothly.

Afterwards, the company organizing the exhibition told Himeno that these disciples of Ishiizumi Yumi were disgusted with Nanami Night, who was famous in Tokyo.

When Jiye delved into the reasons, they refused to tell them.

"How did you offend them?" Himeno was curious: "Was it when you were in school in Hokkaido?"

Qihaiye didn't want to answer this question, it always reminded her of sad things, but...

Natsume Naoki held her hand just now, reminding her of the figure who gave her courage and rebirth.

Maybe I shouldn't always run away.

Riding the train back to Shinjuku Tsurumaki-cho, Natsume Naoki looked at the tall buildings on the Toden Arakawa Line, thinking that in another week, he would no longer be able to see this bustling city.

As a boy who grew up in the countryside of Hokkaido, he had no memory of snow scenes or villages. He has been in elementary school since he can remember, and came to Tokyo right after elementary school. A person from Hokkaido doesn’t even see snow as much as a person from Nara, which is somewhat ironic.

"It's time to go home and take a look." Natsume Naoki blinked, and various information boards appeared on the passengers in the carriage.

He doesn't use this often on weekdays. Apart from being able to see the opponent's physical condition after recovering his physical strength, it seems to have no other use.

I just occasionally look in the mirror to see if she is sick, look at Asai to see when her menstrual period is, and try not to offend her during her menstrual period. At other times, she is no different from ordinary people.

Natsume Naoki always felt that there were more secrets in her body, but she didn't have much desire to try.

Instead of becoming a hero who saves the world, he wants to be an ordinary person without any responsibility and just a little special.

"Perhaps when I go home this time, I can learn more about this thing from the diary I kept when I was a child."

He thought as he looked at the message board of the hot black girl sitting opposite him.

There are body fluids from four different biological individuals in the body... It shouldn't be what you think, right?

Sometimes it's not good to know too much.

He blinked again and closed the information bar. The world was cleaner, and he still felt that it was better this way.

I took out my phone and when I turned it on, it prompted a message that there was a missed call.

"Asai called me?"

He thought for a while, he should probably ask himself if he would go back for lunch at noon, right?

After all, if you don’t go back, doing too much will be a waste.

The maid's diligent and thrifty appearance appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled and felt a little happy.

Sure enough, my father was right before he left. Without a woman, there would be no fireworks in the house. Women are the lubricant of life. Without women, it would be great for the men to live happily by themselves, but it is not as good as marrying a good wife.

.

Good wife...

I don’t know if Asai counts.

There must be some virtuous people, but this wife...

Several other girls appeared in his mind, and Natsume Naoki sighed.

When I was stupid before, I could still pretend to be confused, but now this matter is before my eyes. Blindly evading may be useful, but it will not solve the problem.

I dialed Asai back, but unexpectedly the phone turned off?

"Um?"

This made Natsume Naoki frown in confusion and became a little wary.

"She never turns off her phone."

In order to allow the master to contact her at all times, although this is not written in the maid manual, Asai's mobile phone is always turned on 24 hours a day.

Could something happen?

As soon as this idea came up, he shook his head and rejected it.

With Asai's terrifying wrist strength and physical strength of 9, it is impossible to imagine how to subdue Asai without using thermal weapons.

Since something didn't happen to her, then maybe someone else was going to have an accident.

For example...

Natsume Naoki stood at the door of his house and opened the door tremblingly.

"I'm back!"

No response.

Not even a cat meowing.

Natsume Naoki swallowed and walked into the entrance hall.

Asai was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Mei Dou had already gone to nowhere.

"That... Asai?"

Natsume Naoki walked over carefully and stood in a position where he felt safe to prevent being accidentally hurt by anything that might splash, including but not limited to the glass on the table.

Maybe even a coffee table made entirely of tempered glass!

"Why is your phone turned off?"

Asai's face was calm, and with a soft "pop" sound, the phone fell on the coffee table and slipped in front of Natsume Naoki.

"I accidentally broke my phone," she said calmly, "If you are free this afternoon, come with me to fix it."

Broken?

Natsume Naoki looked at the mobile phone on the table with the screen obviously crushed, and felt a heart palpitation.

It's like using huge pliers to deform a mobile phone. The spider patterns on the stress points on both sides are so obvious. How could it be dropped?

"This... fell?"

"Is there any problem?" Asai narrowed his eyes: "Then why do you think it broke?"

Natsume Naoki's heart skipped a beat.

broken.

Nanami's school doctor really wanted to shut down her phone.

Asai obviously saw something that made her angry, and she suddenly used force to squeeze the phone out of shape.

What kind of terrifying maid with strange powers?

"Well... I looked at it carefully again, and it must have been broken. But with the fall like this, I don't think there is any need to repair it, right?"

Natsume Naoki felt a little guilty. If it was repaired and Asai saw something in her phone that made her angry again, the next person who would be forced to 'break' it might not be the phone.

"And I'm a little hungry, how about we go after dinner?"

"Okay, the food is in the kitchen." Asai nodded: "I've eaten, you go and eat."

Natsume Naoki had a bad premonition, so when he entered the kitchen, he felt a physical pain.

There were several soups and main dishes, large and small, but they all contained parsley.

The two alliance leaders owe a lot of updates. The part-time writing work is very busy, and the new volume of Hokkaido is about to be published, so I will add more updates on weekends!
Chapter completed!