Luo Jiujiang's current outfit is okay for being funny at home, but it's not really suitable for going out.
Although there has always been a lot of criticism on the Internet about the unconventional attire of Chinese men, Zheng Shu is still a relatively delicate boy after all.
But after searching around, he found nothing else in his closet that hadn't been opened. He leaned over to ask Luo Jiujiang's opinion: "Brother Luo, do you mind if I have to wear my clothes for a while? We can go shopping and buy you new ones."
Luo Jiujiang was flipping through a comic book called "Ke Bei" and lazily raised his hand when he heard this: "Of course it's okay. When I was trapped in the snowy plains, I even took off the clothes of the dead to wear."
He was almost completely immersed in the comics at this time. As a talented person who had been cultivated in the two major painting styles of freehand and detailed brushwork in the world of immortal cultivation for many years and had never been exposed to comics and animations from R country, he was now wholeheartedly pondering the strangeness in the book.
Why are the eyes and fists of the characters in the painting as big as each other? Aren't there no monsters in this world? Why does "Sister Xiaomei" have such a huge, pointed horn? And that figure, completely black, whose smile becomes particularly sinister only after she's done something violent, really hasn't she mastered some kind of latent shadow technique?
Eating toast and reading orange juice, reading R-country comics, and wearing Made in China clothes, Luo Jiujiang, as a person from another world, was still worried about the two-dimensional characters in other worlds. It was really difficult for him.
Zheng Shu quickly picked out a few short-sleeved shirts of different colors and some casual pants for Luo Jiujiang. He usually wore clothes from reputable brands, but he treated them all the same when it came to Luo Jiujiang: he couldn't read foreign languages anyway.
However, what surprised Zheng Shu was Luo Jiujiang's sharpness. He had just picked up the two short-sleeved shirts and examined them, and he quickly realized what was happening. He pointed at the string of English letters printed on the fabric and asked, "Are these also words?"
How could he recognize it as calligraphy instead of just Taoist scribbles? Zheng Shu was a bit shocked.
Facing Zheng Shu's question, Luo Jiujiang calmly replied, "I also worked with others to develop a code in my early years. I see that the symbols on your clothes overlap and have a certain pattern. Of course, I can recognize them."
Zheng Shu admired his attentiveness and observation skills, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, but when Luo Jiujiang said this, the smile on his lips seemed to deepen, with an indescribable feeling.
For some reason, Zheng Shu just felt that the smell was wrong.
"Brother Luo, who did you and I come up with that codeword?"
"Of course it's my Taoist partner Qianling." Luo Jiujiang's smile became even brighter.
Oh, no wonder the taste is wrong, it tastes like dog food.
But Zheng Shu thought about it again, they both had a fight because of emotional discord, and Luo Ge's man had abused this great god into another world, so he couldn't help but feel that this dog food was a bit sour for Luo Jiujiang.
Bitter and sour.
Luo Jiujiang had always been accustomed to wearing black, and now that he had arrived in this world, he was no exception. He chose a black shirt and black pants, and out of courtesy, he asked, "Do you have any customs regarding color here?"
"It's modern society now, so what customs are there?" Zheng Shu replied nonchalantly, "People can wear anything from sexy pink to gay purple."
Luo Jiujiang nodded thoughtfully.
As soon as Luo Jiujiang finished changing his clothes, Zheng Shu was eager to get started. "Come on, let's buy you some clothes first, then a phone, laptop, and iPad. Then we'll take you to a movie, have some hamburgers, fries, and fried chicken, play poker and mahjong to your heart's content, and finally, tonight, we'll take you to see white people and black people. You saved me before, and I haven't thanked you properly yet. Now, we'll provide you with food, drinks, and entertainment, so you can see the passion of our old friends from another world."
Luo Jiujiang was very grateful for the care of his old friend from another world.
but……
"You said they are white and black? Then what race are people like you and me?"
Zheng Shu couldn't figure out the complex principles of power generation and DNA, but he readily answered simple questions like this: "Yellow people."
Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but fall into deep thought: "You said yesterday that those dynamic Longyang movies are called small. Yellow movies, so we are called yellow people, right..."
Zheng Shu: “…”
Luo Jiujiang's associations were truly terrifying, yet from a purely logical point of view, there was nothing wrong with them. Zheng Shu, a poor student, really wanted to grow ten mouths to shout, "That's not true."
Fortunately, Luo Jiujiang didn't make it too difficult for him on this issue. Seeing Zheng Shu confusedly thinking about the "inevitable connection between yellow books and the yellow race", he smiled and let the question go.
Zheng Shu was floating as he walked along the way.
He had grown accustomed to many things that were conventional and had never been considered before. It was only when an outsider like Luo Jiujiang asked him about them that he felt it was quite strange.
The two of them walked all the way to the Zheng family's garage. Zheng Shu flaunted his arms, showing off his beloved Ferrari behind him to Luo Jiujiang. "They say music is the common language of mankind. Luo Ge, take a look at this sleek sports car. Doesn't it embody the common aesthetic of both the modern and immortal cultivation worlds?"
Luo Jiujiang looked confused.
But as a being who always speaks differently to people and lies to ghosts, and can even shout in the dragon language when seeing the dragon god, Luo Jiujiang nodded without changing his expression, and followed Zheng Shu's wishes to praise his convertible sports car.
He highly praised the flat little car for being very pretty (it was indeed prettier than the van he saw yesterday), convenient (one could just take people out of it without tearing the iron sheets), and unique temperament (he could use this sentence to praise anything with his eyes closed).
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