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

What neither of them expected was that Jiang Lin actually bought four balls of wool, two balls of snow white and two balls of gray could be seen in the white shopping bag.

"..."

"..."

Lin Rui broke the strange silence: "Is he under a lot of pressure recently?"

Have to pull wool to vent?

Yu Yan didn't answer immediately, and he didn't quite understand.

It wasn't until he saw a few needles for scarves in the shopping bag that he remained expressionless and said, "Friends of women, you may have misunderstood my son."

"...What?" Lin Rui was shocked.

……

However, due to various reasons, the two couldn't speak bluntly: Don't really wear a scarf, dear!

Can only hint implicitly——

On the way to school.

Lin Rui said: "It seems that there will be a little snow next Monday."

Yu Yan said: "Well, the weather has been getting colder and colder recently."

Lin Rui: "No, I saw the news yesterday that a boy knit a scarf for the girl he likes for the winter to confess his love, but he was rejected miserably. The scarf was too ugly and the girl threw it back in his face."

"..." Jiang Lin.

while eating.

Yu Yan said: "Valentine's Day seems to be coming soon."

Lin Rui said, "Wow, Jiang Lin, do you want to give the little dumb a super luxurious chocolate gift box?"

"...I don't remember that there are still two months left." Jiang faced the black line.

Back to the apartment after dinner.

Seeing Jiang Lin leave after packing up the dishes, Lin Rui said, "Don't leave, come to play a game?"

"I have something to do, don't call." Continue to walk towards the door.

Yu Yan said 'strangely': "Why are you so anxious to go back recently?"

Jiang Lin paused, and said, "Busy reading."

"Look, read...you go back to study?" Lin Rui choked on the excuse he made up casually, with a look of disbelief.

"Well, you can't always be pressed on the head by the little mute, can you?" Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows and said.

Lin Rui: "..."

Damn it was so right, I was powerless to refute it.

Yu Yan: "..."

I can't stop you from going to wear a scarf.

After the two of them waited for him to leave, their hearts were ashamed.

After a long while, Yu Yan calmly shook the pot and said, "If Jiang Lin is rejected by the little mute, it's your fault."

Lin Rui exploded: "Damn it, I didn't know he would really believe it!"

……

At the same time, Jiang Lin returned to his apartment.

Sitting sideways on the sofa, he took out a book and spread it on his lap, on which was written: "Knitting a Scarf from Scratch"

After several days of groping, repeated defeats and repeated defeats, he finally learned how to start the needle, put the needle down, and put the needle on.

Just as Jiang Lin was a little relieved, he immediately realized: Damn, he doesn't seem to be very good at it anymore.

I hurriedly reviewed it before starting today's task.

Stitch by stitch, with books and videos.

What he chose was not the basic model for beginners, but the cutest Valentine's button in his mind.

Although from time to time, the fingertips would be poked violently by the needle, the pain made him want to drop the book.

But when he thought of the smile that the little mute might show when he received this gift, Jiang Lin let out a breath, and continued to be patient and needle after needle.

It's going to snow...it must be cold.

Friday in two weeks.

After school today, I will start a two-day monthly vacation.

Song Le can go back to the orphanage and visit the dean who raised her.

With a smile on her face, Song Le quickly packed her things, and went to stand in the morning jogging line. Even if Jiang Lin was next to her, she still felt warm.

However, what I didn't expect was:

When she came back after breakfast, there was an exquisite and beautiful light blue gift bag on her seat, and a familiar light blue post-it note was inserted in the book.

Song Le was at a loss. Seeing that Jiang Lin had entered the classroom, she walked towards the seat with a calm expression. She quickly sat in and hid the gift bag in the drawer.

Shrinking more and more towards the wall, Song Le nervously opened the book and surrounded it with his hands so that no one could see the abrupt post-it notes in the book.

After calming down for a while, he turned his nervous gaze to the paper.