Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

Three classes in three years.

A long leg was straddling the desk, and the dark blue uniform trousers were pressed into fine folds, but the owner of the long leg turned a blind eye.

The yellow-haired boy with unruly hair seemed to be immersed in some kind of inexplicable anger, and the source of that emotion seemed... to come from him.

He, Xie Ning.

Xie Ning, a three-good student in Huajiang City for five years in a row, excellent in character and learning, good-looking, "other people's child" who has never caused trouble since childhood.

"I heard that you are the nouveau riche who hugged Duan Ling's thigh? Little bitch, where did you come from?!"

Compared with the aggressive Xingshi's questioning, the tone of the big long leg can barely be regarded as tough. In this toughness, there is also a trace of untraceable grievances, as if saying, "Obviously I came first".

Xie Ning raised his head frame by frame as if stuck in his seat, facing the students with long legs and the resentment behind the long legs, who seemed to be real, and felt from the bottom of his heart that they must have admitted the wrong person.

If they are not mistaken, then they must be dreaming, this dream is still unknown, it seems to be linked with the bloody novels they read before going to bed.

"Excuse me... who are you?" He swallowed and replied politely.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the desk was kicked half a meter away. Xie Ning's little soul trembled and shut his mouth.

"This sissy is full of garlic! Duan Ling is just playing with you, do you really think we dare not touch you?"

What the long-legged words sounded like a threat, if one ignores his overwhelmed crying.

How dare you!How dare you!Xie Ning buried his head in slander.

His calf was throbbing, he must have been knocked green by the table, and he was no more than a dozen against him, so he didn't dare to act rashly except holding his leg and pretending to be his grandson.

Most importantly, he didn't understand the situation at all, was he dreaming, or was he dreaming? !

In my memory, the school should be a place with a good atmosphere, solemn and solemn, and the students are all friendly, kind, and brave.

But now it was the evening self-study time, but he was surrounded by a group of students in the classroom, and many classmates sat scattered around, but they all turned a blind eye to his pleading eyes.

what happened? !

The students in the class were unreliable, Xie Ning secretly took out his mobile phone, planning to find someone for help, or directly call the police to solve the problem, when suddenly a shout came from the door.

"He Manjuan! What are you doing!"

Xie Nin's dialing fingers froze.

The long-legged man named He Manjuan rubbed the corners of his rosy eyes, and when he turned towards the door, Bai Nen's face turned fierce: "Gu Zizhen, don't pretend to be a good person!"

Xie Nin's dialing finger cramped.

Facts have proved that this is not a dream, he is in pain.

He Manjuan?Gu Zizhen?And... Duan Ling? !

Just kidding...

The corners of his mouth and fingers twitched together, and the glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

As a supporter of idealism, Xie Ning has always only read novels that have nothing to do with his name, just to avoid one day accidentally transmigrating into the book and suffering.

Moreover, he is 1 sure that there is not a single character named Xie Ning in the "Glamorous Man Just Wants to Hit" that he read last night!

"This is a school, not a place for you to run wild."

Gu Zizhen has a gentle appearance and a gentle voice, so gentle that almost no one can tell that he is just perfunctory: "Don't you feel ashamed to bring so many people here to bully a girl?"

Xie Ning's little heart sank a little more.

That's right, Gu Zi was right, he appeared gentle and moist like jade, but in reality he was full of bad taste. He knew that he was a man, but now he was pretending to fight against injustice, but in fact he was maliciously ridiculing him.

"Damn girl! He's the one who dated Duan Ling... Then, who is that!"

He Manjuan's mind froze, and he kicked Xie Ning's table again angrily: "Little bitch, what's your name?!"

Xie Ning: "...?"

According to the ages of He Manjuan and Gu Zizhen, the plot of "Glamorous People Just Want to Beat People" should have just started.

Nowadays, the scrutiny of online literature is not as strong as usual. Authors are forced to have their characters become adults before they can start dating, and high school seniors are just right.

At the beginning of the plot, which is the part of Chapter 1, the author mentioned in about two lines that the protagonist Duan Ling had a boyfriend when he just entered the third year of high school.

It can't be said to be a joke, in fact, he was annoyed by being harassed and casually grabbed a hapless ghost to divert firepower, and the description of this hapless ghost in the full text of "Glamorous Man Just Wants to Hit People" is only one sentence, two lines , the author didn't even take his name.

So now you don't need the same name to wear a book, but let him, the unlucky ghost, pass through and name yourself?

Do you wear books like this now? !

The defenseless Xie Ning was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously covered his mouth, for fear that after saying his name, he would really become a character in the book.

"What about you!"

Probably because he knew that his legs were long, He Manjuan kicked the table again as if he had an advantage.

When reading the novel, Xie Ning stood there for two days as He Manjuan was doing the real thing. When he met the real person, the cuteness that can only be seen as a bystander was completely gone, and he was only aggrieved and annoyed.

He didn't want to answer, the classmate who had been pretending to be dead suddenly became too enthusiastic now.

"Xie Ning."

Wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, the head of the front desk who had been buried in pretending to brush up the questions said without looking back, "...his name is Xie Ning."

With the sound of these two words, Xie Ning's heart sank to the bottom.

It's not a psychological effect, just now, memories that don't belong to him flooded into his mind like a wave.

The five senses of the body became sharper, He Manjuan's amber cat eyes became more vivid, and the whispers in the classroom suddenly became louder. Invisibly, it seemed that a certain barrier was pierced by the void, and he was completely integrated into a member of this world .

"...Xie Ning, Xie Ning."

He Manjuan chewed it several times, with an expression as if he wanted to chew him to pieces.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the evening self-study is still going on.

The classroom door suddenly stumbled and ran past two thorny boys, grabbed the front door frame and barely stopped the car, and shouted at the top of his voice before he could catch his breath, the voice was so loud that it could spread throughout the entire floor.

"Cat roll! Brother Ling was surrounded by Nangao's grandson at the school gate!"

"what?!"

Hearing the news, He Manjuan immediately jumped up, ignoring Xie Ning, and rushed out. As a result, he bumped his knee onto the desk in the front row, and immediately curled up grinning.

"Hiss... Fuck, bastard! Those bastards in Nangao don't want to live, do they, Meng Jijiu's grandson is also in there?"

"Not here, just a few little ones, just Hongmao and the others."

During the process of questioning and answering between the two, Gu Zizhen rushed over earlier, not only him, but the classmates in the class ran to the corridor window and looked down, not a little more enthusiastic than Xie Ning.

Only Xie Ning in Class Three of Three Years breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped on the chair with a pale face.

Unfamiliar memories invaded his mind, and he hadn't digested the predicament of going through the book. He opened the textbook on the table, trying to prove that it was just a dream.

Dreams are abstract, so the book should be a blurry mosaic, but naturally he was desperate again. The book is not only about correct math problems, but he still can't do it.

He Manjuan rushed to the door of the classroom. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Ning who was still turning the pages of the book, and broke his voice in anger.

"Fuck! Your boyfriend is blocked, you fucking meow still want to study?!"

The word boyfriend was too unfamiliar, Xie Ning lost his mind, pointed to himself and asked, "I...?"

He Manjuan leaned on the podium and jumped forward, turned over the desk nimbly, rushed forward a few steps, grabbed his collar and pulled it out.

"Brother Ling has been blindfolded by a ghost. I've taken a fancy to you bitch! Hurry over there!"

"…wait wait wait!"

"Wait a fart! Those grandchildren are engaging in gang fights!"

Along the way, Xie Ning was running passively. He Manjuan was tall and long-legged, but his body was exceptionally light. He jumped up and down the four-step staircase. Xie Ning almost fell to his death on the road a few hundred meters from the teaching building to the school gate.

Before the evening self-study was over, more than a dozen people had already gathered beside the gold-coated gate of Yangcheng High School.

The onlookers from a distance are all the rich kids in Yangcheng High School uniforms, low-key yet stylish. In the middle are five Nangao students in loose sportswear with artificially modified graffiti and colorful hair.

The two gangs are clearly separated, the inner circle seems to be one-to-five weak, but the outer circle has long been surrounded by the Yangcheng faction, no matter how they are, this is their home field.

Even if there were no students in the outer circle, the five tall and burly teenagers faced the opposite person with their hands in their pockets, and their stature seemed a little shorter for no reason.

From Xie Ning's position, he could only see Duan Ling's back, not his face, but it didn't prevent him from feeling the domineering aura of the protagonist.

He Manjuan dragged him into the center of the crowd, the young master who seemed to cry easily was very courageous at the moment.

"Damn it! Nangao's bastard is not lost anymore, dare to run to the door of grandpa's house to pee?!"

If a burly man of five years and three years said this, Xie Ning would not feel that the other party was overreaching.

Hearing this shout, Duan Ling glanced sideways at He Manjuan, and when she saw Xie Ning who was being grabbed by him, her eyes moved slightly.

When the red-haired man saw that it was He Manjuan who was speaking, his shrunken arrogance burst out three feet high: "He Manjuan, you bastard, you were beaten lightly last time, right? Daddy will discount your dogleg next time! "

"Laughing to death, pick one grandpa and beat you ten times. Today, the Meng family dog ​​loosened your chain and let you out?"

"Fuck you! Stop talking about Brother Meng, Dad doesn't have time to talk to you today!"

Teenagers in their seventeenth and eighteenth years were young and vigorous, and the slightest spark could lead to a war, and several people began to scold each other with each other.

Duan Ling in the center of the battlefield let out a 'tsk' impatiently, her voice was not loud, but it happened to stop the quarrel between the two sides.

Nangao's red-haired leader paused, and said softly, "Duan Ling, Xiaomao hasn't spoken for three days. We're not here to trouble you. You don't think he's normal, but you don't need to be so irritating. him?"

It was only now that the onlookers figured out the reason. He Manjuan, who was the most yelling and scolding just now, was stunned for a few seconds, then grinned, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hey, the dog fur hat is self-closing, this is it."

Gu Zizhen, who didn't know when he approached, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth: "Good thing."

Xie Ning didn't know who Xiaomao was, and he didn't know why the two of them were suddenly happy.

Duan Ling seemed to be very tired of this kind of topic: "It's none of my business, I have a girlfriend and I'm fucking endless."

This sentence is very awkward under careful reading, as if he was looking for someone to avoid entangled suitors, but no one is thinking about it at the moment.

Duan Ling and Xie Ning have only been dating for a few days, not only the people in Nangao don't know about it, but even most of the students in Yangcheng High School haven't heard the news. When Duan Ling said this, the school gate was quiet for two seconds. The battalion was bombed.

Hongmao was dumbfounded for a long time, and then as if he found some flaw in Duan Ling's face, he turned from surprise to smile.

"Our two schools are just across the street. You don't have to fool us like this. Come with me to see Xiaomao. From now on, everyone will stay safe."

"Fudge your mother!"

Duan Ling's back shook twice, and his anger directly affected his breathing frequency.

Without any warning, Xie Ning suddenly heard an angry shout.

"Xie Ning! Come here."

The gloomy young man turned his head, and the artificially guided spotlight hit Xie Ning's snow-white face, making him instantly the focus of sight of dozens of people.

So far, it was the first time he saw his 'boyfriend''s face clearly.