Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The film tells the story of an ordinary girl who has a crush on her senior and is crazy about her. Watching him play football and watching him take pictures, her eyes follow him almost all the time, and she strives to become more beautiful and outstanding.

When the movie started, all the lights in the classroom were dimmed, and the front and rear doors were closed. More than 40 people in the classroom fell silent, falling into a warm and warm atmosphere where everyone watched a movie together.

In the dark, Song Le couldn't write anymore, so he had to put down the pen, close the book, and looked up the podium with his chin in his hands.

Against the gloomy light, her small face became softer and softer.

Jiang Lin rested his chin on his left hand, his expression was calm, and the tip of his right finger on the table unconsciously touched the body of the pen.

It would be nice if the little mute was not afraid of him, but also liked him.

Then you can hold her hand while watching a movie.

pity……

Jiang Lin, who could only see, not touch, and not expose, felt a bit of torture, sweet.

The decision to switch seats was indeed the right one.

Jiang Lin swept towards the direction where Yu Yan and Lin Rui were sitting, and sure enough, he saw Lin Rui who was grinding his teeth in anger.

——If the three of them were arguing, Jiang Lin would be pissed off by Lin Rui, and Lin Rui would be choked to death by Yu Yan.

Now that Lin Rui was finally restrained, Jiang Lin said: I am happy to hear and see, the more the better.

The first half of the movie was mainly funny, Jiang Lin glanced at her from the corner of her eye, and the whole class laughed one after another, and she was no exception, covering her mouth and her eyes curved like crescent moons.

Then the second half was a bit tear-jerking and moving, and the little dumb really had low laughs and low tears.

After a while, he began to quietly rub his eyes.

Jiang Lin's heart was pounding all the time, and his liking only increased.

After watching the movie and returning to the apartment, Jiang Lin took a shower, lay on the bed, and took out the photo again.

Lying on the pillow, the cold and serious eyes softened, and he described it carefully, whispering to the little mute, unconsciously smiling.

However, before he could smirk at the ignorant little mute in the photo for three seconds, Jiang Lin immediately restrained his emotions and scolded himself for being an idiot.

……

Stare - want to laugh - idiot.

Stare at—well, want to rub—abnormal.

……

It can be said that it is very frenzied and nervous.

Jiang Lin reluctantly turned off the phone, and carefully placed the phone on the bedside table, as if there was some treasure inside.

Pulling up the quilt, he said in his heart: Good night, little mute.

As a result, heh.

No good night, dreaming again.

Every time the plot is more serious.

He could hardly distinguish between reality and dream.

It seemed that he and the little mute should have been like a dream.

Opening his eyes early in the morning, being forced to face this perverted life, Jiang Lin's expression was very bad.

As a result, when he was directly facing the little mute who was being bullied by him in this way in his dream, Jiang Lin felt like a Sparta.

Of course, on the surface, what others saw was only him wrinkling his handsome eyebrows and looking at the book expressionlessly.

When the bell rang for the morning self-study, he got up and let the little dumb, who had his head buried in anxiety, go out.

When they accidentally bumped into each other, Jiang Lin's whole body was: ...!

Poker face.

After most of the people in the classroom had left, Jiang Lin, who was sitting on his seat, pursed his lips slightly, and took out a post-it note from the drawer.

——The advantage of being at the same table is that it is more convenient to leave notes.

Still unable to write a few lines calmly in her heart, Jiang Lin took a deep breath before putting it in her book.

At this time, Lin Rui and Yu Yan had already walked over.

Lin Rui was obviously choked, and he looked like a defeated rooster, resentful.

Jiang Lin is not surprised: as long as these two people sit at the same table, it must be normal for them to fight each other every day.