A Helplessly Weak, Big Ginger Cat

Chapter 33 Emotional Intelligence

After Luo Ma finished saying that, Yan Leyang silently closed his mouth and never opened his mouth again.

"You actually sang really well." Wolf Eleven said nonsense with his conscience.

However, Yan Leyang didn't believe it, because Wolf Eleven didn't know much about lying, his expression was paralyzed, but unfortunately, his eyes were erratic, he just didn't look into Yan Leyang's eyes.

Yan Leyang understood, Yan Leyang went back to the room, Yan Leyang didn't want to talk anymore.

Wolf Eleven knocked on the door, and Yan Leyang's cry came from inside. He understood. Yan Leyang guessed that this was a prototype lying on his stomach.

Ding dong.

Wolf Eleven's light brain rang, as did Yan Leyang's.

Open it and see that it is a group message in the Guangnao address book. After working with them at the time, Elef started a small group for communication. Basically, no one will post messages in it, and Elef only forwards some gossip news, which does not play a role.

The animal-shaped Yan Leyang stretched out his claws and tried to open the group, but before he could click, he heard a huge explosion. Then came the violent shaking.

what's the situation!

This time Loma ran out again: "Brother Yan's singing shouldn't have this effect!"

Wolf Eleven was relatively calm, he opened the group and found that Elef was sending a message inside. The black and white fat man of Elef's ID, the head is his animal-shaped selfie.

【Brothers, try not to go out now, two local gangs have clashed, and now they are killing each other in the street. 】

【Damn! They're starting to blow up the street! Damn, there is a clubhouse under Lao Tzu halfway across the street, are these guys dying? 】

After he finished speaking, he also accompanied the current video.

People from various gangs, dressed in different uniforms and with various hair colors, gathered to greet each other in a friendly manner with knives.

In the interstellar era, street fighting and such cold weapons were not what Yan Leyang had thought of.

【Where are you now? 】This is the reply of Wolf Eleven, 【It's about to spread to your territory, don't you care? 】

【They are measured and dare not provoke me. I just went out for noodles, do you want me to share the store?】

Then there is another video, the kind of face shot, it can be seen that Elef's clothes are still the white T given by the supermarket.

【TMD, aren't you the head of the gang? Why so leisurely? 】 Loma complained.

【I'm not just observing how their bottom strength is. 】 After chatting for a while, Elef suddenly asked, 【Where is Yan Leyang? Why didn't he come out? 】

Wolf Eleven glanced at the closed door in front of him and sent the last message: 【He is sleeping. 】

After posting, he knocked on Yan Leyang's door again: "Are you angry?"

"Ow!" No.

Yan Leyang was so angry, he just suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have a complete understanding of himself.

In fact, he never sang before, he never went to KTV with his friends, and he only went there to eat. The reason is that Yan Leyang doesn't like that atmosphere.

And Yan Leyang sang at home before, but Yan Leyang's lion cat mother is super supportive of her son. In her eyes, her son is the best at anything.

Ms. Lion Cat praised that her son was never offline. He used to learn to write when he was in Yan Leyang kindergarten.

The teacher wrote one in the first row of the field, followed by Yan Leyang in the next row.

The writing was crooked, but Ms. Lioncat held the pile of stuff written by her son with a shocked face and kept praising Yan Leyang for his good writing.

The woman hugged her son, who could only maintain a half-beast shape, and said that she was really awesome and gave birth to a little genius.

Fortunately, Yan Leyang also has a direct father, who did not let Yan Leyang lose himself in her mother's praise.

Yan Leyang knew that he was a little tone-deaf, but he didn't know that he was so insufficient.

Wolf Eleven couldn't understand the tiger language, so he could only knock on the door again: "Don't bark if you allow me to come in, and bark if you don't allow me."

There was no response.

After Wolf Eleven came in, he saw the big tiger lying there that almost filled the whole bed, and silently found a corner and sat down.

Wolf Eleven never made a sound. Yan Leyang felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so he changed back into a human form: "Do you have something to say?", and then he suddenly realized that he was not very good at speaking.

Maybe it's because he didn't speak many times in the past 20 years, and the behavior of "comforting people" is a bit out of line for Wolf Eleven. Organized to comfort such a difficult operation, Wolf Eleven failed to challenge successfully.

But Wolf Eleven knows that he can't go straight to the point, it will make Yan Leyang feel that he is not sincere. Although Yan Leyang does not sing well, Wolf Eleven starts first, so: "Elef is a very interesting person."

"Indeed, he said in the group last time that he wanted to have a tattoo on his butt to attract wealth and treasure." Yan Leyang nodded in agreement, "I think it's better to go in and out safely, so that he has a partner in the future, and people can still stare at him. Smile."

Wolf Eleven choked again, and he decided to change the subject: "Loma seems to be interested in Hatch."

"Well."

"Do you think Loma will have any ideas?" Wolf Eleven questions.

"She asked me just now, I remember you were next to me at the time." Yan Leyang replied.

"Dai Zu went to weapons research, do you know? He used to research particle collision weapons, but this technology has undergone a new round of innovation. It is very difficult for him to catch up with the progress, but he is a genius..."

"Wolf Eleven, are you trying to comfort me?" Yan Leyang interrupted him. He felt that if he didn't talk about it, Wolf Eleven was over.

It stands to reason that as the protagonist, Wolf Eleven is still the kind of person who doesn't talk much.

Wolf Eleven won't even say harsh words, he won't shout some classic lines of the protagonist of Shuangwen. But as long as it's the person Wolf Eleven wants to kill, the immortals can't keep it.

He was like a sharp knife, with no bells and whistles, and he saw blood when he was unsheathed.

And Wolf Eleven itself is not a very euphemistic person.

This was the first time he wanted to comfort someone, but because Wolf Eleven took the topic too far, Yan Leyang had to interrupt ruthlessly.

"Well, it's for comfort." Wolf Eleven can only admit, "but your song is not bad." 

The comfort is quite pale, and Yan Leyang himself is embarrassed. He estimates that Wolf Eleven's straight brain is only Can think of such an open-eyed nonsense comfort.

It is also true that Yan Leyang's own level is too stretched.

"You clearly didn't have this attitude when you said my acting skills." Yan Leyang thought that the cautious look of Wolf Eleven was quite interesting.

"One yard is one yard." Wolf Eleven didn't know how to describe it, "You have to be good."

Shit! Yan Leyang forgot that the male protagonist couldn't speak at all.

He calmed his breath, wondering if it was because he met Hatch, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, Yan Leyang felt that his hands were a little itchy, and wanted to slap Wolf Eleven on the back of the head.

"My music is still good." Yan Leyang met Wolf Eleven's eyes after saying this.

Wolf Eleven's expression was clearly a little tangled, and it seemed that Yan Leyang's statement was wrong, but considering Yan Leyang's mood, Wolf Eleven nodded heavily: "Well, yes."

"I'm not singing." Yan Leyang's mouth twitched, "I still know quite a few musical instruments."

, Because Wolf Eleven itself is not interested in musical things,

Yan Leyang really wants to contact Wolf Eleven. After contacting Wolf Eleven, don't try to comfort such behavior beyond his ability, but think about it carefully, it is estimated that Wolf Eleven know myself too.

He ran over to comfort him under pressure, mainly because he valued his friend.

Yan Leyang scratched his head: "I'm not that vulnerable, but thank you anyway."

"No thanks." Wolf Eleven felt that he really didn't do anything, maybe he shouldn't be too busy, because Yan Leyang just opened his brain When Wolf Eleven found that the game page automatically popped up.

It was a built-in audio game on the light brain. After zooming in on the page, Yan Leyang can shoot with the prototype's claws.

That is to say, Yan Leyang was playing a game before he came in, and he was not as low as he thought.

On the contrary, the arrival of Wolf Eleven seems to have brought a little awkward atmosphere. For example, now, after speaking, the two of them stared at each other, not knowing how to continue the chat.

There is a kind of people in this world who don't usually talk much, but when they want to speak, they suddenly find that they have become topic terminators.

The words they worked hard and racked their brains to come up with always seemed to have the opposite effect, making the situation worse, such as Wolf Eleven.

Wolf Eleven couldn't help but think, is he really the protagonist? What kind of fucking author designed himself such a protagonist who can't speak and has low emotional intelligence. The key is that this fucking book has been changed into a TV series.

The aesthetics of Yan Leyang's world is really strange.

Yan Leyang didn't know that WolfEleven was suspecting the big brother who created him. He reached out and gave Wolf Eleven a hug: "Really brother, I think the way you comforted me just now is cute."

"You come with cuteness. It's not appropriate to describe me." Wolf Eleven reminded him that now Wolf Eleven is still the fake face with a scar on his face.

"It's even more inappropriate to use handsome words." Yan Leyang mentioned casually. "It's good to be cute, neutralize your fierce temperament."

"But even fierce is a beauty." Yan Leyang patted Wolf Eleven on the shoulder vigorously. These words are used to adjust the atmosphere, but Yan Leyang is indeed also Sincerely, the original appearance of Wolf Eleven is really attractive, and it is a real beauty.

Wolf Eleven was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly realized that Yan Leyang seemed to have a special preference for his appearance.

He coughed: "I see."

"Know what? Do you look good?"

"No." Wolf Eleven looked at Yan Leyang solemnly: "Although you don't sing well, you are more important to me. ."

Yan Leyang choked suddenly, and he looked at Wolf Eleven in disbelief.

And Wolf Eleven went on to say, "Will this comfort you?"

"Uh, yes." Well, it turned out to be a trick.

"Then you were comforted?" Wolf Eleven asked again.

Yan Leyang was expressionless: "To be honest, no."

Wolf Eleven began to be puzzled again.

Gee, how could this be? Is comfort still time-sensitive?