Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

The poster that could not be torn off last time was firmly attached to the ceiling, facing the single bed.

The photo taken secretly by the original owner is quite good. In the photo, Duan Ling, who was passing by the corridor, looked at the camera strangely. After printing it into a poster, at first glance, it seems that the two are looking at each other.

No plot of brain congestion can compare to the current plot.

Xie Ning's head exploded with a buzzing sound, and he went blank without speaking, directly losing his language function.

If he could go back in time, he would definitely tear off that poster on the first day of time travel.

"You, listen to me...!"

After a brief pause, Duan Ling replied with 'say', and walked into the bedroom.

Xie Ning was stunned, but there was no response? ...or are you so angry that you don't want to say a word?

There was no disgust or banter as imagined, Duan Ling turned his back to him, Xie Ning subconsciously wanted to wink, but his eyes were attracted by the pair of red ears.

"Duan Ling... do you have a fever?"

He followed into the bedroom and looked forward: "Or is my house too hot?"

Could it be that Duan Ling's ears would turn red when he was particularly angry?

"...Fuck!" After holding back for a long time, Duan Ling couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned his head suddenly, Xie Ning backed away in fright, sat down on the bed, looked up at him like a frightened deer, when he saw Duan Ling's face clearly, his eyes paused.

He said he was angry, but there seemed to be something wrong.

When she was angry, Ling's eyes were as sharp as a knife, but now, although she was staring at him, her pupils were moist without much hostility.

Thinking of his birthday, Duan Ling looked away unnaturally, her tone was still very stiff: "This thing... how long have you posted it?"

As the topic went back, Xie Ning's face flashed with embarrassment, and he muttered and didn't speak.

What to say, the original owner has posted it for at least half a year.

Seeing him start to feel awkward, Duan Ling raised her eyebrows, her messy mood calmed down miraculously.

He looked up at the ceiling again: "When was it taken?"

To be honest, he didn't have the slightest impression of this photo, just like he did with Xie Ning two months ago.

Xie Ning opened his mouth, but still didn't say a word, he just signaled him not to ask with his pleading eyes.

This poster, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I can't explain it clearly.

"Don't you want to explain?"

Seeing his bewildered look, Duan Ling seemed to have something to melt in her heart, her mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and she even forgot about the fact that she was hiding her birthday.

The trembling eyelashes were tickling, Duan Ling's eyes darkened, and she reached out to touch his face.

At first this movement was just a test of touch, but now it seems to have become a habit, there is a soft touch between the fingers, and the same temperature as the shy cheek.

"Have you liked me for a long time? Why don't you usually see it?"

Pushing the person down on the bed, Duan Ling leaned over and turned to the ceiling, her face darkened.

Eighteen or nineteen years old is the time when puberty sprouts, and it is hard not to think too much about this angle.

"Still facing, are you fucking..."

"I do not have!!!"

Guessing what he was going to say almost the moment he opened his mouth, Xie Ning covered his mouth, almost crying in anxiety.

The brain was forced to short-circuit, the Duan Ling in front of him and the Duan Ling on the ceiling overlapped strangely, Xie Ning didn't even notice the current posture.

"Don't think about it! This is not me..."

"Ning Ning! Young Master Duan... Cough, Duan Ling, it's time for dinner!"

Father Xie's sudden yell made both of them stunned at the same time, Xie Ning was like waking up from a dream, and with a pale face he hurriedly pushed him away.

When Father Xie came in, Duan Ling had just sat up slowly, while Xie Ning who had stood up leaned against the desk, and untied his uniform tie as if trying to hide it.

Seeing Xie Ning's steaming face, Father Xie paused slightly: "Are you guys chatting? Come and eat first!"

"Um…!"

Xie Ning responded flusteredly, his heart was pounding, obviously he and the protagonist were not in a serious relationship, yet there was such a fright as if they were almost caught by their parents.

Duan Ling didn't seem to change face, ignoring the words of the red ears.

With unremitting efforts, Father Xie's culinary skills barely changed from dark cooking to the level of simple and unpalatable. Xie Ning's sense of taste has been tempered. If Duan Ling hadn't come, this meal would actually be quite a hearty meal.

In order to prevent the moody protagonist from getting angry later, Xie Ning went around the kitchen and used the leftover ingredients to make some home-cooked dishes, before he sat down in embarrassment.

It's a birthday I will never forget.

Now that Duan Ling was invited, Father Xie took it for granted that the two of them were just having conflicts before, at least not yet to the point of breaking up.

Mr. Xie, who had done psychological training just now and had also appeared in person to discuss a few big deals, put on airs.

He winked at the dazed Xie Ning: "Ning Ning, quickly introduce me!"

Duan Ling has an innate aura of nobility. Although the decoration of Xie's house is fairly exquisite, sitting here will always make people feel a sense of disobedience.

Xie Ning looked back and forth, then bravely introduced.

"Dad, this is me... this is Duan Ling, my classmate."

Hearing his introduction, Father Xie was stunned for a moment, and his mind went blank again.

Is this a score or no score?

Duan Ling frowned slightly, turned to look at him, Xie Ning put the freshly fried dish in front of him, pretending not to see his dissatisfaction.

It's not embarrassing to eat a meal, Xie Ning didn't expect that the protagonist, the pampered young master, would be able to eat Xie's father's food without changing his face.

During the dinner, Xie Ning enthusiastically recommended that dish, and he would try that dish symbolically, without showing any dissatisfaction at all, which made Xie Ning almost doubt life.

It should be said that he is indeed a young master of the upper class, and his etiquette is so good outside.

But in the original book, isn't Duan Ling always rebellious? Hasn't any banquet been messed up?

When the dinner was about to end, he took out a gift box from the two bags of meeting gifts that Li Lei brought, and handed it to Xie Ning.

"...!"

Xie Ning was even more flattered.

Are you still preparing a gift? !

A little worried that it was a particularly valuable item, Xie Ning wanted to open it immediately, but as soon as his hand touched the box, Duan Ling put it back again.

"Don't move! I'll take it apart after I leave."

Father Xie looked left and right, his small eyes were shining, and he seemed hesitant to speak.

"thanks for treatment."

After dinner, Duan Ling got up to say goodbye, Xie Ning was drifting all night, but his reason was still there, and he was going to see him off after following.

Seeing the two go out one after the other, Old Man Xie tilted his head, not seeing any major problems.

However, his son's nervousness couldn't be faked, and he didn't want to make the atmosphere of the birthday depressing, so he didn't ask about the school, but just exchanged numbers with Duan Ling, thinking about asking again in two days.

……

Li Lei's car had been parked downstairs, and he sent him downstairs. Before the other party got into the car, Xie Ning couldn't help but yelled.

"Duan Ling."

Duan Ling turned her head, waiting for his next words.

After being silent for a while, Xie Ning took a deep breath: "...Thank you for this time."

After returning to Yangcheng, or since the transfer, although he occasionally encountered some small troubles, Duan Ling did as he said, giving him a lot of security.

It's just that their relationship was abnormal from the very beginning, not to mention their unequal identities, and they didn't even have a basic relationship. As a foreigner who traveled through time, he didn't have much ambition, and he didn't want to compete with many supporting actors for the leading role. He just wanted to be ordinary. just live.

Just like before crossing.

Duan Ling looked at him for a long while, her eyes were a little weird, and there was also a slight disgust.

"Idiot?"

Xie Ning bent his eyes and smiled at him, didn't explain anything, and was about to step back and say goodbye, when Duan Ling suddenly pulled his coat, and hugged him in his arms when he was staggering.

The sweet aroma is not diluted by the evening breeze.

The weather is turning autumn, and the night is a bit cooler, and the warm and fragrant embrace of the clinging arms will sink into it if you don't pay attention.

Xie Ning's pupils shrank, and he leaned against his shoulder helplessly, his muscles tensed for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

As expected of the protagonist who is a heartthrob, any contact will always make people greedy and addicted, and I don't know who the last male protagonist is.

Thoughts diverged a few meters, Xie Ning bit his lower lip.

"I have something to deal with these two days." Duan Ling's voice was close to his ear, sounding softer than usual: "Be honest."

After a short pause, he added softly, "Xie Ning, happy birthday."

"..."

His heart beat suddenly out of rhythm, Xie Ning's eyes widened, his figure moved, and he struggled to push the person away.

"Lu, be careful on the road, I'm going back!"

He took two steps back and rushed into the corridor without looking back. He didn't hold his chest until he got back to the bedroom and gasped for breath.

Looking out through the window, the unspeakable pain in the chest slowly dissipated until Duan Ling got in the car and left.

Xie Ning sat on the chair, the smile on his face had long since disappeared.

If the plot is ruined and the track of the original book is broken, will the protagonist be safe until the end of the timeline...?

He wasn't sure, and he didn't dare to think too much about it.

Taking out the admission notice from Weilan No. [-] Middle School from the drawer, Xie Ning forced himself to put aside unrealistic thoughts and turn his goal to an exciting and ordinary future.

He was not the original owner in the first place, and it was purely an accident that he experienced these things. Now that he has survived the accident, he should be happy.

After struggling to find a ruler to scratch off the poster on the ceiling, Xie Ning hesitated before throwing it away, but still rolled it up neatly and put it back in the cabinet.

Duan Ling's gift was put aside, and he looked at it face to face for a long time, but he still gritted his teeth and did not open it. The next day, he handed it over to the bewildered old Xie.

"If Duan Ling finds it, return it for me."

……

On the following Saturday and Sunday, Xie Ning was preparing for the college entrance examination as usual.

On the weekend, when he came back from the library, he didn't want to take a long way, so Xie Ning walked to the north gate, planning to take a shortcut. His body was not considered strong, and it was easy to get through the fence.

When Meng Qijiu was getting a plaster cast, he got stuck here before. When he was about to walk to the north gate, Xie Ning flashed the image of that day in his mind. Thinking of Meng Jijiu's stupid appearance hanging on the fence, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. smile.

The text messages sent that day were like nothing, and Meng Jijiu seemed to avoid him on weekdays. When he walked to the north gate and saw a few people climbing up the fence, Xie Ning was really surprised.

We hadn't seen each other for almost a month, and the sudden coincidence was not so much a surprise as a feeling of being overwhelmed.

Since Meng Jijiu is avoiding him, it means he still cares about Duan Ling's affairs. If the other party doesn't want to be with him, Xie Ning is not the type who will take the initiative to maintain the relationship.

Just like after Ye Xuan clearly distanced himself, he also didn't try hard to get close to him and make friends, but only slowly retracted his shell.

So Xie Ning stopped at the spot and didn't get closer, thinking about waiting for Meng Qijiu to leave. Who knew that after climbing to the top of the fence, Meng Jijiu was in a good mood and looked at the higher scenery.

The two looked at each other and were startled at the same time. Meng Jijiu, who was unprepared, was even more surprised. His figure flickered and he almost fell.

"Why…!"

Xie Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he took two steps closer nervously. Seeing him jumping down without any risk, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Originally thinking that Meng Jijiu would leave in a hurry like the previous coincidence, Xie Ning waited for a few seconds and found that he stayed where he was, as if waiting for him, and walked over hesitantly.

Meng Jijiu scanned the books in his arms, covered his face and cleared his throat, pretending to be calm: "Go to the library?"

Xie Ning nodded, easily got through the fence, and asked with some incomprehension: "Why do you have to jump when you can come directly?"

Meng Jijiu was honest: "It's just... idle."

He doesn't seem to have changed much from before, and his ankle seems to have recovered.

Xie Ning was relieved a little: "Are you going to work?"

"No." Meng Jijiu shook his head and pointed to the basketball court in the neighborhood next door: "I just played with my friends..."

In the middle of speaking, Meng Jijiu suddenly fell silent, Xie Ning felt annoyed, and a flash of regret flashed across his face.

What a coincidence...!

After losing the game that day, Meng Jijiu's distraught expression was vividly visible in his memory. Xie Ning opened his mouth and saw that his face was a little pale again, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

It's not Meng Jijiu's problem, Duan Ling is the protagonist, anyone who plays basketball with him will lose, but no one will believe this matter.

"Yes, yes, did you read the text message I sent? Yangcheng is indeed not suitable for me, I still want to thank you."

Meng Qijiu lowered his head and laughed at himself, "There's nothing to thank, I didn't keep it."

"It's just one match!"

Xie Ning never had the talent of consoling people at all, he stumbled and stumbled for a long time, and chose to explain it from a different angle: "And I will transfer tomorrow, so I am not considered a student of Yangcheng now."

Hearing what he said, Meng Jijiu raised his head in astonishment: "Transfer?! Where?"

"Wei Lan No. [-] Middle School is about to take the college entrance examination. I heard that the learning atmosphere there is very strong, so I changed to a new environment." Xie Ning explained half-truthfully.

"Duan Ling didn't..." In the middle of speaking, Meng Jijiu suddenly thought of something, and his eyes flickered: "You two broke up?"

separate?Not yet, it should be done tomorrow.

Xie Ning laughed dryly, and changed the subject: "...No, let's go back, my dad will be cooking again later."

After all, he walked back first, Meng Jijiu looked at his back silently, and after being surprised, his grape-like eyes dimmed.

After a while, he took a deep breath and picked up his steps to catch up.

"Let's go together."

……

Weekends are fleeting.

On the new Monday, Xie Ning got up early and ate breakfast outside on purpose, just to miss the time when Li Lei came to pick him up.

The location of Weilan No. [-] Middle School is almost the same as in the wilderness. It is said that in order to provide students with a quiet and good learning environment, this feng shui treasure was specially selected at the beginning of the school's establishment.

When Xie Ning came to the gate of Weilan No. [-] Middle School through several trains, he finally understood why the boy from the last basketball game was so tired when he arrived at Nangao.

It's almost time.

Before entering the school gate, he took out his mobile phone and spent a long time beating and typing before compiling a text message with few words.

After sending it to Duan Ling, and blocking the number, Xie Ning let out a long breath, feeling like a little bird that has been reborn, and can't wait to step into the gate of Weilan No. [-] Middle School.

[Duan Ling, thank you for your care for two months. I have thought about it for a long time. No matter how you look at it, we are not suitable to be together, and the college entrance examination is approaching. I want to focus more on my studies. 】

[So, let's break up. 】

……

The morning self-study in Class Three was as quiet as ever.

Shen Yinghan read two pages of the book, turned to the unoccupied seat next door, and then looked at Duan Ling who was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

It can be seen that Duan Ling is sleeping soundly, disturbing him at this time is basically asking for trouble.

When he was hesitating whether to remind him, there was a vibration in front of him, and Duan Ling slowly opened his eyes, as if taking out his mobile phone to take a look.

A few seconds, or a dozen seconds.

The casual figure gradually stiffened, and the lazy temperament became as silent as ice in an instant.

Shen Yinghan's eyelashes flickered, he stood up and wanted to ask what happened, when there was a crisp sound in front of him.

boom!

The mobile phone was dropped violently to the front of the classroom, and it was instantly torn apart.

After one or two exclamations, a needle could be heard in the classroom, and a group of students looked at each other, seeing panic and confusion on each other's faces.

Having known each other for nearly ten years, Shen Yinghan has never seen Duan Ling so angry.

Things go against extremes, and under extreme anger, he will indeed tend to calm down.

The figure obliquely in front of him sat motionless, his profile was exquisite and picturesque, his lips were redder than before, and his eyes fell on the broken mobile phone from afar.

The palm of the hand on the table gradually loosened from the blue veins, and tapped twice on the table, Shen Yinghan saw it in his eyes, and the center of his eyebrows also jumped twice.

...It's over.