Character Exchange System [Entertainment]

"I--"

Not yet ready to confess this unbelievable plot, Mu Yingdi panicked, and his proud acting skills suddenly faltered.Subconsciously wanted to find some reason to prevaricate, but just as soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked and coughed upside down.

"Okay, okay, I'm just asking, why are you so scared..."

Fearing that he would roll the needle if he moved randomly, Feng Linwan had no choice but to half kneel on the bed, and firmly fixed him in his arms.Patting his back gently with one hand, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, you're almost at this age, it's normal to have needs, what's the point of being shy - just pay attention to your body and be careful with your phone."

"...??"

Caught off guard and being driven back into the car, Teacher Mu raised his head sadly, and cast a righteous gaze at this impure little piece of wood.

It's a pity that the other party obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. Seeing that he had finally calmed down, he let go of his hands and sat by the bed, doing science popularization for him sincerely.

"Actually, this kind of thing is not a secret among boys. When we were still in college, I heard that some dormitories would secretly pass it-sometimes accidentally let a Trojan horse in the mobile phone. The head of our dormitory That's how money was scammed..."

Deserve it.

Teacher Mu slandered without any sympathy, angrily poked a quicksand bag, and took a big bite.

This kind of thing is really a secret to him - it is not easy to survive the five years of senior year in high school. After finally entering Yanying, he enjoyed the happy and free university time for a short time, and was dragged into a cruel life by Mr. Li. devil training.Every day when I returned to the dormitory, Sha Baoliang dragged him to the bed and fell asleep, so I didn't have the energy to participate in some secret meeting in the boys' dormitory.After graduating later, I can't wait to squeeze out every minute of acting. Although he has rich and valuable life experience, in this respect, Mu Yingdi, who has too simple emotional experience, is unexpectedly hard-working.

Sulking earnestly, Mu Yingdi bit the quicksand bag one after another, struggling in distress whether he should follow this perfect explanation so smoothly.His face felt hot unconsciously, and the little piece of wood poked his forehead worriedly.

"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever again—do you still feel uncomfortable?"

The force coming from his forehead was still cautious, causing Muting Che to be startled suddenly, inexplicably recalling the previous situation, his heart felt intensely sour.

It was the first time he saw Feng Linwan frightened like that.

He obviously behaved quite normally, as if he had walked out of the shadow of that time long ago, but as soon as the memory of that time was brought back, he was still stuck in it and couldn't break free—he couldn't figure out what happened in this area. What a deep scar left in Xiaomu's heart.But at least he can be sure that this scar has never healed, and it is dormant under the false calm at any time, and it will suddenly explode at the slightest disturbance.

For the sake of his own peace, Feng Linwan has been trapped under such heavy pressure and shadow, and he is really incompetent as a teacher.

"What's wrong, are you still dizzy?"

Seeing that his expression was not right, Feng Linwan became even more worried, supported his shoulder with concern, and asked in a gentle voice.

Mutingche twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, clenched his hand hanging by his side unnaturally - he had no way of predicting what the consequences of admitting this matter would be, but somehow felt that it had to be done.Whether this little piece of wood is willing to believe it or not, and whether it will alienate him because of it, he should also fulfill his responsibility as a teacher, and finally try his best to protect his students.

After seeing Feng Linwan like that again, he really couldn't play an innocent outsider with peace of mind.

Finally made a decision, and felt a lot more relaxed.Muting Che took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone from under the pillow, and handed it over without saying a word.

Perhaps this is a more acceptable and convincing method-as long as the small piece of wood withdraws from the current follower, it will see the user name of Weibo.He can be posted on Mu Jing's Weibo, which should be more direct and powerful than most proofs...

Still maintaining enough composure on his face, Mutingche carefully and quickly calculated the next procedure, but he didn't expect that the other party just slid off the screen saver, and his face became pale obviously.

Feng Linwan held the phone tightly, his hands were faintly bluish due to too much force, and his voice was unconsciously a little hoarse: "Little Junior Brother...how did you know?"

There were obviously some deviations in the development of the plot and the prediction, Muting Che blinked blankly, and abruptly stopped halfway when he was originally prepared.

"……what?"

Of course he wanted to tell this little piece of wood how he knew Mu Jing's Weibo password, and he had even thought out most of his lines.But the most terrible thing is that the little piece of wood didn't even have time to exit the current interface - he didn't know what the other party was asking, and Mu Yingdi, who had lost the script, held his chin calmly and fell into deep and chaotic thinking about life .

"You—you don't know who he is?"

After belatedly understanding the other party's reaction, Feng Linwan hurriedly asked in astonishment.Looking at Muting Che's still blank gaze, he suddenly relaxed, and rubbed his temples dumbfoundingly: "This is a very boring person, and there is nothing to pay attention to. Junior brother, just leave him alone..."

He clicked exit conveniently, and was about to return the phone when his eyes suddenly fixed on the familiar portrait.

In those eyes hidden behind the lenses, a little unexpected pain and surprise first flashed, and then quickly turned into a deep pain with nowhere to vent—the blood color faded quickly on that face because of the overly intense emotion.He didn't even ask anything, just pursed his lips weakly, raised his head blankly and hastily, and tears suddenly fell down.

Finally got back on track, but the effect seemed a bit too much.Looking at the little piece of wood that refused to make a sound even crying, Teacher Mu felt extremely uncomfortable, pulled out the needle, pulled him into his arms, and patted him carefully: "Okay, okay, don't cry, it's all right It's..."

Feng Linwan's body was tense, his back was almost hardened into a board, and he was hugged stiffly in his arms.Tears could not stop sliding down the cheeks, and after a while, the clothes were stained with dark traces.

I really didn't expect that the little piece of wood could almost mention his teacher Mu calmly, but it would have such a big reaction to an innocuous Weibo.Muting Che regretted it for a while, and the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He patted his back carefully, and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves: "Okay, okay——I thought You don't even think about the teacher anymore. How long has it been, why are you still crying so much?"

"I didn't reply..."

Comforted by the familiar tone, Feng Linwan's emotions finally gradually calmed down, but his hands clenched even tighter, trembling almost uncontrollably.

"The teacher said that he was tired—just the day before, the teacher said that he was always tired easily recently, and said that he wanted to take a break for himself... I wanted to persuade him to go to the hospital, but he was not happy. I don’t like hospitals, and I always say that it’s uncomfortable to be alone in the hospital. I want to say that I’ll go with him, but I’m afraid that he will know that it’s me, and I dare not tell him, for fear that he will reprimand me for not doing my job well…”

Muting Che's heart sank, and he finally figured out where the real crux of this little piece of wood was.

No matter how much he thought about it, he never thought that Shi Jing Yunsheng was actually this little piece of wood—after all, their tone of voice was too different, and Feng Linwan didn't show much admiration for himself.Until just now, he didn't even know that this small wooden house had the ability to make videos.

He remembered that he had sent a private message with the other party before going to the awards ceremony, and he did inadvertently mention that he was in a bad state recently during the chat.Seeing that the message was read but there was no reply, I just thought that the other party was extremely sleepy and fell asleep, and didn't take it to heart.

——Of course he didn't expect that he would fall down on a sip of mineral water the next day.What's more, I didn't expect that my casual sentence at that time would actually put such a heavy burden on the other party.

"Be obedient, don't feel bad-it's okay, the teacher didn't take it to heart at all..."

Mutingche sighed softly, patting and coaxing him patiently.It wasn't until the person in his arms finally calmed down that he wiped away the tears on his face, couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.

"I was quite guilty at first, but it turned out that both of us have a lot of secrets, so it's even - Xiaomu, the teacher also has something to hide from you, so you don't wonder why I can be on this Weibo? ?”

He had almost made up his mind to make a good confession.Heng Xia was about to tell the truth, but the little piece of wood opened its crying red eyes very unexpectedly, and pressed his shoulder eagerly: "Little Junior Brother... Are you really the son secretly born by the teacher?"

"..."

Shocked by the bizarre brain circuit of this little piece of wood, he was speechless for a moment.Mu Yingdi's brain instinctively went blank for a moment. Just as he was about to emphasize his innocence angrily, the door of the ward was pushed open: "What's going on—who do you say is whose son?!"

Hearing Mr. Li's startled and familiar voice coming from the door, Mutingche's eyes darkened in despair, and finally fell silent exhausted physically and mentally, and bumped his head on the shoulder of this little piece of wood.

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