What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

He Yue anxiously glanced at her watch, grabbed the key from home and walked out. Yin Rou called, "Yue Yue, your brother said he wanted to go to the mall to buy toys. We'll pick you up and go together."

He Yue was anxious and could only make up a lie: "No need, you guys go ahead, I still have to read."

"Your grandpa cooked some pork rib soup, so I'll bring some to you on the way." Yin Rou wanted to come and see her. She was worried about He Yue, who liked to stay alone in such an old place during the reunion day in the first month of the lunar year.

"No thanks." He Yue rejected Yin Rou, and after thinking for a while, she explained, "I have to take a mock exam now to practice my writing rhythm, so don't come over."

Yin Rou didn't understand the rhythm of writing questions. She and He Yue had just eased off, so she didn't dare to be too arbitrary. She could only follow her: "Okay, we'll bring you a gift when the time comes."

"Ok."

After coaxing Yin Rou Heyue hung up the phone, she turned the last corner of the stairs and unexpectedly saw Chen Song standing in the corridor smoking.

"I wanted to finish my last cigarette before going upstairs." Chen Song said with a smile, took another puff of the cigarette, and then threw it under his feet and stomped it out. "Want to have lunch together?"

"No, I have something else to do."

He Yue wanted to leave, but Chen Song pulled her back: "Where are you going in such a hurry? Didn't your male classmate go abroad?"

He hated being rejected the most, especially being rejected so bluntly.

"Let me go." The more He Yue resisted, the tighter Chen Song held her. An auntie passing by had already peeked in. Fearing that rumors would spread throughout Qucheng tomorrow, He Yue softened her tone and said, "You're hurting me."

Chen Song loosened his hand, and his face turned red. He whispered softly, "I'm sorry, I just want you to listen to me."

Chen Song seemed to have already treated He Yue as his girlfriend. They met too frequently and even liked to have casual physical contact with her.

He Yue felt disgusted, but she couldn't retreat because she hadn't found any evidence of Chen Song's crime yet.

He Yue knew Chen Song's determination to do what he wanted, so she had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, but I have to decide where to eat."

Chen Song naturally agreed, but he didn't understand why He Yue, who was always gentle, urged him anxiously on the way this time.

He Yue's palms were cold, she just hoped it would be quicker.

In the previous life, today was the day they truly got to know Song Xiaobai.

I still remember that day they came together to visit a sick classmate. Unexpectedly, a few naughty children ran into the residential building to set off firecrackers, and accidentally ignited the curtains, causing a fire.

The children were afraid of being punished, and no one dared to say that they had caused trouble. Thus, a small fire grew into a big fire and eventually became a major blaze.

But they happened to be on the top floor, and were always one step slower than others in escaping. Just when He Yue was choked by the smoke and fell to the ground, Song Xiaobai came up with a small bucket of water, saying that he wanted to put out the fire.

It was also thanks to that bucket of water that the four people escaped successfully.

Lin Xia Ning said Song Xiaobai was silly, while Luo Yilan said he was silly in an adorable way.

It was also on that day that the four of them became particularly good friends.

So during this winter vacation she reminded Song Xiaobai every day not to go out, hoping that he would be obedient, but her woman's intuition told her to go and see him before she could feel at ease.

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"Master, No. 37 Qingya Road." Lin Xia Ning stopped a taxi, looking exhausted. She opened the door and got in without saying a word. Unexpectedly, the driver said, "Hey, little girl, I have to go out to eat. You can take another one."

Lin Xia Ning looked at her watch anxiously: "Master, I'm in a hurry."

"Then I have to eat too. Man is iron and food is steel. How can I run the train in the afternoon without eating?" The master waved his hand and asked Lin Xia Ning to get off the car.

Lin Xia Ning directly took out fifty yuan from her pocket and handed it to the driver: "Drive over, all fifty yuan is yours."

“Tsk, you little girl…” The master said disdainfully, his hands already starting to shift gears, “…you really have a quick temper.

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Song Xiaobai picked up another tin can. He happily stuffed it into the sack. When he looked up, he found that he was two blocks away from home.

He took one look at the heavy sack and was very satisfied. He roughly calculated that he could sell it for a lot of money. Teacher Liang said that gifts should be reciprocated, and since he had so many bottles, he could buy gifts for Heyue and the others.

He was happily planning to go home when he suddenly noticed a pile of discarded spatulas and kitchen utensils in an old building next door. He wondered if anyone wanted them.

Song Xiaobai piled the sacks in a corner, walked into the old building, and asked the gatekeeper, "Are these yours?"

The old man was reading a newspaper and glanced at him lazily: "No."

"So these are not needed?"

"Don't ask me." The old man turned away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Song Xiaobai scratched his head and suddenly heard a loud explosion from upstairs. He subconsciously protected his head and looked over.

The old man at the door also trembled and stood up shakily: "What's wrong?"

Several children ran down from upstairs in a panic, and the old man asked them: "What happened upstairs?"

The children looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement: "Nothing."

The old man then realized that they were not residents of the building, and raised his hand to shout at them: "If you are not from here, don't come in and make trouble!"

The children didn't need him to rush them, they just ran as fast as they could with their heads down.

Song Xiaobai recognized them as the children who had just soiled his clothes.

He stood behind the running children and counted silently: "...three, four, five..."

No, one is missing.

Missing is the kid king who smashed the soda bottle on his head!

Song Xiaobai kept muttering: "One is missing, one is missing..."

He was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by the old man: "Are you from here? If not, get out."

Song Xiaobai blinked: "One child is missing."

"What do you mean a child is missing? Don't make trouble."

Song Xiaobai is over 1.8 meters tall, and the old man can't push him.

As the two were in a stalemate, they heard a scream from upstairs: "Fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion from upstairs, and a pile of broken glass fell to the ground. The sudden change made the old man dumbfounded.

In a hurry, Song Xiaobai pushed his hand away and ran up in two steps.

A large group of people were seen running downstairs, and Song Xiaobai was the only one going against the flow.

Just now the children ran downstairs, they were a little panicked, but their faces were not red and they were not out of breath, which meant that the floor they were playing on was not very high.

Song Xiaobai was coughing because of the smoke. He looked inside each room. The heat became stronger the further he went inside. He could only hunch his back carefully because he didn't want his new clothes to get dirty.

There was a loud noise coming from the rooftop, and Song Xiaobai was so scared that he squatted on the ground. Coincidentally, he saw a small hand reaching out.

Song Xiaobai hurriedly crawled a few steps and looked into the room with the open door. It was the child king!

He fell to the ground with his eyes closed, the wooden cabinet pressing on his legs, and the curtains next to him had burned to the ceiling.

"Oh!" Song Xiaobai ran in, looking at the unconscious child at a loss. He tried to move the wooden cabinet, but there was already fire on it and it was very hot.

"Wake up."

This wooden cabinet is very heavy. Song Xiaobai wanted to take care of the new clothes and move it at the same time, so it was very difficult.

"Little brother, wake up."

Song Xiaobai gritted his teeth and pushed the wooden cabinet, regretting that he didn't eat an extra egg in the morning.

At this moment, the child who was pressed by the wooden cabinet woke up, and his first reaction after opening his eyes was to cry out: "It hurts."

"Don't cry, don't cry, I will help you move it away." Song Xiaobai comforted.

The child's crying made Song Xiaobai very anxious. He didn't care about his new clothes anymore. He pressed himself against the child and finally overturned the wooden cabinet.

Without the pressure of the wooden cabinet, the child curled up in pain: "My legs hurt so much... cough cough cough..."

The flames touched the firecrackers on the ground, which made crackling sounds continuously, and scared Song Xiaobai.

"I can't stand up." the child shouted.

Song Xiaobai knelt down on one knee and hugged him: "I'll carry you out."

But Song Xiaobai had been exposed to the smoke for too long, and he felt difficulty breathing and dizziness. His legs went weak and he fell out. The child was pushed out by him and cried even harder.

"I'm sorry." Song Xiaobai apologized gently, crawled over, and picked up the child again, but after two steps, they both fell out again.

He climbed up, picked up the child, took two steps, and fell down, repeating this over and over again. The child fainted again. Song Xiaobai apologized again and again, and he felt his vision gradually blurring.

There was endless fire in front of him, the air was burning, and there were ripples and twists. What was this phenomenon? He had heard Luo Luo teach Xiao He and the others, but he didn't remember it because he was lazy and sleeping nearby at the time.

Song Xiaobai cried. He put his chin on the ground and tried hard to stand up, but the floor was incredibly hot and it felt like it was going to burn off a layer of his skin.

Song Xiaobai felt a little sad. He was too stupid, otherwise he would have been able to take the child in his arms out.

If only he had Xiaohe's tenacity, Lolo's intelligence, and Xia Xia's skills.

But he has nothing, he is just stupid...

"noob!"

A clear female voice came from the other end of the corridor, through the raging fire. Song Xiaobai's heart trembled. He looked up blankly and saw a tall and slender figure running towards him.

Soon, a wet and cold cloth covered his mouth and nose, and his vision gradually became clear.

"Lolo...you're here?"