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The three leaders also moved their knives and forks, took a couple of bites, and casually spoke up.

"By the way, do you have any plans for this afternoon?"

"No."

"That's perfect."

The three men spoke casually, tearing open a piece of bread at the same time.

"A friend of mine drove to London today and said he'd like to take us for a drive. Do you want to come along?"

Poetry and Wine looked up and glanced at her.

"Why are you taking me around like this? We're not even that close, are we?"

"Oh, we're familiar now, and you're so pretty, it makes me happy to take you around."

"..."

"Where to pocket?"

"It's nearby."

The three men took a bite of bread and gave a vague answer.

"It's not far, just take a break and relax. You can't just stay in the hotel when you come to England."

Poetry and wine were pondered for a moment.

"Row."

"it is good!"

The three leaders secretly breathed a sigh of relief, maintaining relaxed expressions on their faces as they continued eating with their heads down.

"Just leave after you finish eating; leave your things in the car first."

After the meal, the two came out of the restaurant and stood on the street.

Not long after, a wide-body commercial vehicle came to a steady stop at the street corner.

The driver of the three giants was in the driver's seat, and the back door was already open.

Poetry and Wine, dragging their newly bought suitcases, glanced at the car and then at the Big Three.

"Aren't you just going for a drive? Why are you bringing your suitcase?"

"Oh, what if we go a little too far?"

The three leaders, with an air of self-righteousness, were the first to pull their large bags toward the car.

"Anyway, there's room in the car—get in."

Poetry and Wine stood still, glancing at the car one more time.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

The three leaders had already settled into the back seat, reaching their hands out of the car door and waving them at her, their emerald green eyes filled with composure.

"Let's go, what are you dawdling for?"

Poetry and wine briefly suppressed her doubts. She picked up her suitcase, put it in the trunk, sat down next to the three giants, and fastened her seatbelt.

The car door closed.

Engine starts.

The car left the original street and merged into the main road, driving smoothly forward.

Poetry and Wine leaned against the car window, gazing at the ancient brick buildings and the occasional park passing by, lost in thought for a while.

About twenty minutes later, she noticed that the car had entered a wider road, and the words on the road sign looked strange.

She squinted and read through the English text on the road sign.

Dover.

Channel Tunnel.

Poetry and Wine slowly turned their gaze away from the car window and towards the three giants sitting next to them, who were intently looking at their phones and trying to cover half of their faces with their braids.

"The Big Three".

"Ok?"

The three leaders raised their heads, their emerald green eyes still showing complete composure.

Where is Dover?

"Ah, it's a port city in southern England, with beautiful scenery—"

"The Channel Tunnel".

Poetry and Wine gestured slightly with his chin towards the direction outside the car window, his expression not very pleasant.

"It used to be France, didn't it?"

The three giants paused for a moment.

There was a brief silence.

Then, she put her phone in her pocket, turned around very sincerely, and met the dark eyes of Shi Yujiu.

Okay, I'll explain—

"You've lied to me several times these past few days. What exactly is your purpose in helping me?"

"Even though you're a big star and a senior figure I would never normally meet, shouldn't you consider my opinion before you treat me like this?"

"We were originally going to have dinner, that's for sure."

The three leaders raised their hands in a gesture of surrender.

“But last night, Manya sent your photo to one of my seniors, and my senior said… he wanted to meet you.”

"Your senior."

"Yes, it's the senior I mentioned before who was recovering from his injury in France."

The three leaders lowered their hands, their tone becoming much more serious.

"She saw your photo and told me to bring you over."

"..."

"I know this is absurd."

The three giants quickly filled the gap.

“You came to England for your own reasons, not to meet some strangers in France. I shouldn’t have lied to you and got you on the bus, but my senior is a person.”

"She never says she wants to see anyone, or specifically asks someone to be brought to her. Never."

"This is the first time she's asked me to do this."

The car drove smoothly southward, and the urban scenery outside the window gradually thinned out, replaced by rolling green hills and fields, with a thin sliver of blue showing through the leaden sky.

Poetry and wine remain silent.

The three giants waited quietly, their emerald green eyes fixed on her.

A long time has passed.

How far is France?

The three giants breathed a sigh of relief.

"After passing through the tunnel, it takes about three hours by car."

Poetry and Wine nodded in agreement.

Then he leaned his head back against the car window and closed his eyes.

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"The suitcase was already in the car?"

"Yes, I had the driver put it in beforehand."

"understood."

The three giants pressed their lips together and covered their faces with their hands, forcefully suppressing their laughter.

Outside the window, the rolling hills of southern England stretched out, their distant silhouettes appearing and disappearing in the hazy light of the day.

The car continued south.

……

It was probably several hours later.

The restaurant is located in an annex of a manor house on the outskirts of Calais, France.

As the car entered the manor gate, Poetry and Wine leaned against the window and glanced at the scenery outside.

The estate is planted with large fields of lavender, which are just about to bloom, with rows of purple spikes swaying gently in the breeze.

In the distance is a beige stone building with warm gray window frames and columns, and ivy climbing from the corner of the wall all the way to the second-floor windowsill.

The restaurant is on the ground floor of that building.

The waiter at the door recognized the three leaders, exchanged a few polite words in French, and led them to a semi-private booth.

The private room wasn't large, but its four floor-to-ceiling windows faced the lavender fields in the manor, and warm sunlight streamed in from outside, turning the tablecloth and tableware golden.

An appetizer was already laid out on the table: a small bowl of pine nut soup and a platter of thinly and evenly sliced ​​smoked ham.

Poetry and Wine sat down by the window, draped their coats over the back of the chair, and glanced down at the dishes in front of them.

"A proper French meal."

The three leaders sat down opposite each other, raising their chins with considerable pride.

"I've been eating this since I was a child."

"Ah."

"Try it and see how it tastes."

The three giants picked up their spoons.

Poetry and Wine picked up the cream soup and took a sip.

It's certainly unique, and the materials used must be very expensive.

However, she didn't really like the taste; she actually found it difficult to eat proper Western food.

The three leaders felt much better after watching her silently finish the soup.

The two ate their appetizers in silence, while the lavender field outside the window slowly unfolded in the light, with one or two bees occasionally flitting across the windowpane.

The atmosphere was surprisingly calm.

until--

"The Big Three!!"

A loud voice came from the door of the private room.

Poetry and wine raise their heads.

A young girl was standing at the door.

She is not tall, but has an exceptionally outstanding presence.

Her hair was a vibrant, intense red, cut into a short style that reached her chin, with the ends curling slightly outwards, paired with a pair of round, bright amber eyes.

At that moment, she had a smug look on her face.

She strode in, tossed a huge tote bag onto the chair next to her, sat down next to the three leaders, picked up a piece of bread from the table and took a bite, showing absolutely no sign of being a stranger.

"You've finally come! I've been waiting forever—"

She quickly complained in French, then turned her gaze to Poetry and Wine, giving them a once-over.

"This is the Japanese Uma Musume you were talking about?"