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Because of what the subject said, I feel a little embarrassed every time I see that little junior in the lab.

I thought she liked the object before, so every time they were doing experiments together, I watched them quite openly.

But what if that girl mistakenly thinks I'm looking at her?

It's not a big deal for the subject to watch the excitement from the sidelines: "It's fine if you unintentionally flirt, the little girl is so excited by you, and she still has to come to me to share her girl's thoughts. I'm such a miserable man."

These are some messy character relationships!

126

Seriously, I find it embarrassing to be liked, or rather, pursued by girls.

I don't think it's nothing to do with girls to lose value by doing this. Everyone has the freedom to pursue love.

It's just that I am a relatively active person emotionally. If I am tempted, I will take the initiative to initiate an offensive courtship.

You can tell by looking at the person. When he confessed to me, my first reaction was to refuse. When I fell into trouble, even if it was a city away, I would run to him and confess in person.

So, I don't like to ask others to do something for me in the name of love, especially to make the other party center on me and not live like myself.

Girls are so beautiful, they don't deserve to cry for us stinky men.

My subjects always say that I am quite cruel, and I am not tactful at all when rejecting others. If I don’t like it, I just don’t like it.

Probably God couldn’t bear to see me living too much of myself, which made me encounter the object on the road of love, which is an inescapable and heart-touching calamity.

127

So, I'm the kind of male god who only exists in other people's mouths, but the inside is actually rotten and rotten. The gods have collapsed a long time ago. Girls should realize the reality early and turn around [hold fists]

For a bastard like me, it's better to leave the person who harmed me alone for the rest of his life.

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Again PS, it’s just for my personal reasons, I don’t like being pursued by others, especially girls, because apart from the object, no little boy has confessed to me, so I don’t specifically refer to boys.

Whether other people like to be pursued or not, and whether girls like to be chased back, is their business. I respect everyone's preferences. After all, "it's none of my business" and "it's none of your business."

129

The subject really had a little boy hooked up with him.

According to him, it should have been in his high school period. At that time, everyone grew taller. Although the subject was not the tallest in the class, he was still within the height range of the male god. With that unique gentle and indifferent temperament, he was really likable. of.

The subject said that he was just short-sighted at that time, and he only wore his eyes in class, and after a long time, he would habitually squint when looking at people. The little boy probably fell in love with his squinting style, and has been pestering him every day since then. Subject requested after-school tutoring.

At that time, the subject hadn’t developed the high-cold aura that people don’t get close to now. The little boy asked him, and he would help if he could. After about two weeks of counseling, the little boy realized that he might also be of the same kind, and thought that there was hope, so he Boldly confessed.

Although I felt very uncomfortable, I still wanted to maintain the dignity of Zhenggong, pretending to be disapproving and asking him: "Then why did you refuse?"

The subject thought for a while, and his tone was a bit erratic: "Probably 'I like the big and powerful type'..."

I paused, and immediately lifted off my clothes to look at my abdominal muscles, and said unreasonably, "So you're with me now, isn't it pretty easy?"

The subject smiled: "That's not true, he will die soon."

Me: "If I were that little boy, I might go to the gym because of my enthusiasm."

I said it casually, but unexpectedly the subject nodded: "He really went to the gym afterwards."

"and then?"

"Then, I was with his coach."

This god unfolds...

I narrowed my eyes: "You sound regretful, don't you?"

The subject smiled and pushed my head away as it got closer and closer: "Sorry, my boyfriend with eight-pack abs just disappeared..."

snort!

My white and tender little object like a ball of hemp ball was almost kicked by a pig, angry!