After modification, enter the love game

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He is certainly not of the same age.

The girl said to herself.

Ella put aside her chaotic thoughts, looked at Lu Ling'er who was enjoying the meal, and then looked at Jiang Mu.

"Then let me ask... who are you?"

"My deskmate." Jiang Mu spread his hands. "As you can see, this guy is a foodie."

"Hmm."

Lu Linger nodded quickly.

After thinking about it, I imitated Jiang Mu’s way of speaking.

"As you can see, this is a... um, a..."

She recalled two seconds.

"He is a very capable person who can prop up a stick and prop up the quilt into a small umbrella while sleeping!"

Ella: “……?”

Jiang Mu: “!!!”

September 6, sunny

Today I was thinking about the chapters. After all, the plot has reached a more interesting point where the two heroines meet for the first time.

Your grades have been pretty good recently, you need to work harder.

Although the royalties are nothing compared to my inexplicably generous salary at the gigolo club.

But this is my dream.

Then the store manager suddenly said that the parents of the young lady had come to the store.

I was called upon to come over.

I was actually a little panicked because the last time I woke up from a fever, I found bloodstains on the sheets.

Is that young lady injured?

It's possible, after all, there are a lot of knives in the kitchen.

It is very likely that the young lady, who has never cooked, would cut her hands.

If I had known this earlier, I should have told her in advance so that she would be more careful.

I feel very guilty.

Walking on the road, I was thinking, how is this world consisting of only women passed on?

It can’t be the Zimu River, right?

But this matter has nothing to do with me. I am just an innocent novelist and gigolo.

When I got to the room, I saw a very mature and inexplicably powerful woman.

Maybe it’s because I played mods before coming to this world, so I don’t look old at all.

I heard that he seems to be a president.

The president said she suspected her daughter had come into contact with some bad people in the store.

She looked straight at me as she said this.

The store manager explained for me that I was only responsible for the conversation and that I was an honest and hardworking person.

I really admire the store manager. He looks about the same age as me, but he can always handle things with ease.

I don’t know what they talked about over there, but when they came back, I saw that the president had a bottle of unfamiliar wine in his hand.

It was probably a gift from the store manager.

The president said sorry, she had misunderstood.

I said it’s okay, raising children is difficult, I understand.

The president said, "Yes, yes, how about this, I will be your guest for once, so I can see how you work, and then I will feel at ease."

She also said she would pay for it.

Of course I don't mind, I'm already very familiar with entertaining guests.

Isn't it just psychological counseling?

Practice more now so it will be easier to find a girlfriend later.

My dream is very simple, to write a good book that is both critically acclaimed and commercially successful, to find a girlfriend who is neither pretty nor ugly, and to spend my life in a small city that is neither prosperous nor backward.

Although I am in Japan now, I still have a little dream of going back to visit.

But today this guest's aura was too strong. She was just pouring wine there, but I felt a little breathless.

I have to find a way to adapt.

I hope this reception goes well.

It seems that I don’t have time to write the article, so I’ll take a day off.

NO.13 Dream Grandson & Fairy Tale

"He is a very capable person who can prop up a stick and prop up the quilt into a small umbrella while sleeping!"

Lu Ling'er's voice was not loud.

But it was so deafening.

silence.

Dead silence.

The Black Swan girl first looked at Jiang Mu, who had a look of shock on his face.

Then he looked at the foodie girl who was immersed in the onion and sesame aroma of the pancake.

He looked at Jiang Mu again.

Bow down.

His eyes subconsciously turned downward.

Cautiously, like a cat reaching its claws into a fish tank.

——An empty plate appeared silently in front of Ella.

"It would be impolite to keep looking at it." Jiang Mu said.

Ella tilted her head, and a strand of naughty hair fell down, like a ray of sunlight that had been cut off.

She walked around the plate and looked into the young man's face.

Bright eyes, like sparkling sapphires.

After staring at him for two seconds, Ella laughed and said jokingly:

"Did you forget the bedroom door?"

"...You know so much about me, it makes me feel a little ashamed."

Ella looked at Jiang Mu, who was holding his forehead, and smiled silently.

A little more than you think.

she said to herself.

My chest was filled with a certain feeling of "I know but he doesn't know" and I couldn't help laughing out loud.

A girl's joy is always simple, just like it's raining and she doesn't bring an umbrella, but the guy doesn't bring one either, the two of them sit under the eaves watching the rain fall like silk and the sky looks like an upside-down river.

So I was very happy, so happy that my eyebrows were beaming with joy.

Ella said, and thought about it.

The face is slightly red.

"It turns out that when boys wake up in the morning..."

She stretched out a finger and pointed it straight at the ceiling.

After thinking about it, he silently added another finger.

"…Really, will it be like that?"

Although the Black Swan girl didn't say it explicitly.

But obviously... everyone present knew what she meant.

Except Lu Ling'er.

She is canine, not human.

Jiang Mu didn't answer.