The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The mouse in his hand kept making a squeaking sound.

After calming down for a while, he typed expressionlessly,

"It's not me. Aren't Gu Weimian and Ning Quruo just siblings?"

The group suddenly became quiet.

For a while, Ning Quruo's message stayed at the bottom of the dialog box.

Extraordinarily conspicuous.

Ning Quruo waited for a long time without waiting for a reply, and then said,

"Don't everyone think highly of Ning Quruo and Gu Weimian?"

Keyboard keys are pressed one by one.

It feels like the entire keyboard is about to be broken if I press it so hard.

After the news was sent out... the people in the group were silent again.

At the bottom of the dialog box, there are two pieces of information about Ning Quruo.

The atmosphere was silently awkward...

"No one else?"

Ning Quruo's face was only dark.

After a long time, Wanyan Agu was the first to run away quietly:

"That...it's about me...not Gu Weimian and Ning Quruo."

Her cautious tone was obviously frightened by Ning Quruo.

This message from Wanyan Agu immediately sparked a heated discussion in the group.

"Yes, yes, we are all in such a crooked state!"

"After discussing the matter of Miss Yan, we can't go wrong. We can't go wrong.

Everyone seemed to treat what happened before as if nothing had happened.

Only Ning Quruo, who was in front of the screen, looked slightly gloomy.

He watched these people discuss with a cold expression.

"I think Miss Wanyan should be more cautious."

"Yes, if you are young... it will be very tiring to get along with you."

"Compared with peers, the psychological age of girls is inherently older than that of boys. When many siblings get along, it is inevitable that they will feel like mothers taking care of their children."

"It would be over if the boys themselves were naive!"

This sentence stuck in Ning Quruo's chest.

At this moment, Ning Quruo was obviously in a state of residual health.

At this time, Wanyan Agu sent a message,

"So...it actually depends on whether the boy is mentally mature enough, right?"

These words seemed to give Ning Quruo, who was on the verge of suffocation, a breath of oxygen, giving Ning Quruo finally hope of living.

His eyes were burning and he put his fingers on the keyboard.

"Yes, I think Ning Quruo is more mature than Gu Weimian."

The news was sent out, but it was hit by multiple messages at once.

Many girls in the group responded to Wanyan Agu at the same time.

"Hey...little Agum, you better not be too naive. I had the same idea as you before, but facts have proved...you still have to believe in high probabilities and don't bet on small probabilities."

"I can be considered an example. In fact, I am not too young. I dated a boyfriend three years younger than me two years ago... However, when I turned thirty years old and was under pressure from all sides of my family, I , when I’m thinking about getting married, my boyfriend always has only one thing to say to me: Let’s talk.”

The man finished telling his story.

There was another moment of silence in the whole group.

Several girls comforted each other, and some girls who had not bubbled during the dive also ran out.

The speaker's attitude was quite free and easy.

"Actually, it's nothing. If we really got married at that time, it might not be a good thing, but... many times, when we women need to bear the pressure of an age, it will be really hard."