False Jacksu forced to become Jacksu [Quick Transmigration]

Like painting, if Han Yun didn't know that it was Yan Yunbai's sketchbook, Han Yun would have thought he had flipped through Han Qin's sketchbook.

The sketchbook has a total of more than [-] pages. The first ten pages are Han Yun's sketches, and the last few pages are the Q version of Han Yun. There are more than ten drawings of different sizes on a piece of paper, and the eyebrows and expressions are very similar. Without long-term observation and a certain degree of familiarity, it is difficult to draw so vividly.

Han Yun put the notebook back to its original place, with mixed feelings in his heart.

After a while, Yan Yunbai came back with big bags and small bags, besides a bag of beer and cocktail drinks, he also carried a bottle of red wine.

Han Yun was stunned: "Why did you buy red wine?"

"For frying steak."

After Yan Yunbai finished speaking, he went to work in the kitchen. They ate steak and pasta at night. Yan Yunbai also made a special black pepper sauce temporarily, poured it on the freshly fried steak and pasta, and the room was full of fragrance.

Other than being too spicy, there are no other downsides.

It's just that both of them can't take spicy food very much, and they have run out of iced drinks at home. Yan Yunbai happened to buy iced beer and cocktails when he came back just now, so they naturally become drinks that understand spicy food.

Han Yun has a good capacity for alcohol, although he is easy to get on his face, but the actual drunkenness is not as strong as it looks on the outside.But it wasn't until he met Yan Yunbai that he realized that he could get drunk even after drinking beer, and it turned out that someone had a worse reaction to drinking than he did.

Yan Yunbai's complexion was already pale, but now his cheeks were even more blushing after drinking. He leaned his elbows on the table and looked at Han Yun with his head half tilted.The eyes are not very clear, but the smile on the face is unprecedentedly gentle and light.

Han Yun would bet that no one in the school had ever seen such an expression on Yan Yunbai's face.

He leaned over and snatched the glass bottle from Yan Yunbai's hand, "Professor Yan, you are drunk, stop drinking."

Yan Yunbai looked at him and didn't speak, just laughed.

Han Yun supported his forehead and coaxed him half-comfortably: "I'll clean up the table and wash the dishes now, you sit here and don't run around, okay?"

Yan Yunbai nodded, raised the corners of his lips, curled his eyes, and smiled very childishly, "Okay, I will be obedient."

Han Yun: "..."

It seems a little strange.

He didn't think much about it, he washed the dishes faster and walked to the restaurant, only to find that the bottle of red wine he used to fry the steak just now had run out, and Yan Yunbai was lying on the table.

He raised his head and looked at Han Yun with a silly smile, "Are you done?"

Han Yun couldn't help sighing, "Yes, I'm done." He half bent down, wrapped his arms around Yan Yunbai's armpit to help him up, "Come on, I'll take you to the bed and lie down."

Yan Yunbai relaxedly put all his weight on Han Yun's body, leaned his head on his shoulder with half-closed eyes, and brushed his lips intentionally or unintentionally across the side of his neck.Han Yun tilted his head to avoid it, feeling how twisted he was, he simply picked him up horizontally, walked into the room and put him on the bed.

Han Yun helped him cover the quilt, but when he was about to leave, he was held tightly by his hand. Yan Yunbai held his hand with one hand and grabbed his clothes corner with the other, refusing to let go.

"You sleep too, together."

The drunk Yan Yunbai was simply unreasonable, Han Yun said: "Professor Yan, I still have to do my homework."

Yan Yunbai was not happy: "You are lying, I didn't assign homework in my West Classics."

Han Yun: "...and high numbers—"

"You don't have an advanced math class tomorrow."

"..."

Han Yun began to think about whether Yan Yunbai was really drunk. Not only was he smart but also extremely strong, he felt his hands were going to be pinched green—to be precise, they were already green.

After persuading him with kind words for a while, Yan Yunbai still refused to accept his words, so Han Yun had no choice but to lie down with him, intending to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.

However, maybe it was because the three heads of the school hospital bar were too tired from running around these days, or maybe it was because of the alcohol, Han Yun fell asleep not long after he lay down. He tried to struggle, but In the end, he was still defeated by the heavy eyelids, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

A few minutes later, Yan Yunbai quietly opened his eyes, and lightly helped him pull up the quilt, then leaned his head over, closed his eyes peacefully, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Han Yun slept very soundly, Yan Yunbai woke up once at four o'clock and didn't go back to sleep, just quietly watching Han Yun lost in thought.

At five o'clock, the morning sun rose outside the house, and the warm golden sunlight shone in, lightly sprinkled on Han Yun's body, making his black hair dyed a bright chestnut color, as if even his long eyelashes had a beautiful golden light .

Yan Yunbai approached him, caressed Han Yun's side face, and printed a delicate and gentle kiss on his eyebrows, eyes, and finally on the corner of his lips.

He held his breath nervously, but he was reluctant to close his eyes, his expression almost pious.

Undoubtedly, Han Yun was woken up. In his sleep, he always felt itchy on his face as if someone swept a feather around. He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was touching the tip of Yan Yunbai's nose. The tip of the nose, the two are almost stuck together.

Han Yun was so frightened that he woke up completely. He hurriedly moved back, but he didn't realize that he was lying on the edge of the bed. With this move, he rolled out of the bed and hit the ground with a thud.

Han Yun grinned and covered his head. When he got up, he glanced at the clock——08:30!

Day, you missed school again!

However, after he sat on the chair with hands and feet together, Han Yun suddenly remembered that the person he wanted to ask for leave was right in front of him.

Yan Yunbai propped up the bed and sat up, as if he had seen something from Han Yun's frightened eyes looking at the clock earlier, so he turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Quite leave."

Han Yun: "..."

Yan Yunbai looked at his watch, "It's 35:[-], I'll give you half an hour to wash up and have breakfast, and then we'll go to class."

Han Yun was stunned: "...to class?"

"Yes, Western Economics, I'm going to give you a little lesson."

"...why...why do you want to go to that..."

Yan Yunbai smiled: "Because you are the worst in that subject, I don't want to see your West Longitude score flying low at the end of the term."

Han Yun quibbled with a guilty conscience: "How do you know that I am the worst in Western Classics before I take the exam?" Their midterm exams only include English and advanced mathematics, and the other subjects are only tested once at the end of the semester.

"Because I know you," Yan Yunbai said, "Okay, don't talk to me, you know it's useless."

If Han Yun looked at him blankly every time in class, then nine out of ten he was in a daze, and he did so almost every class.

Han Yun: "...Oh."

He suddenly felt that it was really hard to decide which one was more annoying, Yan Yunbai now or yesterday.