I Am Not Fit to Be the Male Lead’s First Love

Mr. Brown pointed to a rare word in her manuscript warmly and friendly, and slowly explained in English: "I think you have been stuck on this word for a long time? This means'silent' and'restrained'."

Chu Yin recovered, laughed, and replied in English: "Thank you."

Mr. Brown is Lu Zhen's foreign teacher. She has studied with him for a long time in her previous life.Grandpa is very good, even if they don't know each other in this life, they are still harmonious.

After Brown exchanged a few sentences with her, he was surprised at her English proficiency, so he simply moved a chair to sit over and instructed Chu Yin to translate the most difficult one.

After finishing, Chu Yin let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you so much."

Brown put on his hat and blinked with a smile: "Little lady, it's nice to get along with you. See you next time~"

Chu Yin smiled.

She finished the part she had planned, put away her things, and opened the door of the cafe.

The rain hadn't stopped, but it was already a little lighter. Chu Yin looked up at the sky, planning to rush back with his bag.

At this moment, a figure came over in the rain.

Wei Heming walked to her under the umbrella, and looked at her carefully: "Senior Chu Yin, I will send you back."

Chu Yin hesitated.

Wei Heming quickly pointed to her bag: "I saw you are writing a manuscript, so important things will not be good if they get wet."

Chu Yin thought about it, so he stopped refusing, and took a step forward to get under his umbrella.

Wei Heming quickly moved the umbrella canopy to Chu Yin's side.

In the dense rain curtain, the boys and girls sharing umbrellas gradually walked away.

Lu Zhen stood a long way away and watched. The hand holding the umbrella handle gradually tightened, and the back of his hand stretched out.

This is the second time, watching her walking away from others.

The air in the rain was humid, but Lu Zhen felt that his lungs were emptied and he couldn't breathe.

She doesn't remember everything in the past, so there is nothing to do with them.

She can lean against others and walk away with a smile.

After a long time, maybe they will lie in the arms of others.

Being kissed by someone.

Be...

Lu Zhen's eyes warmed up, and his heart felt like being overwhelmed.

He can do everything behind his back, but he doesn't have the qualifications to come to her.

Because he has nothing to do with Chu Yin.

Next to the black umbrella, a checkered umbrella appeared.

Mr. Brown said in the rain: "Zhen, you can ask me to help, but the boy can hold an umbrella for her."

He smiled playfully: "You lost."

Mr. Brown didn't know those deep and fierce loves and hates, he just regarded it as a competitive pursuit among young children.

But every word of him just pierced into Lu Zhen's heart, blood was seen in the wound.

There was a tinge of blood in Lu Zhen's throat, and he slowly laughed, "...Yes."

He had already lost and was trampled in the mud of the old age.

There is no chance in this life.

"But, I'm very strange," said Mr. Brown. "Why is this kid's pronunciation so familiar? It's as if I taught her myself."

Lu Zhen was startled suddenly.

Brown is still saying: "It's really familiar, so I feel very kind."

Lu Zhen's eyelashes suddenly trembled.

A faint thin thread was gently pulled from the ashes, stringing up some forgotten details scattered everywhere.

Speech contest, her pronunciation.

Familiar posture when fighting fakes with others.

The opposite performance in this life.He loves to study, wears school uniforms, and wears a mask. From the beginning, he rejected him for no reason.

"... Is this what you Chinese are talking about, fate?"

Lu Zhen's heart jumped wildly, and in his dying despair, he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

...Fate.

If it is fate.

Then save him.