ordinary god

Lin Su begged Wang Xiaoming for the 180th time: "You must understand the value of being ordinary. You must know that most people in this world will eventually return to being ordinary. Do you understand the meaning of the word ordinary? Let me listen to a song Song, feel it."

Wang Xiaoming was listening to English with earphones, writing silently while listening, but did not hear what Lin Su was saying.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Su taking out an MP4 from his large white robe, and took off his earphones in some surprise.

"You gods still use this?"

"Huh?" Lin Su looked at the things in his hands, and said indifferently, "You have to understand the human world before you can be friends with humans."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming saw that Lin Su had been groping for a long time on the MP4, obviously he had never used it at all, the MP4 was still very brand new, and there was no trace of wear and tear on it, Wang Xiaoming frowned, and asked: "Didn't you say that other human beings look at it?" not you?"

"Yes."

"Then where did you get your MP4 from?"

"What's this thing called?" Lin Su reached into his clothes again and took out an instruction manual, "MP...4?"

It was the first time for Wang Xiaoming to see someone read the instruction manual when using an MP4. He couldn't laugh or cry. He reached out and took the thing, opened it a few times, thought for a while and said, "What do you want to listen to, I'll help you get it."

Lin Su said: "The ordinary road, have you heard of it?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't answer, and Lin Su saw him lower his head and fiddled with it a few times, and pressed the button for a while, then plugged in the earphones, separated the earphones from one side, and signaled Lin Su to listen.

Lin Su took it over and listened to it next to Wang Xiaoming. Wang Xiaoming put on the earphones and began to write English silently again. The hoarse and low voice of Pu Shu was in the earphones. With the gradually rising music, Lin Su felt that he was doing something extremely sacred. My heart is full of pride and pride.

He raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily, and quietly looked at Wang Xiaoming's profile.

Although the boy's outline is still young, his brows are thick and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised. If he doesn't smile or speak, he looks a bit precocious.

But when his eyes looked over slowly, he looked like a little confused animal again, with thick eyelashes and black and white eyes, Lin Su really liked it no matter what he saw.

Lin Su hummed along, with a soft voice, Wang Xiaoming's writing hand paused, and he turned his head to look at him slightly.

Lin Su smiled and said, "How is it? Does it sound good?"

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Lin Su continued his efforts: "Have you heard the lyrics clearly?"

"Understood."

"Isn't it very reasonable?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "I don't know."

Lin Su sighed: "You are too young to understand."

Wang Xiaoming snorted: "Then let's talk about it after I understand."

"..."

Lin Su scratched his neck, and was about to continue persuading him in another way, when Wang Xiaoming suddenly asked, "Where did you get this thing? It looks new, and you don't know how to use it. How did you get the songs in it?"

Lin Su blinked: "I am a god, I can do anything."

Wang Xiaoming was not fooled by him: "Did you buy it? Did you pay for it?"

"I have no money."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Lin Su swallowed his saliva when he saw that Wang Xiaoming's expression was not right, and said honestly, "I got it from the mall."

Wang Xiaoming took off the earphones and returned the things to him: "Take it and return it."

For a moment, Wang Xiaoming's aura was very tough, and Lin Su was a little scared, so he didn't dare to raise any objections. He hurriedly put the things back into the box and sealed it together with the instructions, and then stuffed it into his clothes.

Wang Xiaoming stared at his clothes for a long time: "Is this going to be returned?"

"Ah." Lin Su lifted up his clothes a little as if offering a treasure, "Have you seen the robot cat? It has the same function as the pocket on its stomach."

Wang Xiaoming: "...Have you ever seen Doraemon?"

Lin Su raised his jaw, quite proud of himself: "Only by understanding the human world can we be friends with humans."

Wang Xiaoming remembered how Lin Su couldn't play the MP4 just now, so he wasn't going to comment on this sentence.

Lin Su wants to establish a good relationship with Wang Xiaoming. It can be seen that Wang Xiaoming has always been very wary of him, and has no interest in "ordinary life", let alone the pursuit of this.

With an idea, he opened his clothes and said to Wang Xiaoming, "This clothes can not only transport objects, but also people. Do you want to try it?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Fortunately, it was night and everyone else was asleep. Wang Xiaoming sat alone at the desk and watched this so-called "clergyman" show his chest to him, and tear off his clothes with both hands excitedly, with a "perverted" appearance. You have to lean towards yourself, if it is daytime, or when there are other people around, you will definitely be frightened by Wang Xiaoming's frightened expression.

Wang Xiaoming stood up abruptly, took several steps back, and turned his head away with a blushing face.

Lin Su approached with an expression of "Come on boy, come on boy, come on!" Seeing that Wang Xiaoming didn't respond, he reached out to grab Wang Xiaoming's hand, wanting him to put his hand on the inside of his clothes for a try.

Wang Xiaoming struggled crazily, but he didn't dare to make a sound to attract the attention of others. As a result of his excessive movements, his fingers slammed across Lin Su's face with a crisp slap.

Lin Su: "..."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Lin Su's face was very fair, and the red finger prints immediately appeared on one side of the cheek. Lin Su had never been beaten since he could remember. Although Wang Xiaoming did not mean it, it still made him stunned.

Wang Xiaoming said awkwardly: "Hold..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Su raised his head and began to cry.

"Ah - woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Wang Xiaoming: "????"

Lin Su cried aggrieved and uncomfortable, and hiccupped. Fortunately, other humans could not hear his voice, so only Wang Xiaoming was tortured a bit miserable.

It’s not true that Wang Xiaoming covered his ears, and it’s not true if he didn’t cover his ears. He stood there for a while at a loss, and whispered: "Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

But Lin Su cried so loudly that it completely drowned out his voice.

Lin Su: "Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Wang Xiaoming: "I said, can't you cry more gently?"

"You don't care about me! Awwhhhhhhh-!"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Lin Su cried with snot and tears all over his face, and said aggrievedly: "This is my last chance. If I fail the assessment, I will be forced to give up this major. Why? No! What’s wrong with being ordinary, what’s wrong with it!”

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming really didn't want to hit Lin Su, ordinary?Who wants an ordinary life, an ordinary fate?If everyone likes to be ordinary, where are there so many stories of "overbearing president falling in love with you" and "diaosi's counterattack" in this world?

Lin Su ran to the balcony and squatted, weeping, as if he was about to cry over the 500 years of grievances.

Wang Xiaoming walked over and squatted side by side with him, listening to Lin Su muttering.

"If I had known this, I would have chosen God of Luck. I would not care if you just wanted to hug my thigh." Lin Su said with reddened eyes, "There are too many people who want God of Luck, so we have to line up. In the next life, it may not be your turn."

It was the first time Wang Xiaoming heard him talk about the seminary, and asked curiously, "How did you get in?"

"You can take the test as you want," Lin Su sniffed. Although he was sad, he said proudly, "I was one of the students with the best grades in our class."

"Then why didn't you choose the God of Luck major?"

"..." Lin Su wiped his face pitifully, "Because I want to pretend."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."