100 Ways to Get the Male God

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That state is like floating back.

The young man looked at him blankly.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, he was horrified by this look, and touched his chilled arm, "...What's wrong with you? What expression..."

The other party does not speak.

Grandpa Yun sat in silence for a while, feeling that the room was so cold that one wanted to shiver. He raised his eyes and looked at his children, "Why don't you go home first?"

Yun Huai still didn't speak, but his eyes swept silently over the notebook in the corner.

The old man sat tremblingly with him for a while before the young man got up, "I'm going home."

He pushed open the door and left.

Grandpa Yun felt that the temperature in the room was much higher.

He couldn't help thinking, this kid wouldn't have failed in his confession... Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

His face was as cold as ice.

The teenager who left the hospital did not go home, and walked across the street with a blank expression to the door of a store.

The shop owner was a little surprised to see him: "Xiao Huai."

The repairmen also looked over.

They all now know that Yunhuai is very famous. The trainees have social accounts on the Internet, and Yunhuai has grown crazy with only a few occasional pictures.

He's a star now.

The owner smiled and said, "I've said it a long time ago, you are so good, you won't be unknown forever."

Yun Huai was silent.

The shopkeeper thought he was struggling. Nor do they know that he did not drop out of school to repair cars and make a living. In fact, he is in college, and repairing cars is only occasional. For Yunhuai, it is more like entertainment.

He likes that focused, serious feeling.

Just like now, when his thoughts are disordered, he thinks of this place.

"Is there a car repair?" The young man didn't answer and asked the question directly.

The owner was startled, a little surprised.

He thought that the other party was just coming back today to have a look. He is so famous, and he still comes to work?

The mechanics also looked at each other.

In the end, the owner said, "Yes, yes..."

The teenager picked up the gloves of the toolbox and put them on, with a flat tone: "Then I'll fix it."

He picked up the toolbox, and the shop owner came back to his senses. He remembered to stop him: "Do you want to fix it now? It's so late, and the shop is about to get off work." He looked at the boy hesitantly, "What happened? Is it? If there is any difficulty in life..."

The boy shook his head, "No."

He still picked up the toolbox, "I'll go to the backyard, you guys go first."

In the confusion of the crowd, the boy disappeared around the corner with a blank expression.

The owner also looked puzzled.

Yun Huai went to the backyard, glanced at the big truck, took off his coat, and put on gloves to check slowly.

The weather was hot, and crystal sweat quickly dripped on the boy's fair forehead, but as if he didn't feel it, he continued to disassemble and assemble it calmly.

After the shop got off work, the repairmen all went back, and the shop owner came to the backyard to have a look.

Yun Huai suddenly stopped, took off his gloves, and raised his dark and beautiful pupil.

He looked at the shopkeeper expressionlessly, "...borrow my cell phone."

The owner hurriedly handed over the phone.

He asked, "Xiao Huai, what do you mean by the news you posted today? Is that the profile of a girl? Are you trying to announce your relationship to the public?"

Yun Huai looked up at him.

The shop owner tutted twice, "You don't know, you posted that post tonight, and the Internet exploded. You are still a trainee, and you are so famous..."

Yun Huai didn't answer, but there was some mockery and slight sadness in his pitch-black eyes.

He was only accepted for underground sex.

There is no need to leave that dynamic.

The fair-skinned boy slid his fingertips away, but he did not log in to the dynamic account. He first logged in to the account he used for live broadcast.

He pursed his lips and opened a private message.

Sliding down at a glance, he saw a familiar - the teacher's id.

"I love you more every day, your voice is really nice, if only I could sing! We met in reality, and I like you very much..."

Afterwards, as soon as Balabala announced his confession, the language was very enthusiastic, and the boy's earlobes gradually turned red.

He stared at the private message page.

after a long time.

The boy suddenly threw the phone to the shopkeeper and grabbed the coat beside him.