He had always thought that his plan to pursue Zhuge Dali was perfect.
There simply cannot be any errors.
But when Tang Zhan said this, he really felt unsure, and he kept questioning whether he had really made a mistake.
Tang Zhan deceived: "You know, your plan and mine are breakfasts of love. Why is it possible for me to succeed, but you are doomed to fail?"
"Actually, it comes down to this."
"I made it with my own hands, but you asked someone else to do it."
Zhao Haitang didn't understand: "What's the difference?"
Tang Zhan deceived: "The difference is huge."
“Although the breakfast cooked by the head chef of a five-star hotel will definitely taste better.”
"But there's no love in it."
Zhao Haitang was already fascinated.
Tang Zhan asked: "Actually, the reason is very simple. If it were you, would you like to eat breakfast made by the person you love, or breakfast made by others?"
"Of course..." Zhao Haitang understood before he could finish his words, and instantly regretted: "Why didn't I notice this?"
Tang Zhan seduced again: "As a love rival, sometimes I feel sorry for you. Dali has obviously hinted at you and given you a chance."
"The sandwich is not trimmed. If you cut it yourself, it might work. If you don't understand it yourself, who can you rely on?"
"However, I also want to thank you. If you had my emotional intelligence, it would be really difficult."
Zhao Haitang is already about to collapse.
"What?"
"Dali was hinting at me back then?"
"I actually missed the opportunity to be a strong boyfriend."
"Okay, you understand the truth, just wait and go." Tang Zhan looked at the curry sauce: "Actually, I have other surprises."
"What surprise?" Curry Sauce was curious.
Tang Zhan touched his pocket and took out a tape: "I also have a creative love letter. My love for Dali is as long as the tape is."
"I'll go." Curry Sauce was shocked: "It's such a love letter, so romantic."
After watching it, Zhao Haitang suddenly remembered something: "I once wrote and directed a short video, which was played in the self-study classroom. I confessed my love to Dali, and Dali said to me, go away, don't hinder my self-study, and this projection
The brightness of the instrument is not enough, it’s time to replace the light bulb.”
"I made this myself, is there something wrong with it?"
Tang Zhan pretended to be helpless and shook his head: "You never caught up with Dali. It's really your own fault."
"What kind of persona is Dali in school?"
Zhao Haitang thought for a while: "Super academic."
"Dali loves studying so much, and you actually take up your self-study time to disturb her studying. Isn't this a clear sign that you are against her?"
"Oh, I understand." Zhao Haitang suddenly realized.
Tang Zhan was helpless: "Dali has actually hinted at you."
Curry Sauce was a little confused when he heard this: "The brightness of the projector is not enough, it's time to change the light bulb. What is this hint?"
Zhao Haitang didn't understand either.
"It's not unfair to say that you deserve to be single."
Tang Zhan forcefully explained: "Is the lack of brightness of the projector the point?"
"Isn't that the point?" Zhao Haitang thought of a possibility: "Will Dali give me a hint?"
If Tang Zhan hadn't known that he was deceiving Zhao Haitang.
I guess he himself would believe it.
"Actually, the reason is very simple."
"Dali is clearly hinting to you that there are more light bulbs in the study room, which are brighter than your projector. To put it simply, there are too many people. If you are asked to move to a place where no one is around, you don't understand who you can rely on."
Zhao Haitang patted his thigh and regretted as much as he wanted.