My surname is Yu, the Yu before Yu.
When his gaze fell on Tang Lin's bare toes, Yu Sheng Jun slightly averted his eyes, perhaps due to the dim light at the door, which didn't reveal the faint, greenish-red flush on his face.
For Tang Lin, what she is wearing now can be seen everywhere on modern streets and alleys, and she doesn't think there's anything wrong with her outfit.
She didn't notice anything unusual about Yu Sheng Jun, but saw that he was facing sideways, seemingly deep in thought or avoiding something, so she called out, "Comrade!"
But her words of comradeship did not bring back the Holy Lord's consciousness.
She simply stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Yu Shengjun's face, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
The Holy Lord came back to his senses, and with a somewhat embarrassed smile, he said: "It's nothing, miss, I'm afraid I've made a fool of myself in front of you!"
Tang Lin smiled and said: "It's okay, I often get distracted in different situations too. By the way, comrade, how long have you been living next door?"
"Hmm..." The Holy Lord thought seriously for a moment, his serious expression making it unbearable to interrupt him. He replied uncertainly: "It should be around four or five days."
Tang Lin exclaimed, "Wow!" and excitedly said, "What a coincidence, I also moved in four or five days ago."
"So, it seems we still have a good affinity. Miss Vegetable Leaf, should I continue to address you as such or would you like to reveal your real name?"
Tang Lin rolled her eyes, "Stop it, stop calling me Veggie, I don't like that nickname. My name is Tang Lin, what about you?"
The Holy Emperor said: "I...". He paused for a moment and changed his words, saying, "My surname is Yu, the 'Yu' before Yu, is called..."
Suddenly, Tang Lin's phone rang. It was the alarm that had been set for the evening. She tapped the screen to turn it off and turned to Yu Sheng Jun, apologetically saying: "Yu Comrade, I'm sorry about this. This phone is always so unexpected. You've been standing at the door for so long, I really can't bear it. Please come in and sit down." As she spoke, she stepped aside to let him pass.
Among the various surnames of ancient times, Tang Lin did not delve deeply into researching the surname of the Holy Emperor.
Invited by a woman, or rather the one he had a crush on, Yu Sheng Jun was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he reluctantly replied: "Alright, I'll leave then!"
Tang Lin went ahead and returned to the house, came to the dinner table, picked up the teapot.
The Holy Lord walked in with light steps and roughly scanned Tang Lin's room. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, a cup of tea had already been presented before him.
Fresh fragrance, pungent and nose-catching, with a lingering scent.
Tang Lin slightly curved the corners of her lips, and every time she faced someone, there was always a hint of a fresh and friendly smile on her mouth. "Your comrade, this is Bi Luo Chun, I hope you'll like it!"
"Thank you!" Yu Sheng Jun smiled gratefully and immediately took the cup of tea from Tang Lin's hand.
"Don't be polite!" After finishing speaking, Tang Lin turned around and walked into the inner room, picking up a pile of clothes that had been dried in the sun today, folding them one by one.
The holy lord took a sip of tea, then put the teacup down on the dinner table and walked into the inner room. Taking advantage of Tang Lin's busy moment, he appreciated the environment in the inner room for a while. When his line of sight fell on the table in the inner room, his good-looking eyebrows suddenly locked up tight.
There were some strange things on the table, things he had never seen before.
He walked up to the table, reached down with his hand and picked up Tang Lin's sniper rifle with one hand. He suddenly felt it was quite heavy, then held it with both hands and examined it carefully.
Tang Lin glanced back casually, and the emperor's index finger was already pressing the trigger of the sniper rifle. She didn't expect to see this scene, her pupils suddenly dilated, her heart contracted, and she shouted: "Be careful not to accidentally fire!"
He was taken aback by her sudden shout, and almost dropped the sniper rifle. He turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in question, "Accidental discharge?"

