Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

Such things as puppy love have nothing to do with 'other people's children', no matter before or after time-traveling, Xie Ning's experience is 0.

The trajectory of his future life was completely subverted, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

The senses that had been blinded by reason revived little by little, feeling the enveloped temperature and smell, and the heart rate also revived and warmed up, agitating.

It turns out that putting aside all worries and accepting what is in front of me wholeheartedly... is this feeling.

It's a little strange, the body seems to have no foothold, but because of being tightly surrounded by another person, there is no feeling of falling into the air.

There was a sudden noise at the door of the rooftop.

Xie Nin looked over like a vigilant rabbit.

There was no one at the door, and the evening wind blew the small iron door back and forth, sometimes making a crisp sound as it hit the wall, which was a bit different from the sound just now.

Could it be Yuan Yuan?

He thought in amazement, just as his thoughts came to him, he immediately woke up.

So what, the only way to solve the problem is to break up, and now breaking up is no longer the first choice, and it is only a matter of time before the male partner sees it.

With a natural heartthrob, just thinking about the future is enough to make people's eyes go dark.

So just now he admitted with certainty that Duan Ling is scary.

It was said that Duan Ling's body was obviously stiff, even so, but his arms did not relax, and even hugged a little tighter because of the movement of his probe.

"What do you want." After a long time, Duan Ling's slightly tired voice sounded in his ear: "Forget it, let me go to the doctor first, and then talk about other things."

"See a doctor?" Xie Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "No, I never thought about jumping off a building."

"have not thought?"

Duan Ling suddenly supported his shoulders and backed away, looking at him scrutinizingly.

In order to show his innocence, Xie Ning deliberately opened his eyes wide and emphasized: "Really, why did I jump off the building when I'm fine?"

If he doesn't want to live anymore, he still needs to think about messy things every day, and he still needs to write so many papers every day, and what will his father do.

With Duan Ling's IQ, how could he not even see this, and Wei Shuangnan, what kind of brain circuit do these two people have?

This question seems to have stopped Duan Ling.

He was rarely unresponsive: "Didn't you say I was scary?"

Xie Ning looked away, and said vaguely, "It's a little bit, but it can't be all your fault... Anyway, I didn't want to jump off the building."

Duan Ling suddenly took out her mobile phone and looked through it. After a few seconds, her eyes burst into fierce anger, and she cursed directly.

"Why did you open the window on the balcony half a month ago?"

"Half a month ago?" Xie Ning tried hard to recall.

There was a day when Wei Shuangnan pushed Duan Ling who suddenly rushed in and said something, that day...

He lowered his eyelashes: "I don't remember, but it definitely wasn't jumping off a building."

"..."

The rooftop was silent again.

Everything was silent, and the slightly gasping breath in front of him suddenly disappeared. As a last resort, Xie Ning turned his eyes back in doubt, and found that Duan Ling was not angry from embarrassment, but he was looking down at something.

The two hands that were hugging back just now did not let go, and the white fingers were bent, half hooked on the clothes around the waist.

Duan Ling's gaze was fixed on there.

Xie Ning's face became hot, and he immediately withdrew his hand as if it was burning, and changed the subject: "...You just said you would sign the contract, when will you sign it?"

"Why not accept it?"

Duan Ling didn't answer the question, her eyes followed his hand, her voice was blurred by the evening wind, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

Xie Ning pursed his lips: "It's a little burden."

This kind of burden is very subtle, making people uneasy, and it makes the vain feet have a sense of reality.

This world is a book, which is equivalent to a script with traces to follow. Everything is arranged. If he has this kind of thought, he should accept it without hesitation, because it is all fake.

Accept the illusory gift and make the illusory father happy. He can be like a duckweed flowing down the river, without thinking, just follow the current.

…but he now felt that the world was more than just a book.

"I don't have an equivalent gift in return, so I feel burdened."

"Equivalent?" Duan Ling twitched the corner of her mouth: "You need this, so I will give it to you. The equivalent return gift should also give me what I want most."

Xie Ning looked up in a daze.

Duan Ling speaks in an orderly manner, and can draw people into it without knowing it. When he reacts, he has already followed the end of the sentence and asked the following.

"Then what do you want?"

As soon as he finished asking, he shook his head slightly.

For the protagonist of the original book, there is no answer to this question because there is simply nothing to want.

From birth, everything can be easily obtained. People, things, things, or unknowns and desires, all become boring with the ease of doing things again and again. If he insists, what he wants may be pure.

"Are you willing to give me anything I want?"

Duan Ling's scorching gaze was as real as it was staring at him, making his palms feel hot.

The cold moonlight reflected in his eyes, covered with an unknown temperature, Xie Ning opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

This is obviously a trap, casually making a verbal promise is no different from the big talk of a drunk. Now that he is very clear-headed, how could he agree casually.

... At least you have to know what it is.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he heard Duan Ling call softly.

"Xie Ning."

The heartbeat suddenly stopped, and just as the feeling of weightlessness appeared like stepping on empty steps, the hand beside him that had been stared at was caught.

Duan Ling curled the corners of her mouth, her beautiful eyes seemed to reflect starlight, and swept away the anger just now, but did not sweep away the burning heat.

"I won't sign anymore, when will I return the gift?"

Go back on what you say? !

Thinking finally got out of Duan Ling's trap, Xie Ning looked back angrily, and when he reached the point of his mouth, his tongue suddenly knotted.

Duan Ling's eyes were more than starlight.

And his face.

……

In the classroom of Class Six of the third year.

Wei Shuangnan, who was reading a book, suddenly sneezed.

Lin Chaoran at the front desk turned around in surprise, "After three years in high school, you finally caught a cold?"

Wei Shuangnan was equally confused. He took out his mobile phone and checked, but the seat next door was still empty.

The information with Duan Ling stayed half an hour ago.

【BUG: How about it? 】

[PG: Are you back to school? 】

[BUG: Dorm, too lazy to go. 】

[PG: Oh, he went to the rooftop. 】

Knowing that Duan Ling had just arrived at school, thinking about the rooftop that Xie Ning had asked about in the afternoon, he casually informed Duan Ling.

There is a safety net on the roof, Wei Shuangnan naturally knew that when he sent this message, he had no other intentions. After observing Xie Ning for a few days, the conjecture of 'jumping off the building' has long been denied.

Xie Ning's psychological problems were not that serious, and his attitude towards life was also very positive. Thinking about it carefully, he might just be thinking about it.

But he forgot to tell Duan Ling about this.

Duan Ling didn't reply to the text message for a long time, Wei Shuangnan thought about it, and added another sentence.

[PG: It should be to ventilate. 】

The message was not sent, and a small red circle appeared in front of him, indicating that he had been blocked by the other party.

Wei Shuangnan:?

……

That night, Xie Ning blew the cold wind on the rooftop for half an hour, neither waiting for Yuan Yuan to come, nor having time to fill his stomach.

The evening self-study started, and he walked back to the classroom on time.

A few minutes later, Duan Ling, who was absent for a week, wandered back to her seat.

Wei Shuangnan looked at him questioningly, but Duan Ling not only didn't look back, but even kicked Xueshen's chair when passing by.

Wei Shuangnan:?

The corner of Xie Ning's mouth curled up, but he forced it down again.

In Wei Shuangnan's innocent gaze, he nudged Duan Ling with his elbow.

These two people are so familiar, Duan Ling probably thinks that she has been played by Wei Shuangnan, but Wei Shuangnan is not such a boring person, it is basically a misunderstanding.

and many more…

Xie Ning frowned slightly, why do they know each other so well?

Thinking of everything he had lived in the dormitory till now, Xie Ning blushed and turned pale, and stared at Wei Shuangnan in disbelief.

Did he already know about his relationship with Duan Ling? !

Wei Shuangnan who was stared at:?

Xie Ning didn't eat dinner and survived late study, but Xie Ning didn't feel hungry at all. It wasn't until the bell rang after school that his stomach pouch reacted belatedly.

"Brother Ling, are you going back to the dormitory?"

Duan Ling wrote the paper one stroke at a time: "No answer."

He came late for self-study, Xiaopang said clearly: "Yes, you have to make up the paper, hehe, you work hard."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Xie Ning who had just packed his things: "Xie Ning, let's go together, Mama Lin is treating you to milk tea!"

Lin Chaoran was waiting at the back door, while greeting the leaving classmates, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Ning from the corner of his eye.

Xiaopang has never been in a relationship, but his small eyes are quite clear, especially for the monitor who has been in the same class for more than two years, it is not easy to see through the other's petty thoughts.

After transferring from Xie Ning, Lin Chaoran was very enthusiastic. Although he was enthusiastic towards others, he was not careful.

Seeing that Xie Ning was still dawdling, Xiaopang laughed and urged: "Let's go! Let's kill the squad leader today!"

After zipping up his schoolbag, Xie Ning pretended to glance aside casually.

Duan Ling leaned on her chin, like a unemotional machine doing the questions.

It is rare for him to write papers, let alone honestly make up the homework during the leave. Since he came to Weilan No. [-] Middle School, this guy seems to be a different person.

Curved fingers clasped the zipper tightly, making a creaking sound.

Peach Blossom Eyes flitted past his hand as if there was nothing there, and then turned back to the paper.

"I'm not going." Xie Ning reopened his schoolbag, lowered his head and said, "I seem to have forgotten my math paper."

"No way..." Fatty was disappointed, and couldn't help but say, "I see you wrote it during the day, did you remember it wrong?"

"Not finished."

As his lying skills returned to the original point, Xie Ning assumed a posture of flipping through papers, not daring to lift his head.

"...Then there is no other way, let Mama Lin bring you a glass of room temperature."

The opportunity was not created, Xiaopang sighed regretfully: "You guys write slowly, I will go first."

At the back door, he said something to Lin Chaoran, Lin Chaoran's eyes dimmed, but he forced a smile.

After a few familiar people left the classroom, Xie Ning slowly took out a booklet from his schoolbag.

It's not a math paper, it's just an ordinary vocabulary book.

At some point, Duan Ling stopped the mechanically moving pen tip.

The blush on Xie Ning's face did not fade, and he pretended to be calm and lay down on the table to memorize words.

At the end of evening self-study, most of the people in the classroom left, and the rest of the people were in a state of desperately catching up with their homework. Apart from the sound of flipping papers, there was the rustling of writing.

After memorizing two words, Xie Ning regretted staying.

Nothing else, really hungry.

Studying with difficulty is also a kind of physical labor. He didn't eat at night, and now his stomach is twitching.

Evening self-study is over, so naturally he has no scruples, he lowered his head, looked around in the desk, and finally found a piece of bread.

"Are you hungry?" Duan Ling asked.

"Yeah." Xie Ning tore open the package and took a bite: "I didn't eat anything tonight."

"Have you finished your math paper?"

After a pause in chewing, Xie Ning turned his head towards him, quickly moved his eyes away, and let out an 'um' from his nose.

There was a faint look of embarrassment on his face, Duan Ling was not in a hurry to solve the problem, she looked at him for a while, and then suddenly put down the pen.

The chewing movements became slower and slower, and Xie Ning looked at the hand stretched to his cheek in confusion.

Duan Ling gently wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, seeing that he didn't move away, Duan Ling's eyes softened a little.

"Why don't you go back after finishing writing?"

His cheeks were hot as if they were on fire, Xie Ning avoided slowly, wiped his mouth vigorously, and stuffed the bread back to the desk.

Leaning back on the table, he stared at the word book without turning his eyes.

Why else?for learning.

But half of his face was buried in his arms, and the answers he spoke became vague.

"Wait for you."