The delicate heartthrob is a black lotus

Unexpectedly, in the next few days, Jiang Yiyuan was really peaceful and never appeared in front of him again.

But if he is so obedient, how can he still deserve the title of scumbag in the original text.

"San San, can you find out what Jiang Yiyuan has been doing recently?"

[You can find it, but you need to deduct a little force value. 】

Zong Yu: "..."

"Where the fuck do I have strong intentions?"

The system is also a little embarrassed. After all, it was selfish during the lottery draw, so Zong Yu's will value was empty.

[Then I'll check it for free for the host, not as an example. 】

So, I took advantage of the second privilege of this month.

[Jiang Yiyuan signed up for a martial arts class, and has been busy with it recently. 】

"Huh? Martial arts class?"

Zong Yu couldn't help laughing.

Is it too hard to hit this guy, but he should be able to calm down for a while.

"Brother Yu, what's the matter? You're smiling so happily."

Yu Wanzhou couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth when she saw Zong Yu's two dimples because of her smile.

"It's nothing." Zong Yu suppressed her smile and reached out to take the milk that Yu Wanzhou bought back, and thanked her.

After these few days of getting along, the relationship between him and Yu Wanzhou is getting better and better, and Yu Wanzhou also follows him every step of the way, which is almost the same as the character in the article. Once he is given some warmth, he will wholeheartedly rely on him.

At the beginning, the students in the class cast surprised glances at them, but later they all saw it, knowing that the two had changed from a relationship of bullying and being bullied to inseparable good brothers.

The world is indeed wonderful.

Yu Wanzhou looked at Zong Yu who was having breakfast, hesitated for a moment, and called Brother Yu.

"Ok?"

Zong Yu turned his head in puzzlement to look at Yu Wanzhou whose cheeks were dyed a layer of light pink. He always felt that Yu Wanzhou had been a little weird since this morning.

Seeing some bread crumbs on the corner of Zong Yu's mouth, Yu Wanzhou's eyes slightly bent, she stretched out her hand and retracted it, pointed to the corner of her mouth, and handed Zong Yu a piece of paper: "Brother Yu, there are bread crumbs on the corner of your mouth. .”

Zong Yu took the paper and wiped it casually, and then heard the clear and clear voice unique to teenagers ringing in his ears.

"Brother Yu, what kind of person do you like?"

Yu Wanzhou's throat slid up and down, her clear peach blossom eyes fixed on Zong Yu, and the fingers pinched by her side turned white.

He heard a lot of rumors and saw that post. Although it was overly misinterpreted, he didn't know if Zong Yu really liked that girl.

Ever since he found out about this, it seemed like a sharp sword was hanging high in his heart, making him restless all day long, eager to know the answer.

Hearing this, Zong Yu was obviously taken aback.

He had never considered such a thing, and now that Yu Wanzhou suddenly asked this question, he wanted to answer it casually, but he suddenly changed his mind when the words came to his lips.

Maybe it can be saved, before Yu Wanzhou bends over.

However, he didn't know anything about relationships, so he had to ask the system for help: "San San, what kind of girls do straight men like?"

The system was down for half a second: [Host, Sansan is just a machine, and aren't you a straight man? ] Zong Yu: "I'm sorry, I'm a solo mother, and I haven't met anyone I like."

[…] Sounds pretty honorable.

Seeing that Zong Yu didn't answer for a long time, Yu Wanzhou's face changed slightly, maybe he asked something that shouldn't be asked.

"If brother Yu doesn't want to answer, you don't have to say it, I..."

Hearing Yu Wanzhou's voice getting softer and weaker, Zong Yu quickly took up the conversation. This is a good opportunity.

Soft and cute girl, isn't it sweet?

"No." Zong Yu tried his best to recall the heroine of the novel that his sister read to him in his previous life, and said carefully, "I like girls who have a sweet smile and are usually very well-behaved. When encountering difficulties, they will take the initiative to run to my side and let me help you." Come and protect her..."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He felt that he had described it quite well. This way girls are most likely to arouse their desire for protection. Generally, straight men like such cute girls who need protection.

After getting the answer, Yu Wanzhou felt the sharp sword hanging in her heart come down with a bang, piercing her heart hard, and the pain was so painful that it was hard to breathe.

He responded to Shang Zongyu's eyes, pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, and showed an unnatural smile.

Zong Yu: "What about you, what kind of girl do you like?"

Yu Wanzhou didn't expect Zong Yu to ask back, but when he heard this sentence, Zong Yu's face appeared in his mind, but Zong Yu obviously bit the word "girl", and finally he shook his head. Shake your head.

He doesn't have any girls he likes.

Zong Yu couldn't help asking: "There are so many girls chasing you, but you don't like any of them?"

Not wanting to continue this topic, Yu Wanzhou took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, "No."

But Zong Yu, who is very nervous about this aspect, obviously didn't notice it, and was still keen on his brainwashing plan, always feeling that he was one step closer to success.

He asked tentatively, "Why don't you like the same thing as me?"

system:【……】

The host is speaking human language?

Zong Yu looked at Yu Wanzhou expectantly, only to realize that Yu Wanzhou's complexion was pale, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

Yu Wanzhou shook her head, lowered her eyes, "It's okay, I'm going to the bathroom."

This is the first time Yu Wanzhou left without waiting for Zong Yu to finish speaking.

Looking at Yu Wanzhou's back, Zong Yu suddenly felt frustrated.

"Did I fail in persuasion?"

The system couldn't help but interjected: [Host, Sansan thinks you are very good in all aspects, but I suggest you not to interfere in Yu Wanzhou's emotional affairs. 】As far as the host's consciousness is concerned, it is very afraid that Yu Wanzhou will embark on a road of no return from now on.

After all, it can feel Yu Wanzhou's emotional changes, but there are regulations not to disclose it, so it has to remind it tactfully.

"Don't interfere, what should I do if he likes the slag Gong?"

[The arrangement must be the same as what you like? 】

"He, isn't this aimless?"

【…】

While Zong Yu was arguing with the system, a girl with a low ponytail came over and saw Zong Yu sitting here alone, and asked in a low voice: "Hello, classmate, may I trouble you to tell classmate Yu Wanzhou Well, this food box is placed directly on the table when school is over, and I will come to pick it up."

Zong Yu raised his eyes, saw that it was Cen Min, and responded, "Yes."

After getting the answer, Cen Min put the food box in his hand on Yu Wanzhou's table, and pasted a written post-it on it by the way.

Zong Yu couldn't help but glanced at it, only to see a row of delicate small characters written on it.

"Every day must be as warm as the sun~".

The word "Min" is written at the end, and a smiling face is drawn next to it.

This girl has been sending love bento for several days in a row. Although Yu Wanzhou declined, the girl still insists on giving it even if Yu Wanzhou doesn't eat it.

It is said that she has been secretly in love with Yu Wanzhou for almost a year, and only recently has the courage to confess her love, and she does not want to give up easily.

"Thank you." Cen Min said as he took out a bag of homemade biscuits from his pocket and handed it to Zong Yu.

Zong Yu had a good impression of Cen Min, so he couldn't refuse to accept it with a smile, but nodded in relief. It would be great if this girl could really catch up with Yu Wanzhou.

However, Yu Wanzhou saw this scene as soon as she entered the classroom from the front door, and saw Zong Yu watching Cen Min leave from the back door with a smile.

The fingertips at the side curled up unconsciously, and the light-colored eyes gradually darkened, as if covered with a layer of thick fog that could not be removed.