After the goddess wears into the interstellar

The dormitory smelled of caramel.

"Sovereign... can this work?" Wen Gu looked at the large pool of dark gray liquid with some hesitation.

Mu Yu: "It's definitely possible."

Without hesitation, Wen Gu handed over the mud sugar figurine stuck on the bedside, "Add mine, too."

"?" Mu Yu looked puzzled, "You don't want to keep it either? This is a sugar figurine craft that has been lost for thousands of years."

"..." Wen Gu's expression twisted for a moment, "No suzerain...I don't really want to eat sweets today."

"Okay." Mu Yu simply put the baby-faced clay figurine in Wen Gu's hand into the pot, "I'll buy it for you next time I have a chance!"

The four members of the Divine Sword Sect: "..."

It doesn't have to be.

Seeing Mu Yu stir the blackened syrup, his expression became more complicated, "Is this thing still edible?"

Sihui: "It's... hard to say."

"It doesn't matter whether you eat or not, it's mainly a matter of intention." Mu Yu poured the syrup into a small pot, ready to mold it according to Mr. Lan's appearance.

The last time Mr. Lan bought Wujin for them at the material shop, and later he was robbed of Tianjin Linggen for almost a month, so he had to express it.

Huang Tang tilted his head to see the suzerain's precise outline, "Will Mr. Lan like this thing?"

"I don't know," Mu Yu buried his head in the drawing, "he should be used to seeing expensive gifts, and this kind of folk gadgets might arouse his interest."

"That's true," Wen Gu agreed, "Maybe Mr. Lan has a tricky taste and likes ugly things."

"How do you talk?" Mu Yu got up dissatisfied, pointed at the newly completed sugar man on the table and said, "How realistic is my drawing?"

Several people heard the sound and looked, and saw that the suzerain had outlined Mr. Lan's appearance with a few strokes. Although the picture was not complicated, the cold temperament was vividly expressed.

"Sovereign, you have two hands!" Wen Gu was surprised, "Isn't this much prettier than my big head?"

Huang Tang: "That's for sure, the suzerain's aesthetic attainments are getting higher and higher."

Sihui nodded, "It would be great if the syrup wasn't so dark."

There was still a hint of doubt in Fu Ran's eyes, "It looks good, but suzerain, are you sure you want to give this to Mr. Lan...? Why don't you wait until tomorrow to buy some clean syrup?"

"It's too late." Mu Yu wiped his hands and waited for the Brown Sugar Man to take shape. "Tonight should be the last time I see Mr. Lan. No accident, the academy will train us day and night in the next week."

Even if Mr. Lan doesn't look for him tonight, he still plans to say goodbye.The shortest time to go to the star trial this time is half a year, and the longest time is to go directly to the college competition, and I am afraid it will be two years after I come back.

"This is really..." Wen Gu recalled the class he had just received and looked sad, and couldn't help sighing, "Help..."

When the sugar figure was formed, Mu Yu carefully lifted it up, "I'll go there, you don't have to wait for me."

……

With the evening breeze blowing across his cheeks, Mu Yu stood in front of Mr. Lan's door and knocked twice, "Mr. Lan?"

The sound of chairs moving in the room sounded, Mu Yu took a step back, lifted the sugar figurine in front of him, and looked at the door expectantly.

I don't know how Mr. Lan will react when he sees such an exquisite sugar figure.

"Squeak—" The door was opened, and Zong Lan stood in the room and looked over.

His eyes paused for a moment on the object in Mu Yu's hands, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "This is?"

"Man, I made this specially for you, do you like it?"

"..." Zong Lan took a second look, his eyes moved slightly, and the fingers under his sleeves moved lightly, "I made it for me?"

"Yes. Man, as long as you like it!" Mu Yu lifted the sugar man forward, the breeze made his hair flutter, and his eyes were particularly bright.

"Thank you." Zong Lan lowered his eyes and raised his hand to take it.

But at this moment, one side of the sugar man's already thin neck broke, and he fell forward from the head up.

Mu Yu: "!"

He subconsciously lifted the sugar figure forward, trying to control the overall balance of the sugar figure so as to pull back the inclined part.

So, the next thing he saw -- most of the candy figures were firmly stuck to Mr. Lan's chest.

"..."

"..."

Mu Yu: "That... I'll take it off for you."

He pulled the wooden stick, but saw that the other part of the sugar man's neck was also broken, and the sugar man stuck to Zong Lan's chest was dangling, as if he couldn't get rid of it.

"..."

"..."

The two were relatively silent for a few seconds. Mu Yu stretched out his hand and pulled the sugar figurine, but because of its size, Zong Lan's thin clothes were also torn off, revealing a clear collarbone.

"..." Mu Yu withdrew his hand.

The development of this gift giving is really a bit weird.

Zong Lan: "I'll do it myself."

Mu Yu immediately nodded, "Please."

The moment he took a step backwards, the evening wind blew the ends of his hair, and a few strands of black hair also stuck to the sugar man.

Mu Yu: "..."

Help.

Zong Lan lowered his eyes and raised his hand to pinch Mu Yu's hair.

For some reason, the re-melted molasses showed amazing stickiness, and the end of Mu Yu's torn hair still had shiny black molasses.

"Thank you, Mr. Lan." Mu Yu took the hair gratefully, not wanting more hair to stick to it because of approaching.

"..."

Footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor, as if someone was coming.

"!"

Looking at his own hair stuck to Mr. Lan's chest, Mu Yu just pushed it without thinking.

Don't let others see this embarrassment!

Zong Lan, who was concentrating on saving Mu Yu's hair, was pushed into the room unexpectedly, and fell on his back due to his unsteady feet.

Mu Yu fell down along the way, and he didn't forget to close the door when his body fell.

"Bam—"

A muffled groan followed, and Mu Yu pulled out the hand that was resting on the back of Zong Lan's head, took a deep breath, and covered his forehead.

I didn't see such a cold person, but his head was still hard.

Not only is the head hard, but the jaw is also hard.

The warm breath fluttered between the necks, and Zong Lan's heart beat a beat suddenly.

"I hit you?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Mu Yu clapped his hands and got up, the sugar figurine between the two of them was completely torn apart, spreading all over his shirt and the end of his hair.

"Find you some clothes?" Zong Lan propped up his upper body, his eyes swept over Mu Yu.

"Don't be so troublesome," Mu Yu stretched out his hand and pulled Mr. Lan up, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "It was originally for giving you sugar, but I didn't expect to cause so much trouble."

After saying that, he raised his hand and performed a cleaning technique.

Zong Lan got up, glanced at the shirt of the sugar figure that had been cleaned up, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

Mu Yu: "If there's a chance, I'll give you another sugar figurine. I'm afraid it won't happen today."

"Well," Zong Lan opened the chair and sat opposite him, "Have you gone to Liu Ming's mecha today?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

Zong Lan: "I happened to be on the second floor and saw you by chance."

"Really?" A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, "If I had told you to go earlier, I could have said hello to Liu Ming and offered you a discount."

I seem to have heard Liu Ming mention before that he can get a commission for taking guests. Isn't this a waste of opportunity?

Zong Lan paused for a few seconds, then said again, "Zong Yao went to see you today?"

"Zong Yao?" Mu Yu frowned, and after a while he remembered who he was talking about, "Oh, Mr. Lan, you also know this person?"

"I have heard a little bit," Zong Lan nodded, "This person is not as hypocritical as he appears on the surface, you...be careful."

Mu Yu: "Well, thank you Mr. Lan for reminding me."

Didn't expect Zong Yao's reputation to be so bad that even Mr. Lan, who has nothing to do with him, knows his bad deeds?

Zong Lan frowned seeing Mu Yu's response, but his expression was somewhat disapproving.

Is it because of the engagement?Did Mu Yu really like Zong Yao for ten years as the rumors said?

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that he had no position to speak.

Seeing Zong Lan's silence, Mu Yu asked suspiciously, "Mr. Lan, what do you want me for?"

Zong Lan paused, "I heard from Professor Yuan that you are leaving for the Trial Star next week?"

"Yes, that's what I'm here for."

Saying that, Mu Yu put down the water glass, "I don't know when we will see you again this time, I'm here to say goodbye, I hope Mr. Lan will cherish it in the future."

Mr. Lan was exiled on Nuo dwarf because of an accident. When their college competition came back, Mr. Lan might have gone home long ago.

Unexpectedly, he would say goodbye so easily, Zong Lan felt a trace of boredom for no reason, "Which one of you will go?"

Mu Yu counted for Mr. Lan with his fingers, "Counting Bai Jiazi and the others, there should be fifteen people. After all, we are going for a trial, and bringing too many people will easily attract unnecessary attention."

"Just your 3S?"

"Correct."

Zong Lan: "The 3S-level trial star is very dangerous, and the complex and changeable terrain is far beyond your imagination. It is difficult for you alone to protect the entire team."

Mu Yu nodded, "Indeed, that's what Director Bai told me."

Zong Lan: "It is recommended that you find some teammates with relatively high levels of abilities, so that this trip will be more appropriate."

"Mr. Lan, what you said makes sense, but there is no other 3S among the current students of Star Reaching Academy except me."

Zong Lan: "You can find a way from other people, and the Academy of Reaching the Stars does not only have students."

"Then who else is there..." A trace of confusion flashed across Mu Yu's face, "I don't know the old dean well, I can't invite Dean Feng, and Professor Baiyuan and the others are still busy with scientific research..."

Zong Lan: "..."

He put his arm on the table, and tapped his fingertips in front of him inadvertently.

"Mr. Lan?" Mu Yu paused and looked over.

Zong Lan's expression softened slightly, "Huh?"

"Why hasn't the sugar man on your clothes been cleaned?!"

The imprint of syrup on it is still clearly visible, but he clearly gave Mr. Lan a cleansing technique just now.

Zong Lan: "The material of my clothes contains anti-power components, and your powers won't work on it."

"Ah?" This is the first time Mu Yu has heard of this kind of clothes, "Then... can it be washed off?"

Zong Lan shook his head.

Originally, I wanted to give a gift to thank Mr. Lan, but I didn't realize that I wasted a piece of clothing for him. Mu Yu felt a little embarrassed, "Then I'll buy you a new one."

Zong Lan: "No, how did you think about the candidate just now?"

"There is no suitable person at all," Mu Yu shook his head, "I have to take this opportunity to find Director Bai to approve more funds!"

"...?"

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Zong Lan: I almost reported my name directly.