Why are you all trying to win over me, the male supporting character?

People who can become friends must have similarities in their personalities.

Therefore,

What is the connection between the flower-loving beauty and Meng Wanyu?

With this question in mind, Lu Chengzhou walked into the kitchen.

Meng Wanyu took out a new apron and handed it to him.

Just as Lu Chengzhou was about to take it, she grabbed his hand, slipped into his arms, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

The distance instantly returned to zero.

Lu Chengzhou, who had been lost in thought the whole time, was startled awake by her.

Meng Wanyu had already noticed his absent-mindedness.

But she didn't care.

She was confident that she could use her charm and skills to quickly bring him into her world and get him to keep up with her pace.

She tiptoed slightly and leaned close to Lu Chengzhou's ear:

"Teacher Lu, do you need me to help you get dressed?"

059. You idiot, that's not it!

"No, I can manage on my own..."

You can't.

"I really can."

"If I say you can't, then you can't."

Lu Chengzhou frowned and looked at her helplessly.

She eventually snatched the apron from his hand.

He truly had no chance against her.

He could only watch helplessly as she, with a hint of flirtation, slowly helped him put on his apron.

Meng Wanyu was very satisfied with his current unease.

The hunter feels a greater sense of accomplishment when the prey experiences fear and tension.

At least, that's what she, the hunter, thought.

Lu Chengzhou sighed and asked, "What dish are we going to learn today?"

Meng Wanyu leaned against the stone counter in the kitchen, resting her chin on her hand, and thought for a moment.

"Oh, did you know that mango mousse is really popular lately?"

"Um……"

nonsense.

Of course he knew.

Thanks to her "mango mousse," he thought of the girl across the hall again.

"Let's make this tonight."

Meng Wanyu was unaware of this coincidence and naturally placed the order.

Lu Chengzhou touched the bridge of his nose, feeling somewhat guilty, and avoided eye contact.

Now, he has mixed feelings.

Although he had no connection with the girl across the hall and didn't even know her name, he seemed unusually concerned about her tonight.

Perhaps it was a rare instance of overflowing compassion?

Lu Chengzhou felt this was a dangerous sign and that it had to be stopped immediately.

He composed himself and gave Meng Wanyu a warm, gentle smile.

"Then let's make it. I happen to be craving mango mousse too."

……

After an hour of busy work.

Both of them were covered in flour.

Meng Wanyu was incredibly mischievous; she practically clung to him.

Lu Chengzhou was truly helpless.

She had smeared several flour marks on her face, making her look like a savage from a tribe.

Meng Wanyu smiled smugly.

"Teacher Lu, are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge?"

"You're too strong; there's no way to dodge it."

Lu Chengzhou wiped his face, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

He looked at the flour on his sleeve and sneezed very softly.

The cake in the oven is rising at a visible rate.

The aroma spread.

It added a touch of warmth to this slightly chilly night.

Now that he had some free time, Lu Chengzhou felt a little hungry.

I don't think I've eaten anything tonight.

When he was by Meng Wanyu's side, he was always on high alert and rarely felt hungry.

Time really flies...

Time always flies when I'm with Miss Meng.

Moreover, it really doesn't feel boring at all.

"Idiot, that's not it."

Meng Wanyu suddenly spoke up to remind him.

"A little more to the left... no, too far to the left! A little more to the right..."

Lu Chengzhou wiped his face very badly.

His perception of direction and distance doesn't seem to be very good.

Meng Wanyu couldn't stand it anymore.

She grabbed his sleeve, and with his hand, pressed it against that dirty spot.

"It's here! How could you be so dense, Teacher Lu?"

She scolded me in a coquettish tone.

Lu Chengzhou's ears turned red, somewhat embarrassed.

To be fair, Miss Meng's serious demeanor is quite endearing.

However, she rarely acts this serious.

"And here too."

Before I knew it, she had taken my hand.

The moment their fingers intertwined, their hearts trembled slightly.

Their fingers pressed together, and she guided them to touch a slightly stained area on his neck.

"Touch it and see, does it feel a little slippery?"

"Um……"

Why is this conversation so strange?

Lu Chengzhou immediately misunderstood.

Then, he quickly corrected his thinking.

They're talking about flour!

He secretly berated himself, realizing that his thoughts were indeed unhealthy and he was not a decent person.

Meng Wanyu gently wiped him clean.

She moved her fingertip slightly away and wiped his lips again.

Lu Chengzhou unconsciously pursed his lips.

His eyes quickly darted to the side, no longer daring to meet her gaze.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Lu Chengzhou also panicked.

He withdrew his hand subtly.

"Teacher Lu, why don't you stay tonight?" Meng Wanyu suggested with a smile. "If you stay, I can learn to cook another dish from you."

Hearing that he was to stay, Lu Chengzhou became more sober.

It's impossible for them to stay.

His will to survive has always been extremely strong, so strong that it surpasses everything else.

"No, I need to go home and do my homework."

Lu Chengzhou, shameless as ever, told this colossal lie.

Meng Wanyu raised an eyebrow: "Are you really going back to do your homework?"

"real."