Ah! Running into the book I wrote to chase the evil female supporting role

After lunch, Liu Muye took a beautiful nap in his room.

After being woken up by the alarm clock that he had set in a daze, he was about to get up and go to the bathroom to wash his face, then put on his schoolbag and go to class.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Nangong Ye sitting on the sofa holding his stomach. He frowned and looked very uncomfortable. Despite this, he still tried hard to maintain the elegant posture of his domineering president.

Liu Muye looked at him like this, his eyes darkened, and he asked, "Are you feeling sick in your stomach?"

Nangong Ye held his forehead and smiled bitterly and said, "Did you actually notice it?"

"It's hard not to see it!" Liu Muye said with a head full of black lines, "The way you are holding your stomach and frowning, you almost have the words 'stomach discomfort' written on your face!"

Nangong Ye waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor stomach bug. I'll get stomach bug as long as I eat unclean food. It's okay. I'm used to it. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine in a while."

"Really?" Liu Muye stared at his face and said, "But you look even more painful. Do you have any medicine for stomach problems in your room?"

Nangong Ye suddenly said seriously: "No, how could I, the dignified young master Nangong, prepare medicine for a minor stomach problem?"

"That's enough, now is not the time to talk about President Ba's words!" Liu Muye said with a dark face, "If you don't have stomach medicine, how about I take you to the school doctor's office?"

"No, I won't go!" Nangong Ye waved his hand and said, "Even if you have a small stomach problem, this young master deserves to go to the infirmary in person. If you have a stomach problem, I order you to get out of my body as soon as possible... Uh-huh."

"That's enough, shut up!"

Liu Muye's eyes darkened, he covered Nangong Ye's mouth with his hand, and dragged him out of the dormitory.

In the medical room.

The school doctor looked at Nangong Ye's expression and asked, "Do you have a history of chronic gastric disease? What did you eat for lunch?"

Nangong Ye replied: "Lunch."

"..."

Listening to Nangong Ye's answer, the school doctor's eyes darkened, and he asked, "What are you eating?"

Nangong Ye replied: "Western food made by my own chef, beef, bread, vegetables and so on."

The school doctor asked again: "Do you usually eat these things?"

"Um."

"Have you ever had stomach pains after eating these things?"

"No, my stomach usually hurts when I don't eat."

"That shouldn't be the case." When the school doctor heard this, he frowned and said, "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be a sudden stomachache. Didn't you eat anything else for lunch?"

Nangong Ye hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No..."

"Really not?"

"No... well, yes!" Under the aggressive gaze of the school doctor, Nangong Ye confessed, "I tasted some instant noodles at noon."

"Huh?" Liu Muye, who was sitting next to Nangong Ye, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Have you eaten the instant noodles on the table?"

"Just... just ate a little bit..." Nangong Ye turned his head away in embarrassment, embarrassed to look into Liu Muye's eyes.

The school doctor continued to ask: "Is the instant noodles flavored with chili pepper?"

"Yes." Nangong Ye nodded.

"You don't usually eat spicy food, do you?"

"Basically not eating."

"That's probably acute gastroenteritis caused by spicy and greasy food. I'll just prescribe you some medicine and it'll be fine."

After the school doctor finished speaking, he started to get the medicine.

Liu Muye on the side looked at the school doctor's operation and asked with some surprise: "You just asked a few questions and you knew what the disease was?"

"What, is there a problem?" the school doctor said confidently, "Before I came here to become a school doctor, it would take two years to get my specialist number in Shangjing Hospital. I have treated more diseases than You’ve had a lot of food.”

Liu Muye was speechless and silently gave a thumbs up.

After buying the medicine, Liu Muye poured a glass of water for Nangong Ye. He found a quiet corner in the school doctor's office, sat down and took the medicine - and sure enough, the stomach pain began to subside not long after.

After checking the time, he saw that the first class in the afternoon was already halfway through. Liu Muye planned to go to the next class. Anyway, when they came to the infirmary, they had already asked for leave from the counselor.

"Do you think I'm weird?" Nangong Ye suddenly spoke after an unknown amount of time.

"Strange?" Liu Muye turned to look at Nangong Ye sitting next to him and asked, "What's strange?"

Nangong Ye also turned to look at him and asked, "Don't you feel weird when I eat your instant noodles?"

"What's so strange about this?" Liu Muye asked.

Nangong Ye said: "My dignified young master Nangong, I said that I would not eat such low-level food, but I secretly ate the instant noodles you were about to throw away without telling you, and even suffered from acute gastritis. Don't you think so?" Do you think it’s funny?”

"Instant noodles are quite delicious." Liu Muye smiled and said, "Besides, there is no such thing as high-level or low-level food. As long as it tastes good, you can just eat it if you like it. Besides, I Doesn’t the eldest son of the Liu family in Beijing also like to eat instant noodles? "

"..."

When Liu Muye said this, Nangong Ye suddenly felt like he had an enlightenment.

Yes, there is no distinction between high and low food. The reason why he dislikes instant noodles is not because he doesn't like the taste of instant noodles, but because his education since childhood told him that instant noodles are low-level food.

When this kind of ideological seal was stuck, he deliberately restrained his desires.

Nangong Ye suddenly asked: "Have you ever eaten fried chicken?"

"Have eaten."

"Is fried chicken delicious?" Nangong Ye smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "To be honest, I have never eaten it since I was a child. Every time I pass by KFC and McDonald's, I am curious about what that thing tastes like."

"..."

Listening to Nangong Ye's words, Liu Muye was suddenly stunned.

Nangong Ye, as the richest male protagonist in his book, has never even eaten fried chicken. It's really ridiculous to say.

A good author can always write the characters with flesh and blood, so that readers can really put themselves into the book, while a failed author like him will always create flat characters, because some settings themselves are not in line with realistic logic.

At this time, Liu Muye finally realized how illogical he was when he wrote this book.

It seems that it's not just the vicious female supporting role that needs me to save.

Liu Muye thought to himself.

"Do you want to eat fried chicken?" Liu Muye looked at Nangong Ye and said seriously, "I mean, do you want to put aside those inherent ideas and try something you have always wanted to try but haven't tried yet?"

"Yes, very much!"

This time, Nangong Ye did not hesitate for a second

Liu Muye said seriously: "Then try it, be a different self!"

"A different self?"

Nangong Ye listened to Liu Muye's words, and his eyes lit up instantly.

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