Vol 2 Chapter 132: : Young Master Gu's Love Act 2

Lu Han put the andrology examination sheet in front of his eyes and squinted to take a closer look.
"VIP ward, check man--" Before he read a few words, Munan leaped up and pulled the checklist in Lu Han's hand over, slamming it into scum and stuffing it into his trouser pocket.
Nima... if she let the whole school know about her "too young" disease, she wouldn't want to hang out in Shenghua, and she wouldn't have a place to put her face.
A series of actions in Mu Xiaonan's children's shoes flowed smoothly, and Lu Han hadn't reacted yet, and was dumbfounded, looking at Mu Nan's suspected blushing face suspiciously.
"What is this, Munan, your kid looks so nervous." Lu Han has never seen Munan blushing in her eight lifetimes. He only thinks that her face is so cute and cute, especially beautiful. Lu Han couldn't help taking another look, and found that Munan had returned to his original state, and nothing happened.
Munan clenched his fist with his fingers, put a dry cough on his mouth, and cleared his throat and said, "It's okay. Master, he has been unwell recently. I helped him contact the doctor. This is the diagnosis sheet."
"Ze--" Lu Han was still in the hazy state of just waking up, and stared blankly at Gu Yuze, "Are you sick?"
Gu Yuze: "No."
Lu Han nodded vaguely, and suddenly remembered that the checklist seemed to have the word "male subjects" on it. A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, his eyes widened, and he looked at Gu Yuze strangely.
Could it be... something went wrong with Ze?
However, Lu Han is a very outspoken person, often unable to hide the turbulent emotions in his heart, so he can say what he has. The way to express surprise was to poke Gu Yuze up to the sky and shout: "Ze! You actually went to see andrology?!"
Then Lu Han realized that he had said something wrong, and suddenly covered his mouth, leaving a pair of watery eyes.
The sound was particularly loud, and the whole class swept back, and the small electronic screen in the professor's hand slammed on the desk.
What did you just hear?
Master Gu-go to see andrology? All of a sudden, every classmate made up an encyclopedia of cause and effect in his mind.
Gu Yuze's face can no longer be described as cold.
Munan raised his eyes sighfully. Oh, the weather is so good today. The colorful begonias bloomed all over the wall, and Munan deliberately ignored the pin-piercing gaze behind him.
After school in the afternoon, Munan noticed the strange gazes around him all the way.
The roar of Lu Han directly shattered everyone's gossip nerves.
The students didn't dare to point to each other, and only communicated secretly in small corners. For a time, Shenghua College was turbulent, and the communication between people was deepened.
Men are most afraid of losing face. Gu Yuze's misunderstanding was deep enough, enough for the masses of the college to digest gossip for half a year.

At night, the blue sky house.
Munan held back a smile, Pi Dian Pi Dian brought Zhang Ma's newly stewed seaweed soup to the table, and thoughtfully scooped a bowl of fragrant seaweed soup for Gu Yuze.
"The schoolmates are not sensible, listening to the wind is rain, Master, you are definitely not the kind of person who easily surrenders to public opinion~" Munan sneered dogmatically, and secretly glanced at Gu Yuze's black face.
I have to say that every school has a group of gossip students, like Gu Yuze, a big man who can shock the college by sneezing, attracting everyone's attention anytime and anywhere.
The shocking gossip of "Looking at Andrology" naturally spread smoothly.
Mu Nan moved the world in a big way and successfully diverted the attention of the world. Gu Daaojiao didn't give her a good face all day.
Just as Zhang Ma drove Caucasus out of the kitchen, she happened to see Gu Yuze, whose face was uncertain on the table, and hurriedly walked over and asked, "Master, this soup tastes wrong? Would you like Zhang Ma to make some other soup."
Munan rushed to reply to Gu Yuze, eyebrows crooked: "The young master was misunderstood by the evil gangster today, and his mood is not very good. Zhang Ma, the soup you stewed is delicious, there is no problem at all. The main reason is the mentality of the young master. "
When he said this, Munan almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and he almost suffered internal injuries.
Madam Zhang was full of questions: "Misunderstanding? What happened?"
"This," Munan squinted his eyes with a grin, remembering what happened during the day, "During class today—"
"Mother Zhang, the seaweed soup tastes weak, you go to the kitchen to add some salt." Gu Yuze suddenly stopped Munan from speaking with a cold voice, Zhang Ma froze and walked to the kitchen with the soup bowl ignorantly.
When she was halfway there, Zhang Ma suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the dining table.
Zhang Ma turned her head to look, but saw Gu Yuze with a cold face, holding Munan's cheeks with both hands, Mu Nan drew away with a grin. When the two of you came, I almost started a fight, but Munan couldn't help but chuckled. The two looked more like a fight, and the conversation between the two was extremely relaxed and lively...
"I really don't blame me for this. If you don't do that code, I won't pour dirty water on you."
"You still have reason to slander Ben Shao's reputation?"
"Cough cough, don't put your hands indiscriminately, anyway, if you dare to force me to check, I will be more and more confused. If you can fix your reputation, it will be corrupted in my hands~"
"Hmph, you can corrupt Ben Shao's reputation. How to punish you now, say it yourself."
"How about—I clean the toilet and take a shower for you?"
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"Don't think about it. After a week, the inspections that should be done must be done."
"Fuck, I'm not sick to check a woolen yarn! I won't go or go! You don't want to kill the human desire~"
"Just tie it up, I must tie you away!"
Zhang Ma watched the two toss around the dining table, coming and going, the lighting was soft, and the Begonia rose flower arrangement on the dining table was quiet and graceful. Looking at it, the figures of Gu Yuze and Munan actually blended with the scenery, and there was a kind of quiet time. Illusion.
Ma Zhang's shrewd old eyes, who saw everything, smiled and nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the relationship between Young Master and Xiao Nan is getting better and better.

In autumn, the sycamore leaves turn yellow, and the ginkgo fruit slowly grows blue. The days pass quietly in the pages of Munan's diary. There is a little wave of waves in the calm and quiet, and the bumps are steadily moving forward.
Mu Xiaonan's children's shoes have had a lot of trouble recently.
For example, Gu Yuze, no matter what happens, she will be asked to do the so-called male examination. Munan couldn't wait to announce loudly to his ears: Look clearly, Old Paper is a woman, and is undergoing an andrological examination of wool.
For example, in Baishan, this cold-faced vampire appeared in Shenghua Academy, as if he was a theaterman, wandering beside Munan. Munan couldn't get rid of it, so he had to strike him with the eyes of killing pigs again and again.
For example, Bai Ruyun... Since meeting that day, Munan has always thought that he would suffer some retaliation from Bai Ruyun. As a result, after waiting for more than half a month, he never said revenge, and even a cockroach with a revengeful nature never appeared.
Even when she occasionally encountered Bai Ruyun, she also maintained a gentle and elegant posture, nodding slightly, as if Bai Ruyun that was almost crazy that day was just a nightmare caused by Munan's brain disorder.
The most normal is Jiangcheng brother. Munan’s favorite day is to stay in the infirmary and drink lemon tea happily. The sweet and sour drinks fall in the stomach, as if all the troubles are gone, come back again. There was pure worry-free time.
Another phenomenon is particularly strange. Munan discovered that Lin Qingyu seemed to talk to her more frequently recently. Lin Qingyu was originally the kind of person who was taciturn and coldly rejected people thousands of miles away. Munan talked to him without knowing why, as if there was no barrier, she could always talk to him easily.
For example, one afternoon, the young slave of Munan ran errands for Gu Yuze again, trekking through mountains and rivers to the bell tower to find his special custom-made wristband.
The weather was fine, and the clear blue sky passed by the white pigeons, cooing and flying over the classical and elegant dome of the clock tower.
Munan hilariously climbed upstairs and hurriedly opened the door of the bell tower room. Fei Ye seemed to pull a few toilet paper from the table and put it on his arm.
"Fuck, these pigeons are all picking people to shed manure?" Munan looked at his coat disgustedly, and a small group of white pigeon dung was stained on the cloth on his shoulder, and it smelled of a faint fragrance of grass... .But no matter how fragrant dung is, it is also dung...
Munan simply took off his thin autumn coat, revealing his snow-white shirt. He just kneaded his coat into a ball, and when he looked up, he noticed a tall easel standing beside the white tulle curtains, and a cold boy sitting beside him.
"Lin Qingyu--" Munan blinked, realizing that all her rude behavior had been caught in the eyes of this person just now. She was not a thin-skinned person, nor did she feel uncomfortable, and greeted Lin Qingyu calmly." Hey, what a coincidence. You are painting in the clock tower this hour, I remember."
The biggest advantage of this man in Munan is that he has a thick skin, and he doesn't feel that it is embarrassing to wipe pigeon feces in front of the noble man.
Lin Qingyu seemed to be stunned, and then smiled with her thin lips: "Coincidentally, what are you looking for for Ze?"
"Just that silver brace is said to be made by a French master, the only pair of braces in the world."
"In the left drawer."
"Thank you for your advice."
Munan saved the time of rummaging through the boxes and found the pair of braces easily. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the painting on Lin Qingyu's drawing board, and couldn't help but leaned over to take a look.
[The sky is blue and transparent, with a few faint clouds floating, in the corner of the drawing board, there is a tall church roof, and nothing else]
Munan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but Lin Qingyu seemed to be waiting for her comment, and was silent.
The autumn breeze blew across the carved window lattice, and the air was not heavily pigmented. The broken hair in front of Munan's forehead trembled, and his black and white eyes were extremely agile, as if they could sink deeply in one glance, Lin Qingyu silently moved his eyes away. .
"Tsk tusk, every one of your paintings is lonely, there are not only clouds in the sky, but also pigeons. Look at my clothes, there are fresh pigeon feces." Munan scratched his hair and said regretfully.
For some reason, Munan always felt that Lin Qingyu seemed...need to be known. And she seems to have the ability to know him.
Lin Qingyu's chest moved, her thin lips curled up, and she subconsciously shook her head in denial.
Munan wanted to say a few more words, but the phone in his pocket suddenly ticked off. Mu Nan's pretty face changed, and he took out his phone and said in an impatient tone: "Okay, I'll be back soon. I met Lin Qingyu just now-got it, you know, Master, you care so much about young children. , How dare I slacken your mission..."
Recently, Nima Gu Yuze has a lot of problems. She didn't approach Lin Qingyu a little bit. Gu Yuze froze her more than once and ordered her to stay away from Lin Qingyu, which made Munan always have the illusion that a red apricot is coming out of the wall.
As Mu Nan answered the phone, he nodded to Lin Qingyu.
Lin Qingyu just watched Mu Nan disappear into the bright sunshine, her handsome back gradually blurred to be unreal, and Lin Qingyu's lips filled with a faint smile.
It turns out that only in front of Gu Yuze can she show such vivid and flexible eyes, vividly like a fox with exploded fur, ready to counterattack anytime, anywhere with teeth and claws.
No wonder Gu Yuze loves so deeply.
Lin Qingyu looked at the lonely drawing board in the corner, and the few clouds floating on it fell into his pupils. He squinted his eyes and slowly clasped his fingers on the palms of his hands, pinching deep marks.
Munan... Sorry, you should go now.
do not blame me.