The frequency of recent updates of "Male God" has become higher and higher, and the number of times Yin Ronglan offended Chen Zhan has skyrocketed.
That's all, after all, humans can get used to it and the ability to resist high pressure under certain conditions will become stronger and stronger.
However…
Yin Ronglan found out that he was the only one who was unlucky. On the contrary, the dazzling supporting roles in "Male God" had a smooth life, and while keeping in touch with Chen Zhan, could they not be included in the book.
For example, Tan Changming, once a rich second-generation living in chaos, has heard that he has made a lot of money by starting his own business recently.
With subtle curiosity, Yin Ronglan decided to visit in person.
With neat short hair and a strand of blue on his head that has also been dyed black, the current Tan Changming looks like a vigorous young man.
"Uncle Yin." He called respectfully.
The direct age difference between the two is not too big, but the elders in the family get along with Yin Ronglan as equals. Over time, Tan Changming is used to calling him uncle. Of course, the more important thing is a little bit of selfishness. According to the relationship between Yin Ronglan and Chen Zhan, wouldn't it be possible to forcibly classify that bastard into the category of 'aunt'.
Thinking of this, I feel refreshing and exciting.
Yin Ronglan did not deliberately correct the title, but directly stated his intention: "How did you live out yourself and live a wonderful life from the destruction of the devil?"
"… "
Yin Ronglan: "Say it so I can learn from it."
Tan Changming took a deep look at him, and sighed that Chen Zhan's destructive power was so great that even this man couldn't hold it back. Adhering to the concept of hospitality, he first invited people into the house, and then asked the aunt at home to make tea and prepare fruit, and then he opened the drawer and took out a leaflet: "This is a cram school I run, you can come and listen if you are interested. "
The background picture is blue sky and white clouds, and a big horn is drawn on the top, with the text: Teach you how to survive the calamity!
Yin Ronglan glanced at the general content, but his expression remained unchanged.
"What is Zhan Jie?" he asked.
Tan Changming thought for a while: "Have you heard of Heavenly Tribulation? It's all about the same thing."
"… Go on."
Tan Changming: "My remedial class has many years of experience. With just one course of treatment, it is guaranteed that the students will be like freshmen and survive under the calamity!"
When it comes to career, the whole person seems to be shining.
Intuition tells Yin Ronglan that this remedial class is poisonous, and his IQ reminds him not to enter it by mistake. However, after spending a long time with Chen Zhan, Linglong Xin will also give birth to some deadly branches, and after a while, he said: "I will go and have a look at that time."
Arrived on time and sat in the last row on a Friday night.
Yin Ronglan had a hunch that he was normal, at least he knew how to wear masks and hats to hide his identity, and then looked at some 'students', all rushing to sit in the first row, and some even took their notebooks.
Tan Changming stood on the podium, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses: "Today is still divided into three stages, 15 minutes each time. Our goal is to... "
"Don't be afraid of a robbery anymore!" All the students said in unison.
The overall atmosphere is like a large MLM college.
Yin Ronglan pressed his eyebrows, thinking about getting up and leaving now.
Tan Changming suddenly raised a voice: "The first stage, cultivate endurance."
As soon as the voice fell, the switch was immediately pressed. They were all familiar classic songs. People would subconsciously hum when they heard it. When they saw that they were about to enter the most ups and downs of the melody, the singing suddenly stopped and switched to the next song.
At first Yin Ronglan thought that there was a problem with the playback, but every song that followed was like this, it automatically stopped at the climax of the song, like ants lining up on the apex of the heart, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Hold on." Tan Changming was completely unaffected and encouraged everyone.
Fifteen minutes of torment passed, and Tan Changming seized the time to go straight to the next stage: "Learn to babble." After a pause, he said, "It's true that men don't cry easily, so occasional tears can make people more at a loss."
After clapping his hands, Yin Ronglan sat in the last row, and he could see the expressions of most of the people, several of whom had already begun to brew. Tears were faintly visible in the corners of his eyes.
"… "
Unable to bear to look directly, he shook his head, really couldn't wait for the last stage, and slipped out silently from h0u'me:n.
The air downstairs is very fresh.
I happened to meet a young man who was going to go upstairs, and said 'I'm late'.
When his eyes met, the young man stopped his hasty steps: "Mr. Yin."
Yin Ronglan raised her eyebrows slightly... Acquaintance
The young man introduced himself: "My father is Ruan Meng."
Yin Ronglan had some impressions, and suddenly said: "You shouldn't be..."
"Come and listen to the class." The young man took the initiative to answer.
In Yin Ronglan's memory, the other party has never been harmed by Chen Zhan.
Knowing what he was thinking, the young man scratched his head embarrassedly: "Have fun."
Those who attended the class, including Tan Changming who founded the training class, resisted the damage caused by Chen Zhan at most accounted for one-third of the whole reason. In the final analysis... Everyone is too boring.
Find an excuse to get together, have a good time, and make some friends and connections.
Yin Ronglan gave him a deep look: "I have an idea."
After saying that, he shook his head and drove away.
The empty villa has gradually changed since one more person stayed.
Several new fruit plants were planted in the yard. As usual, Chen Zhan sat under the big umbrella, guarding a computer. There were only two round balls on the table, and the other one must have gone to Lin's house to find Lin Rin.
It was late now, and the light was supported by the little lanterns that surrounded it.
Chen Zhan glanced at Yin Ronglan: "It's not like working overtime."
He never stopped typing on the keyboard while speaking.
Yin Ronglan glanced at a small segment on the screen, and as expected, it was an update about "Male God" again. Some tentatively said, "I seem to have behaved fairly well these two days."
Chen Zhan was indifferent and asked, "Where did you go in the afternoon?"
Yin Ronglan explained truthfully, with some sigh in his words: "People are so bored that they can do anything."
xiaoshuting.org
Hearing this, Chen Zhan suddenly laughed: "They're nothing..." While talking, he kept scrolling the mouse until the whole article was displayed in front of Yin Ronglan: "Let's take a look at this—"
A lifetime is only a hundred years or so. Wise men say that time is precious, but everyone has experienced boredom and even tried to kill time.
As a member of all living beings, the male god is no exception.
Things have to start from the New Year hypothesis. In previous years, the male gods were on vacation, and we would choose to travel. This year, because I accidentally twisted my waist, I had to temporarily cancel this plan.
When I came back from the hospital, most of the time, I was lying on my side. The tasks of cooking and cleaning naturally fell on the male god. Now it is said that it is the off-season, and he does not have to deal with the affairs left by the company, and has basically become a home cook.
On weekdays, male gods don't have much interest. After a few days of unchanging days, I can't help but feel a little boring.
Every sunset, he would sit on the carpet and lean against my arm, with a wry smile: "The nighttime benefits are gone."
"… "
Just as I was thinking about whether I should find something to do for him, the next day the male god uncharacteristically showed a state of energy, and it seemed that he had finally found a source of relief—
He fell in love with cooking.
Daily comparison of recipes, cooking skills soared. It's a good thing, but the only strange thing is that he will let me weigh myself every morning, noon and night, and it must be a body fat scale. The excuse is that he is studying recipes to see which program can gain less weight and nutrition.
Something is strange but no clue can be found.
The extraordinary period is very tricky. I picked a rainy day. I pretended to be romantic and said that I would have a candlelight dinner. The male god responded with one bite, prepared steak, flowers, and red wine.
Everything was going according to plan, and I was drinking him while I was looking for topics. When the male god's face turned red, he knew the time had come.
Just thinking about what to use to open the topic, the male god squinted his eyes because of drunkenness and took the initiative: "Don't forget to weigh."
I nodded cooperatively and asked casually, "Why are you obsessed with weight?"
The male god swayed and took out a form from the study, and said with a smile, "Record the data as a sample."
I was puzzled and waited for him to continue.
Male god: "I want to control the law of your weight gain, so that the daily increase and change can be connected into the shape of a love."
"..." What the hell
The male god is still regretful: "It's a pity that yesterday's value was a little high, Tao Xin failed, so I can only start over."
"… "
How boring is a person to do such a crazy thing!
Male god: "There are basically no weight scales accurate to milligrams, so I specially asked someone to develop one."
"...It's really hard for you."
In vain, I once thought that real Tetris was the peak of boredom, but I didn't expect that he would be able to achieve greatness again!
The male god was really drunk. He didn't show the fierce desire to survive as usual. Instead, he put his chin on my palm like a puppy.
"It's amazing." He rubbed his head soothingly, and while smiling, he took out the small notebook he carried with him: "My dear, you're so amazing, make your own records."
The male god nodded, trying to find something to resist the dizziness, leaving scribbled handwriting on the notebook.
I can't stop writing this, except for my recent actions, I also wrote down some hidden things in the past few days.
After reading ten lines at a glance, my smile gradually disappeared, and even the strength of rubbing his head became a little heavier: "You, really, great."
…
After reading a chapter, Yin Ronglan's smile gradually disappeared... He remembered being drunk, but he didn't remember what he did after drinking.
Chen Zhan calmly clicked to publish, closed the computer and prepared to finish work, turned around and smiled before entering the room: "So the source of inspiration these days is all thanks to you, thank you."
"… "
He once witnessed the teacher-student relationship between the other party and Lin Rin, and sighed about a sin, but now he knows that the sin of making heaven is not worth the sin of self-inflicted sin.
Yin Ronglan looked at Chen Zhan's back and made up his mind silently. From today on, he must learn to be a person who won't die.