Stop talking about them.

Just near the university town, there are billiards halls of all sizes. There are a group of pretentious guys who have to carry a long box when entering and leaving.

Although their ball skills are poor, they do not prevent them from customizing clubs.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

The more master you are, the more you pay great attention to your own special tools.

In the eyes of others, Su Mu's words are basically equivalent to saying that it is no difference to give your wife to me for a while in front of my husband.

This is no longer rude.

This is called...extremely rude.

Murphy was well-educated, but he just frowned and shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, I can't obey my duty."

Su Mu stretched out his hand:

"Come on, lend me some time to use it."

Murphy's face turned dark and said coldly:

"impossible."

Su Mu shrugged, shook his head gently, and said in a voice that only Murphy could hear:

"Okay, I originally wanted to help you correct the g string, but I didn't expect..."

Murphy's face suddenly changed drastically, and she burst into tears:

"God! Impossible!! You…!"

Everyone present suddenly looked at each other.

What's going on?

Did the scumbag Su say something?

Su Mu smiled and turned around and asked Professor Ning to find him a violin.

But Murphy, who was originally as elegant as a prince, reached out and shouted:

"I lent you my piano."

The whole audience became even quieter.

Many people even hold their breath.

Peat.

What exactly happened?

His eyes were wide open and they all looked at Su Mu.

Everyone's eyes were filled with the soul of the gossip.

Scumbag Su, what did you say?

You say it again?

In one sentence, a world-class performer can lend you his own special instrument.
Chapter completed!