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

The reporter glanced at Lin Xianing with some disdain: "I just want Luo Yilan to say it."

As soon as he turned around, the road on the side was blocked by He Yue: "We are also Yunlong's students, aren't we worthy of being interviewed?"

"Are you gay? Have you ever won first place in a competition?" The reporter looked at them with disdain, and when he turned around, he was blocked by a fat boy.

Liu Qi imitated the tone of the reporter and said exaggeratedly: "Do you have a conscience? Can you tell right from wrong? If someone says you are gay, then you are gay? Homosexuality is not a crime!"

The reporter's face turned red and white as they spoke. More students rushed out and stood between the reporter and Luo Yilan, forming a barrier.

Tan Qinqin urged in a low voice: "Luo Yilan, go quickly, don't be late."

"Thank you."

Tan Qinqin blushed as usual, turned around, and her weak voice merged into the voices of the crowd, forming a force that could not be underestimated.

Only when the car slowly drove away from the flash lights did the two of them hear complete peace and quiet.

Yue Zhou turned his head to look at Luo Yilan, who was reading the wrong answer book carefully, with her lips and eyebrows curved, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Luo Yilan."

"explain."

"sorry."

After hearing this, Luo Yilan raised her head, a little confused: "What?"

"I couldn't help you."

The issue of sexual orientation was too sensitive, and he couldn't just expose Han Jiani's privacy regardless of the consequences. However, he felt that Luo Yilan had been wronged, so he had to sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry."

"What's the big deal?" Luo Yilan laughed and realized something. "You don't know who the person in the photo is, do you?"

"Almost." Yue Zhou tactically retreated because of Luo Yilan's sudden approach.

"And you chose to keep it a secret from her."

"Yes."

It was rare to see Yue Zhou actually feel ashamed, Luo Yilan burst out laughing, she patted Yue Zhou on the shoulder: "Yue Zhou, you know what? If there is a male version of Luo Yilan in this world, it must be you."

"Because I made the same decision as you."

Keep it a secret for them.

Luo Yilan shrugged: "This is their private matter, why should we interfere?"

"But what they said was unpleasant." Yue Zhou frowned. It was so unpleasant that he couldn't help but stop them.

"It's really hard to hear." Luo Yilan couldn't help but sigh when she thought about it, "But when I think about Xiao He and An Ning, I don't feel that sad anymore."

Luo Yilan looked at the scenery of Qucheng that was constantly receding outside the window, and had an inexplicable feeling of traveling through a time tunnel.

She smiled and pressed her fingers against the car window: "They say I'm the best female warrior in the world, but I'm not. I know they will always support me, so I have the courage to become a female warrior."

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"Yan, what delicious food are you making today?" The tall, white boy with curly hair couldn't help but ask loudly before he even entered the door.

Liang Shanyan came out with a pot of soup and answered in fluent English: "Scallion-roasted chicken and vegetable meatball soup."

Becky and I were doing experiments here together, but we were not researchers on the same project.

I don’t know why, but when Liang Shanyan got off the airport, Becky pestered him. He said he felt friendly when he saw Chinese people, but he was obviously an American…

After spending these days together, Liang Shanyan knew that Becky would come to eat whenever she was free, and he silently sighed that it was a good thing that he had cooked more rice today, otherwise it would not be enough.

Becky closed her umbrella, shook off the rain, and stroked her forehead exaggeratedly: "Do you have extra rice? I can eat three servings! I love China, does China love me?"

"Becky, rhetorical questions are not necessary." Despite this, Liang Shanyan still said, "China loves everyone."

Becky happily went to the kitchen to help Liang Shanyan serve rice. She piled a small mountain of rice for herself and came out contentedly: "It smells so good."

He used his left hand to hold the chopsticks with his right hand and picked up a meatball neatly. The pork in Norway always has a faint fishy smell, but the pork made by Liang Shanyan does not have that strange smell, and the saltiness is just right. Chinese seasoning is really magical.

"Yan, why are these meatballs so crispy?" Becky stuffed her mouth with meatballs and very politely left two for Liang Shanyan.

Liang Shanyan also sat down with the bowl in his hand: "Because I added diced lotus root in it."

"Smart!" Becky gave a thumbs up. "Are Chinese people born knowing how to cook? If you don't do research in the future, why not open a Chinese restaurant? I will definitely support you!"

“Whether I can accomplish the research or not, I will return to China.”

I was scooping up some soup when I heard a beep from the computer.

"Oh, that's all," said Becky.

Liang Shanyan put down the bowl in his hand, and the soup almost spilled out. He sat in front of the computer, which was running the Chinese communication software - QQ.

:Isn't it snowing in Norway yet?

Good day: It rains frequently but snows rarely.

Good day: How is the weather where you are?

: The weather here is very good, just a little humid.

Liang Shanyan was so focused on replying to the message that he didn't notice when Becky walked up behind him with a bowl of rice and a pile of vegetables in her hand.

"Yan, is this your close online friend again?"

"Becky, where did you learn these adjectives?" Liang Shanyan held his forehead and smiled helplessly, but he did not deny that he had a good impression of this netizen.

A few links have been sent here.

：This is the botanical material I found in the library. It looks extremely old, but the content inside is quite novel. I hope it will be useful to you.

Good day: Thank you.

:If you want to repay me, show me the snow in Norway.

Good day: I remember.

The avatar on the other side turned gray. Becky chewed the meatballs and said, "Your dear netizen flew away."

“Becky—”

The moment Liang Shanyan raised his head, he was stunned. When did the goose-feather-sized snowflakes replace the drizzle and come into this world?

"Becky, it's snowing!" There was a smile in the corners of her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

"It snows a lot in Norway, what's so strange about that?"

Becky said this, but still followed Liang Shanyan to the balcony.

Xuehua kissed Liang Shanyan on the cheek, but was pushed away by Becky: "Don't touch my kiss meatballs and kiss chicken."

"Becky." Liang Shanyan turned around and called him. Becky protected her bowl and said, "I left you some leftovers."

"Do you have a camera you want to transfer?"

"That's true, but aren't you very poor?" Becky stuffed a piece of chicken into her mouth, just to keep her mouth empty.

"Sell it to me, I'll write you an IOU and make sure you pay me in full before I leave Norway." Liang Shanyan smiled.

Becky had to admit that Liang Shanyan was the most handsome Chinese man he had ever seen.

He is tall, with deep eyes and brows. His skin is fair because he spends all year round in the laboratory and library. However, he is serious about his work and often has a stern face.

"Don't smile at me, you are prettier when you smile than the seven fairies!" Becky cried and closed her eyes.

Liang Shanyan smiled silently, the snowflakes on his shoulders turned into snow water, soaking his old coat that he had worn for five or six years.

"Becky, will you sell it to me? Please."

"This is because of your superb Chinese cooking skills!" Becky deliberately teased Joe.

"Deal!" Liang Shanyan grabbed the key from Becky's waist, "I know where you put your camera. I'll get it."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Liang Shanyan obviously didn't hear what Becky said. He flew downstairs and got on his second-hand bicycle. Snowflakes fell on the ends of his hair and blew up the hem of his coat.

He was flying towards his love among the red houses and in the white snow.

May love span 7187 kilometers.