Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 42 "The Ghost King's Little Sweetheart (43)"

In hot summer and July, hundreds of flowers are enchanting, the summer light shines through the mottled leaves, the butterflies sing the song of Feihong, and the endless singing of cicadas makes people upset.

Zhou Meng was bored playing with the revolving pen in her hand, holding the slender pen holder between her index finger and middle finger, turning it around, round and round, and was looked down upon by her deskmate Ling Mo.

"It's so boring. It's been a month. Teacher Zhang, hurry up and save us!" She put down her pen, lay on the table and muttered in a low voice, then changed her posture and turned her head to look at Ling Mo, "Hey, Ling Mo, you Do you want Teacher Zhang to come back?"

Ling Mo frowned, the darkness in his eyes became thicker, and he said, "I don't want to."

"...Why? Teacher Zhang's lectures are so good, without him, we can only do the test papers every day!" Zhou Meng became indignant instead, poking the table with her tender fingertips, forming a shallow dent.

Ling Mo turned a page of the book calmly, her voice became more condensed, "I don't like it."

Zhou Meng nodded knowingly. Maybe it's the natural confrontation between the hero and the villain in the small world. They always feel that their aura is not in harmony. In order to appease him, her tone became much gentler, "...well, since you don't If you like Teacher Zhang, you must not want to visit him with us, right?"

Ling Mo's ears moved, "Say it again?"

Zhou Meng said weakly: "Since you don't like Teacher Zhang?"

"...the next sentence."

"Oh, we originally planned to visit Teacher Zhang with you, since you don't want to..."

"I am willing." Ling Mo interrupted her directly, her starry eyes were sharp and aggressive, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, which shocked Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng put her index finger on her lips and let out a "shh", and said softly: "Hey! Keep your voice down, we are still studying by ourselves!"

The faint scent of jasmine on the girl's body was indistinguishable, floating in the air to seduce people, Ling Mo nodded indifferently.

His nose moved, the air was filled with the fragrance of a girl, he could only restrain himself with greater strength, the stupid beast in his heart struggled and roared, and the gate of reason was crumbling.

It would be great if that annoying Zhang Yuewen died directly, he thought darkly, it was the first time in his life that he regretted it, that he should have done it hard.

When he thought that the girl's smile was no longer aimed at him, he was going crazy with jealousy.

The face of the man half lying on the bed was quite rosy, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, his head was bowed with deep tenderness, his smiling eyes stared at the few people guarding the bed, "Thank you for coming to visit the teacher again, the teacher feels that he can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow Attend class."

Zhang Xi flushed with excitement, and she waved her hands again and again, "This is what we should do! We all hope that the teacher will get better soon, and the students miss you very much."

Zhang Yuewen smiled more gently. He caught a glimpse of Zhou Meng out of the corner of his eye. He waved and called out, "Student Zhou Meng, have you done your homework seriously this month?"

This, it can be regarded as the main point of the question. Zhou Meng was so shocked by this question that she felt dizzy. She rubbed her nose and dared not look at him, "...I wrote it."

Zhang Yuewen just looked at her silently, with a look of disapproval on his face, he pursed his dry lips, and his mellow voice flowed quietly in the small ward, "You are good in everything, but you don't like doing homework, no I'm very worried when I see you writing, will you stay and make up your homework later?"

"What homework?" Fang You, who was getting takeout from downstairs, heard the words "make up homework" as soon as she entered the door. She walked in with a smile on her face, and saw the annoying Zhang Xi and Zhou Meng. Mo Shi, her face became a little stiffer.

She blurted out, "Why are you bastards here?"

"Who are you talking about? Keep your mouth clean!" Zhang Xi stared back fiercely without showing any weakness, and said quickly: "You don't respect your own virtues, who doesn't seem to know how much you spend your time?"

Zhou Meng covered her face, and here she came again. When these two people met, it was a typical case of sparks hitting the earth. Bickering was the norm. She raised her head to see Zhang Yuewen's face.

His brows and eyes were full of impatience, and his expression was icy cold, which was comparable to that of Gu Lingmo.

She blinked, probably because she had misread it. When she opened her eyes, she happened to be looking at Zhang Yuewen. It was obviously a gentle and helpless expression, but it was her own misreading.

Why is she feeling a little uneasy?
Is Zhang Yuewen in the original book really an ordinary male teacher?
Is the birth of ten thousand ghosts really the work of the king of ghosts?
The longer she stays in this world, the more doubts she has in her heart. Is the small world created by the author really illogical?
"Zhou Meng, are you feeling well?" Zhang Yuewen interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two girls, but anxiously asked about the other girl's physical condition, looking at them with a little impatience.

Even if it was irrelevant, Fang You felt sore. He skipped class and came to visit him every day. He was unwilling to give her a good face when he was behind others, but Zhou Meng was such a young girl, she was so nice. Does he deserve special treatment?

The resentment towards Zhou Meng in her heart rose to the maximum in an instant, and she wished she could kill her!

If white eyes can kill people, then Zhou Meng is now surrounded by danger, with the white eyes from two little peppers in front, and the scorching gaze of Master Ling Mo behind.

She quickly hid behind Ling Mo with her short legs, and laughed dryly, "Haha, I was frightened by Teacher Zhang just now, and suddenly when it comes to homework, I'm scared!"

Zhang Xi's complexion was complicated. She couldn't hate Zhou Meng at all. Not only was she showing her silly, sweet and unintentional intentions, but she was also full of pity and emotion for the fact that she had saved herself in the grove.

She sighed, if Teacher Zhang liked Zhou Meng, she would be willing to let her go.

Ling Mo's expression was uneasy, but she still stood in front of Zhou Meng as a protector. Her cold and inorganic eyes swept across the crowd waiting in the ward, and said simply: "She hasn't finished her homework, so I will do it."

Zhou Meng poked her head out, "Honestly, I will definitely write it."

Watching this farce end like this, Zhang Yuewen couldn't laugh or cry. Originally, he was also kind. He looked at the group of children tolerantly, "Do as you like."

Zhou Meng stuck out his tongue as if he had escaped a catastrophe. The pink color made Ling Mo's eyes darker. He stroked the girl's soft hair, and pressed her thin lips tightly.

Fang You couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, his eyes turned red for a moment, Zhang Yuewen noticed it at the same time, and immediately turned his head to give the disobedient Fang You a warning look.

Fang You woke up like a dream, and immediately lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

Ling Mo was extremely vigilant, he immediately noticed the slight fluctuation of ghost power in the air, and he looked in the direction of Zhang Yuewen meaningfully.

In the dark, the waves are rough.

(End of this chapter)