My protagonist attributes have been discovered

After one episode of the Sand Sculpture TV series, Xuan Wei, who originally wanted to bring the newly-acquainted female ghost lady to buy a dumpling, was given a copy of "OO Biography" by Amway, and put his arms around Miss Minguo during the time before Shanhai Hotel closed. He said goodbye to his "second father" and Taotie, and left.

After a few minutes, Sister Tu, who had disappeared like the wind before, went down the stairs, as if nothing had happened, but Song Yangle easily caught her glance outside the door when she was on the stairs.

Sure enough, there was something between them.

He finished thinking like this, but it is always his own advantage as a human being to see through without telling the truth... "If you chase now, there is still time."

Sister Tu who was walking towards the counter blushed and gave him a blank look: "You little brat, what do you know?"

"But," Song Yangle pointed out, "you like him, don't you?"

"That doesn't prevent me from hating him." After returning to the counter, Sister Tu opened the book, picked up the pen, her blushing subsided in an instant, and when she propped her cheeks to look at him, she was similar to Xuan Wei, but she didn't feel the same. The same peach-blossom eyes are slightly raised. Although the voice of the baby is the same as before, there is some maturity on the face of Yu Jie, the former head of the Fox clan associated with the entry "Tu Shan" in "Shan Hai Biology Encyclopedia". She said calmly: " It's actually not uncommon to 'like'; but for me, if I really want to get along with each other for a long time, I can't always hate more than I like it."

Song Yangle thought for a while, then nodded: "Oh."

Feeling that she was finally able to pick up the dignity of the elders, and she was already ready to use her own experience to teach Xiao Zai Zai "one hundred and eight gestures of love" in her heart. Sister Tu choked: "...??? "that's all?

Song Yangle turned his head, saw three glasses of lemonade behind him, saw that she was still looking at him, and asked, "Do you still want to drink water?"

"……no thank you."

"Then I'll wash it."

Seeing Sister Tu's overwhelmed state, Song Yangle felt that the sip of lemonade he poured into his stomach had finally been digested—cough, of course, as a positive protagonist, he certainly didn't intend to take revenge.

I just go with the flow.

Picking up three glasses of water and going into the kitchen, Song Yangle thought calmly: After all, most of the audience of this article/comic may not like to hear a love story of a scumbag.

——Especially if the protagonist of the story is still the "son" of the real protagonist.

Anyway, as a mother and single, he didn't want to hear it.Um.

……

Under normal circumstances, Song Yangle still doesn't like to actively emphasize the point of "single mother and fetus" - as we all know, this four-character description is not a good word for most human men.

But under abnormal circumstances, he especially wants to emphasize the labels of "have never been in a relationship", "single" and "22 years old", such as... the following situation↓

At night, on 7092.

"Did you tell uncle thank you?"

The little squirrel who had made an agreement with him reluctantly returned the swallow kite to him and put it back on the shoulders of the mother sitting in the front row. The mother mouse gave him a grateful smile again, and then proposed to the little squirrel. this problem.

Hearing the cheerful and affirmative answer from the little squirrel who didn't notice anything wrong, Song Yangle, who was holding two kites, said, "..."

In an instant, I realized the bitterness of time and race.

He thought: At this moment, only cats and money can make up for the wounds in my heart.

So he took out his mobile phone, but on the one hand, in order to prevent ordinary humans from entering by mistake, the three non-human realms have cooperated with special human departments to block the Shanhai Lianbo and Shanhai APP in places other than the Shanhaijie. On the one hand, because his mobile phone is relatively old, the internal memory was a bit cramped after he downloaded the Shanhai APP. In order to make room, he uninstalled the cat-sucking software he often used, and finally flipped through it. After the news is marked as read, you can only click on the stock APP to try to comfort yourself with the stocks that "maybe rising rapidly".

Then, the "maybe" situation as a matter of course ... didn't happen.

Although the rise of dozens of lines is stable, the speed of most of them is still as slow as a turtle crawling, and only a few lines have risen slightly beyond expectations.

Click in to see the specific situation and the analysis provided by the APP below, then quit and search the official websites and real-time comments of several companies one by one, enter WeChat, ignore a few red-marked messages, contact relevant people, and then return to the stock market After buying and selling the APP, Song Yangle looked at the unified upward lines, felt a little bit of comfort, and missed Taifeng every day...

"Di——Binhe Road, here we are. Passengers getting off the bus, please get off through the back door."

The name of the platform sounds familiar.

He glanced at the back door, and the person who got off was a ghost passenger he didn't know; it was Qingming, probably because the pass for the ghost gate of the underworld had not expired at this time, compared with the desertedness three days ago, there were more than a dozen people waiting for the bus. The people of the underworld made the dark stop signs more lively.

However, compared to the disorder and chaos he imagined, apart from not being aesthetically pleasing to living creatures, most of the law-abiding citizens of the underworld holding pass cards are still very good get along, except for one.

Wearing a shirt and a pair of trousers that sometimes exposed his ankles, the beer belly uncle stood on the platform empty-handed. While other ghosts were rushing to get on 7092, he tried his best to use his fat body to block behind him, holding a black plastic bag. In front of the thin figure, who was tightly covered by a long coat and trousers, he rudely pushed away the ghosts who brushed past each other intentionally or unintentionally.

"Crazy! I just accidentally touched it, as for?!"

A ghost aunt who was almost pushed out more than ten meters away squeezed beside Song Yangle, staring at the two figures, one fat and one thin, under the car window, indignant.

"..."

Throwing the mobile phone into the hoodie pocket, Song Yangle raised his arm and went up——

"Ah! What are you doing!" The aunt who was almost touched by his elbow for fear of being touched screamed, and instantly floated away leaving a big gap.

7092 started, and the two figures left outside the car quickly disappeared from sight along with the platform. Today, the crispy human being who has gained a lot of fame in the Three Realms stretched his arms in a circle and stretched a lot. A lazy waist, turning his head expressionlessly: "Stretch."

After a pause, facing the other party's eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets with anger, he continued: "It's just a touch, isn't it?"

"..."

The little squirrel squatting on the mother's shoulder in the front row opened its small black eyes and moved its beard: "Puzhi, hehe."