What makes you think I will always like you?

When climbing a mountain, it's not good to go too high. It looks spectacular, but in fact it won't be particularly beautiful, and it will be very tiring to climb up.

It doesn't matter if it's too low. It's not challenging at all. Once you climb up, you'll feel like "this is it."

Liang Zhirou is one of those people who just can't grasp it with one hand. She always feels that she will be able to grasp it with one hand soon, but it's always a little bit closer.

It's like a mirage suddenly appears in front of a person who is about to die of thirst. People can't help but try again and again. They always feel that they are within reach, but in fact they are so far away.

So I never get tired of climbing.

Liang Zhirou turned away from him and allowed Chen Lu to do some hooligan behavior.

What a gentleman...they are all fake.

The girl complained aggrievedly in her heart, and after a while, she quickly bit her finger to prevent herself from making any noise.

What a shame...

"How about going to bed quickly..." Liang Zhirou buried her flushed cheeks into the pillow and had already begun to beg for mercy.

"Sleep, sleep." Chen Lu took his hand back without saying anything, and lay down with the girl in his arms.

He is not greedy either, after all, everything has to be done step by step. Moreover, Liang Zhirou was already very accommodating to him. It would be too much to be greedy.

At first, Liang Zhirou would be so scared of even simple skin-to-skin contact that she could hardly breathe. Who knew how much effort this fool had put in for him.

A few minutes later, Chen Lu, who couldn't sleep, sat up from the bed again.

"I'm going to the toilet."

......

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, when Chen Lu woke up, the bedside was empty. Liang Zhirou got up early as usual.

He was also covered with a quilt tightly as usual.

As he stretched and walked out of the bedroom, he was hit hard on the head by the FBI, oh no, Liang Zhirou who was ambushing him.

He got a hard rocket headbutt.

"what--"

Chen Lu was startled. He leaned against the corner, holding his stomach and wailing, "I'll go, what are you doing? If I die, you won't have a boyfriend!"

Liang Zhirou was frightened by his reaction, and quickly came up to her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"good."

After Liang Zhirou discovered that he was pretending, she looked at him with aggrieved eyes and continued to return to the table to draw.

Rule [-] of guarding against Chen Lu: Don’t believe a word of Chen Lu’s words.

After the girl was not allowed to wear a suspender skirt in front of Chen Lu, she made another note on the code of guarding against Chen Lu.

Chen Lu rubbed the area where he was hit, moved a chair and sat next to Liang Zhirou.

The character on the screen has already been drawn in prototype, a cute short-haired girl holding a cute dumpling in her arms.

At first glance, it was Nagisa Furukawa.

It seems like she just watched this anime a while ago.

When Liang Zhirou first learned to paint, he could give some pointers, but now he can no longer help at all. Maybe after a while, Lin Miaomiao won't be able to teach her.

Chen Lu did not deny that the speed of progress was related to her talent, but what was even more inseparable was this fool's hard work day and night.

Liang Zhirou's rule of thumb seems to always be to work hard, no matter what she does.

Anyway, he can't do this. He has the gene of fishing in his bones, which is passed down from the old Chen family.

"I decided to deduct one point from you on the "Quantitative Standards for Good Boyfriends"." Liang Zhirou was still angry and suddenly said solemnly.

Chen Lu found it interesting. What clever tricks did this fool learn from her dog-headed military advisor?

People nowadays are also looking for military advisers who have never been in love. Isn’t this just a case of Wolong looking for Fengxiao?

"One point?!" Chen Lu pretended to be in pain and continued to ask: "Then how many points do I have left?"

He estimated that Liang Zhirou should have set up a scoring system specifically for him. If the score dropped to six out of ten, he would be ignored or something like that.

Liang Zhirou stopped the brush in her hand, raised her eyes and thought for a while, and then said very seriously: "There are...many, many more."

Chen Lu:......

"Then what's the use of this quantitative standard?" He couldn't help but laugh. This fool was so cute sometimes.

Lin Miaomiao would probably go crazy if she thought that the method she taught was used like this by Liang Zhirou.

This assessment was canceled at the beginning - the reason was that Liang Zhirou liked him too much and the initial score was too high.

It can't be finished, it can't be finished at all.

"Why is it useless..."

Liang Zhirou pouted and turned back to continue drawing. She had finally found the heart to threaten him, but why was there no effect at all?

"Have you had stomach pain these past few days?"

Halfway through the painting, Liang Zhirou suddenly spoke.

Chen Lu shook his head, "No, I have been eating more regularly these days."

Since moving to the rental house, Liang Zhirou has been fully responsible for his food and daily life. He has three meals a day so regularly that he even has a stomachache.

Even if I want to cook for this idiot, I have to fight with her to do it. Liang Zhirou has her own little stubbornness in this regard.

When he was at home, he was too lazy to get up every morning. Wang Xiaoxia would give him a harsh meal at most. In the end, he couldn't wake up, so she could only run to work muttering.

Liang Zhirou is different, she is even willing to feed you directly. No matter how lazy I am, I can still eat breakfast obediently.

"Drink some hot water, I'll boil some for you." Liang Zhirou said and stood up.

"Can I get an extra point for drinking hot water?"

Liang Zhirou nodded gently and said softly: "Okay."

"One point at a time?"

"...Also."

"Then I'll drink." Chen Lu leaned on the chair leisurely, looked at the girl's back, and couldn't help but smile again.

The Good Boyfriend Quantitative Standard was aborted on the first day it was created because of too many bugs.

Chen Lu turned around and suddenly found that there were still a few pictures on the bottom navigation bar. He opened them and took a look at them out of curiosity.

They are a few four-frame cartoons with a rather sloppy drawing style.

He was smiling when he saw it, but he really didn't expect that Liang Zhirou had the talent to draw four-frame cartoons. The pig's head tried to kill himself in various ways and then got beaten, which was quite effective as a show.

This pig really owed it and deserved to be beaten.

If the era of funny four-panel cartoons hadn't passed, this fool might have become popular based on his ability. At that time, comics such as Ah Shui Xing Tai Qi were very good and very popular.

Just when the corners of his mouth were raised higher and higher.

He suddenly discovered that his name was written on the pig's head.

At this time, Liang Zhirou also sat down and just realized what Chen Lu was looking at.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Liang Zhirou's brain shut down for two seconds, and then she had the courage to secretly glance at Chen Lu.

Chen Lu looked at her expressionlessly.

"I-I was wrong..." the girl whispered.

"If apologizing works, why do we need the police?"

Liang Zhirou was a little frightened by the sight, and she bit her lower lip in a weak, pitiful and helpless manner.

In the end, she had no choice but to stretch out her trembling little hands and take the initiative to lift up her trouser legs, exposing her white and tender thighs. Then she pouted and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"Don't think I'll let you go like this. Am I such an easy person to fool?"

Chen Lu said righteously while touching his legs. Good guy, this is how you beg him for mercy.

Is this girlfriend so cute that it’s a bit foul?