Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Sometimes, people really shouldn't think too highly of themselves. Just like now, Yan Wenmo looked at the two men in front of him and felt that his face should be more bitter than bitter gourd.

She only ran away with Xiao Fudie for a day and a half, and in that short day and a half of free time, she was caught up by these two guys. It would have been fine if they had just caught up, but they learned something else but also learned to be jealous.

Now, her adorable, well-behaved, beautiful and adorable little Fudie was excluded by two grown men and sat opposite her, thousands of miles away, while on her left and right there were two iron-faced and impartial Vajra protectors.

Life is like a coffee table, filled with tragedies (tragedies), or perhaps more than tragedies, but also tableware (tragedies).

It was just a meal, a simple meal with three courses, all three dishes piled in her small bowl.

At first glance, there were only piles of dishes, and the rice was hidden in the abyss, making it impossible to peek in.

How can I eat this?! How can I eat this?! Is this for me to eat?! Is this for me to eat?!

You said let me eat, but where is the food! Where is the food!! Where is the food!!!

Sometimes, if people can’t go crazy in their expressions, they can only go crazy in their sea of ​​consciousness.

The system was forced to shut down the sharing function, allowing Yan Wenmo to stir up a huge wave in his sea of ​​consciousness and curse the two idiots.

The instigators looked at each other with smugness and provocation, and it was obvious that they were extremely satisfied with their previous actions.

After dinner, the two of them excluded the soft and adorable Xiao Fudie and blocked Yan Wenmo like an iron tower, so that Yan Wenmo had an extremely heart-breaking day.

I thought this was the bottom line, but I didn't expect that the two of them would get even worse the next day. So in order to hide from them, Yan Wenmo deliberately chose a quiet and high place and used the hidden function of the prank doll.

There is no way to avoid it. If she doesn't use it, she will be found, and if she is found, a new round of competition will begin. The new round of competition will torture Yan Wenmo again, so she not only has a heart attack, but also a cerebral infarction.

“This life is really unbearable”

Two lines of clear tears meandered down, Yan Wenmo looked at the scenery in the distance with melancholy, feeling inexplicably heartbroken.

She didn't understand, she really didn't understand, why did the two men have to show their desire to win in front of her, did they want her to support their couple? !

It’s not that she can’t accept it, it’s just a same-sex couple, can she tolerate it? !

But, what's the point of you two comparing and comparing with each other by using me as a raft?! You think I'm funny, right?! Huh?! Can't you just be quiet?! Huh?!

Whose good person eats two breakfasts, two lunches, two dinners, and two midnight snacks a day!!!

You have to eat it if you don't want to. If you don't eat it, he will find a way to make you eat it. He is the kind of person who wants to chop off your head and pour the food directly into your stomach.

Perhaps, in their world, it doesn’t matter whether the food tastes good or not, what matters is whether you finish eating it or not, so much so that on this first day, Yan Wenmo has already vomited three times.

The most outrageous thing is that when she went to the toilet to get some peace and quiet, she was chased and asked, "Do you want me to feed you some food?"

Is this feeding?! Is this feeding?! This is raising pigs!

Also, can you please look at the situation? I'm in the toilet, I'm relieving myself, there's digestive waste all around me, and you bring in a meal. You don't find it disgusting, but I do find it disgusting, okay? !

Also, I'm not from the Intestineless Country. I poop after I eat. You're bringing food into the toilet. Are you looking for shit? !

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She threw the food directly into the pit, and then yelled at Gu Hansheng in a rage:

"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat all day long. You wouldn't feed a pig like this. If you want me to die sooner, just tell me. I'll cut my neck to make your wish come true. Don't torture me with this shit all day long. I'm a fucking human being, not a garbage can. You just know how to eat."

After that, she left angrily. Gu Hansheng looked at her innocently as she left. He looked at the bowl thrown into the pit, smacked his lips, and said cautiously:

"Madam, this bowl belongs to Jiang Wenbai. How can I fish it out if you throw it into the pit? I can't clean it... It seems like a good idea."

As he said this, he looked at the bowl with shining eyes, but hesitated again and again when he saw the stains on the bowl. He struggled for a long time before he muttered to himself with a look of sudden enlightenment:

"Maybe Jiang Wenbai doesn't need this bowl?!"

Then he walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving the bowl covered in filth.

Seeing Gu Hansheng coming out with a calm face, Jiang Wenbai looked at him critically and said sarcastically:

“You haven’t finished eating yet.”

Gu Hansheng nodded honestly and said regretfully:

“Not finished yet”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Wenbai's smug expression, put on a kind and earnest expression, and said to Jiang Wenbai:

"Actually, what I just held was your bowl."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Wenbai's smiling expression froze in an instant. He looked at Gu Hansheng in disbelief, as if to say, "How could you be so shocked?"

Gu Hansheng patted his shoulder modestly, and said with a little persuasion, sadly:

"Young man, there are some things you can't control. If you argue with me, you will end up in trouble, so let me do it."

Jiang Wenbai looked at Gu Hansheng critically, sneered, and then folded his arms and said sarcastically:

“It’s true that people get more affection as they get older, but old onions don’t have the fragrance of young ones.”

Gu Hansheng couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and then looked at Jiang Wenbai with an unfriendly expression. Jiang Wenbai looked at Gu Hansheng fearlessly. Both of them sneered and then left.

Life is hard after all. One day passes, and then another. Because they can't see Yan Wenmo, the fight between Gu Hansheng and Jiang Wenbai shifts from seeing who eats more food than Yan Wenmo to who is the best one.

But how to say it?! Gu Hansheng, who had married a beautiful woman in his previous life, was indeed better than Jiang Wenbai in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, when it came to poetry, Jiang Wenbai had the poems that Yan Wenmo had memorized before as a reference, so he didn't win too thoroughly.

"I bought a branch of spring flowers from a flower vendor. It was lightly stained with tears. It still bore traces of red clouds and morning dew. I was afraid my lover would guess that my face was not as beautiful as the flower. I wore my hair in a bun, just to let him compare and see."

Gu Hansheng read the poem on the paper hesitantly, his brows twisted into a knot. He looked at Jiang Wenbai, then at the paper in his hand, then looked at Jiang Wenbai again, and then looked at the paper again.

After doing this several times, he took a deep breath, feeling his teeth were worn out, and said angrily:

"You cheat!"

Jiang Wenbai didn't care about this at all, and even shamelessly said:

"It's mine"

Gu Hansheng was completely infuriated by his shamelessness. He took several deep breaths, suppressed the urge to beat him up, and said through gritted teeth:

"You're talking nonsense. How can a grown man like you write such a poem? This is obviously... This is obviously..."

At the end, he glared at Jiang Wenbai angrily, with a look of disgust on his face, and complained:

"I thought you had some literary talent, but it turns out you stole it. Ha, you are nothing more than that."

Jiang Wenbai rolled his eyes at this, holding up the white paper in his hand, and said sarcastically:

"You're not much better! I asked you to write about flowers, but you wrote that you wanted to pick them in spring and keep the spring scenery, but you were afraid that time would leave you behind."

Gu Hansheng almost laughed out of anger and said sarcastically:

"Do you understand poetry?! I am using objects to describe people. I am describing the scene of flowers blooming in spring and me going to appreciate the flowers. And you still say I didn't write about flowers. Not all poems about flowers can be called poems about flowers."

As he spoke, he began to recite with a rather conceited manner:

"This year, spring should have come early, but it has faded away without leaving its name. I want to capture the spring scenery, but I am afraid that time will pass and I will be left behind. I wrote very well, you are a guy who stole other people's achievements."