Reborn I don't need a heroine

"I finally understand why milk tea is unhealthy..."

On the tenth day of working in the milk tea shop, Han Yixuan sighed like this.

However, Wang Heng beside him didn't answer the conversation, but just went about his work on his own.

Using an electronic scale, I took a full five kilograms of sugar, two kinds of each, that is, a total of ten kilograms together, poured it into the pot, and stirred it with a large spoon. The pot was on the induction cooker, and the sugar water inside was already steaming.

The work of mixing, because it is more labor-intensive, is only done by Wang Heng besides the store manager himself.

Han Yixuan stared at the side, and continued to sigh: "The sugar boiled in this way needs to be added to the milk tea. The calories are just off the charts! I don't dare to drink milk tea casually in the future, it's too easy to gain weight."

Wang Heng glanced at her: "You are not fat."

"Do you think my figure is okay?" the girl asked in a low voice.

Wang Heng looked away, nodded slightly, and did not speak again.

Appropriate praise is a shortcut to increase the favorability. Wang Heng is well aware of this. But because it was clear, he was even more reluctant to say more.

After stirring, he put down the spoon, slightly adjusted the heat of the induction cooker, and set the timer. After forty minutes, the timer will naturally remind him to turn off the fire.

"Do you want me to clean up?" Han Yixuan asked suddenly.

Wang Heng shook his head: "I've already cleaned it before you arrived."

"You move so fast, so capable!"

"fine."

After completing these preparations, Wang Heng sat down on the empty seat in the store and opened the book he brought.

When he first started working part-time a few days ago, he didn't have the habit of bringing books. But since Han Yixuan became a colleague, he found that the free time at work has become more and more difficult. In order to avoid unnecessary conversation, he had to find something to do on his own. The most suitable choice is of course a mobile phone, but his is a black and white button phone, it is a bit strange to play Snake all day long. So, he simply brought a book.

This second-hand textbook that speaks C language is very cheap, and it can help him pick up some half-forgotten knowledge, which is really an excellent choice.

Where Wang Heng was sitting, there was another empty chair opposite the table. Han Yixuan stared at the chair for a long time, hesitated for a while, and finally sat at another table—after all, to this thin-skinned girl, such behaviors as pressing in front of others were still a little bit of a problem. Some difficulties.

Han Yixuan uses a new smartphone. After the screen was turned on, her eyes slid to the handsome young man not far away.

"The C programming language..."

The girl withdrew her gaze, clicked on her mobile browser, and searched. Ten seconds later, she abandoned her plan to find common ground through the book.

Just then, the phone received a new text message. She opened it and took a look, and immediately understood that there was something to talk about.

So, when Wang Heng was reviewing the C language pointer, he suddenly heard a girl's voice:

"Did you get the text message?"

He raised his head, slightly at a loss: "What text message?"

"A text message from the school, informing us to get the admission letter. I have already received it, haven't you?"

Hearing what she said, Wang Heng took out his phone and took a look. Sure enough, he also received it, but he didn't notice it because he set the mute before in order not to affect his work.

Han Yixuan asked impatiently, "Which school did you go to?"

"University of Telecommunications Technology."

It is clearly a first-class university in China, but Wang Heng's tone is exceptionally calm. After all, if you know your score and the score line of that school in advance, there will be no surprises in the result.

However, Han Yixuan was pleasantly surprised: "The one in Rongdu?"

"right."

Wang Heng looked at the girl in front of him, feeling a little puzzled. He really didn't understand, what was so exciting about this kid?

However, in the next second, he realized...

"I'm also in Rongdu!" Han Yixuan shook her phone, almost jumping up in excitement, "Look, look, the University of Finance and Economics in Rongdu!"

At this moment, Wang Heng finally understood that he was still too naive.

He originally thought that as long as he didn't go to the imperial capital, he could just find a strange city to avoid those catastrophes and escape from the terrifying Shura field. However, under the influence of the world line correction mechanism, he always seems to be arranged clearly. It was even more terrifying than the original Shura field.

At least in the first week, Han Yixuan is not in the same city as him. But now, Han Yixuan hasn't escaped yet, will other doomsdays come... He feels that it is very likely that it will still fall on his own head.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng seemed to see a knife flashing in front of his eyes. It was obviously summer, but he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

So, should we simply establish a relationship with Han Yixuan, and then use this as a reason to reject all other girls?

The problem is, if this is the case, it will be another change to the world line, and the consequences are completely unknown. He still remembered that among those few girls, there was a girl who fit the word 'sick and delicate' far more than Han Yixuan...

Staring at the girl in front of him, Wang Heng couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Stared at by this straight gaze, Han Yixuan was a little at a loss. She could tell that there was no ambiguity in Wang Heng's eyes, but a hint of...fear?

But soon, Wang Heng's expression returned to calm.

"What a coincidence," he said.

Han Yixuan also laughed: "Yeah, what a coincidence! My first choice was actually a school in Shanghai, but my grades seem to be a little worse..."

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While going to the toilet between work, Wang Heng asked his mobile phone: "Correcting the world line, you should only mess with what has happened, right? Han Yixuan was supposed to go to Shanghai, why didn't she go to the first choice?" , became the second choice? The college entrance examination papers that have already been completed, the score line should not change!"

Not long after, the magical message box was displayed on the phone: [Unfortunately, there is actually a lot of room for this. For example, in Chinese reading questions and essays, a single thought difference by the marking teacher may affect the scores of tens of millions of students. While limited in scope, it is certainly possible. Don't forget to fill in the voluntary part, the results of other people may also affect Han Yixuan in turn. 】

Wang Heng couldn't refute, thought for a while, and asked again: "Then if I agree to Han Yixuan and fall in love with her..."

【You can try. But since Han Yixuan may be affected by the memory of the world line from the previous week, it may not be impossible for others. Moreover, it is not easier to maintain a definite relationship. You should understand this. 】

Of course Wang Heng understood. The first love that lasted for more than two years, after the initial sweetness and satisfaction, various problems soon appeared. It was precisely because of those problems that he understood that he was more suitable to be alone than to fall in love with a girl.

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