You finished the joke [Quick Transmigration]

No matter how you answer this question, it seems a little strange. Xiao Ming squeezed the sweat from his hands, tightly clutched the pants at his knees, and tried his best to restrain his trembling fingers. I can't stay still.

Xiao Ming lowered his head, and pulled the abrupt ends of some unthreaded trousers repeatedly, trying to change the previous topic, "Ah, um, that, right, don't you have to go to work?"

Yan Shu was not in a hurry when he didn't get the answer he wanted, he slowly squeezed Xiao Ming's fingertips, "Here you are, it's good to relive the campus life."

What the man said about revisiting campus life was not the same thing at all. During class, Yan Shu sat beside Xiao Ming, looking at him with his head tilted and his eyes unblinking.

Xiao Ming concentrated his head on taking notes, and gradually, Yan Shu noticed that Xiao Ming's ears were slowly but conspicuously stained with a blush.

As if he found something interesting, Yan Shu raised a finger and poked Xiao Ming's red ear.

As a result, the light red on the white ear pinna gradually expanded, and the color gradually deepened, showing signs of turning to deep red.

Yan Shu wanted to rub it again, but with a "snap", Xiao Ming slapped away the hand that almost succeeded. Xiao Ming's low voice was filled with embarrassment, "Don't touch!"

To Xiao Ming's surprise, the man not only accompanied him through the class in a good manner, but also kept himself quiet for the next few days.

Even the man seemed to have expected Xiao Ming to stay in the school, and he neither objected nor expressed his position.

Xiao Ming was a little confused.

Xiao Ming woke up early the next morning. He has always been the one with the most regular schedule in the dormitory. He goes to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening and wakes up at 5:[-] the next day. After washing up, he is on the small balcony of the dormitory. Stretch stretches the muscles and bones.

The early summer morning sky had begun to turn white, and the white mist gradually dissipated. Xiao Ming bent down to stretch his back and leg tendons, and saw Yan Shu standing on the lawn downstairs of the dormitory through the railing.

Xiao Ming stood up abruptly, rubbed his eyes, then shook his head vigorously, and when he opened his eyes again, the man was still there.

The golden sunlight in the morning shone on Yan Shu's tall and slender figure, and the man's side face was shrouded in shadow, highlighting his sharp-edged facial contours more and more. Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, and a few strands of fine hair scattered on his forehead. The man's five fingers sank into his hair, and he flipped it back casually, revealing his smooth and full forehead instantly.

Xiao Ming grasped the railing in a daze, the man obviously noticed something, raised his head and accurately caught the source of his gaze.

Seeing that it was Xiao Ming, Yan Shu slightly hooked the corners of his lips at him, revealing a dazzling smile.

Xiao Ming let go of the hand holding the railing with a "swoosh" and took several steps back, covering his face tightly as if frightened, as if this way the man would not be able to see him.

Feeling ashamed to peek at being caught, Xiao Ming's whole face was as hot as a red-hot coal, and his palms were steaming hot when he covered it.

After recovering quickly, Xiao Ming turned around and rushed into the dormitory, quickly changed his clothes, picked up his schoolbag and rushed downstairs.

Yan Shu was still standing there waiting, holding a bamboo basket in his right hand, seeing Xiao Ming rushing out panting, the man took two steps forward, naturally pulled out his hand from his trouser pocket, and encircled Xiao Ming's hand Pulling him away, he asked, "Just now...was he wearing pajamas?"

Xiao Ming was still gasping for breath, unable to speak.

Thinking of the pajamas that Xiao Ming was wearing just now, Yan Shu had a weird expression on his face, "The person printed on your pajamas is...Fu Lei?...Fu Lei who wrote Fu Lei's family letter?"

Probably thinking of the idol printed on the pajamas, Xiao Ming's eyes were still a little bright, he quickly calmed down his shortness of breath and nodded, "I have read each of Mr. Fu's translated works several times, not only The translation style is unique, and it can still retain the charm and characteristics of the original works, which is really amazing..."

Xiao Ming's tone was full of admiration, and Yan Shu had already started to taste a little bit.

However, when it came to idols, Xiao Ming couldn't stop, "I didn't know until I was in college that pajamas could be customized. I found a store on Taobao and asked him to print Mr. Fu's portrait for me." Go up," Xiao Ming held up a few fingers, "I bought it..."

Yan Shu saw that the veins on his forehead were bulging, and even if there were men other than him printed on the pajamas, he even bought three sets.

Xiao Ming said happily: "I bought eight sets!"

A string in the man's brain snapped and snapped.

Without noticing Yan Shu's expression, Xiao Ming blushed slightly, his eyes shone with gleam, and he said in a low voice, "Y-in the future, I will become an excellent translator like Mr. Fu..."

Yan Shu stared blankly at the young man's flushed but angry side face, and after a long time, he clenched his little hand tightly, and replied in a low voice, "...um."

The two walked silently all the way to the small river, and Xiao Ming remembered what he wanted to ask before, "Ah...well, why are you here so early?"

Yan Shu let go of Xiao Ming's hand, moved to the battlefield, pinched his nose, and swayed from side to side, "Wait for you to have breakfast together, little fool."

Xiao Ming covered his pinched red nose, glared at the man and said angrily, "I'm not a fool..."

The man pulled out a red and white checked picnic cloth from the bamboo basket, spread it on the lawn by the river, and laid out the breakfast prepared in the basket.

Indian curry potato burritos, Thai green papaya salad, French strawberry butter toast, and Cantonese-style hot steamers filled the remaining space on the picnic cloth, all stretching out their long white and thin legs clamoring for Xiao Ming's luck.

Xiao Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, seeing the boy's shining eyes, Yan Shu chuckled lightly, and handed over the prepared clean chopsticks.

Xiao Ming unceremoniously started, a big piece of slippery sausage roll on Xiao Ming's chopsticks and exclaimed delicately: "Oh, my friend, you should slow down..."

As soon as the words were finished, Xiao Ming, who didn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all, swallowed him in one bite.

It's not enough to stuff his cheeks, Xiao Ming keeps stuffing things into his mouth like a bottomless pit.

Yan Shu shook his head helplessly, the person in front of him still loves to eat as before, this really hasn't changed no matter where he is.

The man held a piece of crystal clear shrimp dumpling and handed it to Xiao Ming's mouth, which was almost overflowing. The boy's mouth, which was about to be cracked, opened a small gap with difficulty, and sucked the shrimp dumpling into his mouth again.

The chopsticks went in and out of Xiao Ming's mouth, but the shrimp dumpling was gone. When it came out, there was a small piece of pink and tender strawberry pieces on the chopsticks.

Xiao Ming became anxious when he saw it, and grabbed Yan Shu's hand to stuff the small piece of strawberry back into his full mouth.

Yan Shu dodged, dodged Xiao Ming's bottomless mouth, turned back with his backhand, and the piece of fragrant strawberry went straight into the man's own mouth.

Xiao Ming stared at Yan Shu with eyes full of resentment, and there was a large circle of brown salad dressing beside his mouth. Yan Shu suppressed the smile that was about to overflow the corners of his lips, pursed the corners of his lips, and rubbed Xiao Ming's furry head, "Wait for lunch with me at noon."

Hearing Yan Shu's words, Xiao Ming regained his energy instantly, "Yeah!" Xiao Ming nodded his head desperately, afraid that the man who promised too late would regret it.

Yan Shu pampered Xiao Ming's nose, pulled him into his arms, and rubbed his big palm on Xiao Ming's soft belly before the boy protested.

Xiao Ming softened his body comfortably all of a sudden, nestled in Yan Shu's arms and couldn't open his eyes.

Every time the man raises his hand to leave, his soft stomach clings to his hand tightly as if alive, Yan Shu sighs, and resigns himself to rubbing his hand for the well-fed uncle Xiao. belly.

It's really hard to say whether this soft stomach is the boy's Achilles' heel or his nemesis.

From that day on, the man would come to school every day, first to have a hearty breakfast with Xiao Ming, and then pull him into his arms to rub his swollen belly.

What makes Xiao Ming depressed is that the man's method of feeding pigs made him fatter by two rounds in a short time.

What's more depressing is that his fat place is really strange.

He didn't feel it at first, but gradually, everyone said that his...back became a little plump.

At night in the dormitory, Xiao Ming hit the bed and said angrily, "Why is my back plump?"

Lin Chenhao beckoned Xiao Ming to get off the bed, walked around Xiao Ming several times, and said with a strange expression, "Xiao Ming, your...well, the back, isn't it a bit plump...it's very plump ah……"

Xiao Ming was puzzled, "Why is only the back plump? Shouldn't the whole body be fat if you want to be fat?"

"Well, it's the back view." Lin Chenhao's eyes were evasive, and he was about to run after speaking, but Xiao Ming stopped him, as if he would not let him go unless he explained clearly.

Lin Chenhao's face was heavy, so he could only ask, "Xiao Ming, have you ever felt that the back of your body is heavier than the front, and you can't help but lean back when you stand?"

"...and when you sit down, you feel so comfortable and light that you don't want to get up?"

"...and when squatting on the toilet, it is more difficult to stand up than before?"

Xiao Ming's face gradually changed, "Could it be that I am still a disease?"

Lin Chenhao couldn't bear to look at Xiao Ming, "I told you, don't be sad, and don't be angry."

Xiao Ming squeezed his hands in cold sweat, Lin Chenhao gritted his teeth, and finally told the truth, "Xiao Ming, your butt is really big..."

Xiao Ming: "..."

The author has something to say: Old Nine with his big butt, Xiao Ming, wishes all the darlings of the college entrance examination success in the college entrance examination!

Although those who should take the college entrance examination should have finished the exam by the time they see this

Well, by the way, let’s all wish an early New Year together──＋