"How is it possible! Why!" Ye Ruohua lowered her ears and muttered on the back of the chair, "It's obvious that he took advantage of me...... He took advantage of my friend's downturn to get in, and he was the one who should be responsible. ”

"I don't know where they've come, but I think it makes sense. Mo Meng said vaguely with a spoon in her mouth, "It's all tacit, and boys have begun to pay attention to girls very early, so they should really take the initiative." ”

"That's it!" Ye Ruohua nodded meaningfully.

"And even though nothing happened, we slept together, and it felt as disgusting as if the man had come to say 'we're still good friends' after entering the cave room. Mo Meng fed her a bite of cake, "It's clear that I'm all kinds of uneasy because of waiting, but the other party still seems to be casual, which is also very annoying." ”

"That's it, that's it!" Ye Ruohua's face was full of joy to find her soulmate.

"A big man asked the girl to speak first, and he didn't know how to be ashamed!" I don't know if I followed the topic and remembered a boy who rejected him on the tide cliff, Mo Meng also became more and more angry the more he spoke, "Obviously, this girl likes him super super much, and she kisses her, and she promises to die!"

In another room, Yang Haohui suddenly sneezed.

"That's it, that's it, it's too irresponsible, isn't it!" When it came to the rise, Ye Ruohua didn't care about the topic, and deviated slightly, and echoed in a loud voice, "Obviously, my friend's dream lover must be a handsome guy who can ride a flying dragon to save her!

The original discussion gradually turned into a verbal and written criticism of the two girls, until the two complained that they were tired and consciously fell silent. Ye Ruohua and Mo Meng looked at each other and sighed in unison.

"Mengmeng, how do you make boys take the initiative?" Ye Ruohua remembered the original topic, and lowered her ears again.

"I won't tell you Sister Ye, I want to know more than you do......" Mo Meng grinned helplessly, she pondered for a moment and then said, "If you ...... That friend of yours really likes Feng Haogeng, take the initiative, and it's okay to ......"

......

"Why should I take the initiative? Uncle Ben can look at the chopping board, that's her blessing, okay!" Feng Haogeng strained his face.

"Isn't it your friend?" Yang Haohui wondered.

"Ah, right...... It's not the point!" Feng Haogen scratched his face unhappily and said hesitantly, "Let my friend say it first, more...... What a shame. ”

"Wouldn't it be very shameless? In the relationship between the sexes, it is the norm for the man to take the initiative to express his pursuit. Yang Haohui said.

"Which idiot prescribes?"

"Don't say it's true, it's written in the book. Male ...... in ancient times No, in the 'beginning' period, due to the strength of the physical strength compared to the female, that is, the party in the family responsible for hunting prey, the bloodline is born more aggressive and aggressive than the female. And this aggression extends to men and women, that is, most men will take the initiative to pursue the women they like, which can be described as a different kind of 'hunting'. Yang Haohui translated the ideas from a book he had read called "The Selfish Gene" into the Tianyuan Realm version, "This can also explain why men are higher than women, and the information factors in the bloodline will promote men to have stronger reproduction." ”

Factor ...... Bloodline?" Feng Haogeng's mind was confused, "What do you want to say, cook?"

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that there is no shame in men being in the active relationship between the sexes. It's nature, and it's as normal as eating and drinking. Yang Haohui said, "To put it more simply, if there is no hidden reason that you can't be together, I think your friends should take the initiative." Most girls will remain reserved, and the man needs to take the initiative to pierce this layer of window paper. ”

Feng Haogeng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Cook, have you chased the girl?"

"Hmm...... Probably not, I don't remember. Yang Haohui wanted to tell the truth, but after thinking about it, he changed his words.

This question is quite difficult to answer, not to mention the false amnesia that may expose you, and the truth is not an outlet that can be said much. I chased a girl named Fang Xinyu, and I specially prepared the blue enchantress...... Alas, you asked, later, I discounted her current boyfriend's hand, alas!

Although he didn't see Feng Haogeng's desire to cover up, he could also delicately feel that his "friend" must be interested in the girl now. It's like Mo Meng is in him, everyone needs to be pushed at the fork in the road they choose.

"Anyway, I'll keep my point of view, tell your friend not to think about letting the other person speak first, the boy should take the initiative at this moment. Yang Haohui got up and patted Feng Haogeng on the shoulder, "Someone told me that the feelings that are not expressed are nothing but to be brought into the grave and smelly, so just tell that friend." ”

The conversation between the two sides lasted about fifteen minutes, and finally Lan Borou and Han Shihao, who had packed their luggage, entered the door and interrupted the unnutritious consultation. The two parties met in the corridor, Ye Ruohua and Feng Haogeng glanced at each other tacitly, snorted and said Don't turn their heads, and they were each comprehended by Lan Bo Rou and Han Shihao.

Yang Haohui and Mo Meng looked at each other in the corridor alone, and their expressions were very subtle.

"You probably can't imagine what Feng Haogeng asked me just now. Yang Haohui said.

"'There's a friend', isn't it?" Mo Meng shrugged, "According to your words, there is a big tsundere who has annoyed me for a long time just now. ”

"Tsundere?"

"Ah, Brother Yang, don't ask, the girl's secret. Mo Meng sealed her lips and made a silence.

"Oh. Yang Haohui nodded, and asked again, "It's a holiday, aren't you leaving?"

"My dad is a busy man, Brother Yang, you should understand. There was still no one when I went back, and this time even the fire went out on a mission. Mo Meng smiled, "Besides, I won't have a chance to confess when I go back this time, so I'm going to stay in the school palace." ”

"It's hard work, and it's not easy to be a big lady. Yang Haohui said.

"What about you, do you have any plans?" Mo Meng asked.

"I don't have any ideas, probably cultivation. Don't look at the calm now, you must always guard against the shadow martial arts, and the time that the principal helped me fight for with the exchange competition can't be wasted. Yang Haohui said, "I have figured it out now, if I want to return to the original world." The future battle with Yingwu is certain, and now we must hurry up to improve our strength. ”

"It's been a busy semester, and it's rare to take a break. Mo Meng frowned, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "Since we're all fine, let's go on a trip again." ”

"Excuse me, I don't want to be Feng Haogeng, not to mention why go out to find guilt on a hot day?" Yang Haohui vaguely remembered that he had sworn that "if he travels with Mo Meng again, he will be Feng Haogeng", waved his hand and turned around and walked towards the stairs on the first floor, "I'll go and make lunch in advance first, you can just eat with the babbling, I'm going to practice Yuan Technique in the training room." ”

"Alas, Brother Yang, you are so boring. Play and play, let's play, let's play, play first, and then come back to practice. Mo Meng pouted.

Yang Haohui didn't look back, but immediately there was a voice behind Mo Meng's earnest inducement.

"Little babbling, do you want to travel with your parents?"

"Mom, what is travel?"

"It's just to see beautiful scenery, play fun things, and eat delicious food. ”

"Babbling wants to go!"

"But Dad ignored Mom, and Mom couldn't go with her babblers. ”

"Why Mom, did you do something wrong?"

"Babbling didn't do anything wrong, it's mom who is bad, dad doesn't want mom and babbling......"

"Babble, don't, babble, I want to travel with my parents!"

In the end, Yang Haohui turned back without saying a word.

"Where do you want to go?" Yang Haohui sighed and chose to give in.

"Babble, it's not me for our daughter to want to travel. Mo Meng grinned and rubbed her babbling head.

Yang Haohui looked at the babbling, and when it was the little guy's turn to make an idea, she didn't know what to say. In the final analysis, she has no concept of travel, and her impulsive saying that she wants to travel is just the result of Mo Meng's bad behavior.

But she covered her little brain and thought for a long time, her big gray eyes suddenly lit up, and she really said a place: "Dad, I want to go to see the sea!"

Yang Haohui was shocked into a cold sweat and immediately refused: "Absolutely not!"

It's not that he is against taking babbling out to play, it's just that no matter how this girl picks, Yang Haohui will never let her get close to a place with a sea. Because of the prophetic dream he had had, on the cliff of Tingchao, he pierced the babbling dream with his own hand.

He didn't hide this, and in his spare time, he also consulted Qianji, who also had the emperor's spirit.

Based on the experience of the principal, prophetic dreams are not a reality that is destined to come true in the future. On the one hand, the possible situation is similar to his own wedding dream, and what he has a premonition is not a real wedding with Mo Meng, but a chaotic mirror flower attack. After all, dreaming rather than experiencing it firsthand, no one knows what the specific situation will be when the dream comes. Another bell may not happen at all, for example, Qianji has dreamed of his hair more than once, and he has only stayed at a good wish. Of course, Yang Haohui always felt that the dream of Qianji was not a prediction, but he was thinking about it every day.

Although Yang Haohui's current courage is the highest level of Emperor Spirit, after all, it is only an untrained state of initial awakening, and it is not strong. I've heard that Qianji said that the prophetic dream is the embodiment of the emperor's courage and his failure to master the power.,The stronger the courage, the lower the frequency of dreaming.,But the higher the accuracy.。 On the contrary, in other words, his current prophetic dream actually does not have much reference value and accuracy.

But Rao is so Yang Haohui still has a strict attitude of preferring to kill mistakes and never let go, and has always forbidden babbling to approach any form of water source. Recently, the heat has been unbearable, and I have tried to swim in a small river several meters long several times, but I have not been able to do so.

"But Daddy, I want to see ......"

"No, it's not good!, how can you make an appointment with me for three chapters?" Yang Haohui wrinkled his brows, "Don't go near a place with water, otherwise you won't want to have candy to eat in the future." ”

Babbling was rarely rejected by Yang Haohui with such words, and lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his skirt aggrievedly. Mo Meng, who was also in the know, squatted down and whispered comfort, baring her teeth at Yang Haohui: "After all, don't murder her." ”

"It's not the first time, and I don't know what's going on lately, and I always want to see the sea, and I don't know where I learned it. Yang Haohui pulled Mo Meng aside and whispered, "The truth can't be said clearly, it will scare her." So I had to be a little fierce, although it was just a dream, but it's always good to be careful. ”

"Isn't your dream listening to the tide cliff? It's good not to go there, I'm looking at it. Mo Meng obviously had a plan already in place, "Last vacation, didn't you have a place you wanted to go to but couldn't go? ”

Yang Haohui was stunned for a moment: "You mean ......?"

"It's time for you to say hello, they're all home. Mo Meng took out a communication snail from the travel ring and grinned, "Let's go, you should go back and have a look." ”

On the morning of August 13, 619 in the Yuan calendar, after three days of hurrying, Yang Haohui and Mo Meng led the babbling out of the carriage.

After leaving the school palace, there was naturally no need to wear school uniforms again, Mo Meng and Babble changed into white silk off-the-shoulder short skirts with one size and one small, and each wore a straw hat on their heads. Yang Haohui changed into his long-unseen medieval Baina suit, and the leather rope was firmly tied around his waist.

The three of them looked up together at the towering wooden fence on the hill not far away, the tiled blue sky was as clear as glass, and the speckled sunlight was shining warmly through the tree cover.

A small town on the edge of the Western Metaverse, Nordra.

For some reason, Yang Haohui unexpectedly did not get motion sickness this time. He walked to the entrance of the town with Mo Meng and Babbling, greeted the two doormen, and walked straight in.

Counting the time, it's been exactly a year

To be continued