Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 217 Forbidden
After hearing what Bai Yang said, Chen Chen showed a surprised expression.

"Bai Yang, I thought you ordered such expensive dishes just to embarrass him, but... did you think so much?"

He frowned in confusion: "Doesn't that mean that you have already set up the trap since he said he wanted to treat us?"

"Just act according to circumstances." Bai Yang shook his head.

"That's scary enough," Chen Chen sighed, then reacted and said quickly, "I mean, Bai Yang, you're really amazing. I just can't think so much."

He paused and smiled, "But it's really gratifying to think about it. I really can't stand listening to his nagging along the way. It's obviously a matter between the four of us, but he has to interfere, saying this and teaching that, as if he is right about everything. Just now, when I thought about having to face him every day for the next few months, I felt very irritated."

"Don't worry, I'm still in the dormitory." Bai Yang smiled and said, "What you are worried about will never happen. Brother Zhuang should be worried."

There are many ways to handle conflicts, especially those between roommates.

The easiest thing is to move out of the dormitory, but this is definitely not Bai Yang's style.

If someone made him unhappy, he would just kick that person out instead of moving out himself.

But if someone makes him particularly unhappy, or even touches his taboos, he will not rush to kick the person out. There is still a long way to go.

"So this is how everyone feels." Zeng Jianeng said sullenly, "I didn't feel anything at all. Am I too slow?"

"You are just naive." Bai Yang smiled and said, "That's good. You don't have to think so much."

"Oh." Zeng Jianeng pouted: "Now I know, then I won't pay any attention to him!"

Bai Yang nodded, and then reminded:

"When we get back, don't tell them it was my treat. Just tell them that the four of us pooled our living expenses together to barely pay the bill."

"Why?" Zeng Jianeng was confused again: "According to what you said, wouldn't it be better to just let him know that you are super rich?"

"Then this ten thousand plus is meaningless, right?" Bai Yang chuckled, "Besides, you'll have even more reason to ignore him."

"The human heart is a very strange thing. Anyway, just listen to me."

"Okay." Zeng Jianeng nodded, then became active again, ran over to hug Chun Yuwan, and said with a smile:

"Wanwan, why haven't you spoken?"

Chun Yuwan was indeed a little absent-minded.

The words were still repeating in my mind - I hate the way he looks at you.

what the hell
The tone of his voice made it seem as if I was his exclusive lover.

No one else can see it.

It is obvious that we are just friends. This attitude should be directed towards the deer, not yourself.

but--

I still feel a little inexplicably happy.

This feeling made Chun Yuwan very uncomfortable, even a little guilty, and she could only constantly comfort herself:
"Bai Yang said he would protect me and help me get rid of these people I don't like. He is just fulfilling his promise."

"That's just his character. I think too much."

"Yeah! That's it!"

After comforting herself, Chun Yuwan finally relaxed a little.

It was already dark, and vendors began to set up stalls on both sides of the street. There were more people strolling around than during the day, and many of them were artists. "This feels a bit like a painter's village," Bai Yang commented, stroking his chin.

"I guess they spend their days painting or sleeping." Chen Chen said, "It seems that the biological clocks of the artists I know are all messed up, and quite a few of them have reversed day and night."

"Is such that."

Bai Yang has a deep understanding of this. When he was writing online articles in his previous life, he basically reversed his day and night schedule. It was not because he had more inspiration at night, but mainly because he had no fixed working hours. If he didn't want to sleep at night, he could lie down and play with his phone until dawn, and his biological clock would be messed up without him realizing it.

Strolling along the street, I could really feel the atmosphere of life. Perhaps it was because there was no Zhuang Wensheng to disturb us, so everyone was in a much better mood.

"Bai Yang, look at that guy over there, is he doing performance art?"

Zeng Jianeng lowered his voice and pointed excitedly across the street.

A few people looked over and saw a person wrapped in a white sheet, walking hurriedly.

"Not like that." Bai Yang commented: "Don't always think that strange costumes are performance art. Performance art is not that demonized. This one looks more like he has no clothes on and can only use a bed sheet to cover his body."

"How can someone walk on the street without clothes to wear?" Zeng Jianeng was dissatisfied.

"There are so many possibilities. However, his white bed sheet looks more like it's from a hotel, and he's barefoot. Maybe..." Bai Yang stopped the topic here.

If you continue to speculate, the children will not be able to listen.

"What about that girl over there?" Zeng Jianeng was full of curiosity: "She's dressed very uniquely! And she's so beautiful!"

Bai Yang looked over and raised his eyebrows.

There was a girl standing in front of the stinky tofu stall. She was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a riveted leather jacket on the upper body and a black leather miniskirt on the lower body. Black stockings outlined her slender legs with beautiful curves, and she had a Nezha-like bun on her head.

If you carry an electric guitar, you will be a rock girl.

Only the side profile can be seen, but it is enough to make people's eyes light up. The pointed chin, the small face, and the corners of the mouth seem to be slightly raised out of habit, revealing a rebellious temperament.

“This is obviously not performance art,” Bai Yang commented.

"Who asked you that?" Zeng Jianeng rolled his eyes: "I know that's not the case, I just think this girl is so different. This is the first time I've seen this style."

"There are people of all styles in the world." Bai Yang smiled: "Besides, this is the imperial capital."

He took out his cell phone and checked the time, saying, "It's almost time to go back. It's almost nine o'clock."

"Just walk around a little longer." Zeng Jianeng begged.

"There's plenty of time later." Bai Yang said, "Tell Uncle Liu who opens the door to be back before nine o'clock. You don't want to give people a bad impression on the first day, do you? Don't ask him to open the door for you next time, or he won't open it for you."

"Ok."

The four of them returned the same way they came. The big iron gate was closed. Bai Yang knocked on the door and waited for a while before the security guard opened it.

"Hello, Uncle Liu." Bai Yang greeted politely: "Has the classmate who went out with us this afternoon come back?"

"I came back a long time ago." Uncle Liu said with a smile: "You don't look well. What's wrong? Did you have a fight?"

"No no."

Bai Yang waved his hand and said, "I guess he's not feeling well."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly:
"I'll go see him."

(End of this chapter)