Dressed as a Heartthrob Boyfriend [Transmigration Book]

The winter vacation passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time to start school in March.

Since Duan Ling went abroad, the plot has entered a real blank period. The world in the book gradually overlaps with reality. There is less bloody farce surrounding the protagonist, and more ordinary high school seniors who study hard day after day.

At the beginning of the second semester of the third year of senior high school, the children from rich families in Yangcheng High School tacitly go through the procedures for studying abroad. This is the norm in Yangcheng every year.

After hearing that Gu Zizhen went abroad and tried to apply for the same university as Duan Ling, but was rejected because of insufficient grades, Xie Ning smiled unkindly.

He didn't laugh out loud, but He Manjuan laughed until his stomach ached.

"Brother Ling doesn't update Moments or post on Weibo, so I can't even contact him." After laughing, He Manjuan suggested gloomily: "It's good, I lost contact completely, why don't I follow him abroad !"

The corner of Xie Ning's mouth twitched: "What are you going to do?"

"If you don't do anything, just play with Brother Ling."

"..."

The protagonist's halo is too powerful, Xie Ning rubbed his temples, and persuaded: "Your grades are not enough, let's improve first."

"Well, some schools don't look at grades."

Fortunately, He Manjuan's will was not too strong, and he kept muttering "I'm so boring to death", but refused to hang up the phone.

In the dormitory of Weilan No. [-] Middle School, Wei Shuangnan returned to his original dormitory, and the person occupying his place is now across the Pacific Ocean.

Xie Ning walked back to the dormitory from the balcony, holding the vocabulary booklet in one hand, and listening to He Manjuan's speech with the mobile phone in the other.

He Manjuan's breath suddenly became cautious: "Xie Ning, why don't you go abroad?"

"No plan."

"Then you and Brother Aya..."

He Manjuan didn't say the following words, Xie Ning waited for a while, only waited for his tone to change, and said as if nothing happened: "Xie Ning."

"Ok?"

"Wan, weekend, do you want to come out to play?"

"Weekend?" Xie Ning refused, "I'm not free on weekends."

"Why?" He Manjuan suddenly raised his voice: "Do you have an appointment on the weekend?"

"No, tutoring will be given on weekends."

He Manjuan on the other end of the phone wanted to ask more questions, but Xie Ning looked at the time. It was nine o'clock, and he had almost recited the vocabulary. It was time to change subjects and review, so he found a reason to hang up.

Wei Shuangnan looked up at him, and asked casually, "The cat roll is sticking to you again?"

"He only wanted to play, and Yang Cheng's sophomore year was very easy."

"Well, that's it."

Wei Shuangnan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled rarely, Xie Ning was a little confused.

"why are you laughing?"

Wei Shuangnan tapped the keyboard: "He really deserves a beating."

"...?"

Xie Ning said that he would make up lessons for people on weekends. It was not a lie to perfunctory He Manjuan. Since the second half of the third semester of senior high school, he had to go to Nangao every weekend to give some homework to some of his former 'enemies'.

The reason was that at the beginning of the third year of high school, Meng Jijiu called one weekend, tentatively asking if he was free, and wanted to ask a few questions.

After reading Meng Jijiu's test paper again, Xie Ning was surprised to find that his score had really improved a lot.

It can be seen that the basic knowledge is not very solid, but some special question types can be answered half of the way.

Getting into university is no longer a difficult task. Since Meng Jijiu is determined to work hard, facing the first person who showed kindness to him, Xie Ning did not hesitate this time. He simply chose to go home every weekend to study and help Meng Jijiu by the way. Help with homework.

In all fairness, he and Meng Jijiu in the real world are of the same background, but far less spiritually powerful than the other. Sometimes through him, Xie Ning can always see a lot of positive energy, so until now, he still can't figure out why Nangao's Why do people not only make good friends with Meng Jijiu, but also occasionally show a look of fear.

Meng Jijiu was the only tutor at the beginning.

Gradually, without knowing how, Jiang Chenyu insisted on joining, and at the end of the term, one after another came to Meng Jijiu, the cram school expanded inexplicably, the study place became Nangao classroom, and the number of students increased to five or six.

Meng Jijiu's 'returning from evil and returning to righteousness', to the students of Nangao, it is like He Manjuan after Duan Ling left Yangcheng, they are all bored and flustered!

The young man was motivated, and in the end it became a situation where everyone fought together, and everyone learned together!

According to what they said, this is called being blessed and suffering together, Xie Ning was really dumbfounded seeing it.

But teaching one is also teaching, and teaching five is also teaching. He has already reviewed the knowledge in the book twice, and now starting from the beginning can be regarded as reviewing by himself.

What's more, it's not free, except for Meng Jijiu, everyone else has to pay the tuition fee, so as to avoid someone just coming to join in the fun and wasting his time.

On Saturday morning, Xie Ning packed his schoolbag and test papers and went out on time.

Today's tutoring task is a bit troublesome.

That day He Manjuan called to invite him to come out to play, but he refused. As a result, He Manjuan got the wind from Jiang Chenyu that he was helping Nan Gao with tutoring, and insisted on yelling to come together.

Nangao and Yangcheng have never had any good things together. He Manjuan, an orange cat, is weak and can't stop him, but if he can keep an eye on him, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Xie Ning's confidence is not without reason.

After getting along with each other these days, the people in Nangao are not as bad as they imagined, especially after hearing that Duan Ling went abroad, their attitude towards him has changed 180 degrees.

Moreover, after teaching a group of delinquent teenagers for more than a week, Xie Ning accidentally discovered that he was quite talented as a teacher. Teaching and educating people was actually more fulfilling than answering a perfect test paper!

Downstairs in Zhuanglin Community, Meng Jijiu, who was waiting, was leaning on the fitness equipment and reciting vocabulary.

"did you have breakfast?"

Xie Ning nodded: "After eating the bread, how about you?"

"I always eat breakfast, and I want to make Zilili."

The two chatted and walked to school. On the way, Meng Jijiu handed over the vocabulary book: "This unit is finished, please test me."

Xie Ning felt weird when the former school bully turned into a good student pretending to be obedient and seeking exams.

"You've been working hard recently."

"You are right, working part-time is not an option." Meng Jijiu did not avoid the dilemma of life, and said calmly: "If there is a chance to change, I will try."

He said jokingly: "Then I will be stricter."

Dimples appeared on the fair side face, Meng Jijiu winked at him: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

Xie Ning covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and took the vocabulary book.

Although I'm a little embarrassed, this name...is quite nice.

……

The distance between Nangao and Zhuanglin Community is not too far. It takes about five stops by subway, but the subway on this line passes through the commercial district in the city center, so it is very crowded even on weekends.

On the subway, Xie Ning was dragged to a corner by Meng Jijiu, barely avoiding the crowds.

Meng Jijiu was standing in front of him, very close, and he could smell the clean and fresh smell on his body.

"Those kids are all interested in studying recently, thanks to you." Meng Jijiu's eyes drifted, and he said as if he had nothing to say.

Xie Ning was helpless: "Obviously you took the lead."

The subway is not bumpy, but when it occasionally stops, the distance will be invisible due to inertia.

The flow of people gradually thinned out, Xie Ning deliberately stood far away, he glanced at the tip of Meng Qijiu's glowing red ears, and looked away lightly.

"Have you ever thought about enrolling in a tutoring class? Sometimes I don't speak well, half a day a week, and the time is relatively tight."

"Forget it, it's too expensive." Meng Jijiu shook his head and refused, and at the same time said empathetically: "It's okay, you go about your business first, don't have to give me lectures, let alone Jiang Chenyu and the others."

Xie Ning smiled at him: "It's time for review."

In fact, he didn't come out to do remedial classes when he was free, but compared to being alone in the room with Meng Jijiu, it was easier to go to Nangao's classroom to teach more people.

After speaking, he looked at the billboard outside the subway.

Meng Jijiu was still wrestling with the word in his hand, when Xie Ning looked away for half a minute, the grape-like eyes moved away from the word, relying on his height advantage, and landed on Xie Ning's fair side face from behind.

Thick and slender eyelashes, a pointed nose, bright lips like pomegranate juice, and just right, soft and delicate contours.

No matter how many times he watched it, Meng Jijiu always felt that Xie Ning was very beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't bear to touch him, let alone lose his temper with him.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Meng Jijiu suddenly said, "Xie Ning, do you hate fighting?"

Xie Ning turned his head: "Why do you ask that?"

"During the training camp, I heard you tell Duan Ling not to fight."

Meng Qi didn't evade for a long time, and he spoke very frankly, like a topic casually chatted between friends.

"I used to fight all the time, but recently I have been convincing people with reason." He said with a joking smile, but his eyes were very sincere: "Don't hate me."

Xie Ning froze for a moment, then shook his head at him.

"No, I don't hate fighting."

Her clear eyes glanced at the stop sign, and then turned back to Meng Jijiu's face.

Xie Ning pursed his lips and explained softly, "I just hate Duan Ling fighting."

……

I don't know if it's because of Duan Ling's distance that Xie Ning's originally thin sense of existence gradually became stronger.

The first cannon fodder boyfriend who was mentioned by the author in the original book and deliberately lowered his sense of existence, because of the protagonist's distance, finally broke away from the plot and returned to his normal life and physique.

The sense of presence is actually dispensable for ordinary people, but for people with superior appearance, it basically has the same effect as the protagonist's halo.

Half an hour later, in the empty classroom of Nangao, Jiang Chenyu and others sat on the desks and chatted.

In the center of the classroom at the moment, He Manjuan, who was wearing an orange coat, was like a vigilant cat, looking around without blinking, and the hair on his back was blown.

As soon as Xie Ning appeared, he rushed over as if he had found a savior, and unceremoniously pushed Meng Jijiu away.

"Xie Ning! Why did you come here!"

Suddenly there was more weight on his shoulders, Xie Ning struggled helplessly, but before he could break free, He Manjuan was pulled away by Jiang Chenyu's coat and hat.

"Cat cake, why are you getting more and more useless after the fucking year!"

As soon as Xie Ning came, the few Nangao people who had been generous in the past found a seat and sat down tacitly, and they all chose the front row, which made He Manjuan dumbfounded.

I haven't seen you for a few months, how come Nangao has become such a virtue!

However, what surprised him even more was yet to come.

After finally getting through the lecture part, when Xie Ning put down the chalk and announced that it was time for Q&A...

Except for Jiang Chenyu who was beside him and Meng Jijiu who was not far away, the other gangsters who were fairly familiar with each other and who had swung more fists than counted in the past, all rushed forward with a rage!

The author has something to say: On the first day when 00 was away, I missed him.