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

Jiang Lin held his breath, staring at the little mute with a dazed and nervous expression, like a little hamster with a wrong instinct, trying to shrink towards the wall.

Quickly lowered his voice and said: "Don't be afraid."

Song Le pursed her lips tightly, expressing that she was not afraid, but a little confused.

——Why would Jiang Lin, who is usually cold and indifferent, suddenly say something strange?

She looked at him hesitantly, not knowing how to react.

Jiang Lin could hardly resist her puzzled eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he tried his best to pretend to be calm, and said, "I...that, I like you."

Say it, say it, say it.

Jiang Lin's seemingly calm exterior is actually an active volcano that is about to erupt.

But the little mute on the opposite side seemed to have not received his signal at all, still frowning in confusion.

Jiang Lin's heart skipped a beat, as if being poured down by a basin of ice water.

The little mute doesn't really like him at all, does he?

No way, he doesn't accept it!

Fortunately, Song Le's ears buzzed for a moment, and he didn't hear what he said clearly.

After a while, I slowly reacted.

However, after reacting, the expression on his face became even more astonished.

Today is April Fool's Day……?

Jiang Lin, who usually doesn't have much contact with each other, will suddenly confess his love to her and her as if very excited.

Song Le na na, bit her lip.

Slowly took the sketchbook, carefully and cautiously, deliberated and deliberated: "I... don't quite understand what you mean, is this a prank?"

What was the bet?

Or lost the game?

Countless possibilities flashed in Song Le's mind, but there was no such thing as "Jiang Lin really likes her".

Jiang Lin!How could it be possible to like her?

Song Le silently felt that Jiang Lin himself would not believe these words.

However, Jiang Lin seemed to take a deep breath a little sadly, and then wrote down her extremely familiar handwriting under her question.

— No pranks, and no April Fools.I really like you, so much that I dream of you every day, and I can't help peeking at you every day. Although I endured it and didn't show it, I really like you.

Song Le: "..."

I don't know if it's because I'm too slow, or if Jiang Lin hides it too well. If it wasn't for this incident, Song Le would never have felt such fanatical love from him.

And, besides, what did you dream about her... did you dream of beating her QAQ

Bullying or something, it can't be what she thought.

Song Le's face was hot and flustered, flustered and dazed.

The perverts in her imagination——absolutely not including people like Jiang Lin.

Cold, as if sexually frigid, no one bothered to talk to him, so that he could make people stop, and his tall figure was the most eye-catching sight in the crowd.

But, but!

Now tell her, this kind of Jiang Lin = the pervert who delivers milk every day, learns to knit scarves, and intermittently analyzes himself and confesses his love.

Song Le pursed her lips, still unable to believe it.

How, how is it possible.

While she was stunned and astonished, Jiang Lin was also staring at her non-stop, not missing any expression on her face.

The little dumb opened his eyes wide, the little dumb fell into confusion, the little dumb blushed slightly, the little dumb, the little dumb, the little dumb...

Jiang Lin felt that this was the moment he was closest to happiness in a day, and it was the first time that the little mute had so many emotions because of him.

He was nervous, waiting for the little mute to react slowly, and finally, she seemed to have stopped.

Then he buried his head and wrote something in the sketchbook. The hand holding the pen was slightly restless. Jiang Lin pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, so nervous that he couldn't even hear his breathing.