After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Although his social skills are rather weak, Grisha's extraordinary IQ can make up for it.

Simply put, even if God ate his brain in the previous second, he would spit it out in the next second to prevent his stomach from being messed up by a bunch of physics and mathematics knowledge.

Physics and mathematics are the hardest things in the world.

Grisha reacted quickly and made excuses: "I mean, thank you for catching him. He just stole my wallet and ID..."

"It's not that I couldn't beat him, I just didn't react in time. By the time I caught up with you, you had already killed him... I mean, knocked him down..."

"Your moves are so neat and slick, so cool... I've never seen a girl as beautiful and capable as you. My heart couldn't stop beating when I saw you just now..."

"I mean... my heart can't stop beating right now..."

The more he spoke, the less he understood his words, and the more at a loss he felt. For the first time in his life, Grisha regretted not attending more parties before, so that he could at least learn how others started chatting people up.

The professor who supervised his master's and doctoral studies was a good hunter and partygoer. He had invited him more than once, asking him to attend more parties, at least to avoid the awkward situation of having nothing to say when he met a girl he liked in the future.

"You can't discuss increasing functions with her, can you?"

The mentor laughed and teased him, then turned around and went horseback hunting with his wife.

Now Grisha came to his senses and felt that what his mentor said made sense. He probably wouldn't even have the chance to discuss increasing functions with anyone.

He was clearly a key player in the debate team when he was in college, and he could get the highest score in his thesis defense. Why is it that now everything he says is incoherent?

It’s God’s fault after all!

Liuli looked at the inexplicably depressed young man. The blond and blue-eyed man was tall, with a unique Yugoslav handsomeness between his eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a clear profile and a good-looking figure.

Didn't God send her to Russia to help her relieve the pain of breaking up?

How to reduce the sadness of a breakup? Of course, start a new relationship.

The other party is a Russian and can learn Russian for free.

perfect!

"So, can you buy me some ice cream now?"

Liuli smiled at him and said in her not-so-fluent Russian, just as clumsily, "Four balls are easy to drop. I want two balls, one vanilla and one chocolate."

Grisha was like a little bear that was dizzy after being hit by a large ball of honey. It took him a while to react. His light blue eyes were filled with surprise. He was so happy that he wanted to take Liuli with him without even thinking about where to go.

Liuli couldn't help but remind him, laughing as she reminded him, "You haven't got your wallet and ID back yet. Besides, you're going the wrong way. The ice cream shop is on the other side."

Grisha hadn't reacted yet, he just thought she looked so beautiful when she smiled.

……

"So, mother is a witch?"

Many, many years later, in the eternal summer sunshine of the Kingdom of God, the young Amon sat beside the Creator, raised his chubby face and asked Him curiously.

"Medici said that only witches are beautiful."

The omniscient and omnipotent God, the Creator of Silver City, the ancient Sun God reached out and stroked the black curly hair of his young son.

"She's not a witch, but I don't think even the original witch would be more beautiful than her, and she does know magic."

"That was the magic of love at first sight. From the first moment I saw her, I fell in love with her and couldn't help myself."

Amon nodded, half understanding, and finally had a general impression of the mother he had never met.

She is more beautiful than any other witch and possesses powerful magic.

"What else? Father, tell me more, tell me other stories about you and mother..."

"After I fell in love with her at first sight, I immediately started pursuing her..."

"Mother is running ahead, are you chasing after her? Just like the Medici chased those ancient gods?"

"No, no, no...it's more romantic than that..."

……

They quickly became close.

Miss Zhenbao, who comes from an ancient oriental country, is visiting Russia for the first time. She wants to find a local to be her tour guide, who can also teach her Russian.

Of course Grisha had no choice but to apply for these two positions. After all, he had pledged his life in return for saving someone's life, and saving someone's wallet was no less of a debt than saving his life.

It just so happened that he had just graduated with a doctorate and had not yet decided which research institute to work for, so he had plenty of time to travel with Miss Zhenbao.

She learned Russian from him, and he learned Chinese from her.

They both had a high talent for languages, could play the piano and cello, were interested in science, literature and art, and liked each other...

In short, the two of them got together soon.

It happened so fast that it seemed like it was destined.

At least that's what Grisha thought.

When winter came, Liuli moved into Grisha's cabin. He was the only one in the house.

His parents died in 1991, unable to accept the fact that the red flag no longer flew over Moscow.

Grisha said softly as he sat on the sofa. Ruri reached out and touched his hair, and he fell down and lay on the girl's lap.

There was the soft crackle of burning wood in the fireplace next to me, and perhaps the sound of snow falling outside the window.

It snows heavily in Russia in winter.

They spent most of their time in the cabin. Grisha played the piano. He liked to play the Puppy Waltz for her. At this time, Liuli would sit on the sofa and read Pushkin's love poems in Russian.

His hands sometimes raised and sometimes fell, her voice sometimes high and sometimes low, mixed together, lingering and lingering, as if this winter would never end.

Sometimes they would discuss grammar, and what Grisha remembered most clearly was the use of question sentences in Chinese.

Liuli told him that interrogative sentences generally use interrogative particles such as "呢" and "吗".

"For example, 'Don't you like me now?' This is a typical question sentence, which uses interrogative particles."

"Of course I like you very much," Grisha answered. "But are there any exceptions? I don't mean cases where you don't like me, but are there any cases where you don't need to use interrogative particles?"

"Of course, for example, if I say to you, 'I should like you very much if you would only listen to me.'"

"Very?"

"Yes, that's the case." Liuli smiled mischievously and explained, ignoring Grisha's wide eyes.

"You see, in this case, even without using interrogative particles, the questioning tone can be expressed."

Grisha stared at her with his pale blue eyes, unable to resist using the sentence he had just learned, "So, now you don't like me?"

Liuli cupped his cheeks, smiled, and gave him a kiss in response.

"Now, I like you very much, too."