Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

Intuition told Xie Ning that those words were definitely not a joke.

Combined with the childhood experience in the original book, because Gu Zizhen and others tried to kill him, Duan Ling broke the other's arm. He has reason to suspect that this guy is going to come for real!

When did Duan Ling's obsession with cleanliness that was only for herself be transferred to him?

This, is this okay? ! !

Xie Ning started to panic. Two days ago, he probably wouldn't have reacted much, but now, he really panicked.

At this moment, Zhuang Mingyu, who had just slipped away, entered the classroom through the back door very untimely. Seeing him, Xie Ning's right eyelid, which symbolized disaster, twitched non-stop.

Class C classroom slowly became noisy.

It was decided that Duan Ling had deliberately bluffed them, and the students who had just been frightened became furious and followed Li Sanchuan's roommates to encourage them.

"Sanchuan, show him some color! I'll give you the notes later!"

"Yeah, it's just this kind of garbage occupying the quota! Do you really think you are awesome when you are ranked [-]?! Who are you scaring!"

"Looking good can do whatever you want?!"

Xie Ning's thoughts were almost distorted by the last sentence of out-of-painting complaints.

"It's a bit too late to retire." said Li Sanchuan, who recovered from the shock.

"Stop fucking nonsense." Duan Ling swept towards Li Sanchuan's hand in a vague way: "Can't afford to gamble?"

Stung by his contemptuous tone, Li Sanchuan said angrily: "Okay, the loser will withdraw from the competition, when will it start?"

The original intention was just to get Duan Ling's attention, but when things got to the point where he was already on the verge of riding a tiger, there was no way he could win against Duan Ling.

Who made him not even give a step, Li Sanchuan comforted himself.

"Now."

The corner of Li Sanchuan's mouth twitched: "Class starts now."

Duan Ling was impatient: "You still need to go to class if you lose?"

These words are so arrogant that there is no limit. Facing No.1 in the leaderboard, it is as if they have already won.

The students who were watching the excitement were happy to watch the excitement, while those who were on the opposite side were going crazy, completely losing the restraint of a bully, yelling at Li Sanchuan to hurry up and pk himself after he was done.

Following Li Sanchuan's operations, Duan Ling's cell phone on the table vibrated, not only him, but two vibrations came from Xie Ning's pocket at the same time.

He took out his mobile phone, and someone he didn't know initiated a pk with him.

The hatred in Duan Ling's body has already overflowed and spread to him.

Before he could see who it was, Duan Ling snatched the phone.

Looking at the phone screen, Duan Ling's eyes grew colder.

"interesting."

…At 10:30, the teacher walked into Class C and started class.

Li Sanchuan set the time limit for the pk to two hours, but it was Li Sanchuan's roommate Xiao Glasses who initiated the pk to Xie Ning, probably because he didn't take him seriously, the time limit was only set for half an hour.

There are two mobile phones on Duan Ling's table, he is leaning on his chin, the old god is there, he doesn't feel nervous at all.

Half an hour passed, the back of the small glasses in the front row straightened, and then shrank like a leaking balloon.

He turned his head and glanced at Duan Ling, his face was pale and he looked like a ghost.

For half an hour, Duan Ling didn't touch her phone, and Li Sanchuan had already scored nearly [-] points, which is quite good compared to the difficulty of the question.

Satisfied in his heart, he said to his roommate: "Retiring from the competition is too much. I told him at noon that friendship comes first and competition comes second. Don't take it too seriously."

That roommate was Li Sanchuan on the left, and Xiao Glasses who had just finished pk on the right. They watched the situation of Xiao Glasses for the first half an hour.

"Sanchuan..." The roommate opened his mouth, but stopped talking: "You, you should hurry up and answer."

After another half an hour, Li Sanchuan's forehead began to seep sweat.

How terrifying Duan Ling is when she is serious, not to mention the past few months, even in the original book, Xie Ning has never seen it.

He wears a layer of seals on weekdays, which is enough for people to look up to, and even if he breaks the seals, he can't catch people even if he stretches his neck.

In the beginning, the 5-point advantage was lost in less than 100 minutes. In the middle of the two-hour pk, Li Sanchuan looked at his [-] points, and Duan Ling's [-]-plus points, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

Software gone wrong? !

It must be a software error!

This speed is unmatched by the first class in class A, it is simply a bug, a ghost with a system error!

Seeing Duan Ling's total score increase with the frequency of blinking, Li Sanchuan's mentality completely collapsed. In the last hour, not only did he not listen to the class, but his score basically remained the same like a snail.

At twelve o'clock, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Before the teacher left the teacher, the students in the class rushed to Li Sanchuan.

Duan Ling glanced at the scores of the two sides separated by a galaxy, with sarcasm in her eyes.

"No. [-] on the leaderboard?"

The sound reached Li Sanchuan's ears, his already rickety spine became even more bent, his face flushed red, he was ashamed as a cooked shrimp.

Ignoring the amazed or questioning expressions of the classmates, Duan Ling put away the phone, seeing that the other party could not exceed, she just stopped answering for the last half an hour.

Before being dragged out of the classroom by Xie Ning, he didn't forget to remind: "Where did you come from? Get out of here. Don't let me see you fucking this afternoon!"

From other people's point of view, it was Duan Ling, a 'student' who slapped her in the face, but in the eyes of Xie Ning, who knows everything, this is the protagonist bullying cannon fodder!

Zhuang Mingyu, who returned to the classroom afterward, didn't understand the situation, and was asking a boy. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Xie Ning pulling the arm of the boy in the hat and leaving the classroom, unconsciously biting his lip.

...these two have a pretty good relationship.

Zhuang Mingyu thought to himself, if he could take the responsibility instead... maybe he could forgive Xie Ning's friend by forgetting the villain's mistakes.

This is an equivalent transaction!If Xie Ning still doesn't want to, he'll hit his head and lose his memory!

Anyway, it is absolutely impossible to be responsible, absolutely impossible!

absolutely impossible...

Still holding the clothes of the boys passing by, the boys from No. [-] Middle School were recounting the situation between classes vividly, and when they got to the point, they were interrupted by Zhuang Mingyu.

"Tell me..." The blush crawled up her snow-white cheeks along her neck, Zhuang Mingyu poked her neck, and said in a low voice: "If you kiss someone, don't make friends, and make friends, is it really bad...?"

"Huh?" The boy didn't turn his head around, and subconsciously said, "Isn't this a hooligan? Which scumbag is it?"

"..."

……

The training ground is so big, more than 600 people are divided into gangs around the city, and any news can be spread throughout this wilderness within an hour, let alone such explosive news.

The top scorer was forced to retire by someone from Class C!The other party gave up for an hour!

People like this are assigned to Class C. Are they pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, or are they not self-motivated!

After eating at noon, Duan Ling's name is almost known to everyone, and there is no shortage of appearance bonuses.

Some troublemakers discussed in private whether the number one in class A could pk the gods in class C. After all, Duan Ling's one-hour score was already higher than the two-hour score of No.1's exam.

After lunch, on their way back to the classroom, they ran into a student from Yangcheng who had heard the news in the corridor.

Seeing Duan Ling, whom they hadn't seen for two months, Yangcheng's students were very excited. Gu Zizhen and Shen Yinghan were among them. They had heard about the situation from Pingguolian's mouth earlier, and several people gathered around Duan Ling to talk.

For Shen Yinghan's sake, Duan Ling left without shaking her head. Facing the crowd of fans, Xie Ning didn't want to spread hatred.

"Duan Ling, I'm going to the infirmary."

Duan Ling frowned, and put the back of her hand on his forehead naturally: "Uncomfortable?"

Gu Zizhen's expression on the side did not change, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly for a moment.

Seeing it, Xie Ning felt relieved: "I have a bad throat, I'll get some cold medicine to prevent it."

Duan Ling glanced at Gu Zizhen and the others, and didn't want Xie Ning to have any contact with them.

"Go."

Woke up this morning with a sore throat. Xie Ning never thought he would catch a cold, so he basically didn't bring any medicine.

Taking advantage of the free time before class, he went to the infirmary, trying to find some medicine to suppress the cold before it hit, so as not to infect others.

The infirmary is on the first floor. After knocking on the door, he opened it and walked in.

The room was empty, not far from the door was the pure white desk where the doctor worked, and behind it were several neat beds.

Because there were no patients, the isolation curtain was not closed, and the winter sunshine outside the window filled the room, which seemed much brighter than the classroom.

Not knowing if the doctor was resting next door, Xie Ning closed the door with his hand back, and was about to knock on the inner door when the small door suddenly opened.

The faint smell of disinfectant came oncoming, his forehead almost collided with the chin of the person who walked out, and he took half a step back in a panic.

"Hello teacher, I want to get some cold..."

Halfway through speaking, Xie Ning raised his head, and his body froze in place.

The hot body temperature faded away like a tide, and a layer of cold sweat replaced it, and the already pale face lost all blood.

Zhuang Tinglan didn't seem to notice his reaction, and didn't think about the intersection with him at Duan's house, so she went straight to the desk and sat down.

"What symptoms?"

It was the school doctor who followed each school to the training ground. He was the school doctor in Yangcheng, and it was normal for him to appear.

So Duan's personal doctor...is just a part-time job?

Clearing up his messy thoughts, Xie Ning quickly adjusted his expression and sat opposite him across the table.

"I seem to have a cold." He pretended to be calm, but he spoke in a hurry: "Teacher, can you prescribe some medicine to prevent colds?"

Zhuang Tinglan picked up the rimless glasses and put them on, the pressure of being inaccessible immediately dropped a lot.

"It's not a mental illness looking for someone else."

Xie Ning's eyes twitched: "Then where are the other teachers?"

The one who took them in the car was a gentle woman surnamed Cheng. If possible, Xie Ning would like to ask her for help.

The person in front of him might be the prisoner who drugged Duan Ling at Christmas, and he really didn't dare to take the medicine he gave.

"do not know."

"...Can I get some masks, I'm afraid of infecting my roommates."

Zhuang Tinglan didn't answer. After putting on his glasses, he put on a new pair of gloves.

"Open your mouth."

This sentence is similar to the "apology" in Duan's house, mixed with an unquestionable command tone.

Before Xie Ning's brain could react, his mouth had opened unconsciously, his gloved fingers hooked his chin, and Zhuang Tinglan looked into his mouth twice.

"It's not a cold."

Xie Ning was taken aback: "What is that?"

"What happened recently?" Zhuang Tinglan took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, Zhuang Tinglan's tone did not fluctuate at all: "The spirit was stimulated, caused by overthinking."

"…Oh."

Xie Ning barely understood, his sore throat seemed to be caused by getting angry.

As for what happened, it wasn't because of yesterday's bloody accident.

"Do you need psychological counseling?" Zhuang Tinglan's tone was that of a doctor with a slight coolness in his pale eyes.

"Psychological... counseling?"

Xie Ning was stunned. All along, the person in front of him was an existence he had been brooding over, and he had no chance to figure out the identity and purpose of the other party.

In the case of psychological counseling... can I use clichés?Like Christmas Day.

"Teacher, what kind of guidance is it?"

Opening the notebook on the table, Zhuang Tinglan said after a while, "Every day from 12:30 noon to one o'clock, come here to find me."

After all, he looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's time, I have something to do tomorrow."

"..."

There was no knock on the door, and the door of the infirmary was suddenly pushed open.

Zhuang Mingyu, with a golden hair and a Band-Aid on it, barged in angrily.

"How the hell did the poor Nangao orphan get in here?!"

He looked like he had just had a fight with someone, old injuries added new injuries, it was too miserable to look at, and he yelled loudly without seeing the person clearly.

"Report, I'll change the medicine...!"

The author has something to say: Meng Jijiu: Although I don't know what you did, it doesn't prevent me from beating you first.