Stop talking about them.

Just around the university town, there are billiard halls of all sizes, and there are always a bunch of pretentious guys who have to carry a long box when entering or leaving.

Obviously their golf skills are poor, but that doesn't stop them from customizing their clubs.

If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.

The more master you are, the more you attach great importance to your own special tools.

In the eyes of others, Su Mu's words were basically equivalent to saying in front of her husband that it would make no difference to let me sleep with your wife.

This is no longer rude.

This is called... extremely rude.

Murphy's self-restraint was good, he just frowned, shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, it's difficult to obey."

Su Mu hehe stretched out his hand:

"Come on, let me use it for a few minutes."

Murphy's face darkened and he said coldly:

"impossible."

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

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

Murphy's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed:

"God! Impossible!! You...!"

Everyone present immediately looked sideways.

What's going on?

Did scumbag Su say something?

Su Mu chuckled and turned around to ask Professor Ning to find him a violin.

But Murphy, who was as elegant as a prince, stretched out his hand and shouted loudly:

"I lent you my piano."

The whole place became even quieter.

Many people even hold their breath.

Peat.

What happened?

Pairs of eyes were widened and looked at Su Mu.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with a burning spirit of gossip.

Scumbag Su, what on earth did you say?

You say it again?

With just one word, a world-class performer can lend you his special instrument.
Chapter completed!