Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

At that moment, the already quiet surroundings became noisy again.

Many students from other schools don't know what exchange students mean. You keep asking each other, even Han Qian is asking Gu Zizhen who is on the side.

Gu Zizhen suddenly interjected: "We won, it's meaningless to mention last year."

Never thinking about this possibility at all, Meng Jijiu looked around hesitantly, and finally landed on the little cap who was peeping from the depths of the crowd.

"Okay, since the bet is too big this time, let's add another one. If you win, I'll convince Little Cap, how about it?"

As the students of the two schools who knew about the exchange student program looked over, no matter how much Xie Ning lowered his sense of presence, his pale and majestic face was still exposed to the public eye.

So Meng Jijiu had this plan when he asked him the question just now?

It is good to be able to delay returning to Yangcheng High School, but if the price becomes the focus of the competition, it will be a bit of a loss.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Xie Ning opened his mouth, and was about to refuse, but Gu Zizhen interrupted him and the new conditions, and successfully blocked the rest of his words.

Convincing Cap...?

He subconsciously looked at Duan Ling.

Could it be that Little Cap is harassing the protagonist again?

After such a delay, the bet was actually paid by Gu Zizhen: "Yes."

In the eyes of most students in Yangcheng, this is a bet with both advantages and no disadvantages. Whether they win or lose, the result is good.

And Gu Zizhen is not a member of the basketball team. As the president of the student council, he thinks he has the right to speak.

"You can be a fart! What does it matter to you?!"

Just then, the intermission ended and the referee blew the whistle to start the second half.

Meng Jijiu was surrounded by Nangao team members to prepare, and it was obvious that half of them were dissatisfied with his decision. Meng Jijiu listened silently, letting Hongmao and others spray medicine on his ankles as a precaution.

Xie Ning didn't have the energy to pay attention to how Nangao was doing, the atmosphere in Yangcheng was much quieter than Nangao's talking to each other.

Most of the basketball team are students who are familiar with He Manjuan, most of them are freshmen and sophomores. Not only do they not have any hostility towards Xie Ning, but because of He Manjuan, they are a little fond of the house.

"It's not good to bet like this, what if you lose?"

With the current score, Yang Cheng basically lost his arrogance, and as the game progressed, the feeling of having more energy than energy became more and more obvious.

He Man was so worried that he drooped his head, unable to think of a way, and subconsciously asked Duan Ling for help.

As if hearing a funny joke, her diamond lips curled up, and Duan Ling walked towards the scoreboard step by step.

"Xie Ning."

The atmosphere on both sides was completely different. Xie Ning in the center of the vortex was like a piece of driftwood at the moment, flustered and at a loss, with no direction, and he didn't even know what he should do.

The chattering and chattering sound could not stop piercing into the ears, and within a meter behind him, he could hear his name being mentioned over and over again from strangers.

He thought he was getting used to it, but it turned out that he still couldn't, and he was tired of this feeling.

"Xie Ning."

The sunlight was blocked by the people around him, and the murmurs in his ears seemed to have subsided somewhat. Xie Ning shook his head and raised his head stiffly.

Duan Ling looked down at him without the expected anger, and there was a little disappointment in his voice, and there were some things he couldn't understand.

"It seems that you are really addicted to staying in the garbage dump." He said lightly.

Xie Ning's lips moved slightly, no, in fact he didn't want to be in Nangao at all.

he just...

I don't know how long it took, when the referee blew the second whistle, the top of the head suddenly sank, and the faint fragrance and shadow fell together.

The familiar peaked cap was buttoned on the head, and the breeze carried the voice.

"Oh, I disappointed you again."

His heart beat abruptly twice, and at that moment, the action was ahead of his brain, and he reached out and grabbed Duan Ling's clothes.

"You want to play?!"

How do you play basketball with a shoulder injury? Duan Ling is crazy if someone as pushy as Cun Tou doesn't play!

After a slight pause, Duan Ling coldly pushed his hand away: "Don't touch me."

"I don't agree to this condition! Don't..."

"You promise?"

Duan Ling turned her head and glanced at the hat on his head: "You are all mine, is it your turn to agree?"

After that, he walked slowly into the court, took the basketball from the nearest player, and threw it at will to Meng Jijiu who was diagonally opposite.

It seemed very random, but the trajectory and speed seemed to have been carefully calculated, flying straight from his right side.

The old injury on his right ankle couldn't cope, Meng Jijiu was startled, and subconsciously reached out to catch it. The basketball slipped from his palm and rolled back towards Duan Ling.

"laugh."

Without the cover of the hat, her coquettish facial features were completely exposed to the sun, Duan Ling raised her chin slightly, and smiled wildly and perversely.

"What are you doing? Here you go, can you keep it?"

There was a thick black mist in his eyes, and there was no light in sight.

But his existence itself is more dazzling than any light.

……

In the three years of high school, Duan Ling hadn't touched basketball a few times. Except for He Manjuan who blindly believed that Brother Ling was omnipotent, almost no one knew that he could play basketball.

Only Xie Ning knew about the halo of the protagonist. The moment Duan Ling came on stage, the outcome was already decided.

But the aura is one thing, the price paid is another.

Both of them played with injuries, and Duan Ling didn't even change his clothes. In his hands, the basketball was like a gadget that he could play with casually.

It is basically no different from people affected by the aura of heartthrob.

No matter how strong Meng Jijiu's skills are, no matter how good his teammates are, he still struggles.

Both the shoulder and leg injuries were injuries that prevented strenuous exercise. In the later stage, both of them looked ugly, but neither of them refused to stop, and no one dared to stop them.

The protagonist is really angry when he speaks so harshly, and Meng Jijiu will be wrong. Coupled with the new and old hatred with Duan Ling, the situation cannot be controlled at all.

That night, both Gu Zizhen and Han Qian inquired about Duan Ling's injury from the doctor of Duan's family. When Gu Zizhen agreed, he didn't expect Duan Ling to play. Now his face was gloomy, but Xie Ning felt that he might not Regret this decision.

After all, at the later stage of the plot, because Duan Ling was out of control, the deep-minded Gu Zizhen would occasionally teach him a little lesson without being discovered.

Only he really regrets it.

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have paused for those two seconds, no, he shouldn't have turned back in the first place!

Watching the situation on the field with trepidation, when the game was drawing to a close and the score began to spread, there was a sudden burst of complaints and curses from behind.

"My mom! How long has it been going on?!"

Carrying a DSLR, the boy in the iconic school uniform of Weilan No. [-] Middle School crowded to the scoreboard like a pangolin, and adjusted the camera tremblingly.

"I tried my best to climb the wall to sneak here, please slow down."

Seeing that there was a seat in front of him, he hesitated for a moment. He was so tired and sweating profusely that he couldn't stand still, so he simply sat down.

Suddenly someone sat next to him, and Xie Ning's focus on the court was pulled back. He caught a glimpse of the school uniform on him, and his eyes were fixed.

Azure No. [-] Middle School?That school for nerds he wants to transfer to?

Looking into his eyes, the young man quickly flashed a look of surprise on his face, and then said timidly: "Student, let me sit down for a while, are you okay?"

There will be no one on the bench for a while, Xie Ning nodded when he saw the young man wheezing from exhaustion.

"It's okay, just sit down."

"Thank you!"

When he was breathing well and the camera was adjusted, the boy hurriedly started to take pictures of the stadium, muttering to himself while taking pictures: "Oh my God! So handsome!!! Is this really a human face? Woohoo, have you seen it?!"

The young man obviously had the problem of a broken mouth, and he wanted to say whatever he thought of. At first, Xie Ning didn't pay much attention to it, but as the young man's rainbow farts became more and more exaggerated, he couldn't help but care.

"It's so handsome! It's not a loss! But why Duan Ling always looks at the camera today, it's so strange, did he finally notice me?"

Xie Ning: "..."

No matter how much you stare at the game, it will not end early, and it is even more impossible for him to stay in Nangao. There is a ready-made Weilan No. [-] middle school student by his side. Xie Ning simply took his mind to ask: "Student, do you have many transfer students from your school?"

"Transfer students?" The young man kept snapping pictures, "Very few people transfer to our school. Those inside want to go out, but no one outside wants to come in. Isn't that the case in Weilan No. [-] Middle School?"

…Unfortunately, there is an exception in front of me.

"So there are no transfer students recently?"

"I haven't heard of it."

Xie Ning was a little disappointed. From this point of view, the threshold for Weilan No. [-] Middle School is quite high.

I heard that Weilan No. [-] Middle School has closed management, and there are still classes on Friday afternoons, so it is not easy for the boy to sneak out. Listening to what he muttered, it seems that he is another character who is illuminated by the aura of heartthrob.

"Why are you asking this?"

After taking several positive photos, the young man put down the camera contentedly, and finally had time to talk to him: "Don't come to our school! There is no freedom here, and you have to live on campus, it's like a prison!"

After a pause, he added: "And there are no handsome men and beautiful women in Weilan No. [-] Middle School, so it doesn't match your style of painting!"

Xie Ning choked up, unable to keep up with the boy's brain circuit, why do you still look at the painting style when you go to school these days?

For others, it may be a prison, but for him who can't wait to find a small dark room to isolate himself, the environment in Weilan No. [-] Middle School is simply paradise.

However, there was little hope of transferring to another school. Xie Ning let out a tired breath and turned his attention back to the court.

The development of the plot is getting out of control.

Collisions on the basketball court are inevitable. Duan Ling is like a volcano about to erupt. For him, basketball is not only a pleasant sport, but also an outlet for emotions. Meng Jijiu is purely eager to win , regardless of recklessly.

When Meng Jijiu bumped into Duan Ling's shoulder while grabbing the ball, he staggered and his brows were knotted.

Xie Ning stood up abruptly, and Han Qian called a timeout with Yangcheng's loudspeaker.

"pause!"

Yangcheng applied for a timeout. During the 1-minute break, the players came back to adjust.

Meng Jijiu was sitting in the rest area to take a rest. Many people were talking anxiously around him. From time to time, they turned their heads and glared at him sullenly. Don't drink too much water.

On Yangcheng's side, Duan Ling did not end during the brief 1-minute break.

He stood under the basket alone, looking at the basketball at his feet, wondering what he was thinking. There were a lot of people who wanted to get close, and he flinched because of the gloomy aura he exuded.

From a distance, although the figure is eye-catching and dazzling, it looks extremely lonely, just like the basketball at the feet, which was scrambled by more than a dozen people a minute ago, and was left alone in the blink of an eye.

The difference is that no one left the protagonist, it was the protagonist who left the others.

As soon as the timeout was called, Han Qian walked over angrily. Before he could speak, the basketball at Duan Ling's feet suddenly kicked towards the scoreboard, hitting the board and almost falling down.

"Leave far away!"

Han Qian, who had just walked to Xie Ning's side and was about to attack, froze in place.

Seeing the basketball rolling to his feet, Xie Ning's mood fluctuated, and the fists on his side clenched and tightened.

The pause time is only 1 minute, which is not enough for people to calm down and think.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped over the basketball, walked into the open court, and stood in front of Duan Ling facing countless gazes.

"stop fighting."

He tilted his head slightly, his hat could block the sunlight, but it couldn't block his obscure expression.

"I don't want to stay in Nangao, I'm just a little scared to go back."

This time, it was not a reason to move out for breaking up, but a carefully revealed heartfelt voice.

"So...don't fight."