Wang Ming was a little confused, why did he misunderstand?

The poet looked at Wang Ming writing a bunch of question marks, and thought that when Han Jingshen pulled him out just now, the poet thought that he had to be beaten.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Han Jingshen asked him was:

"How can you tell she's slamming into her fawn?"

The poet was frightened for a long time, but he didn't expect Han Jingshen to ask such a sentence.

"Huh?" He was a little bit of a god for a while.

He looked at Han Jingshen worriedly, as if he wasn't angry.

At this time, Han Jingshen patiently opened the piece of paper, handed it to the poet, pointed to the last sentence and asked:

"How do you see she's scurrying like a fawn?"

"Oh oh oh!" The poet nervously sang three times in a row. That's what I asked.

"After you lay on the table just now, classmate Ji's face was flushed and shy, and that was the appearance of a deer."

Han Jing listened to the poet's words thoughtfully.

The poet looked at Han Jingshen very worriedly, what's wrong with the big guy?

Aren't the two already together?

How could this be the reaction?

At this time, the poet thought, could it be that the two people are not together at all, and are still in the stage of testing each other?

The poet felt that he was slowly getting closer to the truth.

Han Jingshen thought for a while at this time before asking:

"Are you sure you read that right?"

The psalmist feels that there is a saying that is true.

Those who can take the first grade test must have no problem with their IQ.

But why after such a thing, with a three-year-old?

There is only one reason, love makes people mentally retarded.

As a senior who thinks that he has "experienced a hundred battles" and has written love letters to countless people, the poet felt the need to guide Han Jingshen.

"Big guy, do you like classmate Ji?"

When Han Jingshen's gaze swept over, the poet felt that he was a little too talkative.

The poet's mind spun quickly, and he soon said:

"I can see that classmate Ji likes you, and now you two haven't picked it out, right? Let me tell you, as a person who has come over, you must not get used to girls. If you chase after their butts, they will be pretentious. So, you have to let them chase you so that you can subdue them, and they don't do that. ”

Han Jingshen felt that there was still some truth.

Ji Xiaofan is the kind of person who does it better than everyone else.

The poet watched Han Jing listen deeply, and continued:

"I used to chase girls too actively, so when we got along later, they didn't take me seriously at all. Therefore, now I understand a truth, if you want to take the initiative in the future relationship, you have to start from the root and find a way to make the other party confess. ”

Han Jingshen looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

"It's like classmate Ji, now anyone with a discerning eye can see that classmate Ji likes you, but you haven't confessed. What is missing is a fire, so that she has a sense of crisis, so that she thinks you are a sought-after product, and will take the first step to grab the hand to confess to you, and when the time comes, she will also cherish it extraordinarily. ”

Han Jingshen was moved when he heard the poet say that he cherished it extraordinarily.

Then, Han Jing thought of something.

"In case, her liking is just to treat me as a brother, or a classmate or something."

"It's okay, as long as you try it, you can try it, as soon as you come into contact with other girls, she is jealous, that is not a simple feeling, but by possessiveness, everything that is possessive is the love of men and women." The psalmist said with certainty.

(Xiao Fan is on the road with a forty-meter long knife.) ）

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