It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

He never cared about these things, but he knew that the boy cared, and the boy was different from him, Han Yue, Han Yue.The campus prince Han Yue and the great devil Han Xingchen are of course different. He has to care more, so he has to be more considerate.

He stretched out his hand to help the boy pull the blanket, and said, "Stop looking, go to sleep, or you will have another headache tomorrow."

The boy turned his head and smiled at him again, "Okay, you can go to bed too." Meng Yile paused, and after struggling for a while, he added: "Good night."

The sound was soft and small, like a small bug slowly crawling into the ear, and the person who scratched it felt itchy.

Han Xingchen said, "Sweet dream."

The atmosphere in the cabin was really suitable for falling asleep. No matter how excited Meng Yile was, he couldn't get over such a tempting sleepiness. He closed his eyes and slowly fell into a dream, and arrived in Spain in a daze.

432 who was treated as an alarm clock: [Lele get up quickly, the plane is landing~]

Meng Yile: [Lele is so sleepy, Lele don't get up! 】

432: [The host should not lose his temper. 】

Meng Yile: [It's Lele. 】

432: 【Huh? 】

Meng Yile pouted: 【It's Lele, not the host! 】

432: [...mentally retarded. 】

Meng Yile: [little mentally retarded, call me brother. 】

432: [Brother. 】

Meng Yile: [! 】

Meng Yile: [You shout again! ! 】

Meng Yile: [Where's Wo Caoren? ! 】

Meng Yile: The other party threw 999 roses at you.

432 had already arranged tasks for him, so Meng Yile could only open his eyes, lightly patted the shoulder of the young man beside him, and called out in a low voice, "Stars?"

The other party frowned, but did not open his eyes.

Meng Yile leaned over to pat him again, and shouted softly, "Stars, stars, stars...wake up, we're in Spain."

Meng Yile knew that Han Xingchen was angry when he got up, but he was so painful, knowing this, he still had to bite the bullet and charge forward, he was more fucking brave than anyone else.

As expected, Han Xingchen opened his eyes with drooping face, lifted the blanket on his body, and glanced at the boy beside him, "Are you there?"

There was a warm smile on the corner of Meng Yile's mouth, and he nodded, his face was still sleepy and tired, a strand of hair was slightly raised, pink lips and white and fat teeth were intertwined, clean and pure sharp.

"Well, are you hungry?"

Han Xingchen raised his arms to cover his eyes, "I don't feel it."

"When I get off the plane, do you want to eat or sleep first?"

Han Xingchen frowned again, and said irritably, "Eat."

Well, this waking up is really not ordinary.

Meng Yile didn't want to recruit him either, so he yawned and lay down where he was to wake up. After lying down for a while, he finally woke up. The radio on the plane started to read English, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Xueba 432 was beside him and translated simultaneously with him.

Meng Yile sighed with emotion: [Oh, you said what would I do without you in the future. 】

432: [This is the first world, don't say we are going to separate. 】

Meng Yile pouted: 【I like you~】

432: [vomit. 】

Meng Yile: [I mean, is it really easy to cut? ! 】

432.;【All right, reluctantly accept your love. 】

Meng Yile laughed angrily at him: 【You are the one who loves you! 】

After a while, the plane began to descend with bumps. The two teenagers sat on their seats and chewed gum quietly. After getting out of the airport and getting into the car, Han Xingchen's anger almost subsided when he woke up.

Meng Yile pushed aside a planetary cup and handed it to him, "Eat some first to replenish your strength."

Han Xingchen refused to pick it up, and leaned lazily on top of him, opening his mouth, "Ah~"

Ah, your sister!

However, Meng Yile is so cowardly, he can only resign himself to his fate by digging out chocolates with a small spoon, feeding them into the other party's mouth one by one, and even giving him two mouthfuls of yogurt from time to time, and only then began to solve his problems The problem of food and clothing.

He unpacked the planetary cup, took out a small spoon, dug out the chocolate, and dug it into his mouth a little bit. He lowered his head slightly, revealing his slender and fair neck. A hazy halo appeared, and a pure face was reflected softer.

Meng Yile didn't forget to drink two sips of yogurt in the middle of eating. He was eating happily, but suddenly felt a chill on his lips, and was suddenly kissed by someone, and he was about to stop.The one who had finished the sneak attack sat upright and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, leaving only the boy with a dull face sitting there, at a loss for what to do with the Planet Cup and yogurt in his hand.

It took him a while to react and look at the driver in front of him, but he saw that the driver was shaking his body to the rock music playing in the car. An eight-year-old rock boy.

Meng Yile silently put down the food in his hand, looked at the rows of billboards and distinctive buildings outside the car window, and then realized that this is Spain, not in China, and no one knew who they were at all.

He looked at the clean and wide street and the rising sun, and at the silhouettes of houses reflected on the street. He closed his eyes, took a breath and opened them again. A country made easy.

The houses of different colors on the street and the same-sex people holding hands wantonly, they walked with ease, looked at each other's eyes tenderly with smiles on their lips, and were respected and understood like all heterosexuals.

After looking at it for a while, Meng Yile suddenly felt pain on his cheek, and Meng Yile gasped in shock, "Hiss."

"Who are you looking at, so fascinated?" Han Xingchen's voice flowed slowly in his ears, and he broke in without hesitation in front of the door of his heart that he had just opened. In front of the soldiers at the city gate, they showed off their might.

Meng Yile's face was slightly red, and he stretched out his hand to cover the place where he was bitten just now, lowered his eyelids to cover the surging waves inside, "I didn't look at anyone."

Han Xingchen didn't believe it, and asked, "Does it look good with me?" Meng Yile, who had a small hook in his voice, raised his head and looked at him stupidly, but he opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer. Han Xingchen looked at his hesitant expression , immediately seized the opportunity, lowered his head and nodded again on that lip.

The boy jerked back.

Meng Yile's face was completely red now, he blinked, lowered his head in a panic, the hand that was covering his cheek turned to his lips, looking dazed, after a while, that hand slipped from his lips again. The upper part moved quietly to the chest.

A heart lying firmly inside was beating irregularly at this time, and it couldn't be held down with hands.

The two arrived at the hotel to put down their luggage, and went down to eat first. They ate something very Spanish: fried eggs, braised tripe, bread with crushed tomatoes, and fried squid.

By the way, I also ordered some pickled olives, green and yellow ones, very chewy.

But in fact, Meng Yile was still a little unaccustomed to the food here, he always felt that it was a bit special, the small olives tasted indescribably green and slightly bitter, he only tasted two of them and put them down embarrassingly.

Han Xingchen noticed his movements, with a languid smile on his lips, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "You didn't like this thing when you came here last time, and you still don't intend to change your opinion this time?"

Meng Yile was stunned for a moment, and was just about to say that this was my first time in Spain, when he suddenly realized that the "last time" that the boy said was with the real Han Yue, not a fake like him.

He didn't expect that he and Han Yue had the same taste by chance, and he was not exposed by accident. He forced himself to be calm: "Well, I'm not used to it, it's a bit bitter."

Han Xingchen exposed him mercilessly: "It's obviously lazy."

Meng Yile pouted, he was really lazy, this little thing was so chewy, he felt pain in his cheek after chewing two pieces.He simply obediently took the knife and fork to cut up the small cuttlefish on the plate and ate it. His back was straight, and against the backdrop of the silk shirt, he looked slender and elegant.

The sun shines through the brightly colored houses, and the two oriental teenagers are youthful, lively and moving.

Meng Yile endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to knock 432 after returning to the room.

Meng Yile: [432 come out!Let me ask you, is it a coincidence that Han Yue and I have the same taste or...]

432 interrupted him: 【No. 】

Meng Yile knew this was the answer, he took a deep breath: [There is one more thing I forgot to ask, where did the real Han Yue go? 】

When he first crossed over, he was excited and sighed, and then he focused on how to attack the target, occupying the body of the original owner, enjoying everything the original owner had, but forgot the most important thing .

It's not that he is not without shame, but if he really wants to get to the bottom of it, he may not have forgotten, and there are elements of deliberately evading and deliberately ignoring...not without it.

Meng Yile: [I'm asking you something! 】

432: 【There is no real Han Yuechu. 】

Meng Yile was stunned: 【What? 】

432: [Not only that, even this world is not real, everything is made up of data, whether it is the original Han Yue or whoever you see now.all. 】

Meng Yile was completely stunned: [what? !You mean that the soft, big, kingsize water bed I'm lying on now is also data? 】

432 was silent for a while, then said cruelly: [Yes. 】

Meng Yile spread out on the bed, and after a while he said: [What about Song Miaoyi? 】

432 was choked up by his question: 【...Who is Song Miaoyi? 】

Meng Yile turned over, buried her head in the pillow, and replied irritably: 【It's that super cute girl!In the same class as Han Yue, he even handed over love letters to other students. 】

432 expressed incomprehension: 【Is she important? 】

Meng Yile kicked her legs: [I don't believe that such a cute girl is also made of data. 】

432 suddenly realized, smiling: [I'm sorry, she is. 】

Meng Yile was completely spread out on the bed.

After a while, 432 couldn't help poking him, 【Aren't you curious whether the strategy target is made up of data? 】

Meng Yile pouted: 【He's not. 】

432: [Hehe.Why? 】

Meng Yile: 【If he is the data, why do you use me for the strategy? Are you wasting your time just playing around with me? ! 】

432: 【It makes sense for you to think so. 】

But Meng Yile was heartbroken: [Such a cute girl is actually made up of data, it's so frenzied, at least leave one for me! ! ! 】

432 smiling face: [I don't mind telling you another fact, those love letters you received are all data~]

Oh your sister!

Meng Yile burst into tears: 【You give me back my love letter, give me back my lovely girl, give me back! ! ! 】

432: [... How about this, in order to make up for your trauma, I will let you wear it on a girl in the next world, the kind that is pink and tender, bubbling all around... 】

Meng Yile stopped crying and yelled at him: 【How dare you! 】

432 calmly said: 【I dare. 】

Meng Yile continued to cry: 【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and a bad guy...]

432 Fue: [Well, I dare not, I was wrong, Lele is good, stop crying. 】

Meng Yile barely held back his tears: 【Yeah, Lele is the most obedient, Lele is a man, so Lele doesn't cry. 】

432 didn't know what to say, so he simply closed his mouth and pretended to be dumb.

In order to take care of Meng Yile's mood, Han Xingchen asked for two rooms with a wave of his hand, and the two of them went back to their respective houses after dinner and had a good night's sleep before discussing where to go to play.

They had already found the location at home in advance, but they didn't arrange it in too much detail. According to Han Xingchen's words, they just like blind tours.Just walk with your eyes closed, no matter where you go, anyway, when you go out to travel, everything is new, so that the fun of the journey will be more.

Meng Yile was coaxed to nod in approval.

What blind tour is not blind tour, if you have money, you can play whatever you want, anyway, you are not afraid that you will not be able to find the hotel, the worst is to stand on the side of the road and call a taxi.Thinking about it this way, he, a poor man, has to carefully plan the route for several days every time he travels domestically, for fear that if he makes a mistake, he will spend more than he should have spent. Comparing the two, it is really a world of difference in treatment. .

Meng Yile was woken up by the smell of food, that faint scent penetrated from the tip of his nose to his lungs, lingering in his nasal cavity and mind, lingering and haunting.

He struggled to wake up in his dream, opened his eyes and looked at the dim ceiling, turned his head and saw the golden sunlight pouring in from the window, he was in a daze, not knowing whether it was evening or dawn.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from the door of the room, Meng Yile turned his head immediately, and was startled when he saw the young man leaning lazily on the door frame, "What time is it?" The voice was involuntarily tinged with hoarseness , Sexy hook people.

Han Xingchen didn't come in either, he still leaned on the door frame, raised his hand to look at the time on the watch, and then smiled as if remembering something, "It shows Beijing time, according to the time zone difference between Spain and Beijing It can be deduced that the difference between the two is about six hours, so it should be... about 28:[-] in the afternoon."