[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

The sky is clear and the sun is still abundant today.

There are several classes on the playground who are taking physical education classes. The girls in twos and threes are hiding in the shade of the trees, while the boys are sweating profusely playing basketball.

Sunlight fell on the floor covered with gray floor tiles through the slightly open thin window. A teenager was holding an easel in front of the window. He was facing the window sideways. The dark blue curtains were drawn halfway. Under the cover of the sun, he was hidden in the darkness, only his hands were exposed to the sun.

At first glance, it seems as if only those hands are painting with a paintbrush.

Looking from the glass inner window opposite to the outer window, it happened to be in a blind corner of sight, and one could only vaguely see what crimson paint seemed to be painted on the edge of the drawing board.

The outline of the boy in the dark light and shadow is extremely beautiful, and this kind of beauty reaches its peak in the next moment.

A gust of wind blew in through the slightly open thin window, blowing the somewhat heavy curtains, and a ray of light happened to hit the boy's cheek, reflecting the perfect line from the forehead to the chin.

There were rustling sounds from the corridor outside the inner window, vaguely mixed with deliberately lowered voices.

"My God, how can there be such a good-looking person..."

"Did you see what he was drawing? . . . "

"I can't see clearly, I can't see it, it's a pity that he will burn it after painting..."

"Hey don't get in my way! . . . "

……

Suddenly, a hand with a silver ring on the ring finger patted the shoulder of the girl who was squeezed to the back.

The short-haired girl was taken aback. Looking back, she saw a familiar face. The man's mid-length hair was loosely tied behind. Although his facial features were not handsome, he looked quite serious when he looked at the person and smiled. An indescribable flavor.

The short-haired girl hurriedly patted the back of her partner who was still poking her head in front of her, and said, "Teacher Lu is here!"

"You are from class 5 ([-]), right? Why are you all gathering at the door of the art classroom instead of studying in the classroom?" Lu Xiaodong said a little harshly, but his face didn't show at all. It seemed that he was born with this smile. He looks angry, and his lectures are also very interesting, so he is always very popular among the students.

A group of girls stood in line, bowing their heads and admitting their mistake.

Lu Xiaodong didn't say much. Looking at the group of children, he softened his words: "Okay, don't stand there, go back to your self-study. Next time, I will tell you that Mr. Zhang listened."

The girls nodded repeatedly, and when they passed by the window, they sneaked a few peeks inside and reluctantly left.

Lu Xiaodong opened the door and went in. The first thing he did was to close the curtains of the inner windows, and he pulled the curtains tightly, which seemed to reveal a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The only light in the studio now comes from the half-opened curtain over there.

The blackboard at the back of the studio is covered with excellent paintings of the students, and many easels and drawing boards are also piled up in front of the blackboard. In the classroom, there are several desks and chairs put together. Compared with ordinary classrooms, the layout is more crowded. However, Lu Xiaodong is satisfied, because in his opinion, such a narrow space is conducive to students to relax and communicate and discuss, and it also increases the distance between teachers and students.

He walked between the podium and the first row of student desks towards the bright side of the studio.

The boy still maintains his left hand lightly resting on the edge of the palette on the easel, and his right hand holding a paintbrush to smear on the drawing board. The expression on his face is extremely light, and there is almost no fluctuation at any time. He just looks at it intently. dead before him.

As if the movement outside the window hadn't reached his ears at all, he was immersed in his own world forever and indefinitely.

Lu Xiaodong knew a little about this child's personality flaws. It seems that he lacked the care of his parents since he was a child, and he suffered from severe autism. It was extremely difficult to communicate with others. Apart from daily food, it seemed that he could only focus on painting. .

Because he has never met the boy's parents, Lu Xiaodong is not sure why they would feel relieved to send such a child with communication difficulties to this middle school, and this school is notoriously closed, with pressure from competition for further education Can be ranked in the top three in the province.

But this boy's talent in painting is extremely high.

Lu Xiaodong's eyes fell on the unfinished painting, which was an oil painting with bright colors. The overall composition was from the perspective of the person inside the window looking out of the window through a window, the dark inside of the window, and Outside the sunny window, he inks less inside the window, and even paints less on the window than the scenery outside the window.

Lu Xiaodong thought to himself, it really is the same painting again.

When he saw this painting for the first time, he was shocked, and immediately sent it to the province as a teenager to participate in the annual painting and calligraphy competition, and won the first prize of that year, which is well deserved.

When it was exhibited at that time, the name "Outside the Window" was used.

When Lu Xiaodong thought that he might have found a treasure, he gradually discovered that although this young man was extremely talented, he just kept painting the same painting over and over again.

It has been the same "Outside the Window" for two years. What remains unchanged is the eternally dark inside of the window, the scarlet curtains blown by the breeze, and that window, which is strangely here, under the brush of this young man. The scenery is constantly changing, there are seasons of the year, there are sunny days and rainy days, and even the treetops and rose gardens are also changing.

It's as if the boy is not in reality, but lives in the window of the painting and looks out the window day after day, year after year.

Lu Xiaodong's sudden thought flashed by, but he didn't catch it.

"Xiao Jue, I'd better go to Teacher Zhang's office for lunch break later, and don't run around."

Lu Xiaodong gave some advice, but the boy didn't reply, but he was used to it.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the light coming in from the window was also deflected. Some fell on the young man's face, making his already fair face look transparent, and the thin and thin hairs on his face were clearly visible, enveloping him for many years. The gloom between the brows was also reduced a lot in the light, and from Lu Xiaodong's perspective, it seemed to be a bit strangely cute.

He couldn't help but raised his hand and gently touched the boy's head.

Then when the boy stopped his paintbrush and seemed to frown, he left the art classroom.

Before leaving, he gently closed the door.

The crimson paint of Yan Jueshan tone was lightly brushed on the side of the window in the painting with a brush. This is the last touch of this painting.

He put down his pen and looked at some familiar scenes in the painting. Although he vaguely knew that he had lost something extremely important, he couldn't always remember what he had forgotten. Obviously, he even had the memory of his infancy.

He could only draw the scenes that repeatedly appeared in his dreams over and over again.

Very important, very important stuff.

When you can't get it, when you can't hold it in your hands, this world, together with his existence, is meaningless.

Yan Jueshan looked out of the window in the painting, his eyes like stagnant water suddenly seemed to see something, and shook slightly.

Trying to make himself forget that he was in a haunted den every day, Wen Linyu felt very physically and mentally exhausted.

It was already very miserable for him to be drawn into such a world dealing with ghosts and gods, and Wen Linyu then found that his progress in saving so many worlds through hard work had dropped by more than half!

When questioning the system, the electronic voice also said that he gave it to exchange things on his own initiative.

Wen Linyu:? ? ?

Is there such a thing?

It was clearly engulfed by it!

He tried his best to explain through the system, and recalled what he did in the last world. He only remembered some general things, and everything else turned into untouchable smoke. Son... He seems to have used his own painstaking efforts to bring the dying male lead back to life, right? The male lead was brought back to life?

Wen Linyu wanted to rush back and wake up his extravagant self.

Even if he used it in this world to exchange for an item from the system that would make the ghosts in front of him look like little angels, it would be better than using it on the male protagonist after the task was completed.

Wen Linyu sighed.

[Ding, the tasker has worked hard to complete the task, and there will be a lot of progress rewards. The system has a friendly reminder that the tasker can already see the hero of this world. ]

Wen Linyu recovered after hearing the words, and found a thin layer of mist appeared in front of him. After passing through the mist, he came to a studio, and the only person in the studio was sitting by the bed and drawing.

He recognized at a glance that it was the male lead.

There is a big difference between the male lead and the sick young man many years ago. He finally looks much stronger and healthier. There is no need for Wen Linyu to feel that he is going to roll his eyes the next moment when he sees him, and hits GG unexpectedly. .

The male protagonist is also much older than before, and the overall facial features have not changed much.

This made Wen Linyu feel that he just slept for a while, and sitting in front of him was still the lonely little boy who loved learning and reading decades ago.

Wen Linyu, who was thinking about how to explain his current state to the young hero, in case he was also afraid of ghosts, suddenly found that the hero was not too focused at all, but couldn't see himself at all.

Still thinking about it, the system task of seeing every stitch came down.

[Ding, the male protagonist in this world has not yet opened his yin and yang eyes, please help the male protagonist to open his yin and yang eyes, the time limit is 30 seconds, the countdown begins...]

Wen Linyu: ...

How does he know how to drive.

[Ding, a friendly reminder from the system, due to the special form of the tasker at this time, all you need to do is kiss the male protagonist's forehead. ]

Wen Linyu: ... What?

[Ding, countdown five...four...three...two...]

He looked at the ignorant young man in front of him, and suddenly felt a little ashamed, but told himself that he would never know what he had done before he opened it, so he slowly moved closer, and pressed a kiss on his smooth and white forehead .

At the moment he approached, a few strands of black thread flowed from his soul body and sank into Yan Jueshan's forehead.

Yan Jueshan only felt a chill in his forehead, and something clicked in his chest.

He took out the jade that had been worn around his neck for an unknown amount of time, and found a crack on it, and then his eyes blurred, as if some black shadow flashed in front of him and disappeared into the jade in his hand.

Wen Linyu, who was finally able to escape from the ghost gate, was still not relieved, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the male lead's shell, which had a strange attraction to him, how can I describe it... It's like being hungry for a few days A plate of fried chicken appeared in front of a month old.

Wen Linyu: ...

He resisted this desire with difficulty.

Later he discovered that this attraction was due to the fact that the male lead was born with a lack of soul, not only for him, but also for all other ghosts.

Unlucky, just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den!

The male lead is scarier than the gate of hell, so that's probably what happened to the reincarnation of Calling Soul Banner.

Wen Linyu used to be able to drive away ghosts by relying on the particularity of his soul and body, but now he hides his breath and follows the hero all the time to see ghosts... What evil did he do!

The author has something to say:

The little male lead with his own soul-calling flag DEBUFF: wronged.

These two chapters are regarded as transitional, the first wronged soul and the case will start in the next chapter, there are probably two to three in this volume, depending on the length of the volume.

continue tomorrow~