The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Ahem, I'm done writing, can I go now?"

"Huh? So fast?"

Dan Shenggu said in surprise, why did he finish writing this in just one squat.

"let me see."

"Hey, isn't this kind of thing effective after reading it?"

Stopping Dan Shenggu's hand, Wu Ye returned the pen to her.

"Then, Ema has also written, have you had enough fun? I'm going back."

"wait wait wait……!"

Dan Shenggu still wanted to use the old method to stop Wu Ye, but he had already grabbed Tushou first, and then threw his backhand into Dan Shenggu's arms.

"Dekomori shield!"

"what!"

"Wow!"

The unsuspecting protruding guard was directly thrown into the arms of Dan Shenggu who was caught off guard by Wu Ye. The two of them fell into a ball immediately, and Wu Ye swaggered away.

"Damn it, this bastard, actually threw this middle school kid here..."

Wu Ye's Dan Shenggu, who was completely unable to stop him, ignored the protruding body who complained again and again, and said lightly in distress:

"It's a little faster than planned, Xiaoniaoyou, is there still time..."

……

"What kind of plane are you doing, that Danshenggu guy."

Quickly walked away from the Moriya Shrine and got on the bus home, Takeya still didn’t understand why Dan Shenggu had to drag him there, whether it was praying for blessings or painting horses, it was like a temporary excuse, just to prevent the He just went back...

Um?Don't let yourself go back?

"For Xiaotiaoyou, I seem to have seen her go back early." For some reason, the words Fukui just said suddenly sounded in Takeya's mind.

"Could it be what the second-year student wants to do at home?"

After such a guess appeared in his mind, Wu Ye quickened his pace and rushed straight home without thinking. Every time Liu Hua wanted to do something, he would suffer, and it had become Wu Ye's instinct to stop her.

Walking through the streets and alleys to the door of the house, the moment the door was opened, it was too late to say hello to Elliot in front of him, Wu Ye ran towards the back room non-stop, only to see a dull hair bouncing back and forth in the kitchen.

"Six Flowers!"

"Hey--Take, Takeya?!"

Liuhua's face was full of surprise, and she hurriedly hid her hands behind her back, and she asked a little at a loss:

"You, you, why did you come back so soon?"

"I knew it, you really are with Danshenggu..."

Liuhua's actions were obviously not self-inflicted, and Wu also stepped forward helplessly:

"Let me see, what the hell are you doing...huh?"

The bad scene he had imagined did not appear. In front of Liuhua was a row of familiar kitchen utensils, mixed with some nondescript potatoes.

"What is this..."

Wu also opened his eyes unexpectedly.

"Don't look...!"

Reaching out to grab the ugly potato in front of her and hide it behind her back, Liuhua lowered her head in embarrassment.

"This, this is, I prepared, cooking..."

"You, cooking?"

Only then did Wu Ye discover that Liuhua was wearing the apron she usually wore.

"Uh-huh……"

Lowering her head, Liuhua said softly:

"Takeya doesn't seem to be energetic today. Mr. Mori told me that homemade cooking can refresh your spirits."

Dumb and speechless, after understanding Liuhua's reason, Wu Ye opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and now he couldn't spit out a word of the preaching that came to his mouth.

It took him a long time before he laughed and said:

"Stupid, you, if a dish can be so simple and help others cheer up, it's too cheap."

The arc of the corner of the mouth rose unconsciously, and Wu Ye stepped forward to lift the gurgling pot lid:

"What are you doing?"

"……curry."

"Curry? This?"

Looking at the gloomy color in the pot, it seems that there is no feeling of normal curry at all.