"So what? How's it going? Yi Cheng asked cautiously.

"It's completely dead."

The goddess of literature said expressionlessly.

She watched Yu Heng walk away, her eyes were quite complicated.

Yi Cheng didn't quite know whether she was talking about Yu Heng or Mo Xiaotian.

Or both.

Wait a minute.

Yi Cheng suddenly realized a terrible thing-

The goddess of literature seemed to know what was going on with Mo Xiaotian.

No, it is possible that she deduced it through Yu Heng's reaction and scene connection, otherwise there would be no way to explain what happened when she jumped into the pool last time.

Yi Cheng began to think about the relationship between Mo Xiaotian and the goddess of literature-

He used to regard Mo Xiaotian and the goddess of literature as a whole, so the rise and fall of the favorability value was also judged according to whether Mo Xiaotian was happy or not.

But what if that's not the case?

If Mo Xiaotian and the goddess of literature are two different individuals......

He looked at the goddess of literature with suspicious eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The goddess of literature gave him an angry look.

"No, nothing."

Yi Cheng avoided her sharp gaze and continued to think.

Mo Xiaotian and the goddess of literature are both smart people, and they will definitely make some kind of agreement in order to avoid the urgent things that happen later.

Just like in "Your Name", maybe two people leave a message in their respective time periods, waiting for another personality to take over.

That makes sense.

So in the communication with Yu Heng, although there was a personality switch, there was no flaw.

"Huh? Wait a minute. Yi Cheng pointed to the goddess of literature suspiciously, "You took over later, right?" I think the first half should be Mo Xiaotian. ”

The goddess of literature glanced at him unpleasantly, "So what's the problem?" ”

"Then did you refuse or did Mo Xiaotian refuse?"

Yi Cheng suddenly became a little nervous when he saw what had just happened.

This guy won't be in charge of others and refuse, right?

"She refused." The goddess of literature pouted, "At least we agreed on this point. ”

"Well, that's a little bit better."

Hey, agree.

Yi Cheng accurately captured this information.

This sentence proves his speculation about the exchange of information between the two to some extent.

What about favorability?

Is it according to Mo Xiaotian, or is it according to the goddess of literature?

Yi Cheng gritted his teeth, feeling that it was even more difficult than solving a math problem.

The hardest thing to judge is that-

In the end, whether they show the same as their hearts.

Many times it seems that Mo Xiaotian is very happy, but his favorability has decreased.

She behaved sadly, but her favorability increased.

And the goddess behaved angrily, and as a result, the opinion value increased, and she still acted angry, and as a result, the opinion value went down again.

Difficult.

It's hard.

Yi Cheng shook his head.

"Class is over." The goddess of literature reminded softly.

"Huh?!"

it! Only then did Yi Cheng react, he actually delayed a whole physics class in order to accompany Mo Xiaotian out to relax.

Lao Du didn't know what to think of him anymore.

"What should I do, do you go back, or just wait for the end of class for us to have lunch?" The goddess of literature touches her belly.

Seeing her movements, Yi Cheng suddenly remembered something.

"I've got some snacks here, would you like to try some?"

Hearing his words, the goddess of mathematics, who was sitting in his pocket, raised her head vigilantly.

She circled her arms and held a few Dream Fruits tightly in her hands.

"Don't."

The goddess of literature decisively rejected him.

Gong Sinan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"You can try it."

Yi Cheng put his finger in his pocket, but was met with stubborn resistance from the goddess of mathematics.

He finally pulled out a dream fruit and shook it in front of the eyes of the goddess of literature.

"This dream fruit, but you can't eat it in reality."

Hum.

This bad silver.

Gong Sinan pouted angrily.

"No......" The goddess of literature suddenly hesitated when she saw the pitiful dream fruit and the burst of fragrance that came out of it.

"I'll try one."

……

The two sat down on the grass and waited for the bell to end.

The goddess of literature was eating the dream fruit, and the corners of her mouth trembled.

Yi Cheng guessed she was probably laughing.

This dead tsundere.

He said no, but he ate quickly.

Seeing that she finished eating one, Yi Cheng picked up another one and handed it to her.

"Actually, I don't like it that much." The goddess of literature looked ahead without squinting, "It's just that it's really boring to wait for the end of class." ”

She put the dream fruit in her mouth and took a small bite.

Another small bite.

Nope.

Yi Cheng handed over another one.

The opinion value in the system panel has not risen or decreased.

Maybe it's past the novice period.

Next time, I invite Mo Xiaotian to eat fish at home.

The level of the goddess of literature can't be raised, and to be honest, Yi Cheng is also quite sad.

He also wants to quickly obtain the literature learning skill lv2, so that he can fight his way out in the next monthly exam.

"You promised to write me an exchange poem."

It was at this moment that a word floated from between the goddess's teeth.

"What?" Yi Cheng was taken aback.

"During recess." The goddess of literature looked ahead, never looking at him squarely, "You handed me a love letter and said, 'It's time for me to write you a poem]."

"That's just a casual remark to save the day, right?" Yi Cheng looked at her bitterly.

"No, not for me."

The goddess of literature said with a blank face, "I take literature very seriously. ”

Mommy.

Yi Cheng was a little messy.

"But, I told Mo Xiaotian at that time, right?" Yi Cheng leaned forward and looked at her side face, "If you want to write, you will write to Mo ......"

"No, don't."

The goddess interrupted him.

"That's a poem written to me, and I'll write it back to you as well." The goddess of literature hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes covered with a layer of fog, "Don't let her know about this." ”

No way?!

Yi Cheng's heart hurts.

He couldn't see a hint of amusement on the goddess's face.

It's over, it's over.

What he is most afraid of in his life is to write essays, and he can't even write an 800-word essay, you actually ask me to write poetry?!

You know, I've exhausted all my strength to be able to do two shifts a day.

……

"I'll send the blades." The goddess of literature said the terrible words with a calm face, "If I don't receive it on time." ”

Damn it.

Damn, damn!

Yi Cheng beat his chest inwardly.

"Wait," he looked at her suspiciously, "you said don't let Mo Xiaotian know, but how do I know when to send it to you?" ”

You must know that the bodies of two people are the same.

"Cipher."

"What the hell?"

"If you want to confirm if it's me, just send a sentence first-

What's the weather like today. ”

"And then?"

"If I go back, there is no rain or shine, then it will be me." The goddess patted her ass and stood up, "Alright, it's time to eat." ”

……