Ah! Running into the book I wrote to chase the evil female supporting role

"Little sweet text?"

Han Juyou stared at Liu Muye and blinked twice.

"Yes, write a sweet article!"

Liu Muye analyzed it carefully with Han Juyou, "Actually, articles about domineering presidents are also sweet articles in essence. Isn't it just about falling in love with a handsome guy? Why do you have to write quotes about an unrealistic and embarrassing overbearing president? Fictional men falling in love?”

...another dining table not far away...

"Ah sneeze~"

Nangong Ye also sneezed, and Shangguan Yurou immediately found a pack of handkerchiefs from her bag, took out one and handed it to him.

The tissue Shangguan Yurou gave her had a nice scent of ebony and sandalwood on it. The scent was elegant and light, as reserved and gentle as herself. After Nangong Ye wiped his nose, he couldn't bear to throw the paper away.

She showed a gentle smile and asked, "Why are you sneezing too?"

Nangong Ye shook his head blankly: "I don't know, maybe someone is behind Mr. Cricket's back."

"Pfft~"

Listening to Nangong Ye's funny words, Shangguan Yurou covered her mouth and smiled even brighter.

…Back to Liu Muye’s perspective again…

After listening to Liu Muye's analysis, Han Juyou nodded seriously: "What you said makes sense, but ordinary sweet articles shouldn't be that attractive to readers, right?"

Liu Muye spread his hands and said, "Then what you wrote is extraordinary. The plot is created by people."

"Hmm~~~"

Han Juyou pouted, touched her chin with her hand, nodded seriously, and began to think about the plot.

Liu Muye grabbed the chicken legs again and said while chewing: "Don't think about it now, just eat the rice. If you don't eat it, it will get cold."

Han Juyou waved her hand and said, "Let me think about it for a while..."

"Stop thinking and eat quickly." Liu Muye rolled his eyes at her and said, "With the help of a well-read young man like me, you will definitely become a great writer."

Han Juyou put down her chopsticks, approached Liu Muye, and said, "Then you can talk to me about the plot now."

The moment she came closer, the delicious scent of white mountain tea slipped into Liu Muye's nose again. The distance between the two was so close that Liu Muye could even vaguely feel the girl's body temperature.

He only had to turn his head slightly to clearly see his sculptured and flawless face. The love tear mole in the corner of his left eye was so small, but it was hard not to notice.

"Gudong~"

Liu Muye swallowed softly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He sat a little further to the side and said, "You finish your meal first. After dinner, I will discuss the plot with you."

"OK."

Han Juyou had no intention of sitting back. She pulled the dinner plate over and sat side by side with Liu Muye to eat together.

Han Juyou didn't think there was any problem. She just wanted to finish her meal quickly and then discuss the novel with Liu Muye.

But Liu Muye became shy. Han Juyou sat next to him. His eating speed was much slower, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

He thought to himself: Has this woman bewitched me? Why is my heart beating so hard!

Although Liu Muye started eating first, Han Juyou was the first to finish the meal. After finishing the meal, she began to urge Liu Muye.

Liu Muye was so pressed that he had no time to think. He quickly finished his meal and left the cafeteria with Han Juyou.

After the two came out of the cafeteria, they walked aimlessly while chatting about the novel.

Before I knew it, I came to the playground.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Liu Muye got tired of chatting and stopped the topic, "No matter how much you talk about novels, it's useless. You have to write to understand the problems."

"Yes." Han Juyou nodded and said, "You just talked to me so much, and it inspired me a lot. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Liu Muye waved his hand and said, "You can thank me later when you really become a great writer."

Han Juyou nodded seriously: "Just what you said, I will definitely become a great writer!"

Looking at the girl's serious expression, Liu Muye seemed to think of his former high-spirited self. He pursed his lips and smiled softly.

Han Juyou looked at Liu Muye's smile and thought he was laughing at her. She frowned and asked, "Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I believe you." Liu Muye nodded and said, "You are Han Juyou!"

In fact, Liu Muye only said half of this sentence, and the other half was in his heart:

You are Han Tangyou, the Han Tangyou in my book who will never give up until he reaches his goal!

If you are not a vicious female supporting role, with your intelligence and perseverance, what can you do without success?

"Really?" Han Juyou tilted his head, looked into Liu Muye's eyes and said, "Then what were you laughing at just now?"

"I'm laughing... The serious look you just had looked like me."

After Liu Muye finished speaking, he touched his nose in embarrassment.

Listening to Liu Muye's words, Han Juyou also felt a little embarrassed: "Just think that you are complimenting me."

Liu Muye came to the playground and sat in the stands. When he was studying at Jiangsu University, every night after dinner, he would come to the playground with his roommates to walk around, sit down, and look at his cool clothes, just like now. Beautiful women with big white legs exposed, talking about how to chase girls.

Han Juyou sat next to Liu Muye and followed his gaze to the playground. On the track, people were walking in groups of two or three. There were also many young couples. Those who had just been together were a little shy and kept a little distance between them. Those who had been together for a long time walked hand in hand.

Han Juyou turned her head and glanced at Liu Muye, who was sitting next to her. Her thoughts had drifted away. For a moment, she wondered if the people on the playground looked at the stands and thought that they were a young couple who had just been together.

Liu Muye suddenly came to his senses and turned his head to meet Han Juyou's eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Who is staring at you? Narcissistic."

Han Juyou said with a red face, stood up and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the dormitory to write a novel!"

"Are you inspired?"

"Full of inspiration!"

Liu Muye seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and suddenly called Han Juyou: "Wait, wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Han Juyou turned and looked at Liu Muye.

Liu Muye said: "Artistic creation cannot be divorced from reality, otherwise..."

Han Juyou frowned: "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise it will be very embarrassing!"

"I know, it will definitely not be divorced from reality."

After Han Juyou finished speaking, he smiled slyly at Liu Muye, turned around and walked down the stands.

…

“Strange.” Liu Chenghan leaned back in his chair and muttered, “I froze all of this guy’s accounts, why didn’t he come to ask me for help all day?”

Liu Chenghan looked at the secretary beside him and asked, “Did the young master go to the cafeteria to eat today?”

“Yes.” The secretary said, looking at the tablet in her hand, “I went with a girl.”

As the secretary said this, she placed the tablet in front of Liu Chenghan—in the picture, Liu Muye and Han Juyou sat side by side, both holding milk tea in their hands, with smiles on their faces, just like a young couple who just got together.

"Hmm?" Liu Chenghan looked at the screen on the tablet, frowned, and said, "What's going on? Is he in love? Didn't this kid say he wasn't in love? How can he be in love when he has no money?"

The secretary asked, "Do we need to unfreeze the young master's account?"

"Not for now." Liu Chenghan touched his chin and said with a smile, "This brat must be pretending to be poor to chase a girl, that's for sure, this is the last trick I used back then."

It's not hard to see from Liu Chenghan's smile that he really hopes his son will inherit his legacy as a love saint.

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