N Brain Holes About Hushson and Kat Dennings

After the table tennis match, Tom sent Kat back to school.Three blocks away from the school, a huge roadblock blocked the road leading directly to the school gate, and the traffic was forced to divert and slowly turned to the left and right roads.

"Sir!" Tom poked his head out of the driver's seat and called to the supervisor in a fluorescent vest. "Why is the road ahead blocked?"

The accent of the coordinator was very strong, and Tom listened to it several times before he understood: It turned out that an underground water pipe burst in front, and the entire three blocks were blocked for emergency repairs. All cars could not pass through and had to be diverted.

"It's not far from the school, I can walk back." The hasty kiss on the ping-pong court set Kat on fire.Her head was hot and dizzy, and she couldn't even remember who won the game.She couldn't remember exactly how she acquiesced to Tom's kiss at that time, but that courage made her admire herself.

She felt that she should go down to get some air.She blurted out the words that she was about to leave almost instantly, and even pressed the seat belt directly, even the fast Tom couldn't stop her.

Fortunately, the door on Kat's side is locked, and the door lock controller is by Tom's side.

"I want to get out of the car." She was a little annoyed, and slammed on the car door again, but unfortunately, she couldn't leave because of the motionless door.

Tom said: "We're in the middle of the road, it's dangerous for you to get off now."

Tom said: "You wait for me to find a nearby parking lot, and I will walk back with you."

Tom said, "Don't forget, I'm going back to school too."

He was very glad that he casually told the lie that he was still a student, although this lie made him suffer a lot - he couldn't help but want to introduce her to his colleagues and into his circle of friends many times but couldn't Realized - but now, he can use this to closely follow her and comfort this shy little girl.

Poor Kat was once again fooled by Tom's lies.She slapped the car door viciously for the last time, then leaned back on the seat angrily, and gave up resistance.

Mr. Knight parked the car at the entrance of the alley by the side of the road, escorting the princess all the way back to school.The princess lowered her head and walked with big strides, her hands tightly holding the messenger bag on her left shoulder due to tension.Mr. Knight followed behind her, fearing that he would scare her if he got too close, so he could only follow behind her at a distance of three to five steps.

He regretted his recklessness just now.

From the slow walk at the beginning to the trot afterwards, Kat's speed became faster and faster, looking like a frightened rabbit. Tom simply suspects that he is really a villain who is threatening the heroine's life.

They chased and fled one by one, and were soon noticed by interested people.

"Hey! What do you want to do to that lady!"

A tall and strong man who was waiting for a bus by the side of the road stood up and stopped Tom who was "planning to do something wrong".Taller than Tom, with thick blond hair and a lush beard, he looked a bit like a younger Brad Pitt, with a solid figure wrapped in a sport coat that was intimidating—at least it was easy enough to teach Tom a lesson.

Only then did Tom, who was stopped, realize that his behavior of chasing Kat could easily lead to misunderstanding.

"I can explain," Tom said hastily, "I know the lady in front."

Obviously, the young Brad Pitt didn't believe it: "Boy, I advise you to tell the truth. This is next to the university. Do you know how many young and strong boys I can call if I make a call?"

Tom was overwhelmed: "I can swear, we just have some conflicts..."

"Be honest!" The man squeezed his fist impatiently: "Stay away from that lady, or I will punch you..."

—— "He's my boyfriend!" A clear voice sounded behind the arrogant men, Tom raised his head in surprise, looked over the shoulder of the flower protector, and looked at the girl with flushed cheeks.

Kat noticed his gaze, looked away as if startled, and then quickly looked back.She looked at him, bit her lower lip lightly, a little shy and a little proud.

"He's my boyfriend," she said firmly. "Coach Hemsworth, we just had an argument."

Kat knew this "good-hearted man". It should be said that in college, no one denied him.He's Chris Hemsworth, their college football coach.Ten years ago, he graduated from this university, played in the local team for a few years, and returned here as a coach after retiring.He was as strong as a cow and as reckless as a dog. The boys liked him very much. It is said that once on the court, a freshman called him Dad by mistake, and was laughed at by others for a whole year.

But judging by his enthusiasm, he really looks like a good father who "protects his daughter from being bullied by bad boys".

"Are you sure?" The good father was still very vigilant.

"It's true, he is also a student of our school, coach, you can rest assured."

But this made Chris even more suspicious: "He doesn't look like a student." He raised his chin provocatively at Tom: "Which major and grade are you in?"

Tom tried to make his words as honest as possible: "Classics major, I'm doing my master's degree."

As a man who lives on the sports field, Chris doesn't know what majors are offered in the school. Seeing Tom's frank and sincere expression, and fluent answers, he believes Tom's words. "I apologize," he half-raised his hands: "I shouldn't have meddled in the problems between you little lovers, but buddy, I want to tell you that girls need pain, even if they quarrel, you have to apologize first, OK?"

Tom nodded solemnly: "I promise." This is a promise that only exists between men.

The bus came, and the enthusiastic and good dad Chris boarded the bus. He stood at the window and waved to them, with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had just saved New York.

Kat said goodbye to him with a smile, and when the bus passed the corner, she suddenly turned around, put away the smile on her lips, and asked Tom in an alert and irrefutable manner: "You are not a student of our school at all, are you?"

"What...?" Tom panicked, not even knowing where to put his hands.

"Don't explain!" Kat scratched her hair frantically, messing up her smooth ponytail: "There is no classical literature major in our school!"

She stared at his Adam's apple—it was obviously not her fault, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes—as if she wanted to burn his throat with her eyes.

This liar!

She thought bitterly.

If she had known, she should have checked his student ID when she first met him.