The male supporting role in Quick Transmigration, please don't be a demon

Chapter 176 School Grass, Let’s Talk About Love 8
After thinking about it, the two agreed.

Qing Huan has little strength and it is impossible to score a goal.

Yu Luo and Qing Huan are evenly matched, perhaps not as good as Qing Huan.

Mu Zuihuan stood just outside the three-point line, watching them chasing the basketball without any rules, and running on the playground profusely.

Qing Huan yelled and laughed for a while, but it made Yu Luo let go a little bit, and he didn't care that he was only a kid in the first grade who was playing with him, trying to grab the ball and pass it to Mu Zuihuan.

After playing like this for an hour, it was almost dusk.

The two who were grabbing the ball were exhausted. If they hadn't started to care about their image, they might have fallen to the ground and had a good rest.

Mu Zuihuan didn't have anything to do, so he grabbed one of them with each hand, dragged them to sit on a bench beside him, turned around and went to the nearby small shop to buy two bottles of water.

"Come on, take your time, don't be in a hurry."

"It's too unfair. Brother Yu Luo and I are just running around, and my sister is just standing... The problem is, we are so tired, and the loser has to wash the dishes!"

Yu Luo drank half a bottle of water and nodded in agreement.

Mu Zuihuan squinted at them: "Do you cook as well as I do?"

Two people: "..."

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to complain if the cooking is not delicious! Hulot loses today, so I leave the dishwashing to you."

Yu Luo lowered his head in embarrassment, and raised his head again when he thought of Mu Zuihuan's words.

Today, he is really ashamed.

He actually lost to a seven-year-old girl in grabbing and passing the ball!
Looking at the fat on his body, he wants to lose weight!To become thinner and taller and flexible!Don't be compared by Qing Huan!

Silently cheering themselves up in their hearts, the three of them returned home.

At the dinner table, Hulot looked at the few dishes and felt a little aggrieved.

The meal at noon is just enough for him to eat six full, and it seems to be the same tonight...

Thinking of his determination to lose weight, Yu Luo swallowed his grievance.

Mu Zuihuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't say anything, just chewed and ate slowly.

It was completely dark, and Yu Luo washed the dishes and came out, ready to go back.

"Take these, and if you're hungry at night, eat one and nothing else."

"Oh."

"By the way, what did you eat when you became fat, do you remember?"

Yu Luo's face turned red again in an instant. Although he knew that Mu Zuihuan was not mocking him, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"I got fat at my grandma's house..."

"What did you eat, do you remember?"

"It's been a few years, I can't remember clearly. I just remember that my cousin would make delicious food for me every day. If I ate too much, I would gain weight."

"How old is your cousin?"

"Five years older than me, what's wrong?"

The corner of Mu Zuihuan's mouth twitched, feeling that he was conspiring, but he had to guard against it: "From now on, I will come to my house for meals, and tell me when I am hungry, eat what I give you, and I will not eat other people's food."

Yu Luo nodded without thinking.

Even his parents don't care much about him now, how can anyone get him something to eat?
Except, this neighbor, tablemate, friend whom I have only known for a short time...

What Mu Zuihuan gave Yu Luo was just homemade small biscuits with a bit of spiritual fruit flesh added to fill his stomach.

The feeling of satiety won't last long, but it's ok for a night.

He is growing and needs nutrition, so eating too much is not necessarily good.

Qing Huan looked greedy, and leaned closer to Mu Zuihuan: "Sister, I also want your biscuits..."

Mu Zuihuan glanced at her: "After eating the biscuits, I can't eat other delicious food, are you sure you want to eat?"

Qing Huan struggled between other delicacies and biscuits, and quickly made a choice.

"That's fine."

Mu Zuihuan chuckled: "Tomorrow I'll get up early and get you some biscuits to take to school."

"Then I ate the biscuit, can I eat anything else?"

"Of course!"

Qing Huan was so happy that she leaned close to Mu Zuihuan's face and kissed: "My sister is the best to me!"

"Little sycophants!"

……

When Yu Luo returned to the deserted room, he went back to the bedroom without turning on the lights.

He kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed holding the biscuits made by Mu Zuihuan, listening to the sounds next door with his ears open, as if he could hear the voices of Mu Zuihuan and Qing Huan if he listened carefully.

After lying down for half an hour, he didn't feel sleepy at all, but smelling the scent of biscuits made him feel unbearably hungry.

Thinking of what Mu Zuihuan said, he carefully opened the biscuit box, went inside and came out together, and began to eat in small bites.

Of course he didn't know that Mu Zuihuan had added something to the biscuit, so he wouldn't feel hungry after eating a small biscuit, and thought it was because he had the willpower to lose weight, so he squinted his eyes and smiled.

Turned over, hugged the biscuit box tightly and fell asleep.

For several days, Yu Luo and Mu Zuihuan went to and from school together, and went to the basketball court when they came back.

The first thing he did when he returned to the bedroom every day was to weigh himself. Seeing that he lost a few catties, Yu Luo was in a great mood.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else, but these days, he rarely feels hungry.

The amount of food I eat every day is not as good as the previous meal, but I never feel hungry.

Of course, others couldn't easily notice that he was a few pounds lighter.

The days passed day by day, and they lived a repetitive life every day, but Yu Luo didn't feel bored, but every time he went back to sleep, he was looking forward to meeting Mu Zuihuan the next day.

In this way, half the semester has passed.

Due to Mu Zuihuan's deliberate behavior, she successfully became the mud that the teacher thought was cute and cute, but could not hold up the wall.

At the beginning, the teacher would talk to her caringly and counsel her, but after learning that no matter how hard she taught her, she would not be able to teach her well, so she let it go in disappointment.

When the papers for the midterm exam come down, some people are happy and some are worried.

Of the two people sitting in the corner, one was good-looking, but his grades were a mess. Just like in previous exams, he got last place again.

But Yu Luo's appearance is disgusted by others, but his grades are getting better every time.

He was originally at the bottom, but he suddenly became the first in the class in half a semester!

Yu Luo is not at all proud of his achievements. He worked so hard to give her the most correct answer when Mu Zuihuan asked her for advice.

But he was disappointed, Mu Zuihuan didn't even think about asking him for advice, but was very satisfied with his bottom score.

Going home with the report card, Yu Luo talked about it.

Mu Zuihuan looked at Hulot, who had obviously lost a lot of weight in the past three months. His hair had been cut short a long time ago. Although he had lost a lot of weight, the short hair made him seem to have gained some weight.

The little fat man who used to be shorter than Mu Zuihuan has grown a lot taller. When Mu Zuihuan looked at him, he had to look up.

His eyebrows are neither thick nor light, and the eyebrows are beautifully shaped.

Although the eyes are still squeezed by the flesh on the face, but the eyes are very bright, not at all like they just met, everything seems to be separated by a layer of veil.

Mu Zui laughed happily and said, "I'm pretty good, lest someone who is too good be envied by others."

Yu Luo frowned.

Afraid that his fragile little heart would think too much, Mu Zuihuan continued: "It's a good thing that you study well. In this way, Qing Huan can ask you if there is anything she doesn't understand. Sigh, I am busy with housework every day. , Tired to death, where is the time to give her counseling?"

Yu Luo looked at Mu Zuihuan and said, "It's all nonsense."

As far as housework is concerned, he and Qing Huan are not the ones who do the most. Mu Zuihuan is like a conductor, standing on the side and idly directing what needs to be cleaned.

However, she cooks the meals every day, well, it must be very tiring.

(End of this chapter)