The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

"Wow, my cousin is awesome. She started a business in college."

Ning Zhiyuan applauded him very much.

Qi Gengyun smiled: "I'm still tutoring Qu Rong's nephew."

The money he won from betting was enough for him and his grandma to spend for a long time. He used part of it for financial management and saved the rest to earn interest.

The money he earns as a tutor is enough to cover his and grandma's daily expenses.

"Not bad, not bad, they are all better than me." Ning Zhiyuan praised sincerely. He was really not good at studying.

Zhuang Huaiyu strongly suspected that Ning Zhiyuan was speaking sarcastically.

Among the three of them, the richest and most powerful one is Ning Zhiyuan.

Qi Gengyun understood what he meant: "Study well and have theoretical knowledge is nothing compared to absolute strength. The college league is enough to prove that you are stronger than most sentinels."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Let's not praise each other in business."

He changed the name of the three-person group to: [Top 3 Most Powerful Guides on the Surface].

Zhuang Huaiyu: "This name is a bit shameless."

Qi Gengyun: "I will work hard in this direction."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Cousin, learn to order. The food is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you think you are a dish."

Zhuang Huaiyu rolled his eyes. She couldn't compare to Ning Zhiyuan in terms of mental strength. She couldn't compare to Qi Gengyun in culture class. She was just weak.

The most valuable thing about people is self-awareness, so it is better for her to play it safe.

After finishing the meal, Ning Zhiyuan packed a portion of noodles with squid ink, three shrimps and pineapple.

As soon as he left the school gate, he saw Yu Weining leaning on the car waiting for him.

Ning Zhiyuan waved his paw: "Yu Laosi came so early, have you had lunch?"

"No, I'm waiting for your fantasy cuisine." Yu Weining took the packing box and opened the passenger door.

Ning Zhiyuan got into the car and fastened his seat belt: "Why don't you eat something first so that our Yulaos won't be hungry."

Yu Weining sat down in the driver's seat, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Then let me try it first."

As he spoke, the sentry's big hand passed around the back of Ning Zhiyuan's neck, tilted his face to his side, and kissed the guide's soft lips.

Ning Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "I mean noodles."

Yu Weining chuckled: "I've washed it."

Ning Zhiyuan thought of the previous conversation, and his nose twitched as he could smell the fragrance of shower gel.

He unbuckled his seat belt, pulled Yu Weining's collar and kissed her: "Then I'll reward you with a 'hug and a fierce kiss'."

Yu Weining's car was parked in front of the school, and the two of them kissed for a long time, so it was inevitable that they would be seen.

When the two returned home, Ning Zhiyuan saw himself on the hot search again.

【Passionate kiss! The prince and princess were inseparable, and they couldn't get enough of each other in the car! 】

Comment area:

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, why am I not a student of the Imperial City Guide Academy? 】

【I am! My friend asked me to go out to play, but I refused! She took the video! I regret! If time could come back! 】

[Why am I not that car? Oh my God! 】

[I really want to know what they "do" when they go home. 】

Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth and stretched out his head, preparing to sneak attack and grab the food, but Yu Weining directly picked up a shrimp and put it in his mouth.

“Isn’t this smell weird and overpowering?”

Yu Weining: "It tastes good."

"We're on the hot search for kissing again." Ning Zhiyuan showed him the video and ate some shrimp at the same time: "Cut it out and make an animated picture, it's like hugging and kissing fiercely."

He took a photo of the half-eaten noodles and responded to the comment wondering what they were doing at home.

[[Picture] Eat noodles and clear out the yellow waste in your mind. Thank you. 】

After a while, this comment went crazy.

【Mist grass! Real person! My lord! 】

【Eat noodle! Eat noodle! Eat noodle! 】

[Cannot be emptied, even more and more. 】

Ning Zhiyuan received a message from the old mother of the 20g fishing expert: [Smash it! Eating noodles has multiple meanings, ahem. 】

"Damn..." He really didn't think about it that way: "Today's netizens are more pornographic than me."

Ning Zhiyuan's eyes fell on Yu Weining's mouth, and he remembered what happened last night again.

Yu Weining:?

His bracelet vibrated continuously.

Many people in the [Idle Sentinel Work Market] who were set to do not disturb messages liked him.

[Lao Yu, what are you doing? 】

[Call Yu Weining, call Yu Weining! 】

[What to interrupt Yu Weining’s “doing”. 】

[Interrupts Yu Weining from eating noodles. 】

Yu Weining pinched her eyebrows and replied: "I'm sick." 】

Aite, a member of the group, was even more enthusiastic.

Yu Weining was about to leave the group, but Ning Zhiyuan saw the news in the group and reached out to stop him: "Pull me into the group."

[Yu Weining] invites [I, the Demon Lord, make money] to join the group chat.

The group was quiet for a moment.

Someone asked: [Who is this? 】

Ning Zhiyuan changed the group's business card to his real name.

【I am your father. 】

[Who dares to interrupt my brother? Come out for a duel. 】

There was dead silence in the group.

Someone tentatively sent a sentence: [Sister-in-law? 】

Ning Zhiyuan: [Call daddy, otherwise I’ll fly to you to behead you. 】

Huang Tenyi's first reply: [Welcome dad to the group, warm welcome.jpg]

Then everyone else copied and pasted.

[My surname is Chen Chiren Chen] Change the group name to: [Ning Zhiyuan and his sons. 】

Except for Huang Tenyi, no one took Ning Zhiyuan's words seriously. They jokingly called him dad because of Yu Weining's face. He couldn't let his guide fail to come to Taiwan.

Only Huang Tenyi knew that Ning Zhiyuan might really be able to do such a thing, and that Yu Weining would also go astray.

Yu Weining rarely bubbles up in the group, and Aite doesn't make a dull fart for a long time.

Ning Zhiyuan is different. He responds to messages quickly and can chat with ten people at the same time without any interruption.

Everyone is curious about Ning Zhiyuan and their private way of getting along.

Messages in the group reach 99+ every minute

My surname is Chen, Chiren Chen: [When will the wedding be held? My red envelope is ready. 】

Ning Zhiyuan: [I don’t know. His Majesty said that he would prepare this matter, so we don’t need to worry about it. 】

Yu Weining looked at the person who lowered his head to reply to the message, stood up and brought a plate of washed strawberries: "Yuanyuan, do you want to eat strawberries?"

Ning Zhiyuan stared at the group messages, tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Ah——"

Huang Tenyi: [What is Yu Weining doing? 】

Ning Zhiyuan: [Feed me strawberries. 】

ojbk: [Mist grass! If he fed me a strawberry, I would probably have nightmares for a month! 】

Ning Zhiyuan bit the strawberry that was fed to his mouth. He caught a glimpse of Yu Weining's neglected expression and hugged the sentry's neck to greet him: "This strawberry is quite sweet."

The strawberry juice stuck to their lips, and Yu Weining smiled and said, "It's indeed very sweet."

Ning Zhiyuan picked up one and bit it: "Eat another one."

The two kissed for a long time and ate 1/3 of a plate of strawberries.

After chatting in the group for a while, they found that Ning Zhiyuan was silent.