I'm a pegasus, not a racehorse girl

"I'll listen carefully."

"call……"

Taking a long breath, SS stroked the position of his heart, paused for a while, and then mustered up his courage.

"Student Margaret Linguang."

"exist?"

"Now...do you have someone you like?"

Chapter 310 Three Awareness of Love Thoughts

"No."

"So decisive?!"

SS was shocked. Although she knew in her heart that there would probably be no good results, this completely thoughtless response really made her sad, and even a little bit dissatisfied.

"..."

Linguang didn't continue to speak, she turned around and stared into SS's eyes (in the teahouse), the complicated look in her eyes was like a hot pot boiling indiscriminately.

She is not a fool, SS's words are so blunt that she is about to blow herself up, this is the first time Linguang has received this kind of confession.

Flustered, terrified, subconsciously wanting to refuse, the current situation is like this, Linguang can't even think clearly.

I'm a girl now, SS doesn't even seem like a human being, it's too outrageous to be a lover.

Regarding the point of being in love, Linguang has never thought about it since the beginning of his life. The most important point may be the low self-esteem in his heart.

Yes, inferiority complex.

Since she was a child, this point has almost faded away, but the deepest point is still deeply rooted in her heart. It is hard to say whether she is now taking care of all the horse girls in this way.

Because in her view, everything about her is very erratic now, the love from her family is not fake, her own efforts are not fake, and her identity is not fake, but what should she rely on?

It is obvious that he was just an ordinary cripple in his previous life, and his situation was indeed miserable, but there must be countless people in the world who are more miserable than himself, so why is he the only one who can get this chance of rebirth?

This made Linguang feel uneasy. It is impossible for the sky to fall into the sky. She knows this very well. Reincarnation without paying any price is like a commercial contract without signing, and she has no confidence in her heart.

So she doesn't think she has the confidence to be anyone's lover.

Speaking of sexual orientation, there is actually no such thing. Growing up in a hospital, she has basically the same perception of men and women. In this life, she has also fully identified with her own identity, so there is no problem with men.

In other words, following the form of this life, it is normal for a lover to be a man.

So in theory, Linguang is more accepting of male lovers than females.

It's just that I often think like this when I come to the room: "Shouldn't men like a girl with a firm and tough behavior like me, they should prefer a young lady like Aldan more." '

But it doesn't matter if it's a woman, as a god, a self-complete life, one of the ultimates, it is a presentation of one person as the world.There may be many requirements for treating a partner, but gender is never included.

Closer to the point, the current Linguang is completely unprepared for having a lover, and her future plans don't even allow time for her lover.

The result is already obvious, Linguang is not ready to be a lover yet.

"SS, I'm sorry."

"Really, there's no need, actually, I'm not that persistent."

SS shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face, which made Linguang a little apologetic.

But actually? SS really doesn't care, it's best if Linguang doesn't agree, if she agrees, she will be troubled.

Of course, if Linguang is willing, she can too, but when she asks herself, SS feels that her admiration for Linguang is actually more than love, so forget it.

After all, she came here to serve as cannon fodder, and at the same time, she used the fact that she and the tea seat had the same body to give the tea seat a special place in Linguang's heart.

'The object of the confession, no matter how you say it, is a bit special, right?Don't blame me for being mean, other guys. '

SS said silently in her heart, she is completely on the side of the teahouse, no matter what method she uses, as long as it is not excessive, because love is war.

"SS, I'm really sorry, I'm in a mess right now. In fact, I never thought that someone would confess to me about such a thing."

Seeing that SS didn't speak, Linguang was afraid that he might have made her sad, so he tried to chat with her.

"It's not that I hate you, it's just that I'm still unprepared for falling in love."

"Unprepared? How is it possible, Mingming Linguang, you are so good, has no one ever given you a love letter or something?"

SS couldn't believe it. From her point of view, whether it's the once-in-a-century golden tail or the handsome face, it's very attractive. It's hard for human beings to take their eyes off that golden hair, especially Ma Niang. Yes, they are more sensitive to this beauty.

What's more, Linguang is not a vase. He is knowledgeable, versatile in housework and minor repairs, and has a talent for running.

But with so many advantages, his personality is not arrogant, on the contrary he is helpful, gentle, amiable, and considerate. Where can I find such a perfect lover!

In SS's vision, Linguang's desk should be filled with love letters every day.

"Probably because I had to help the family when I was young, so I didn't go to school. In fact, I didn't know many people in my generation. I officially started to experience campus life after joining Kasamatsu Treisen."

Linguang turned the fire embarrassingly.

"But here...although everyone respects me very much, they seem to respect me too much, and at that time, I was so dedicated to participating in the competition that I probably scared many people, so I didn't say goodbye."

"That's true, sometimes it's unavoidable. What about joining Treyson?"

"In Central Treisen, it may be because I don't need to go to class, so there are fewer opportunities to meet other students. Training, part-time work, and competitions are already very busy."

"... Linguang is amazing."

"Tea seat?"

Linguang turned his head in surprise, the facial expression of the girl leaning beside her had undergone a huge change, instead of SS's toughness and maturity, she became shy and introverted.

"Well, SS said she went back first, but she can still hear the conversation."

"Really, then she confessed to me before..."

Linguang couldn't go on talking, the tea seat's shyness on his face could not even be covered by the campfire, the eyebrows that seemed to be whispering were more moving than the sunset.

Well, it seems that there is no need to ask, the tea house must have heard it from the beginning to the end.

The scene became quiet again, and the two fell into an inexplicable tacit atmosphere, thinking about what happened just now. The shadows of the two intersected each other under the illumination of the bonfire, and finally converged into a whole.

After a long time, the cafeteria spoke first.

"So after that, what will Linguang do?"

"what?"

"SS may be the first one, but she won't be the last one. If everyone comes to confess to Linguang in the future, what should we do?"

"I don't know, but..."

Linguang shook his head, SS's words were still echoing in his ears, Linguang was a little confused.

"I can only change it. I will try to understand the knowledge of love, and try to plan the confession into my future. Whether it is accepting or rejecting, I will give a definite response."

"That's good."

The tea seat smiled and said softly.

ps Linguang Raiders route open

ps2 My right shoulder is so sore, it’s hard to handle

Chapter 310 Four Sick

"Miss, there is a fire here that has just been extinguished for a while. It seems that there are other teams in front of us."

The old doctor skillfully poked the covered fire a few times. It was not about idleness, but looking for the remaining fire. If he could find it, it would be much easier to start the fire.

In the wild, lighters are not reliable. For safety and stability, flints are often carried.

But the fire efficiency of this thing, well...

"Oh, how lucky, it seems that the person who makes the fire knows how to preserve the fire. Miss, you go to the house first, and I will take care of the bonfire."

"Well, please excuse me."

Aldan nodded to her, and then walked to the hut with his assistant.

"Miss, this door is brand new. Judging by the contrast of the colors and the clarity of the lines, it definitely won't last more than a day."

"It should be put on by Linguang and the others. They seem to have obeyed the unwritten tradition."

Pushing open the wooden door, the inside is empty, but it is by no means deserted.Some places were covered with dust, but this was just not needed, the hall was enough, and it was full of life, even making Aldan feel warm.

Those who have had the experience of sleeping in a deserted house will know that the atmosphere in a deserted house is not much different from that of a cemetery.But as long as there are still people caring, the fireworks will be obvious.

"It's coming soon, and I should be able to catch up tomorrow, and the distance to the third rest area is very far, it should take two days."

Putting down the backpack and taking out the bedding, Aldan looked forward to tomorrow.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, several coughs broke the silence.

"Miss?"

The assistant immediately turned his head sensitively, Aldan helped his chest, smiled and shook his head at her.

"It's probably just a sore throat. I'm really tired from climbing these days. I'll rest early tonight."

…………

"Phew, it's too difficult here. Every time I come here, it's the most annoying place."

Tachyon wiped the slime from his hair in distaste, and Linguang and the others around him did the same.

"That lake land is really unbearable to me."

"Okay, let me wipe it for you, don't complain, don't expect it to be clean when you come out to explore."

Holding the towel in his hand, Linguang carefully wiped Tachyon's small ears, rubbed the back of the ear, then folded up a corner of the towel, held it up with his fingers, and explored along the ear wall, rotating and wiping the surroundings on the way.

"Mmm!"

Tachyon felt very itchy in his ears, and the itching spread like a virus, as if his heart was infected, and now he felt an unstoppable itching-like throbbing in his chest.

The ears on the top of the head were so flexible that they looked like extensions of the fingers, they bent slightly and fluttered and held Linguang's hand, as if he didn't want to let go.

"..."

Seeing this scene, the cafeteria froze when she originally wiped her hair quietly.

Looking at the towel that he put down slowly, and seeing Tachyon enjoying the comfortable service with a smile on his face, a kind of dark emotion welled up in his heart.

Tachyon was enjoying with her eyes closed, suddenly, she felt someone shaking her body, so she opened her eyes slightly to take a look.

'Ah, it's a cafe. '

I don't know if this sentence echoed in my heart, but she didn't react at all.

"It doesn't matter, I don't have time to worry about her, my ears are so comfortable, I feel sleepy..."

(angry!)

An angry "#" appeared on the teahouse's head, she leaned over unceremoniously, and sat down next to Tachyon.

"Linguang, I want to help too."

As he said that, the teahouse's ears trembled a few times, as if saying "Come and rua it".

"Hey!"

Tachyon's ears froze immediately, his drowsy look disappeared, and he looked at the teahouse in displeasure.

"I came first!"

"This kind of thing is not about first come first served."

"It's better to talk about wiping your hair!"

"&@￥...*&"

The two began to quarrel, as if they were glaring at each other, but only they could understand the meaning in their eyes.

"Oh, why are you arguing?"