Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

Never expecting that he meant this, Xie Ning's expression twisted for a moment, and for a moment, he didn't know whether it was Duan Ling who was out of his mind or his.

It's not that you contradict your promise, but that you are too idle to panic.

It was just a name, Xie Ning bowed down and wrote it stroke by stroke.

He said helplessly, "Okay."

Duan Ling watched his movements intently, didn't say anything this time, and let him leave with the paper.

When someone walked out of the classroom and picked up the signature pen on the table, Duan Ling wrote her name on the paper casually.

The handwriting is far from his, but it's almost the same as Xie Ning's.

With one stroke crossed out, the light in Duan Ling's eyes dimmed, and finally converged under the eyelashes.

The concept of finishing high school well, in the eyes of some people, is a waste of sleep and food, and in the eyes of some people, it is a boring life.

By the window at the end of the corridor, Wei Shuangnan glanced at the juniors jogging outside the window, and looked away: "Yesterday Gu Zi really gave Wei Qin a big gift."

Duan Ling sneered, "I sent it to the wrong person."

"Well, Wei Qin doesn't like this." Wei Shuangnan sighed with some headaches: "But it's tough enough."

It's not just Gu Zizhen, Duan Ling's affair in Weilan No. [-] Middle School was only kept a secret for a few days, and it finally got out after all the dust settled. The protagonist is hiding, so one can imagine the chaos outside.

"A group of flies, if you fly in, don't even think about flying out."

"You've been in a bad mood recently. Didn't you bother to deal with it before? Was it you who started the Chu family?"

Living in the same circle in City A, few people may know Duan Ling in Weilan III, but when mentioning Wei Shuangnan in Yangcheng, half of the people will show an expression of "respecting his name for a long time".

He is in a closed school, but Wei Shuangnan seems to know everything about the outside world.

"Wu Xingyu was sent abroad by Wu Pei, does this have something to do with you?"

It is said that family ugliness should not be publicized, probably because of weak feelings since childhood, and parents let themselves go, Duan Ling has no taboos about this.

"Gu Xipiao didn't have enough fun, so he followed him again, heck, interesting."

Wei Shuangnan was silent: "Did you tell uncle?"

"It's no use."

"How long are you going to stay here?"

Hearing his question, Duan Ling glanced at him: "Graduate, let him finish the exam."

Wei Shuangnan opened his eyes slightly, a little surprised: "What conditions did you agree to the Duan family?"

Knowing the internal interests of Yangcheng and several major families, it was easy for Xie Ning to transfer out of Yangcheng, but Duan Ling's transfer out was far less easy than imagined.

Before the principal signed this word, he must notify the Duan family.

The past half month has really been wonderful, Duan Ling twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes turned cold: "It's just a trivial matter."

He didn't want to talk about it, and Wei Shuangnan didn't ask, because he basically knew the personalities of Duan Ling and his new roommate.

"I think he takes the soft but not the hard." Wei Shuangnan kindly reminded, "It's best not to push too hard in the early stage."

Duan Ling frowned, and was about to say something when a figure walked down the stairs next to her.

Yuan Yuan stood there dumbfounded holding the camera, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

……

Since making the agreement, except for the inexplicable that day, Duan Ling suddenly stopped.

He didn't have nothing to do to find him every day, and he didn't stop him from doing some intimate activities in the dormitory. After studying, Xie Ning occasionally glanced at Duan Ling who was bored and dazed. He never thought that this method would be so effective.

After a week, he finally confirmed that, excluding the point of swearing, Duan Ling did what he said and kept the agreement.

If Xie Ning had observed more carefully, he might have discovered that Duan Ling was watching him whenever he chatted casually with the classmates around him, and his eyes gradually turned from deep to irritable.

Finally, when Xie Ning basically relaxed his vigilance, Duan Ling gave him a 'surprise'.

On a new Monday, during the break at noon, students rushed to the cafeteria, and some bread party members stayed in the classroom, some were busy with homework, and some were chatting and resting.

Xie Ning was not in the classroom, he left something in the dormitory, and hurried back to get it at noon.

There were three loaves piled on the chubby table, and just as he was about to start, the table was knocked twice suddenly.

"Hello." Duan Ling glanced at the door: "Change places with me."

Xiaopang was confused: "Huh?"

If it was in Yangcheng, there would be no such trouble at all, but Weilan No. [-] Middle School is a group of ordinary students with not so complicated eyes.

It was the first time for Duan Ling to look at Xiaopang squarely. Xiaopang has a round head and a round brain. He usually looks very shrewd, but now he is a bit naive.

"Switch? For, why?"

Communicating with people is an area that Duan Ling is not good at. However, she has been affected by the environment since she was a child. Being not good at it doesn't mean she doesn't know anything about it. It's just that she usually doesn't want to use her brain on it.

He moved his eyes down, glanced at the bread on Xiaopang's table, and said lightly: "I will pack your lunch later."

"..."

Xiaopang hesitated shamefully.

Lunch was part of it, and Duan Ling, who never interacted with anyone, suddenly spoke to him, and he was really flattered.

He recalled the scene he met last night, and asked nimbly: "Are you looking for Xie Ning? Do you know each other?"

Glancing at the door again, Duan Ling snorted, noncommittal.

"Jiang Tao, why don't you concentrate on studying, I'll give you a single seat."

Thinking he knew the reason, Xiaopang grinned, his already small eyes squeezed into slits: "Brother Fat sits with you, I want to have a table with my sister."

Jiang Tao is Xiaopang's front desk, that is, Jiang Xin's deskmate. He didn't do well in the weekly exam last time. In the past two days, he has been complaining that Xiaopang and the others are too noisy between classes, and he is happy to move to his own table.

After returning to Class Six, Xie Ning froze at the classroom door when he saw the new seat layout.

Turning a blind eye to the school rules, Duan Ling was fiddling with her mobile phone, and Xiaopang, who was originally seated in the front row, turned around, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

He didn't like other people approaching, so Xiaopang's chair was kicked a little far away, which didn't dampen his enthusiasm at all.

"Hey! Xie Ning, you're back!"

Seeing him, Xiaopang raised his hand and said, "Come on, you can really hide it!"

His heart instantly rose to his throat, and Xie Ning stared at Duan Ling in disbelief.

...but he didn't pay attention all afternoon, so he just said it? !

Was the honesty some time ago planning to catch him off guard? ! !

Holding back his anger, he returned to his seat and sat down. When Duan Ling looked over, he glared at him angrily.

"You guys are actually alumni!" Xiaopang asked excitedly.

...alumni?

Xie Ning was in a daze, and then forced a smile: "...Well, but they are not in the same class, and I am not very familiar with it."

"Then why don't you say it?!"

It looked different from what he had imagined, with ups and downs in his mood, Xie Ning quickly glanced at Duan Ling.

But just changing the position is enough for him to have a headache.

Not knowing how to answer Xiaopang, he smiled dryly and didn't answer.

And Duan Ling flipped through the book, only snorted, neither looked at him nor spoke.

"Why did you change positions?" Xie Ning asked.

"Ah, Duan..."

The chair was kicked lightly, Duan Ling raised her dark eyes, Xiaopang stopped talking, and tentatively said: "It's Jiang Tao, he wants to have a table by himself."

Xie Ning was still puzzled: "Then why are you sitting in the front row?"

"I'm short."

...It sounds reasonable, but Xie Ning always felt that something was wrong.

After speaking, Xiaopang glanced at Duan Ling again. Although he didn't know why he couldn't speak, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned back.

The relationship was not exposed, Xie Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Duan Ling who was idly flipping through foreign documents, with doubts in his eyes: "Do you want to change?"

"No? Which rule did you violate?" Duan Ling raised her eyes and asked back.

Xie Ning was choked for a moment, and he turned his head somewhat holding his breath.

OK, just change seats.

He forced himself to figure it out, Duan Ling is a dangerous person in class six, and it doesn't matter if he is at the same table, the closer he is, the easier it is to stare at.

Although he was next to him, Duan Ling didn't bother him all afternoon.

Not only did he not bother him, except that he didn't listen very much during class, Duan Ling also finished all the papers at the same speed as writing without reading the questions, Xie Ning ate several sour lemons.

In addition to attracting bees and attracting butterflies' physique, the protagonist's aura has struggled a few lifetimes less than others. After weighing the pros and cons psychologically, he has balanced again.

He should just be an ordinary little cannon fodder.

On the eve of the evening self-study, Xie Ning encountered a math problem that was a bit out of the way. He had no idea for a long time. When the get out of class was over, he habitually turned to the right: "Wei Shen, this..."

The paper was pressed tightly, and he almost tore it when he pulled it.

"Hey…!"

Xie Ning turned around in surprise, facing Duan Ling's dark face.

He didn't say anything, but no matter how puzzled he was, Xie Ning now understood the reason.

Duan Ling was very honest all day long, at least kept his promise, and really didn't bother him, it's not worth the gain to provoke the other party over such a trivial matter.

Wei Shuangnan looked down at the book as if not paying attention, hesitated for a moment, Xie Ning returned to the original place, and pushed the paper towards Duan Ling.

"This is a big question, can you...help me look at it?"

Unknowingly, I have gotten used to the smell of him, no matter how close I am, I won't be distracted.

Most of the face softened, Duan Ling picked up the pen, and scanned the question briefly, without moving the middle paper, but wrote the answer in this position.

The distance drew closer, until the fingers under the table were pulled, Xie Ning didn't think much about it.

Halfway through the problem-solving steps, the sliding speed of the signature pen began to slow down.

"Where is there no monitoring?" Duan Ling asked casually as he wrote unhurriedly.

As if stepping on an empty step, Xie Ning's heart beat wildly.

He said with difficulty: "...I don't know."

After pumping twice without taking his hand out, Xie Ning said bluntly, "Stop making trouble."

"What are you nervous about?"

Duan Ling's voice was softer than usual, and when he was not losing his temper, he always had an inexplicable bewilderment: "There is nothing under the table."

Not only did the heartbeat not recover, but it became even more messy because he had to pay attention to whether there was anyone passing by behind him.

Fortunately, after writing the answer, Duan Ling let go of her hand as if nothing had happened, and went back to sleep on the table.

Before the class bell rang, Xie Ning took back the paper and looked at Duan Ling with some confusion. After seeing his red ear tips protruding from his arms, his eyes paused.

An unrealistic thought flashed again inappropriately, he bit his lower lip, put aside distracting thoughts and continued with the problem.

……

Weilan No. [-] Middle School is like a fortress that is not affected by the power of the plot. The protagonist has been around for half a month, and the sky above No. [-] Middle School is clear and there is no wind or rain.

Xie Ning was somewhat uncomfortable with the peaceful life with the protagonist by his side.

At the beginning, his heart of always being prepared to meet the unexpected gradually subsided. At this point, Xie Ning finally believed that Weilan No. [-] Middle School would no longer recruit transfer students.

But he still underestimated the pressure of the protagonist.

Without the male supporting role, life is indeed peaceful, but he studies hard week after week, and the guy next to him sleeps week after week. As a result, whether it is a weekly test or a monthly test, and what posture is used for the test, after the report card is issued, Xie Ning will Doubt about life.

"It doesn't make sense!"

Xiaopang pulled the report card closer and further away, read it several times, and finally turned around with a wrinkled face: "Brother Ling, how did you do it?"

For half a month, Duan Ling, who couldn't swear or beat anyone, could barely speak a few words with Xiaopang and the others.

Since the last time he was called a god, in exchange for Duan Ling's contemptuous 'disgusting', Xiaopang has changed his name.

In half a month, he, the protagonist, was already comparable to He Manjuan. Xie Ning withdrew his report card and began to doubt his original judgment.

For a group of top academics, a genius is no different from a heartthrob!

Duan Ling didn't seem proud, she was a little numb with calmness: "Rely on your brain."

Jiang Xin turned to Wei Shuangnan: "Xueshen, you are about to be pulled down from the altar."

"Not yet." Wei Shuangnan turned the pages of the book.

Xiaopang waved his hand: "Isn't that because he didn't write a composition, don't struggle."

Wei Shuangnan snorted coldly, as if he was too lazy to say more.

Xie Ning originally had fun watching them hurt each other, but Wei Shuangnan glanced at him suddenly, his smile froze, and he looked back inexplicably.

However, Wei Shuangnan had already gone to work on the problem on his own, but the table was knocked twice by the person on the other side.

Duan Ling asked coolly, "When is the next exam?"

"Next time?" Xie Ning said, "Next week."

"uh-huh."

Duan Ling stopped talking after asking a question without thinking, and Xiaopang and Jiang Xin also turned back when class was approaching.

After looking at Duan Ling a few more times, Xie Ning asked worriedly: "Why are you asking this? Do you want to ask for leave?"

Could it be that the supporting male partner outside started making noise again?

When it was bed time for evening self-study, Duan Ling lazily crawled on the table, with a gloomy look on her sleepy brows.

Once he was sleepy, his demeanor would be much softer. His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. After fluttering twice, he silently moved towards him.

Xie Ning was so stared at that his heart tightened, his gaze was much more intimidating than Wei Shuangnan's.

Duan Ling closed her eyes: "Next time, just write a composition."

Wei Shuangnan, who had good ears, stopped his movements.

It's because of this that I have been messing with Duan Ling for a long time. Xie Ning can't laugh or cry because he always disagrees with Duan Ling's brain waves.

"That's really the sun coming out from the west."

At the beginning of the evening self-study, Xie Ning started to do the questions in a rustle, and Duan Ling went to sleep as usual.

Not long after, the regular sound of writing questions disappeared, and a few seconds later, there was a deep inhalation sound.

Duan Ling frowned, and finally opened her heavy eyelids.

Xie Ning was concentrating on staring at the paper, not as if he was doing a question, but as if he was on the battlefield. At least Duan Ling didn't understand why he paid so much attention to it.

Sitting up with his chin propped up, he took the pen in Xie Ning's hand, wrote out the solution to the problem a few times, lay down and fell asleep.