MTL - I Heard You Like Me Too - Chapter 35

# little idiot # frivolous # two-faced # fondnessovertime

Eighteen-year-old Liu Li had just entered freshman year. But during her winter vacation, she inexplicably became a married woman?!

Ah, wait. That was a mistake. She became engaged.

What?! They’ve been engaged since childhood! Wouldn’t it be more convincing to say that she had made that decision in her previous life instead?!

Who would believe a story like this? Did they think she was a kid that was born yesterday?!

But then…

Why does she have a love token from the Tang family? And it was something she had worn since young till now.

Can she not get married? No! What to do? She was only eighteen years old.

The law states that girls can only marry once they reach twenty years of age! Oh, they’re not going to register here, so they didn’t need to wait till she reached twenty!

Highlight 1:“Hello, may I know how to get to the Tang family residence?”

With a smile on her face, Liu Li looked at the address on her phone as she asked a driver who had stopped at the side of the road for directions.

Then, her gaze traveled upwards. A man had opened the car door and gotten out of the car, standing in front of her.

He was almost 30cm taller than her! Liu Li couldn’t help but stare. Finally, the kind hearted driver personally escorted her to the Tang family residence.

Wait a minute, he’s the Tang family’s eldest son…

Her fiance!!! Highlight 2: “Do you know that I’m only eighteen years old?”

With an indifferent look on his face, the man glanced at her cooly but didn’t respond. Liu Li puffed up her chest, summoning her courage as she continued, “So, you can’t force a little girl to do something she doesn’t want to do! “I have a list of rules so that we’ll get along after marriage, and we’ll abide by them together. “

First, I sleep on the bed, and you sleep on the couch. If you’re not happy with that, we can do it the other way around too!

“Second, we’ll pretend we don’t know each other if we see each other in public. Of course, you can’t call me ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ either. “Third, this marriage will go on for two years. We’ll sign the divorce agreement first in case you regret it when the time comes.

“Fourth, you have to give me an allowance every month. If you can’t give me one thousand, five hundred is fine too!”

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Unable to control his mouth, Lin Jian Yin scared away eight previous girlfriends and six previous managers thanks to his poisonous words. Finally unable to stand it, he goes to a strange antique shop recommended by his friend. The shop supposedly has something that can help him.

Even though a Nintendo that plays cartridges is a bit outdated, and probably no one plays it anymore, isn’t it too exaggerated to place it in an antique shop to sell?

After returning home with a Nintendo, Lin Jian Yin inserts the cartridge that the owner sold to him at a huge discount. Only then does he discover that this is actually a simulation game. The female protagonist isn’t a cute loli, nor is she a mature woman. Rather, with her old lady hair and blue-white slippers, she is such a frightening woman that calling her a Taiwanese babe would seriously be insulting Taiwanese babes.

Gods! His mission is actually to help this woman marry a perfect prince! How is that possible!!!

Wait, as the main guy protagonist, Lin Jian Yin actually isn’t the prince. Then, then, who exactly is he… No, “what” exactly is he?

Im-sol is an ordinary student who is about to graduate from college.

Hiding the fact that she is a fan of Ryu Seon-jae, the fifth member of the Idol group ‘Potato Pancakes’,

Right now, she is doing cosplay in public.

-BREAKING NEWS- Ryu Seon-jae, a member of the Idol group, ‘Potato Pancakes’, is dead!

Then one day, because of an accident, Ryu Seon-jae died and Im-Sol, who was in sorrow, accidentally picked up a pocket watch and made a time leap to the past, six years ago.….

Gray pants, white shirt, beige knit vest.

No matter how much she blinked and squinted at him, he was standing alive, right before her.

“Seon-jae, that’s Seon-jae. Ah, it’s him. He’s real.”

Ryu Seon-jae, a high school student who she only saw in the picture, was right in front of her eyes.

This may be an opportunity.

An opportunity to prevent Ryu Seon-jae from joining Potato Pancakes and becoming its 5th ‘unlucky’ member.

An opportunity to save Ryu Seon-jae, who died at the age of 23 with no luck because he took a wrong cold medicine.

Eighteen to live again, with only one goal.

It is to save Ryu Seon-jae!

To save the best in the past,

Im-sol’s struggling ordeal, ‘The Best of Tomorrow.’

“Mr. Hu Lai, today’s football forwards like you who can only score goals are getting narrower and narrower … But nevertheless, you have achieved dazzling achievements. What is your secret to success?”

On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai showed reporters from all over the world the honor he had just received, and some reporters asked him such questions.

Facing the eyes cast by the reporters, Hu Lai’s thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was in high school. He stood alone beside the stadium to watch other students play games. They did not let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble.

He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: “Hu Lai, if you can’t pay ten times the effort of others, your talent is just worthless stones.” And a disdainful voice: “Modern football The demands on the center are getting higher and more comprehensive. What’s the use of shooting only? ”

In the end, his thoughts were frozen at that time, and the night was already looming in the eastern sky. In the middle of the abandoned vacant land covered with grass, a girl said to him very seriously: “Hu Lai, you are actually gifted. , And a great talent! Because you know where the goal is! ”
Hu Lai stared at the girl’s eyes, and saw the sunset behind him from those eyes.

The sunlight is reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt yourself in this light.

Hu Lai, who withdrew his thoughts, returned to this warm winter afternoon, facing the excited reporters, he smiled slightly: “Because I know, the goal is there.”

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