Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing the panic flashing in Shu Yang's eyes, Shang Chen twitched the corners of his mouth almost invisible, lowered his eyes, and replied in Yin Guangming's stern voice, "You must have been stuck in the stairwell just now. gone."

Shu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Well, there are too many people, I'm sorry for not coming up in time."

"I just asked casually," Shang Chen gave him a chuckle, pressed his shoulder hard when he went up the stairs, and said without turning his head, "Student Shu, don't be too nervous."

Shu Yang frowned watching Yin Guangming's back slowly walking up. He licked his back molars, restored his usual smile, and told the students to be careful on the steps and not to be crowded.

"Did you know just now that his favorability has dropped again?" 0911 sighed and said helplessly.

"If you ask me like that, I will be angry too." Shang Chen said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll give you that point of favorability, it's a lot of fun."

"Are you trying to test him?" 0911 seemed to understand something, and asked with some uncertainty.

Shang Chen staggered to the classroom door of Class 23, covered his yawn with his hand and said, "Who has that skill?"

The Shaw Building in No. [-] Middle School is not particularly high. Yin Guangming and his class are on the third floor. From the window, you can see a row of lush sycamore trees planted downstairs, and there is a white European-style pavilion underneath. , what seemed to be some kind of vine planted around it.

According to the seating chart sent to him by 0911, Shang Chen found his own seat, which was the second-to-last row of the third group, next to the window. He was quite satisfied, sat up with his legs crossed, and looked down. Yin Guangming's drawer didn't look particularly good.

"This drawer, I really..." Shang Chen took out a crumpled math paper from the inside, on which a 68 was roughly judged with a red pen, and the stroke "eight" was ticked up because of too much force. Scratched the test paper.

Shang Chen clicked his tongue several times, but in the end he didn't do anything and stuffed the test paper back.

"Aren't you uncomfortable looking at it?" 0911 glanced into the drawer, fidgeting.The test paper that was stuffed back was not completely put into the drawer, and the exposed corner was folded several times.

"It's uncomfortable." Shang Chen picked up the top book on the precarious pile of books on the table, opened it to study Yin Guangming's fonts, "but I'm lazy and don't want to sort it out, it's too time-consuming, and it's not good for me."

0911 hesitated to speak, a pair of hands that wanted to reach out were about to move, he pinched the space between his brows, and said to Shang Chen, "Move your body to the right... to block that drawer."

"What are you doing?" Shang Chen asked, but he was still obedient consciously, and moved the stool to the right, completely blocking Yin Guangming's messy drawer.

"Let me tidy up for you," 0911 released half of his consciousness as he spoke, and began to tidy up his drawers without complaint. "I don't want the students in the back row to think that they have hit a ghost."

Shang Chen burst out laughing, "Xiao Jiu, do all of your artificial intelligences have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Besides, where is the back row..."

Shang Chen turned around naturally, and saw a pair of dirty hands as far as his eyes could see.

Those hands were not rough and chubby, but they were dirty. Some of the long fingernails had some dirt hidden in them, and the back of the hands seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and there were still two or three ink marks on them.

Such a pair of dirty hands are holding a very bright pink ballpoint pen at this moment, writing something seriously stroke by stroke.

The owner of the hand felt the gaze from the front, raised his head hesitantly, and looked at Shang Chen who was staring at her suspiciously.

"It's okay, I'll turn around and look at the blackboard newspaper at the back." Shang Chen casually smiled at the girls in the last row, and turned back as if nothing had happened. He noticed that everyone had a deskmate, only in this corner The girl is sitting alone.

The girl was stunned, and continued to lower her head to write and draw. Her hair was very long, almost reaching her waist, but it was neatly combed, and there was a very small pink bow tied on top of her ponytail.

"...Have you sorted it out?" Shang Chen turned his pen thoughtfully. The first class in the morning was math class. He hadn't listened to a class seriously for a long time, so he seemed very uncomfortable.

"Well, almost." 0911 wiped his sweat, and the excessive release of consciousness would also make him feel very tired, "Can you look down again?"

When Shang Chen lowered his head again, he exclaimed, "This is too neat!"

In the desk, the test papers were all neatly put into the test paper folder, and the subjects were labeled with fluorescent labels. A place is dedicated to collecting Yin Guangming's miscellaneous things.

Like Band-Aids, a small screwdriver, some crumpled little books, some broken Lego toys.

"Xiao Jiu, if you are so virtuous, I can't help but want to marry you." Shang Chen's mouth was not serious every day, but 0911 didn't say a word after hearing this, but couldn't help rubbing his face that was about to turn red. Face.

Shang Chen squeezed out a small Lego coconut tree from the inside, "This little kid is really good at entertaining himself."

Before he could pick up all the toys and play with them, the classmate in front of him stood up with a "huh" and answered the question loudly. Shang Chen was so frightened that he put the plastic cart back in his hand, and asked his deskmate , "Where did it go?"

The deskmate glanced at him in disgust, took out his little exercise, pointed to the fifth multiple-choice question above and whispered to him: "This question, you will talk about it later, and there is a reason for the answer, teacher. Click on your column to answer the question."

Shang Chen touched his cheek with his tongue, thanked him, and picked up the topic to read.

The students in front sat down after answering the questions, the math teacher nodded, and Shang Chen saw the inconspicuous bald spots like copper coins on the top of his head when he lowered his head.

Just like my math teacher in high school... Shang Chen stood up with Xiao Lian in his hand.

"The answer is B," Shang Chen read loudly the result that was calculated just now. Yin Guangming's exercise set was blank, and it seemed that he didn't do his homework during the self-study last night.

"It is known that OB is twice the size of OC. We can use the Pythagorean Theorem to obtain that the radius of this circle is 3, and then..." Shang Chen put his right hand in his pocket, looking unmotivated, almost half of the people All eyes were on him.The tablemate looked like he had eaten a fly, and there were still people talking about it.

After Shang Chen finished explaining, he sat down, picked up the red pen on the table, flicked his wrist smartly, and ticked his own question.

The math teacher raised his eyes and said seriously: "In the future, XX will be less used to search for questions, and the results I get are the knowledge I have learned."

"Next! Question [-]." The short, fat man waved his hand, and Shang Chen's deskmate stood up with a "swish", apparently in an "S"-shaped answer.

Shang Chen looked back at the girl behind him, did he simply ignore her?This kind of cold and violent way that teachers all default to?

The voice of 0911 sounded, and he said: "Do you not mind? It is obviously the result of your own calculation."

Shang Chen took a breath, then turned around and said, "What do you mind? As long as I know it myself, I don't care what others think."

After he finished speaking to the system, he turned around to look at the girl. She was still writing and drawing on the draft paper full of notes, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to turn a blind eye to the power she had lost long ago.

Behind her is the hygiene corner of the class, where brooms are piled up in disarray, and two or three flies are hovering on the trash can next to her, and the milk that has not been drunk is thrown directly on it, and the milky white liquid that flows out makes Shang Morning felt sick.

He turned back and poked the arm of the deskmate who had finished answering the question, "What's the name of the girl behind?"

"Zhu Mei," said the tablemate impatiently as he brushed Shang Chen's hand away with dignity.

"How did you bypass her to answer questions?"

The deskmate put a cross in his exercise book, and explained angrily: "From the beginning when I asked her to answer, she couldn't answer, and she just stood there pinching the corner of her clothes without saying anything, teacher. Later, I simply didn’t ask her questions to save time.”

Shang Chen nodded knowingly, looked around the class, and suddenly found that Shu Yang, who was sitting in the third row in the middle, had been looking there for a long time. What kind of emotion.

Before he could study it carefully, Shu Yang quickly looked away, as if he had never looked this way.

"First of all, he is definitely not looking at me," Shang Chen muttered, so who is he looking at?

Shang Chen looked around, and his gaze stayed on Zhu Mei in the back row.

The bell for the end of get out of class is the piano version of "Fur Elise". Shang Chen shook his head when he heard it, "It was also the bell for the end of get out of class when we were in high school. I liked this part the most before."

I don't know if you like the ringtone or after class, 0911 secretly complained.

"Shu Yang went to the toilet." 0911 interrupted Shang Chen's self-amusement with a pen, "Aren't you going after him? Peeing with your brother can easily enhance your relationship."

Shang Chen put down his shaking hands, buried his face in his arms and let out a muffled laugh.

"Xiao Jiu, where did you learn this crooked theory?" Shang Chen stood up and straightened his overly loose school uniform, rolled up his sleeves briefly, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Since you have worked so hard, I will go there reluctantly."

0911 blinked and thought, this is the reason 0654 used to drag him to the bathroom with him before, could it be that he lied to himself?

There are quite a lot of people in the bathroom, but there are only five urinals, so the people queuing behind can only look at the backs of the people in front.Shang Chen looked around boldly, and fixed his eyes on the tall and thin figure standing in the innermost part.

He walked through the crowded crowd and walked behind Shu Yang.

"Hey, deputy class!" Shang Chen patted him on the shoulder lightly, and Shu Yang's whole body trembled, almost splashing on the shoe.

Shu Yang took a deep breath, shook with difficulty, zipped up his trousers, squeezed out a smile and gritted his teeth and said to Shang Chen, "Hello, classmate Yin..."

Shang Chen returned him with an innocent smile, "Let's go when you're done, I think there are still many students coming up."

Shu Yang walked away with a smile on his face, went to the sink to wash up, adjusted his appearance in the mirror, and walked back to the class with his back straight.

Shang Chen couldn't stop laughing in his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched up weirdly.

"Have you lost your favorability?" Shang Chen said with a slight tremor, "Who said peeing together can increase your relationship?"

0911 argued: "That's yourself..."

"Okay Xiaojiu, be obedient and close your eyes." Shang Chen pulled down the zipper on the waist of his trousers, and 0911 quickly cut off the angle of view, looking at the nose and mouth.

"Oh, right," Shang Chen suddenly asked while washing his hands, "I look different in every world, right?"

"Well, what's the matter?" 0911, who had just switched back to the perspective, replied seriously.

"Then, are you the same?" Shang Chen waved his hand strenuously, trying to describe what he wanted to say, "You are also like them, seeing... um... I, it's different every time ?”

"..." 0911 was silent for a while and said, "What I saw was your original appearance."

It's always been you, always been you.

Shang Chen pursed his lips and nodded, "No wonder you closed your eyes consciously when you took a bath that time." He smiled, and tapped his eyebrows with his index finger, "Our Xiaojiu is so good."

0911 choked on the saliva, and replied semi-mechanically, "Then...ahem, that's a requirement we have to abide by..."

Shang Chen chuckled and entered the classroom.

The boring time is not slow to say the least. In fact, Shang Chen enjoys the feeling of being able to sit in the classroom again like this, especially in the third year of high school, the feeling of sprinting for a pure purpose regardless of everything.

But he didn't really want to re-experience the third year of high school, because some bad memories were mixed in it.The years that should have been gilded are covered with a thin layer of dust, which makes people... depressing.

"How does it feel to go back to school?" 0911's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, as if recording something.

"It's okay," Shang Chen opened the good one-shoulder cloth bag, and insisted on carrying two straps like a primary school student's schoolbag. When walking, the things in the bag dangled like a little tail of.

He harvested an MP3 from Yin Guangming's corner of a drawer like a small grocery store.Shang Chen was not very proficient in the operation, and clicked on random play - a semi-husky voice came from the earphones, and the melody was very pleasant.

Shang Chen walked silently on the path full of thousand-year-old dwarf trees on both sides, suddenly felt empty, his whole body's emotions were taken away by a "huh", half floating in the transparent air, with the blue and white sky above his head.

The male voice in the earphones sang slowly, as if telling an irrelevant story.

"I am going under and this time If you are hereison one to save me"

……

"Ineedsomebodytoheal"

"somebodytokonw...sombodytohold"

In the lyrics, I beg someone over and over again, sad and desperate.Shang Chen sniffed.

In the warm and warm evening, the dry air caresses Shang Chen's forearm with rolled up sleeves, the sound of falling leaves behind him can be heard clearly, and the nearly bare tree trunks point alone at the gradually turning red sky.

"Butitis never easy to say"

A thin figure walked on the long sidewalk, alone and lonely.

The author has something to say: the lyrics come from "Someoneyouloved"

The little cuties who are idle and bored can search and listen~