time travel sweet

Bai Chen felt that her chopsticks must have not been washed clean, or they were so slippery that she couldn't even pick up a ball.

Really, it must be the chopsticks thing!Definitely not because of shaking hands! ! ! ('?dish?')

So Bai Chen stretched out his chopsticks again in cold sweat under Guan Ju's death stare, and began to fight to the death with the meatball on the plate.

Finally, Bai Chen lifted the ball tremblingly like performing acrobatics, opened his mouth and stuffed it in.

"Boom!" Guan Ju seemingly accidentally knocked over the soup bowl.

"Gudong." Bai Chen, who was already neurasthenic, shuddered, and the ball that was finally picked up fell to the ground. . .

Bai Chen: (??Yi?)

Zhang Jia looks at the sky speechlessly,,,

Confused dove speechless looking at the sky +1,,,

No matter how you look at it, Guan Ju seems to have achieved a certain purpose, and his expression is very relaxed and innocent.

"Uh... Master, uncle, why don't I go back to my room and eat." Bai Chen resentfully put down his chopsticks, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"Alright." Zhang Jiashen felt that if Bai Chen continued to sit here, he wouldn't be able to eat well.

Guan Ju, on the other hand, chewed the meatballs that Zhang Jia gave him expressionlessly, and nodded slightly.

Bai Chen ran out as if she had received an amnesty.

And the next day, Bai Chen never appeared in Zhang Jia's field of vision again.

(=xex=)(=xex=)(=xex=)

---(I am perfect time dividing line)---

Unknowingly, it has been a month since Zhang Jia came to Wumingmen.

This month, the arrogant and arrogant puppet master took him to visit all the places in Wumingmen; he also raised a spooky rabbit whose eyes were pecked and blinded by a mottled bird. This little rabbit was discovered by Zhang Jia. At that time, the cat was shivering in the grass.Zhang Jia's Madonna attributes were immediately aroused, and he asked Guan Ju if he could raise him.One person and one rabbit squatted on the ground pitifully looking up at Guan Ju (???-???) Guan Ju agreed without even a second of hesitation.

One evening, Zhang Jia sat by the window holding the rabbit he named "Blind", watching Guan Ju standing in the yard practicing exercises.

Zhang Jia watched Guan Ju's every move, saw him scraping the corner of his clothes with his movements, and his heart moved.

"Guan Ju." Zhang Jia cupped his hands around his mouth to increase the volume.

Hearing Zhang Jia's shout, Guan Ju clenched his fists slightly to restrain the strength in his hands, adjusted his breathing, and jumped up with ease.In an instant, the window frame was turned over.

Zhang Jia felt lighter and sat on Guan Ju's lap.

After a month of training, Zhang Jia has gotten used to his behavior of sitting on his legs from time to time and hugging the princess.

"What's the matter?" Guan Ju carefully wrapped his arms around Zhang Jia's shoulders to prevent him from sitting unsteadily and falling to the ground.

Zhang Jia tilted his head and said, "I want to learn martial arts, you can teach me."

Guan Ju raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure?"

Well, not really that sure.Zhang Jia complained silently in his heart.

Zhang Jia suddenly felt that he was in this world full of non-human gods, like a novice who had just entered the server, and was in urgent need of a master!

Guan Ju looked at Zhang Jia who had a slightly troubled face and instantly understood what he meant.

"It's not long since you came to this world, and it's normal to have some concerns. But in fact, most of the people here are ordinary people like you. Moreover," Guan Ju added earnestly with a faint color on his face. "I will protect you."

Zhang Jia was struck by this sudden sentence.

This... Mr. Zonggong is blushing, right? ? ?Ah ah ah ah ah!So cute ヾ(≧∪≦*)ノ〃

The color on Guan Ju's face under Zhang Jia's stare became a little darker.He pressed Zhang Jia's head to his chest.

Unprepared, Zhang Jia was hugged by Guan Ju and couldn't help laughing.

Guan Ju coughed lightly, and said in a slightly out-of-tune voice, "However, if you want to exercise, I can teach you some basic martial arts."

Zhang Jia wanted to nod and say yes, but Guan Ju was too tight, so he hummed in a nasal voice to show his agreement.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jia looked at the neatly lined up swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, kidnappers, and shooting stars in front of him.The corner of the mouth twitched uncontrollably (hey, why did I say again...)

What about the basis? ＼(-___________-;)／