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

The three of them sat down at the table, and He Yue handed the soda in his hand to Lin Xianing.

"Why don't you like Zhu Huaining?" Luo Yilan was curious, "He is handsome, and his grades... He is really handsome."

Luo Yilan's words were very pertinent. He Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She glanced at Lin Xianing's distressed expression and quickly shut up.

"What's the point of being handsome?" Lin Xia Ning didn't understand, "I don't eat based on my looks."

He Yue was a little confused. She didn't know how Lin Xia Ning and Zhu Huaining knew each other in their previous life.

But judging from what happened to Zhou Wenhe, many things will change because of different choices. Could it be that something she did this time produced a butterfly effect, causing Lin Xia Ning to fall in love with someone else in this life?

Thinking of this, He Yue asked: "So what kind do you like now?"

"Yes, tell me about it." Luo Yilan immediately pricked up her ears and moved closer.

Lin Xia Ning looked at the two pretty faces that were extremely curious and gossipy, and began to think hard about the answer: "I like... smart, uh, brave... uh..."

"If that's the case..." Luo Yilan tilted her head, "The one you like is not Yue Zhou, right?"

He Yue almost choked on the soda. What a mess of a relationship!

Lin Xia Ning waved her hand: "Oh, stop talking! Yue Xiaoniu, didn't you have to come here to drink soda? Anyway, I've finished drinking it, so I'll leave first."

"Wait a minute!" He Yue raised the soda bottle in her hand, "I haven't finished drinking it yet."

But Lin Xia Ning, with her face flushed red, couldn't hear any of this. She quickly got on her bicycle and disappeared in a few seconds.

Luo Yilan squinted her eyes and took the last sip of soda: "Then I'm going home too."

He Yue said goodbye to her and decided to go back to the shop to buy bread.

Recently, grandpa likes a kind of long bread with cream filling in the middle. Although it is a bit expensive for Heyue, whenever she sees it, she will buy one for grandpa. Then the two of them will sit on the balcony, talk about family gossip, and share the bread.

Unexpectedly, just after buying bread and walking out of the shop, a plastic bottle flew from the sky and hit Heyue on the head. Fortunately, it was just an empty bottle. Heyue didn't feel any pain, but was stunned for a second and looked back.

Across the street not far away, five or six teenagers gathered in a circle. I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, and their words mixed with dialect sounded a bit dirty.

He Yue narrowed her eyes, trying hard to identify the person surrounded by them, and she felt that he looked familiar.

It's him!

The moment she recognized him, He Yue rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

There were five or six adolescent boys, all of them were bigger than He Yue, but she still scared them with her sudden shout.

But when they saw He Yue's obedient face clearly, they looked at each other with disdain and laughed so hard that they fell backwards.

A well-behaved girl like He Yue seemed too non-threatening to them, yet they dared to meddle in such trivial matters.

A guy with a buzz cut came out and asked, "What does it have to do with you?"

The man on the ground was wearing a yellowed sweatshirt. He was too thin, and his shoulder blades seemed to be about to pierce through his clothes. He curled up, with a large bag of plastic bottles under his belly. He slowly raised his head when he heard He Yue's voice: "What...what...what's the matter?"

The way he spoke was illogical and he mumbled, and it seemed that he was not in his right mind.

"I'm his friend, why is it none of my business?" He Yue stepped forward and questioned.

They burst into laughter, and the buzz-cut guy even kicked the idiot: "Idiot, you already have friends!"

The fool blinked his bright eyes: "Friends... friends..."

He looked up at He Yue, and actually smiled at her at this moment, waving at her: "Hello, my name is Song Xiaobai."

He foolishly told his friends his name.

"I say, you are speaking up for him like this, could it be that you are more than just a friend?" The man with a crew cut stretched out his hand towards He Yue's fair face, "Could it be that she is your girlfriend...ah! Let go!"

He Yue twisted his hand, and he had no choice but to turn his back and half-kneel on the ground in pain.

The other boys wanted to rush over when they saw this, but He Yue stopped them with one sentence: "Did you see, there are surveillance cameras here."

Everyone paused and looked up in the direction He Yue was looking. Sure enough, there was a surveillance camera hanging above their heads, with a red light flashing behind the black screen.

Seeing that everyone was afraid, He Yue hurried over and helped Song Xiaobai up.

"I assume you are all at least 16 years old, right? Fighting meets the conditions for detention."

What she means is, if you dare to move again, she will call the police immediately.

“When was the surveillance installed?”

"I don't know, who pays attention to this?"

The boys were whispering to each other, and suddenly no one dared to take action.

He Yue held up her aura: "Hurry up and leave!"

Seeing them hesitate, looking back every step and whispering to each other.

He Yue saw that they were unwilling to give up, so she kindly reminded them again from behind: "I will check the surveillance video later. If I find out that you are bullying my friends again, I will immediately send the evidence to the police station."

They turned around and took one last look at He Yue, especially the man with a crew cut who looked extremely indignant, but they still chose to turn around and flee.

"I won't bother with a little girl like you!"

"Are they gone?" Song Xiaobai asked, looking at their panicked backs.

He Yue grabbed him and carefully checked his injuries. They were just some contusions and bruises, but they didn't look serious. She heaved a sigh of relief and brushed off the dust on his body: "Yes."

Song Xiaobai is thin, so his facial features appear particularly large, and his eyes are round and black, like two black grapes, or like a clear spring, extremely clear.

"They don't want to play with me anymore?" Song Xiaobai felt a little disappointed.

He Yue held his face, looked into his eyes and told him: "Song Xiaobai, listen, they are not friends."

"Why aren't they friends?" Song Xiaobai didn't understand. They were with him, wasn't that playing? Aren't they friends?

He Yue gently poked the wound on his face: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Song Xiaobai covered his wound, "I'm going to cry!" As he said that, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Friends won't let you feel hurt." He Yue told him gently.

Just like Lin Xia Ning and Luo Yi Lan, even though they knew that dealing with Zhou Wenhe would be dangerous and difficult, they were willing to stand in front of her to protect her and not let her get hurt.

This is what a friend is.

"Why are you telling me this?" Song Xiaobai thought hard, "Do I know you? But I can't remember who you are. I'm a fool." After saying that, he knocked his head in annoyance.

He Yue pulled his hand down, not because she forgot, but because the time had not come for them to meet in this life.

Song Xiaobai - he saved the lives of three of them in his previous life.