This star is from the earth

In his previous life, Han Jue always looked at netizens' comments with the mentality of "observing the diversity of human species".

What I found very interesting is that if a blogger is talking about oil painting, classical music, artificial intelligence, or car modification, the netizens below will think [interlacing like a mountain] and stop leaving comments.

But if the blogger is talking about intimacy, it's emotional issues. Netizens thought to themselves, you have been in love, and I have also been in love, and now you have troubles, and I may not be as good at [obtaining happiness], so I will teach you.

Regarding feelings, it seems that as long as it is an individual, anyone can say a few words.

But Han Jue knows that everyone expects different things from a long-term intimate relationship, and what makes A happy may not necessarily make B happy.

Therefore, when one of the female guests in "Love Signal" expressed distress to Han Jue that she was in trouble with love, Han Jue, who should cooperate with the performance, chose to turn a blind eye.

"I'm confused right now."

"There is a way," Han Jue took out his mobile phone, pretending to order food, "I'll order some dessert for you."

The fashionable girl was very puzzled by Han Jue's answer.

Zhang Yiman is not surprised by Han Jue's occasional inexplicable, she translated: "It's because sugar can make people feel happier and relieve your entanglement~"

The fashion girl suddenly realized.

After Zhang Yiman finished speaking, she still looked at Han Jue complacently with the eyes of "I'm not very powerful".

Han Jue smiled, then looked at the fashionable girl, and said gently:

"No, my idea is that once people have bigger problems, they don't have the energy to worry about those small problems. So if you eat more desserts, in front of body troubles, other troubles are nothing."

Makes sense.

but……

"Uncle!" Zhang Yiman felt very humiliated, there was no tacit understanding between lovers at all!

Hearing what Han Jue said again, he patted Han Jue's arm in horror, as if he heard some anti-social and anti-human declaration from Han Jue's mouth.

Han Jue grinned as he touched the place where he was slapped.

Zhang Yiman straightened her hair, and said to the fashionable girl, "If you have any troubles, just ask me directly, and I can help you answer them!"

The fashion girl calmed down, the show still had to continue, so she told Zhang Yiman about her troubles:

"Now in our love hut, the first male is a master of love. My intuition tells me that he is a very dangerous person... But when we get along, he will be attracted by the other party. And the second male, usually not very She loves to talk, and getting along is a bit boring, but being with her all the time makes people feel very comfortable and safe. So, I am very troubled and don’t know which one to find for the next date.”

After the girl finished speaking, the other two girls nodded desperately.

It seems that the fashion girl is not the only one who is struggling.

However, this kind of series problem, for Zhang Yiman, who has only had close contact with Han Jue, the opposite sex, is also a [dangerous] and [safety] topic, which is beyond the scope.

Zhang Yiman lowered his eyes and frowned tightly, unable to think of what to say.

"Uncle, didn't you pass it down from your ancestors to solve the confusion? Let me talk about it first." Zhang Yiman bluffed.

Han Jue sighed, feeling that it would be impossible to show his hands. He asked solemnly and mysteriously: "Have you heard of [Teacher Han's Small Classroom]?"

The three on the opposite side nodded hesitantly.

"No class!" Zhang Yiman patted Han Jue's shoulder from the side. "Mr. Han, you are still in the ban period!"

Han Jue looked regretful.

The plan failed. Tried to teach "illegally" but got caught.

"If you don't mind, then I'll say a few words."

All the words beginning with [say two sentences] are more than two sentences.

"Dangerous but attractive, safe but not that interesting... Then let me ask you a question: If you want to travel long distances, you need to have a partner as a partner, and the two of you will drive alternately. So, in [The car drives well but not Choose one of the person who is so careful] and the person who doesn't drive very well but is careful, which one do you choose?"

"Then... I will still choose the latter one." The fashionable girl replied.

Han Jue smiled but did not answer.

"But driving is not the same as falling in love." Another girl said.

"Why is it different? Isn't the so-called old driver just...ahem." Han Jue picked up the water glass in time and stopped talking.

After taking a sip of water, Han Jue continued: "Dating is about the same as driving a car. It doesn't matter whether you are good at it or not, whether you are skilled or clumsy, these are not important, I think so. Be careful , don't roll over - that's the most important thing."

The three girls on the opposite side were thoughtful.

Han Jue didn't have any feeling of [teaching others, immeasurable merit].

Who knows who really thinks, and who knows what people will do in front of love. Moreover, he knew that the reason why those gamer scumbags can become scumbags is that they still have something to attract the opposite sex. When the feeling comes, you can't reason with people.

"One set of one set." Zhang Yiman muttered softly, but felt that her theoretical shortcomings were too obvious, and she had to speed up the study of "Couple Cheats" and "Love Book"!

Next, the three girls chatted with Zhang Yimanlinqin and others about girls' dress, where is a suitable place for a date in Shanghai, etc.

After chatting for a while, the three girls took their leave consciously.

"Thank you Teacher Han for your guidance!" Before leaving, the fashionable girl clasped her fists in gratitude.

"The keyboard love technique is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Han Jue replied humbly.

After the "Love Signal" group had left, Lin Qin and Zhang Yiman felt relieved to eat food.

As for Han Jue, he had already eaten enough when they were chatting hotly.

At this moment, Lin Qin asked Zhang Yiman what kind of variety show it was, and Zhang Yiman danced and strongly recommended it to Lin Qin.

Han Jue sat back across from him, eating food with one of his chopsticks missing.

Suddenly, Zhang Yiman covered his fingers and shouted in horror:

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?" Lin Qin immediately leaned over.

Zhang Yiman tremblingly showed Lin Qin his finger.

I saw growing blood drops coming out of Zhang Yiman's fingertips.

Han Jue saw it, and subconsciously said maliciously: "You are finished."

Zhang Yiman's face turned pale.

Lin Qin bit her lower lip and gave Han Jue a funny look.

"What should I do..." Zhang Yiman was very helpless.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's fine." After Lin Qin finished speaking, he put Zhang Yiman's finger in his mouth.

Zhang Yiman looked at Lin Qin dumbly, and then realized that he wanted to pull it out, waved his uninjured hand, and said, "My blood is poisonous!"

"Toxic???" Han Jue couldn't understand, "What stupid things are you talking about?"

Han Jue could see clearly that Zhang Yiman had just been cut through the skin of his finger by the opening of the soda can, why did the blood suddenly become poisonous?

"This is metal! I might get tetanus!" The tone was terrified and extremely nervous.

"Look, it's not bleeding anymore." Lin Qin took out Zhang Yiman's finger and said.

Zhang Yiman was not comforted at all, he pinched his finger that had been scratched a little, still terrified. He stood up and paced anxiously, staring at the fingers covered by the napkin without blinking, turning his head to look at Han Jue and Lin Qin from time to time.

"Then what do you say?"

"I'm going to the hospital."

Han Jue looked helplessly at Zhang Yiman's blood that couldn't even seep through the back of the napkin.

Unable to resist the silly girl, Han Jue had to search for nearby clinics or hospitals.

Fortunately, there is a hospital not far from the restaurant.

The three of them went to the hospital in Lin Qin's car.

"Have you never bled before?"

"Yes... some people bleed while practicing the piano," Zhang Yiman wrapped his fingers tightly in a ball of paper, and replied, "But this time is different, this time it was metal!"

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Lin Qin sat in the driver's seat and drove, watching Zhang Yiman's reactions amusedly, thinking that Zhang Yiman was really cute and silly.

While on the road, Lin Qin felt that there was a car always appearing in the rearview mirror.

[These paparazzi are really out of their minds (broken), why follow me. ] Lin Qin murmured into the rearview mirror, and also spoke the Modu dialect that she was learning recently.

[Fortunately, three people came out this time, otherwise the scandal...] ​​Lin Qin is lucky for Zhang Yiman.

As a public figure, to some extent, he loses part of his right to privacy. There is no way. After enjoying the corresponding benefits, some disadvantages have to be borne.

[However, this car... looks familiar. ] Lin Qin looked at the car, feeling a little puzzled.

It seems to have been seen in the morning. I also saw it when I picked up Zhang Yiman in the afternoon.

[When was I also targeted? 】Lin Qin found it incredible.

【Hope they don't make up any stupid news about being pregnant...】

Before Lin Qin could think about it, the hospital arrived.

very close.

"Quick, quick!" Zhang Yiman urged as soon as the car stopped.

Zhang Yiman followed closely behind Han Jue step by step, like a race against death, very nervous.

The doctor glanced at it casually, and then said lazily, "Oh, it's a good thing it was delivered in time."

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue with [Look at it] eyes.

However, based on Han Jue's many years of experience with his poisonous tongue, the doctor's tone was not simple.

really.

The doctor looked at Zhang Yiman and added earnestly: "If it was delivered later, the wound would have healed."

[This doctor also has a sense of variety. 】Han Jue watched the good show from the sidelines, and felt that it was a pity that there was no camera at this time.

"No! You might get tetanus!" Zhang Yiman said with wide-eyed eyes.

The doctor sneered, leaned back on the chair, and didn't speak, seeing Zhang Yiman as very guilty.

I have something to do during the day, and I haven't finished writing the next chapter, so let's post it together with tomorrow's share.