[MTL, BL] Reincarnated As The Spirit Behind The Male God

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The teacher invited by the West Point Club is a foreigner with a mustache. After seeing Yan Jinyang's fifth failure, he laughed, and in order to show his Chinese ability, he shook his head: "Hahaha this Classmates are a little handicapped hahaha."

The girl standing next to Yan Jinyang happened to be the president, and when she saw this, she burst into laughter and touched the other's arm with her elbow: "You see what I said is right, It doesn't matter who teaches, it's your problem."

Lu Wei silently stretched out his finger and poked the president's elbow.

The other party retracted his arm with a "Yeah" sound and touched it suspiciously: "Huh? What's the matter? It suddenly got cold..."

"It might be static electricity." Yan Jinyang glanced at the nothingness behind him, then turned towards She moved away from her, looking expressionless and very indifferent, but the hand holding the piping bag couldn't help but strain -

with a "porphyr" sound, the piping tip on the piping bag collapsed directly. , it fell on the table, and all the cream in the bag spewed out of the mouth, leaving an ugly hill on the cake base.

For a while, the room was quiet, and everyone's eyes were turned over, as if they were all surprised, how did this person achieve this level of disability.

After a while, the foreign professional teacher who advocated encouraging education and praised his classmates in the audience thought about it for a long time, and praised in his native language: "Wow, that's great, you are very strong."

Yan Jinyang : ...

The girls are much kinder than the classmates in the pinching class, no one really laughed out loud, and finally helped Yan Jinyang to smooth out the cream on the cake.

At the end of the event, everyone put the cakes together to take pictures. In a pile of cakes full of flowers and plants, the same cake embryo, Yan Jinyang's one beat others because of too much cream, and finally, by virtue of his size, Be the brightest cub on the photo.

According to the tradition of the West Point Club, after the event, the members presented the finished products to each other, and the big cake of the feasting male god passed around everyone's hands and was finally returned.

The president consoled him with a smile and comforted him: "It's not that everyone dislikes you, it's that your cake is too creamy, and we are afraid of gaining weight."

Yan Jinyang's face was cold, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt aggrieved, and whispered to his respect: "My Cream is the best."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered with encouraging smiles on their faces, but still no one chose his work.

In the end, Yan Jinyang could only walk back alone with his big cake.

After leaving the classroom, Lu Wei grabbed the corner of his clothes and comforted him in a low voice: "Brother Yangyang, don't be sad, anyway, you all look the same."

Yan Jin Yang smirked: "You don't like to eat and look good. Right?"

Lu Wei: "Huh?"

Before he could think about the meaning of this sentence, the male god suddenly shouted, startling the kid who followed him.

At the same time, other students from the West Point Club who had just walked out of the classroom were also frightened.

"What happened to him?" the president's companion asked in a low voice.