When Ye Ze went home, Song Xuran was cooking.

Ye Zexin said that my brother is really a brother, and I haven't mistaken him for so many years! They are all suspected of having or suspected of having a girlfriend soon, and they are still thinking about coming back to cook for me.

He went to the kitchen and asked Song Xuran, what are you doing?

Song Xuran didn't raise his head and told him: "Grilled lamb chops." As he spoke, he took out the marinated lamb chops, placed them in a baking tray, skillfully brushed with chopsticks with a layer of sauce, sprinkled with cumin paprika and garlic cloves, and placed onion knots and sliced potatoes.

Ye Ze was so moved that he almost cried, and suddenly forgot about the goddess of the news department of the hot post on the forum. Since Song Xuran put the lamb chops in the oven, he has been going back and forth around the oven to smell the smell.

When Song Xuran cleaned up the kitchenware and countertops and turned around, Ye Ze was still squatting in front of the oven and peeking in through the translucent glass.

Song Xuran crossed his arms and leaned on the kitchen counter to look at him: "Look at it again, it won't be cooked by then." ”

"Oh." Ye Ze replied sullenly and stood up.

It is easier for lamb chops to be baked in the oven, but it is more laborious to marinate them in the early stage, Song Xuran generally does not like to cook them for him, and Ye Ze goes to the restaurant to eat, and he also feels that he does not do as well as Song Xuran.

Later, Ye Ze read a theory that the human stomach has a memory. He felt that the most memorable position of Lao Song in his body was his stomach.

Song Xuran secretly scolded him for not making a sound, and said after a while, "You don't have anything to say to me today?" ”

Ye Ze thought about it, suddenly realized, and handed the thousands of machines from his schoolbag into Song Xuran's hand, "Hehe" smiled: "Today's Double Ninth Festival, I specially bought you a gift from the supermarket for the Double Ninth Festival." ”

Song Xuran wanted to roll her eyes again. At a glance, you can know who is responsible for buying vegetables and cooking at home, and Ye Ze is a product who can't even buy eggs - whose supermarket will sell watches that look like this.

…… But he was still happy.

Song Xuran immediately opened the wooden box containing the watch outside, glanced at it, and then handed the watch over with his left hand: "Well, it's not bad, you put it on for me." ”

Ye Ze didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, he was afraid that Lao Song would not wear it, and there would be no protective effect. So honestly, without saying a word, untie the strap and fasten it tightly to Song Xuran.

Song Xuran withdrew his hand with satisfaction and began to look at the ceiling of the kitchen, and then Bang Ye came out of the kitchen: "You have nothing to do here, take the bowl and chopsticks, go out and wait to eat." ”

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Ye Ze turned on the computer after eating and drinking, and there was a copy of the resume of "his senior sister" that Gu Mingfeng had forged and sent to him in the email.

Ye Ze had told Gu Mingfeng in advance that his senior sister would not be able to leave the customs for at least five years, so even if he wanted his senior sister to appear, he still had to go through his master's secret method, and each appearance time could not be longer than thirty minutes, otherwise it would be exposed.

Gu Mingfeng said that there was no problem, the executive they mixed in before was himself an economist, and he would let him be directly in charge of Senior Sister Ye Ze, and then put someone of theirs in through the Mingzhu executive to be Ye Ze's assistant to cover his actions.

Ye Ze turned into the image of a priestess in the bedroom, and hurriedly changed the clothes he took from Gu Mingfeng, when he changed clothes, he always felt very embarrassed, and felt that every place on his body was not his own, but the fact was that except for the skeleton that was one size smaller, in fact, even after the transformation, every part of his body was his own - the perfect image of a priestess was actually a flat-chested girl.

Thinking of this, Ye Ze suddenly realized that something was wrong - when he first became a priestess, he would feel embarrassed and nervous every time, and then he gradually got used to it, and it was only now that he realized that even after the transformation, there didn't seem to be any more strange organs in his body, and there were no less strange organs.

Ye Ze stared blankly at his lower body, which he didn't dare to look at every time he transformed-well, it was still his familiar lower body. No wonder he hasn't felt anything strange all the time.

In other words, although he now has a girl face that he doesn't think will be misrecognized, he is still physiologically male.

Ye was shocked.

Sanbai slapped him with his wings with a calm face: "That's it, the main function of transformation is to make your physique closer to the physique of a priest who is good at casting spells, that appearance change is just a side effect, how can a person's internal physiological structure easily change frequently in a short period of time." ”

Ye wanted to cry without tears. But in the comics he read when he was a child, the main character could change from boy to girl for a while. No wonder the elementary school head teacher confiscated his comic books every day, it turned out that he would really teach bad children, he really thought he was a downright beautiful girl in that half an hour, and he was shy to try to avoid the contact between his hand and his body, and he felt embarrassed to hold his right hand with his left hand.

Sanbai looked at him in disbelief: "...... You just found out about this today? ”

Ye Ze nodded.

Sanbai exclaimed: "Ye Ze, as a human being, you are too dull, right?" ”

Ye Ze ignored him, standing in front of the mirror left and right to see if there was anything wrong - this was the first time he needed to use this identity to communicate and communicate with others, and he was really worried about revealing flaws.

At this time, Song Xuran pushed the door and came in: "What are you doing, the door is closed, and the curtains are drawn, and there is no light at all." ”

Ye Ze was full of food and drink, and remembered the gossip that Song Xuran had been spread on the campus forum today, so he asked him: "Do you think the journalism department is beautiful?" ”

He felt that this entry point was very tactful and safe, although he had never talked to Song Xuran about the topic of which girl around him was beautiful, but their dormitory would still talk about related content from time to time, so that Lao Song would not be troubled by prying eyes on his life, and he could share his love life with him as much as he wanted, and say as much as he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Song Xuran, who was cleaning up the bed, suddenly straightened up and turned to look at him: "Who is the flower of the Department of Journalism?" Do you like people? ”

Ye Ze: "...... You don't know who they are? ”

Song Xuran: "I only know that the Department of Finance is me." ”

Ye Ze choked for a while, and said hatefully: "Narcissist." ”

Song Xuran was a little surprised, a little puzzled, and a little aggrieved, but still calm and natural: "You still sued me, why did it become my narcissism again." ”

Ye Ze: "The flower of the Department of Journalism is Yun Meiyi, aren't you still studying with others today." ”

"Yes," Song Xuran naturally responded, "I met her at a meeting of the Youth League Committee. She wants to write a financial report, and she doesn't understand some professional knowledge so she asks me for help, what's wrong? ”

I don't understand what professional knowledge. The kind of professional knowledge used to write general financial news, it is really not possible to search casually on the Internet, and you can understand it by reading two reference books, why do you have to teach Song Xuran - besides, when Lao Song encountered this situation before, didn't he directly and kindly point out "which book you go to read" and "which website to check". Well, it may be that he is a layman who does not understand the world of his journalism classmates.

Ye Ze shook his head: "It's okay." "Lao Song has grown up, he should leave him his own space, and he can't get to the bottom of everything. Just like Li Wanwan called him two days ago and spit out his bitterness to him, saying that her best friend fell into a pit that she was particularly annoyed by, and she brushed on the homepage of Weibo every day, she felt that the boat of friendship was about to capsize, and she had a myocardial infarction and wanted to cry without tears.

Ye Ze said that you can tell her directly.

Li Wanwan: "You even have to care about what pit your friends like, how annoying." ”

Ye Ze silently read your world, I don't understand, and hung up the phone.

He didn't understand Li Wanwan, but he felt that the reasoning was similar.

He glanced at Song Xuran, pouted, and said, "It's okay." ”

Song Xuran sat on the bed and said, "Ye Jia, you really like her, and I won't introduce people to you." ”

Then he began to find reasons for himself to argue at length: "Your liking is just a momentary infatuation, it is a survival of the fittest instinct based on appearance, you have no deep contact with her, you don't know her...... At your age, it's easy to get confused and delusional...... So what's in your mind, it's best to tell me in time...... Trial and error are not terrible, but one cannot be an irresponsible person......"

Ye Ze sat beside Song Xuran with his ass, and thought a little darkly, let Lao Song hurry up and fall in love, which girl can stand the heart of an excellent thinker of an organization under his gentle and dignified and steady skin for more than a month, and he believes that this is true love.

Think about it this way, only you have true love for him. Ye Zemu thought with a wooden face, feeling that the rhythm of thinking was wrong, obviously he wanted to complain, but he ended up wrapping himself in.

The example of Song Xuran has been cited from the Qin Dynasty to the Republic of China.

At the moment when New China was established in Song Xuran's mouth, Ye Ze finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned over and pressed Song Xuran on top of him by force-since he found that his transformed body was still his own, and he acted unscrupulously. Then he propped himself up, looked at the other party's eyes, and said sincerely: "Old Song, I really don't like her, you see that she is not as good-looking as me." ”

When Song Xuran started Ye Ze's ideological work, he belonged to the kind of words that were clear and fast, soft and rigid, and the sound was full of emotion, and the water was murmuring and the breeze was slow, and he talked about such a long list, and half an hour had not passed.

Ye Ze was on a whim, approached him again, and almost put his nose on his nose and asked, "Old Song, do you think Sister Tiehua is beautiful or my priestess is beautiful?" ”

A pair of eyes flickered.

His face has changed a lot now, and his eyes are bigger than usual, but the look in his eyes has not changed.

Song Xuran slapped him away: "You change back first, and we'll discuss this issue later." ”