The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Obengius seemed to be busy, and replied after a long while:

"What's up? Kulim."

Kulim sensed Auburn's cold tone, gritted his teeth and continued, "I heard from Deng that... your wife passed away."

After sending this message, Kulim took a deep breath and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, not even daring to look at the other party's reply.

He admitted his cowardice.

……

Kulim has always been a gloomy, cold and unsociable person.

He was only obsessed with academic research and refused to communicate with anyone, thinking that it would only be a waste of time.

Until that day the heavy rain trapped him in the library.

He stood quietly under the eaves holding the documents, and countless pedestrians hurried past him.

Although school had just started, everyone was walking into the rain in groups of two or three with friends, laughing and cursing.

Kulim's lonely figure was particularly eye-catching, and many people passing by couldn't help but take a look at this academic genius as described by the tutor.

He stood still and ignored the prying eyes. To him, it was nothing to be pitied. At worst, he could go back when the rain stopped.

"Your name is Kulim, right?"

A cheerful and lively voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He turned his head and saw a brown-skinned young man with thick, short curly hair. His smile was as bright as a sunflower blooming in the sun.

Without waiting for Kulim's response, the young man started to chat with him: "Hello! I'm Oppencius from the Academy of Fine Arts. I always hear my instructor mention you. How did you learn? You're amazing! Can you teach me..."

The young man was talking to himself. Kulim frowned impatiently and said coldly, "Use your brain more and talk less."

Obengius continued to smile, as if he had not heard the hidden meaning in his words at all. Instead, he raised the umbrella in his hand and said enthusiastically:

"You didn't bring an umbrella? Come on, I'll take you back!"

Kulim's head was buzzing because of his noise, so he refused and said, "No need."

"Really?" Auburn came over with a smile, not seeming to be angry at all for his kindness being rejected.

"I told you not to!"

"Oh, what a shame. If that happens..." Auburn pointed to the thick documents in Kulim's arms, "your documents will get soaked."

Without waiting for Kulim to refuse, he opened the umbrella to cover the two of them and put his arm around Kulim's shoulders in a familiar manner.

"Let's go! The rain won't stop anytime soon, and when the dormitory closes, no one will take care of you."

"……snort."

Kulim turned his head away, but still followed Auburn in a compromising manner.

From then on, it was like a ray of sunshine shining into his life which was full of boring documents and profound academic studies.

Oppenheimer is like a flame, crazy and passionate, unorthodox, always venting his endless energy in a nonsensical way.

While Kulim was exhausted from dealing with it, he felt extremely warm inside.

Deep down, people all desire to live in a group. Once they have company, they can no longer enjoy loneliness.

"Ding!"

The message brought Kulim back to reality. He hurriedly turned on the communicator, only to see a cold message from Obengius:

"Yes. But it has nothing to do with you."

Kulim felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His hand holding the communicator was shaking slightly, and he typed in frantically:

"It has nothing to do with me, but it has something to do with your Adonis?"

After he sent it out, he realized that this sentence was too radical. When he was secretly regretting it, he received a reply from Auburn:

"Kulim, you still like to make trouble unreasonably."

Kulim suddenly fell to the ground. His pale skin looked even more bloodless and he looked as fragile as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

He grabbed his hair helplessly and fell into memories again.

Since when did he and Obengius gradually become estranged?

He thought, it was probably after Deng Shentong appeared.

At that time, Obengius ran over to him happily and said, "Culim! Do you know? I saw a new student today. My God... He is like an angel!"

Kulim, with his usual cold expression, replied impatiently, "Not interested."

"You are always so boring!" Obengqius said unhappily, then smiled again: "Then I'll go find him! He seems easy to talk to."

Kulim didn't even raise his head. He said calmly, "Go ahead. Don't disturb me while I'm reading."

"You said it! Don't regret it."

Obengius laughed.

However, when he looked up, Obengius was really gone.

"Hey, you guy..."

Kulim frowned, feeling a little lost in his heart, but he immediately immersed himself in his studies again.

Perhaps he did not expect at that time that once Obenius left, he would never look back.

After that, Obengius came to see him less and less frequently, and he was secretly happy that the annoying guy was finally gone.

It started raining heavily again in the library at night.

He still didn't bring an umbrella because he was used to Obanqius picking him up.

But as the sky grew darker, Obengius did not appear.

He thought, maybe Auburn didn't come to the library today.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. Obenius was holding an umbrella and walking towards this side with a smile on his face.

"Oben! I knew you..." Kulim's voice was filled with a hint of excitement that he himself was not even aware of.

However, Obengius hurried past him without even looking at him.

Kulim turned his head away stiffly.

I saw a tall, silver-haired young man standing on the steps at the back. He was like a god in the night, emitting a faint glow like the moonlight.

Obengius skipped up to the young man and opened the umbrella in his hand.

The silver-haired young man revealed a gentle smile, as dazzling as the stars.

The two of them walked past Kulim, talking and laughing, like a pair of close friends.

Kulim heard Obentius call the man "Adonis".

So this is the angel you were talking about.

When he came to his senses, Kulim had already walked into the rain unconsciously.

He was wrapped in the pouring rain. People around him couldn't help but look at this somewhat crazy man, but due to his reputation of being unkind, no one dared to lend a helping hand.

The materials he had worked hard on for a week were soaked by the rain, but as he loved books so much, he didn't feel any pity, only felt extremely cold.

Kulim walked towards the dormitory with empty eyes, thinking numbly:

People like him should be standing alone on a high place.

Useless communication will only affect his studies, and he is so happy to have avoided a trouble.

But why does it hurt so much?

At some point, his robot-like heart began to grow flesh and blood.

His shoulders began to tremble.

The rain is so cold...