Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

After Duan Ling went to another class, the air suddenly became fresh.

The class bell rang, thinking about Meng Jijiu and the others, Xie Ning fiddled with his mobile phone during class which was rare.

If these two fight, the entire training ground will be implicated!

He hurriedly edited a text message and sent it to Duan Ling.

[Xie Ning: No fighting! 】

After a few minutes, Duan Ling replied.

[Duan Ling: order me? 】

After yesterday's small ups and downs, Xie Ning became more courageous and tapped the screen with great momentum.

[Xie Ning: Yes! 】

This time, half of the class has passed, and Duan Ling didn't reply. The originally inflated momentum weakened with time. Xie Ning listened to half of the class, and took the phone to add something.

[Xie Ning: Don't cause trouble, how about I give you a box of limited edition candies after the training camp is over? 】

【Duan Ling: Tch】

【Duan Ling: Change to another one】

【Xie Ning: All right, all right, don't fight! 】

【Duan Ling: Yes】

After staring at the last reply for a while, Xie Ning still didn't react.

Duan Ling... Is this a promise?Didn't he meet Meng Jijiu?

Should not be ah.

Things went so smoothly that he was not used to it, and after confirming several times, he hesitated to put away his phone.

Now that he agreed, Duan Ling should not go back on his word. In Weilan No. [-] Middle School, he has never broken his promise so far.

I don't know what's going on, but this morning, the time passed extremely slowly.

At noon, Xie Ning was about to find someone with his mobile phone, but as soon as he walked out of the classroom, his footsteps paused.

As far as the eye could see, by the stairs at the end of the corridor, Duan Ling was leaning against the wall with a familiar peaked cap on her head, showing a small half of her face expressionless.

At this time, the get out of class bell had just rang, and there were very few students in the corridor.

Xie Ning trotted up to him: "Did you skip class?"

"No." Duan Ling yawned and walked downstairs: "There will be another group of flies later, let's go."

There are [-] students in the training ground, and the playground and cafeteria are empty. Except in the teaching building, there is basically no crowded situation.

Xie Ning blinked twice, and wisely didn't ask any further questions.

With his unlimited imagination, he can assume that Duan Ling is not used to class division, so he came out early.

Because they went very early, there were not many people in the cafeteria, so the two found a corner and sat down.

"What's the name of the last class? Class J?" Xie Ning asked curiously.

"Class Z."

"Ah?" Xie Ning was stunned: "There are ten classes in total, how could it be Z."

Duan Ling lazily said, "Who knows."

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated for a long time. Xie Ning put down his chopsticks and took a look. It turned out that someone had sent him a pk application.

Generally speaking, after the evening test is over, the pk tide will erupt. Most of the people who did not pass the test are stimulated and go to those with worse pk scores to find confidence. So far, there are very few people who have overturned.

Xie Ning was a little surprised that someone did this kind of thing at noon, and he was even more surprised when he saw the name of the pk player.

Zhuang Mingyu?

Although pk is accepted directly, as long as you don't answer the question within the pk time, it will naturally end with 0 points when the time is up.

Zhuang Mingyu set the time for one hour, more than half of the lunch break, but Xie Ning had to eat at noon and had to go to the infirmary later, so he simply pretended not to see it.

Anyway, he won't be punished if he loses. The difference between him and other high school masters is that he is very Buddhist, and he won't be hit if he loses in this kind of meaningless pk.

He stared at the phone for a little longer, Duan Ling turned his eyes and asked, "Who?"

"pk."

Looking at the progress of Duan Ling's finished meal, and at half of the food in his bowl, Xie Ning picked up his chopsticks again: "It doesn't matter, I don't have time to calculate Olympiad questions while I'm eating."

It's only been two days since the training camp started, and he's already a little resistant to math problems, as if he's drowning in a sea of ​​problems.

"Looking for trouble?" Knowing the rules, Duan Ling narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Bring it here."

Xie Ning hesitated for a moment before handing over the phone: "I found that this place is particularly unfriendly to students with poor grades, whether it's class placement or this training software."

The last class is directly called Class Z, and the error rate rankings are above and below, full of malice everywhere.

Duan Ling's expression became subtle when she saw the applicant displayed.

"if not."

"They're all seniors in high school. It's easy to collapse if you keep hitting and putting pressure on them."

Answering the questions only with her brain, Duan Ling replied flatly: "Don't be a Madonna, this is a competition, not compulsory education, the rule is survival of the fittest."

After finishing speaking, he added with a half-smile: "Your grades have not collapsed."

Xie Ning: "..."

Angrily buried his head in eating, Xie Ning didn't want to talk to him anymore, but he admitted Duan Ling's statement in his heart.

No registration fee is required, and the top few can bring life-long bragging achievements. Since you sign up to participate, you really need to prepare both mentally and mentally.

After filling his stomach, Duan Ling on the opposite side was still doing the questions one after another. Xie Ning glanced at the wall clock in the cafeteria, it was almost 12:30.

"Duan Ling, let's go."

"No hurries."

After a pause, he tentatively asked, "I was in the infirmary yesterday and saw your personal doctor."

Duan Ling raised her eyelids: "He is Yangcheng's school doctor."

The potential meaning is that it is normal to appear here.

"I know, I'm going to find him later, didn't I have a sore throat yesterday, I need to go for psychological counseling."

Hearing this, Duan Ling put down the phone: "You really only think about the exam."

But that being said, after asking Xie Ning to open his mouth again and finding that his voice hadn't improved much, Duan Ling didn't stop him even though he was upset.

In his opinion, regardless of other things, Zhuang Tinglan's technology in the medical field is indeed top-notch.

"Go." He got up and walked outside.

Xie Ning was stunned: "You want to be with me?"

Duan Ling raised her eyebrows and asked back, "You don't want your phone anymore?"

It wasn't for psychological counseling in the first place, he didn't really care if Duan Ling was there or not, but Zhuang Tinglan probably overheard the conversation between him and Zhuang Mingyu at the door of the infirmary yesterday!

"Wait...!" He panicked to the point of incoherence: "Here, this psychological counseling, if you are here, I can't relax."

A layer of dark clouds quickly gathered between the foreheads, Duan Ling stared at him for a long time.

Xie Ning emphasized: "I'm already on fire!"

An invisible crack appeared on the face, Duan Ling took a breath, gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, I won't go in!"

……

At 45:[-], at the door of the infirmary.

After learning a lesson from Zhuang Mingyu, he knocked on the door twice, and glanced at Duan Ling, who was silently writing questions by the window at the end of the corridor not far away, before Xie Ning pushed open the door of the infirmary.

In front of the desk, Zhuang Tinglan was resting on a chair, and as he entered the door, a pair of red phoenix eyes slowly opened, bringing out a sense of coolness out of thin air.

Sitting down opposite Zhuang Tinglan across a table, Xie Ning swallowed, somewhat nervous.

The main reason was that Zhuang Tinglan probably overheard the conversation with Zhuang Mingyu yesterday, but the other party didn't seem like a nosy person.

"Teacher, what type of psychological counseling?"

What he wanted to ask was not so much this, the underlying meaning was more like Zhuang Tinglan's temperament, the type who never wanted to help people relieve stress.

On the contrary, the condition may be serious.

Zhuang Tinglan put on his glasses and opened what looked like a record book in front of him.

"dialogue."

Xie Ning continued: "Is it the kind you asked me to answer? Can I ask back?"

Zhuang Tinglan frowned slightly, his sculptural face finally came alive for a moment.

"Xie Ning, what do you want to ask?"

While talking, he filled in the name of the consultant on the paper.

Xie Ning silently watched him finish writing, and then said softly: "For example, teacher, how do you know my name?"

Zhuang Tinglan paused.

After a brief silence, a cold voice sounded: "I am Duan Ling's personal doctor, is it strange to know your name?"

"So that's how it is." Xie Ning raised his head and smiled at him: "I thought you didn't remember me. Speaking of which, after that, Duan Ling left the venue because of feeling unwell."

"Is that so?" Zhuang Tinglan's expression was as usual: "The housekeeper didn't inform me, which means there is no need for a doctor."

There was no flaw on his face at all, Xie Ning was about to ask him what he was doing in the vestibule on Christmas Day, when Zhuang Tinglan suddenly wrote a line on the paper.

Because his eyesight was very good and the distance was not too far, Xie Ning twitched his eyes when he saw it clearly.

[Sensitive and suspicious, may be related to living environment, impact time to be determined]

"Did the sore throat start at the same time as the training camp? Have you experienced insomnia in the past two days?"

"...Yes, no insomnia."

"Is it because of grades or something else."

Xie Ning pursed his lips lightly, and his ears turned red: "The grades are not satisfactory."

Zhuang Tinglan glanced at him lightly.

[There are signs of rejection of lies, the reason is to be determined. 】

Xie Ning: "..."

"Emotional pressure is something else."

Xie Ning stood up suddenly: "Teacher, I'm going back today, and I suddenly remembered that I have something to do!"

After all, before Zhuang Tinglan could speak, he hurried out of the infirmary, his back looking a little embarrassed.

After he left the infirmary, Zhuang Tinglan lowered his eyebrows and continued writing in the record book.

[Factors affecting emotions: Duan Ling 50%, Zhuang Mingyu 5% (short-term), other 45%]

After writing this, he closed the record book and flipped through it from the first page. The densely packed writing was reflected in the mirror until he returned to the last page just now.

After closing the booklet again, he drew a circle with a red pen on 'Xie Ning' on the corner of the cover.

……

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Duan Ling glanced at the time on the phone, the pk ended, it was exactly one o'clock.

Leaving the infirmary and walking towards Duan Ling, the cold sweat that oozes out was soaked by the wind, Xie Ning felt chilly all over, and staggered a bit because of his mind shaking.

In 15 minutes, no loopholes were seen, and it was almost thoroughly analyzed.

What was even more frightening was that Zhuang Tinglan let him watch the analysis process with his own eyes. The feeling was like being stripped of his clothes and dissected in person, and he felt an indescribable panic mentally.

Xie Ning couldn't tell whether this was a process of psychological counseling or something, he just wanted to stay away from Zhuang Tinglan, the farther the better!

As the smell of the air changed, the rapid heartbeat eased a little.

Residual negative emotions were at work, and he subconsciously wanted to hug her for comfort, but halfway through, he suddenly recalled the lesson from yesterday, and turned his head with staring eyes.

Fortunately... Zhuang Tinglan didn't come out today.

Looking at his pale face, Duan Ling frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

After taking two deep breaths on the spot, Xie Ning pulled him into a side corner.

"Duan Ling." He lowered his voice: "...Did you have any contact with Zhuang Tinglan on your birthday?"

……

At one o'clock, the top students basically returned to their respective classes, either brushing up questions or resting, or preparing for the afternoon classes in advance.

In the classroom of Class A, Zhuang Mingyu was looking at the phone dumbfounded.

At noon, I invited Xie Ning to pk with an inexplicable mentality, didn't eat lunch, and stayed in the classroom to test for a whole afternoon, but the result made Zhuang Mingyu almost unable to believe her eyes!

If Xie Ning narrowly wins, he can still comfort himself, it's because he was distracted during the process, but this is a fucking difference that he can't comfort!

As soon as the pk was over, he rushed to class C with his mobile phone, but he couldn't find anyone in class C, and he didn't have Xie Ning's contact information, so he could only run around aimlessly in the teaching building.

Finally, at the corner not far from the infirmary, he caught a familiar figure.

The rounded Danfeng's eyes brightened up, and the exhaustion caused by running disappeared instantly, and the burning pain in the lung cavity seemed to be less obvious.

Zhuang Mingyu walked towards the corner quickly, muttering in her mouth: "What class C level! Xie Ning, you're here pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger..."

Before he got any closer, he stopped in his tracks.

There was an extra figure in the field of vision, Xie Ning was standing on the edge of the corner, Duan Ling was behind the corner, so he didn't notice the other person just now.

Zhuang Mingyu had heard about the legend of Duan Ling's pk before from other people, but he never took it seriously. He didn't think he would be worse than the other party at all.

But at this moment, the sixth sense inexplicably determined that the pk with him was not Xie Ning himself, but another guy!

"Damn it!" He cursed unconvinced, "Why is there him everywhere..."

After struggling with Yuan Yuan for a while, Zhuang Mingyu suppressed his inexplicable depression and planned to step forward, willing to admit defeat and change shifts with Xie Ning, and interrupt the conversation of the two of them by the way.

Just after taking half a step, his pupils shrank suddenly.

As if the air had been sucked dry, Danfeng's eyes opened to the maximum bit by bit.

Zhuang Mingyu looked forward in astonishment, two figures still reflected in her clear eyes.

It's just that the two figures... were pasted together without a gap.