my monster girlfriends

Yan Guilai himself didn't think it was a big deal, but in fact Yang Chun'er owed more and more... and then repeated the process of forgetting and knowing.

As for Yan Guilai himself, I actually feel like I have been lucky...Basically, every once in a while, maybe half a day, maybe a day, there will be a beautiful girl who seems to be unfamiliar, but who seems to have known each other, to come up and be a girl. Introduce yourself, and then somehow mix around yourself or something.

...seems to be clumsy.

Immortals are unhindered, heavenly maidens fall into the dust: NO.32 If a miracle (4)

Many times, some things appear quietly, such as the sun slowly rising, such as the gradual blooming of flower buds, such as Yang Chun'er's love for the return of swallows.

Different from the many males and females we have described, Yang Chuner's emotional journey is really too ordinary, so ordinary that it should not be described in detail. She is like the heroines in most ordinary love stories in the world. Feelings are like the morning glory on the way to school, or the grass growing alone in the corner.

If there is anything worth mentioning about this ordinary story, it must be the school celebration.

Different from other schools, Zhouyi College's school celebration is organized by the students themselves. The planning of activities, preparation of props, and selection of actors are all handled by the student union. will never interfere.

There are many disadvantages of this, because people like Bai Yin are a minority after all, and those students are still too immature, and often make all kinds of jokes; of course, there are also advantages, even if there are jokes about the things you do, it is still full Participation feels empathy.

As the leader of classical music in the school, Yang Chun'er was naturally recruited by the club. Not only that, the show was also put on the opening ceremony.

She doesn't care, she's not a stage fright monster at all, playing the guqin in front of the mirror at home is also playing, and playing the piano in the eyes of everyone is also playing, anyway, the people below are basically irrelevant human beings, even the types are different, there is no need Pay attention to those gazes, just treat them as tomatoes, potatoes, Chinese cabbage and the like.

It’s not that there are human beings who care, but based on Yang Chun’er’s understanding of a certain strong man, the programs he looks forward to most are joyful sketches and cross talks, and he has never been able to appreciate elegant ancient songs. Artistic bacteria...

Thinking of this, she became more and more self-pitying. Playing the piano at this time, she must be crying like Liang Zhu's [-]-year-old; suddenly gnashing her teeth angrily, such a top-notch girl is not as attractive as the cross talk between the two fat guys? ... If you come on stage with this mood, you will definitely be able to burst out the murderous ambush from ten sides, and startle the audience in a cold sweat.

When she was in a complicated mood, someone patted her on the shoulder.

As a girl of classical music, Yang Chun'er hates physical contact with strangers very much. The reason is probably that when she was not yet transformed, a slut in the strategy bureau often stretched out her big hand to touch her head... In human form, she has both senses of smell and hearing. Weakened, otherwise there is no possibility of being patted on the shoulder from behind.

"What's the matter?" She turned around, her voice cold.

The person who came was a human with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, thin and about the same height as Yang Chun'er. She had some impressions of this person, as if he belonged to the student union. She had seen her once before, and she should have forgotten her long ago.

"Student." The boy tried his best to show a handsome smile, but the facial features are there, but he is crowned like a monkey, "Let me introduce myself, I am..."

"Is it related to me?" Yang Chun'er asked coldly.

Such a shameless answer made the boy feel awkward. The corners of his eyes twitched, and his smile was slightly ugly. "Hey, this classmate, listen to me, I am..."

"So." Yang Chun'er repeated with the same tone, "Is it related to me?"

On the boy's side, after being interrupted one after another, there was an unknown fire.

... This is also one of the disadvantages of entrusting the school celebration to the students.Mental age is immature, and after a little achievement, the pride is beyond words. I feel that with my own talent, I can take on the great responsibility of the world. I used to be humble, but I didn't know that I had such ability...

Simply put, it is floating.

Like a third-rate villain, he raised the corners of his lips, and smiled on the surface, "I'm..." This is already a bullying tone.

Then, a big hand was placed on his shoulder: "Who are you?"

"...But it belongs to the student union!" The boy finished this sentence in a loud voice, then turned around, angrily - the voice who asked was obviously a man, but there was no need to keep a good face.

"What are you..."

That voice stopped abruptly.

"Ah, ah, I heard." Yan Guilai impatiently picked his ears, "Student union, then what?"

When he said this, he was carrying an iron rod with a length of 1.5 meters and a radius of 5 centimeters, which was probably made of building materials. Coupled with his height of nearly two meters, he was not only sturdy, but mighty. Before Wu Erlang passed Jingyanggang, he probably had this attitude.

The boy obviously also knew Yan Huihui, who often went to the student union to help, and knew that this was a sturdy figure comparable to a Siberian brown bear, and judging by his posture at this time, he seemed to be calling out without saying a word... The boy thought about it For half a second, I felt that I should not be as strong as the eye-catching white-fronted worm in Jingyanggang. Even if I did, the ending would not be much better, so my voice suddenly softened:

"Yan, Brother Yan, you are here too..."

"Yeah, isn't this a coincidence?" Yan Guilai chuckled, "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have bumped into you flirting with girls."

"What kind of flirting." The boy panicked, "This is called flirting... flirting."

"Since it's a strike-up, you should be clear. Since you've been rejected, you should stay away honestly, right?" Yan Guilai's voice became colder, "Oh, and you're from the student union... Who are you scaring Te Niang? Did you learn from Gao Yanei or Zhou Paipi? Bullying men and women? Do you want me to report to your president?"

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare." The boy knows how much the president admires this hero, and when the "pillow wind" blows, he is pushed down as fast as a pyramid schemer absconding with money, "I... ...I still have something to do, so let's go first."

...and left in a hurry.

Yan Gui came back and watched the man go away, snorted coldly, then turned her head and looked at Yang Chun'er.

——When looking over, Yang Chun'er was also looking at him.

Some kind of nostalgia, like deja vu eyes.

You've come to save me again... just like back then.

Don't look at Yan's back when he was released from the siege, he was full of big brother demeanor, like a big brother who is greeted by rows of younger brothers every time he comes out of prison, but at this time alone with the beautiful girl, the whole person looks like he hasn't talked to the girl for many years Programmer, all kinds of uncomfortable.

He scratched his head and coughed softly, "Don't mind, that kid just needs a beating..."

"Ah."

"I'll take care of him later on for you."

"it is good."

"...I'm moving things here, so let's go first?"

When Yang Chun'er heard this, a bleak smile appeared on his face.

With a tone as if she saw a tragedy destined to happen, she said softly:

"You don't remember me again?"

"Hmm? This...cough, I'm sorry, girl, I don't have a very good memory." Yan Guilai scratched her head in embarrassment, "May I ask who you are?"

Immortals are unhindered, heavenly maidens fall into the dust: NO.33 If a Miracle (Conclusion)

Yang Chun'er's eyes were very complicated, so complicated that until Yan Guilai was pulled out by her to accompany her to go to school at night, he didn't understand what kind of mood was hidden in that pretty face.

So I can't help but sigh that "the needle in the heart of a woman" is so damn right. Although Yang Chun'er has not been able to evolve from a "girl" to a "woman", she already has the three-point fire of the above sentence. Just a look It's all as complicated as a bald professor's advanced math class.

Although our elder brother Yan has no EQ, he still has a gentlemanly demeanor. Yang Chun'er asked "Can you go out with me?"

It's just a pity that I can't do the job I promised before, but it's not a big problem. Yan Guilai used his pitiful understanding of girls to predict that this girl is probably just scared for a while, so she needs a hunk like myself to accompany her out for a while. Take a trip, get a sense of security... When it is safe enough, I think it will be like another kind of latex product that is also very safe, throw it away after use, and it will not be too late to carry it when the time comes.

Even if he was really cheated on, and his work was delayed, that's okay, he came here to help his second child today, and when he was questioned tomorrow, he just replied "crawl".

As for the friendship between men, if you answer him one more word, the relationship is not strong enough.

When they first went out, there were bustling students everywhere, and an hour later it was the school celebration party. As long as there were people, the atmosphere was very lively. When they walked away, the people around gradually became less and the air became quieter.

Summer nights are short, at this time, the sky is still dark, and the heat is still rising. On the edge of the flower bed, the orange cat is lying next to the low bushes, resting with eyes closed; , falling with shadows, like finely shattered gold.

Yang Chun'er jumped onto the bench in the campus, spread her arms like a bird, and staggered forward.

She didn't take the initiative to speak, and of course Yan Guilai was so happy. He is not an eloquent person.

Yang Chun'er jumped onto the bench and walked on tiptoe. He looked over, and at this time, the girl was not wearing a conventional dress, but an ancient one, with smoked tulle, a plum blossom and white skirt, and a long tail. The pendulum dragged the ground, as if walking out of a picture.

These are the costumes for the performance, they are expensive, of course the society cannot afford them, and the student union naturally won't. Fortunately, Yang Chun'er is a demon herself, so she can't afford them, so she can't do it herself...

This year, Yang Chun'er, at least according to the school records, looks alike, too young to dare to look at Yan Hui.

Yang Chun'er noticed Yan Guilai's gaze, and the corners of her lips twitched:

"Thank you earlier."

"It's okay, it's easy to do." Yan Guilai waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just be more careful next time, you can easily get entangled if you wear such a beautiful dress and don't have a boyfriend."

"I told you, I don't have a boyfriend." Yang Chun'er said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yan Guilai said that, but she was thinking about what she said before?It seems that there is no need to lie to me. Is there something wrong with my mind recently...

"I want to ask." Yang Chun'er said, "Why do you always feel that I have a boyfriend?"

Yan Guilai was stunned: "Eh... because you are beautiful."

This is of course not a compliment, Yan Guilai has never flattered girls, the reason why he said this is just because it is true.

This sentence obviously satisfied Yang Chun'er, she jumped off the bench and smiled silently: "Thank you."

"By the way." Yan Guilai asked, "Look at your outfit, are you going to perform on stage later?"

"Well, I'm going to the opening ceremony."

"Hey, this is amazing, you are... a costume drama?"

Yang Chun'er shook her head: "It's Guqin, I'm wearing matching clothes." She tilted her head, "You can't let me dress like a high school girl in Sakurajima and play the Guqin, right?"

Yan Gui came back with a smile: "It's true, it's better to go with the package, the original soup turns into the original food."

He seemed to have found the rhythm of the conversation: "The guys in the student union are very strict in their selection. You can be selected for the opening ceremony. Your level is quite high, right?"

"It's okay." Yang Chun'er said reservedly - if she is the main body at this time, we can probably see a little tail raised up.

"Amazing." Yan Gui laughed at himself. "I can't do it. When I was young, I was selected by the teacher to show my talents on the stage. I sang a folk song, and I was kicked out halfway through."

Yang Chun'er covered her lips and smiled.

She asked: "What song do you want to hear? I can play it to you later." After a slight pause, "Take it as a thank you for just now."

"Ah?" Yan Guilai was dumbfounded, "I don't usually listen to songs..." In fact, his favorite song is called "Hero Song". If you don't know its tune, here are the lyrics at the beginning of the two sentences. He said: "The big river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky are connected to the Big Dipper..."

This song is indeed a classic, majestic and soul-stirring, but is it plausible for such a girl in ancient costume to play this song at the opening ceremony...

Yang Chun'er laughed silently again, her eyes were bright, as if containing the sunset light.

"Then I'll decide for myself?"

"Ah, this one doesn't need a rehearsal?"

"I do not need."

"you are awesome……"

"Then you must go to see it later." Yang Chun'er said, "You must go, don't forget."

"Okay, okay, I'm sure I'll join you." Yan Guilai patted his chest with his big hands, "A man, one spit and one nail."

Yang Chun'er smiled again, in the remaining glow, it was as beautiful as poetry.

——Then, the time was pushed to the party.

The curtain opened, and when Yang Chun'er walked out slowly holding her guqin, all the audience subconsciously stopped breathing. She was a peerless fairy, and every inch of her steps was like an ink painting.

Then, the strings trembled slowly.

The title of the song is "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

When the sound waves reverberated, in a corner below the stage, a man who was almost two meters away said in a low voice, "Why do I feel like she is looking at me?"

The brother next to him poured cold water mercilessly: "You're thinking about farting."

That night, after the opening ceremony, Yang Chun'er raised her eyebrows behind the stage, "How did you play?"

Yan Guilai gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely!"

He scratched his eyebrows, "By the way, I asked just now, but you still haven't answered... classmate, what's your name?"

When such a question came down... the pride and joy in Yang Chun'er's heart was suddenly replaced by the cold reality.

Like a faint flame, greets the downpour.

Really... Can't you just make me happy for a while?

That's right... What's the use of doing it again?Anyway, he can't remember you after all, can he?No matter what you say, what you do, what romance you experience, what touch... In the end, it will all become a sentence of "who are you", isn't it?

Or, so be it.

Give up this fruitless love, keep it, and seal it in your memory forever... In this way, at least it will never fade.

——In the heart of the girl, such thoughts floated up.

Then, she said.

"I'm Yang Chun'er." She smiled beautifully, "In the future, please don't forget it."

Yes, Yang Chun'er knows the ending of this story.

Everything she does is meaningless, she is clear.

This story was not going to have any happy ending, and she knew it, of course.

Knows better than anyone, anyone.

but.