The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

After the group returned to the room, Tang Yuze began to rummage through his suitcase.

Su Muyu thought that he had started packing his luggage in advance, but didn't think much about it.

While the other person is busy, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom to wash up.

When Su Muyu came out, he found that Tang Yuze was holding a bottle of dark brown ointment in his hand.

Looking closely, I saw the words "trauma" written in large letters on the packaging bag.

He stopped wiping his hair and sneered, as was very much in character, with a look of contempt.

Although he didn't say anything, the power of his taunt was no less than that of speaking: It's just a fall, is there any need to use this thing?

Tang Yuze was waiting for him to come out. He accepted the look completely, but he was not annoyed. He stretched out his hand and said, "Here you go."

Others may not know, but they were close to each other when the incident happened, and Tang Yuze clearly heard the dull sound when his knees hit the floor.

In the subsequent game sessions, he also saw his teammates secretly rubbing their knees several times, and it seemed that the injury was serious.

Tang Yuze has been using this ointment for bruises and sprains since he was a child. He would apply a layer and rub it with a little force, and it would quickly become hot due to the effect of the medicine.

Only when the bruises are healed can the scars heal quickly.

"For me?" Su Muyou was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this answer. The feeling of being cared for by someone you hate is indescribably complicated.

Tang Yuze nodded and repeated tirelessly, "Yes."

He was also surprised at his own patience. Perhaps this was the forced maturity he had after assuming the responsibilities of captain?

Su Muyou's eyes were dim. After a moment, he looked away and said in a cold tone, "I don't want it. You can keep it for yourself."

This small favor could not offset the unfair treatment he received.

Tang Yuze pursed his lips. The feeling of being pushed away came again, and he suddenly felt a little tight in his chest. "You hate me, why?"

Feeling inexplicably upset, he finally asked about his doubts.

Tang Yuze had known about this matter a long time ago and had never taken it to heart before, but for some reason, recently he not only cared about it, but was also troubled by it.

"What do you think?" Su Muyou did not answer, but kicked the ball back.

Tang Yuze really thought about it seriously for a while, and finally he was sure that he did not do anything to anger the other party when they first met.

Could it be that my attitude was too cold and caused the other party to feel disgusted?

Su Muyu just watched him in deep thought and distress, but did not remind him.

But what is predictable is that the other party would never think that sometimes, existence is original sin.

Sure enough, the man's lips opened and closed, "I don't know."

Su Muyou suddenly felt like laughing.

You can say he hates the rich or is narrow-minded.

How could these people who were born in Rome consider how much resources their appearance would deprive others of, and how many hands would be blocked from climbing up from the bottom?

He was too lazy to continue discussing the issue with the other party, so he took the hair dryer and started to deal with his wet hair.

Press the switch and the noisy sound of wind fills your ears.

It also forms a natural barrier that keeps the other person in the room away.

Tang Yuze knew what Su Muyu meant, that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the ointment for bruises in his hand for a while.

The moments of my teammates and other guests interacting with each other these days came to my mind, as did the smiles they always had on their faces.

The fact that he can always maintain his personality to the outside world may be due to his good acting skills, or it may be that that is just his character.

The living environment since childhood made Tang Yuze particularly keen in observing others, and he could tell whether someone was pure or not at a glance.

He could feel that Su Muyu's happiness was genuine, just like his disgust towards himself.

The hand holding the ointment clenched unconsciously.

It is rare for people to hate someone for no reason. He must have done something wrong and touched the other person's sore spot.

Tang Yuze put away his things and went into the bathroom with his change of clothes.

In my pocket, I had my cell phone, which I should have kept with me in the shower.

He wanted to order someone to check it out.

Su Muyu saw Tang Yuze disappear into the cubicle out of the corner of his eye, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.

This is also a time for you to be alone, and you don’t have to continue playing your character.

He poked the system which had been silent for a long time, "Guaidongguai, how is the male protagonist's happiness value today?"

When Guaidongguai heard the host's call, he immediately paused the TV show and glanced at the monitor, "It's 24."

After saying that, it was stunned for a moment. Wait a minute, 24? Didn’t it return 31 before going downstairs?

Su Muyu was not surprised that he surrendered.

Putting aside the fact that he was scolded to death in the nickname segment and was repeatedly implicated in the truth or dare segment, how could he be happy after being humiliated like that just now?

"You haven't told me which is more important, the hero's happiness level or the plot points." He brought up the question he had raised some time ago, which still has no answer.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Guaidongguai suppressed his uneasiness and said, “The leader said that both are important, but if we have to compare, the plot still has the upper hand.

The frustration and dissatisfaction at this time are all bricks paving the way for the hero to become a god.

As the plot continues to develop, the hero's satisfaction level will naturally rise again."

People are not machines. The happiness level is just like our mood, it goes up and down, good and bad, it's normal.

"Okay." Su Muyu sighed. In order to continue living, it seemed that he had to do some bad things.

He focused on the plot tasks.

Su Mu knew that the system had been surfing the Internet for a while, so he set a trap first, "Are your systems all very powerful?"

"Of course." Guaidongguai answered without thinking.

It originally wanted to report the time when the satisfaction value fluctuated, but Su Muyou didn't ask, so it was too lazy to say anything.

The host must have planned everything out with confidence, but it's a pity that the price had risen to 36 today and dropped to 24, which is really a huge drop.

"Is it an intelligent AI, or some other high-tech software?" Su Muyou pretended to be interested in the matter and asked curiously: "Or is it some other creature or something like that?"

The hole is full of dissatisfaction, "It is a being that is countless times more powerful than intelligent AI!"

But it doesn't know how to describe it accurately. In short, even if it tells the backward three-dimensional carbon-based creature, it won't understand!

"Oh~" Su Muyou replied in a long tone, "Then it shouldn't be difficult for you to find a reliable whistleblower blogger with many fans on the Internet, right?"

Putting his knowledge into practice, it is now Director Chen's turn to use his usual flattery trick.

Guaidonggui choked for a moment, then he realized his sinister intentions.

But it refused to admit it, and struggled to refute, "What Internet? I don't have the authority to connect to the Internet of this world."

"Oh?" Su Muyou asked with a smile, "Where did you download the TV series you watched these days? If you slack off during work hours, I will report you."

Turning the hole: "..."

How can a mouth that is 37 degrees Celsius say such cold words!