The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 89 Carelessness Leads to Loss of Nationality

Like a thorn in my back
Such as knuckles in the throat.

If Zhang Muchen were given a chance, he would never step into this movie theater.

Even though there was a beautiful girl to his right with a faint fragrance, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

A slender hand reached out from the side and pinched his waist hard.

Just now, the girl next to Zhang Muchen wanted to add him on WeChat, but before Zhang Muchen could respond, a sharp pain shot through his lower back.

hiss~
Zhang Muchen grimaced.

After pinching him, Liu Wuyang's hand was still pressed against Zhang Muchen's waist.

Zhang Muchen was sweating profusely.

"Can I add you on WeChat?"

The girl beside her was still not giving up.

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Zhang Muchen felt Liu Wuyang's cold gaze.

Oh no, my jealous friend is really jealous.

The girl looked at Zhang Muchen strangely, who didn't reply to a single word.

This guy is so aloof.

The beautiful woman next to him probably isn't his girlfriend, right? They don't seem to be interacting at all...

The girl glanced a few more times at Zhang Muchen, who was sitting upright and looking straight ahead.

Wow, he's so aloof.

I like cool and aloof guys!
Zhang Muchen, the Minion, is sweating.

Sister, can't you see the hand on my waist?
If you say another word to me, I'm about to explode.

"Hello, I'd like to add you." The girl decided to be brave one more time.

Shut up, girl!
In a flash, Zhang Muchen came up with a brilliant idea.

"Private Marseille, red bean paste private Marseille. I don't understand Chinese, damn it."

girl:"."

Zhang Muchen spoke very quickly, almost like he was rapping. The girl's brain seemed to process it for a while, and she was still a little confused.

Japanese?
American?
Korean?
Could he be a hybrid?
The girl blinked. Although she didn't quite understand Zhang Muchen's words, the phrase "private Marseille" was very clear to her.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The girl seemed to be trying to break the silence, and after a moment of hesitation, she managed to utter:
"Do you have WeChat? Need help?"

"puff--"

Liu Wuyang couldn't hold it in and sprayed a mouthful of cola onto the ground.

Zhang Muchen almost lost his composure as well.

Fortunately, he had received professional training and wouldn't laugh no matter how funny it was.

Liu Wuyang's shoulders trembled, and a low giggling sound came from the side.

Zhang Muchen glanced at her helplessly, but before he could speak, Liu Wuyang suddenly pinched the flesh on Zhang Muchen's waist hard with her right hand.

hiss~
Zhang Muchen's face contorted instantly, the excruciating pain almost making him scream.

Fuck...

Liu Wuyang's smile gradually turned upward, and the force in her hands became heavier and heavier.

Holy crap! If you're going to try not to laugh, pinch yourself!

Why the hell are you pinching me?!
Zhang Muchen was mentally devastated, but gritted her teeth and persevered.

Thirty seconds later, Liu Wuyang finally stopped laughing, but Zhang Muchen was already numb.

Vinegar Darling, you're now on my movie-watching blacklist.

Zhang Muchen's eyes were filled with resentment.

The girl beside him was still waiting for Zhang Muchen's response. Seeing that he remained silent, the girl thought there was a problem with her communication and was about to say a few more words.

Zhang Muchen was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.

Girl, if you say another word, I'm going to lose a piece of my flesh...

Zhang Muchen quickly turned his head, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and handed it to Liu Wuyang, saying, "Mwah, mmm."

Liu Wuyang paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes slightly. She picked up a piece of popcorn with her slender, white hand, slowly placed it between her rosy lips, and chewed it delicately.

The girl felt a little disappointed when she saw Zhang Muchen handing popcorn to the beautiful woman in black stockings next to him.

"So the beautiful woman next to that handsome Japanese guy is his girlfriend..."

The girl silently looked away from her phone. Zhang Muchen breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little resentful.

Damn it, I lost my nationality just for watching a movie.

……

The plot on screen is halfway through, but Zhang Muchen is bored out of his mind.

A domestically produced youth romance film.

Who understands the sheer amount of excrement in those eight characters?
Even if the eighth brother comes, he has to exclaim how abundant the feast is.

However, this kind of movie still has an audience. The girl next to me had already started silently shedding small pearls.

Okay, it looks like someone who has been hurt before.

Your brother Chen specifically takes in heartbroken high school girls, but not delinquent girls.

Zhang Muchen sat upright. Liu Wuyang's hand was still on her waist.

He dared not act recklessly.

I glanced at the plot again silently; Zhang Muchen died from the poison.

Fighting, love triangles, abortion.

It has all five poisonous creatures.

Are Chinese films limited to these three tricks and can't they make anything else?
The protagonist is in pain here and there every day, he's in pain all over.

Nima.

It's just that I didn't do enough of the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" practice books.

After doing it too much, nothing else hurts anymore, except my head.

Zhang Muchen felt her youth had been flamboyant enough. But compared to the characters in the movies, those characters were already having children.

These old-timers are screenwriters, did they study in Japan?
What about the policies regarding the declining birth rate?

However, although Zhang Muchen dislikes these kinds of domestic films, there aren't many good ones showing in the current release schedule.

Especially for those ambiguous little dates with Sister Yang, youth romance movies are the most suitable.

On screen, the male and female leads are running in the rain, exchanging ambiguous lines. The background music is so sentimental it gives you goosebumps.

Bored, Zhang Muchen reached out and touched the popcorn bucket on Liu Wuyang's lap, grabbed a handful, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

Liu Wuyang turned her head and looked at Zhang Muchen's bored expression, then suddenly whispered, "What's wrong? Not interested in the plot?"

"What a stupid plot." Zhang Muchen made no attempt to hide his disgust.

Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow: "You've never chased a girl in the rain?"

Zhang Muchen: "I only follow the God of Wealth."

"..."

Liu Wuyang's beautiful eyes swept over Zhang Muchen, and she asked casually, "So what do you think youth should be like?"

"I don't know about other people's youth, but mine was..."

Zhang Muchen's eyes crinkled into a smile, and he suddenly leaned close to Liu Wuyang's ear, lowering his voice: "My youth was about flying to the capital to watch movies with my teacher."

The warm breath brushed past her ear, and Liu Wuyang blushed instantly, her body stiffening involuntarily.

She subconsciously shrank back.

This naughty student even blew air into his own ear!

"you……"

Liu Wuyang withdrew, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

It possesses both a blushing shyness and a clear calmness.

She said softly, "I told you, I resigned, I'm no longer a teacher."

Zhang Muchen stared at her, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, you're my teacher for life, that's what I said."

After saying that, he leaned close to Liu Wuyang's ear, whispering like a devil, with a provocative air.

"You're right, aren't you, teacher?"

Liu Wuyang paused, her face instantly turning rosy, even her ears turning a light pink.

She bit her lip, trying to glare back with a cold look, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

The two exchanged pleasantries, creating an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere.

The girl next to her cried even harder...

……

(End of this chapter)