Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

Winter vacations are always short and beautiful. Fortunately, Yin Guangming's family doesn't have many relatives, and he doesn't have the habit of visiting everywhere. Otherwise, Shang Chen, who would rather stay at home, really doesn't know how to deal with those annoying relatives.

"Did you take it back?" Shang Chen raised his eyebrows, looking at the guitar in the corner that 0911 took back from the roof, the body of the guitar became smooth, and the broken string was reconnected go up.

0911 smiled shyly and said: "Well, I really like the way you play the guitar... There are still some sandpaper in the warehouse. I searched for a long time, and then barely found a string. Please ask someone to fix it for you. "

He begged for 0654 for a long time last night, and when the guy was dragged out of bed by him, even his pajama pants were baggy.

Shang Chen sat up from the bed, looked away from the phone, and walked slowly forward to pick up the guitar.

"Troubleshooting." There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a feeling in his heart that was ready to be expressed. He didn't know what it was, but it felt good that such a simple sentence could be remembered by others.

"Uh," 0911 suddenly became a little embarrassed. After all, he said no before, and he picked it up on his own. It might be a bit impolite. He sniffed and said, "If playing the guitar before would bring you discomfort If you have a good memory, forget it and play it to me later, it is a new beginning.”

By the time the words were spoken, it was too late for 0911 to regret. He nervously waited for Shang Chen's reaction—what a new beginning, such self-righteous words sounded too shameful.

Shang Chen froze for a moment, touched his cheek with his tongue, and then laughed, "Really? Well, it's a new beginning." He plucked the strings casually, and the strings vibrated and made a crisp sound, "After that I play the guitar for Xiao Jiu to listen to."

0911 raised his hand and touched his nose, then turned his eyes and lowered his head and whispered, "You said that."

Shang Chen asked himself, the time to wake up during the winter vacation was getting later every day, if it wasn’t for the start of school today, he would be able to sleep until two o’clock in the afternoon.

It doesn't feel good to go back to school, but Xiao Jiu, who has become a bit talkative recently, is a bit cute.

"Don't move around, there are leaves on your hair." When 0911 switched the angle of view, he keenly noticed the leaves falling from Shang Chen's hair when he passed through the small woods of the school. When people found it, they took it off.

"Puff," Shang Chen stood in place, and when Xiao Jiu was done, he blinked and said, "When did you become so...er, so careful?" He originally wanted to say mother-in-law, but he was afraid of offending Xiao Jiu. Not happy, so I changed it to a nicer term.

0911 took the leaves in. He didn't hear what Qing Shangchen was saying. He held the leaf with a yellowish tail and looked at it for a while, then carefully inserted it into the small notebook he was writing in before.

"Huh? What did you say before?" the system asked, "I didn't hear clearly."

Shang Chen smiled and put the newly issued book in his arms on top, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

After passing through the simple European-style pavilion planted with a wisteria flower, Shang Chen bumped into a person at the end of the path, he staggered back a step, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of moody eyes.

"Shu Yang?" Shang Chen smoothed his hair, and looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed neatly but had a t-shirt, "Didn't you go to direct the transfer of books?" Shang Chen glanced at the sleeve of his school uniform from the corner of his eyes. on the bright red lever.

Shu Yang scratched his hair irritably. He didn't know what he was thinking. He was directing well at the teaching office on the opposite side, but he couldn't move his eyes when he saw Yin Guangming walking towards the other side from the corner of his eye. There was some energy in his heart He couldn't control his feet and walked over from the management.

"I...then what, I'm going to check the hygiene in the student dormitory." Shu Yang lied quickly.

"It was detected that the target's heartbeat is abnormal." 0911 skillfully manipulated the keyboard, and clearly reported the data on it to Shang Chen.

Shang Chen looked at Shu Yang, whose eyes were shifting, and the favorability of his head that rose and fell, licked his lips and said, "Oh, well, you go." Then he moved aside.

Originally, the road they were on was a narrow path with a wide green lawn beside it, surrounded by a small white fence. Shang Chen didn't pay attention when he looked to the side, and almost fell to the side when his center of gravity was unstable.

"Hey!" Shu Yang grabbed his arm quickly with his eyes and hands, and wrapped his other hand around his shoulder. He leaned forward due to inertia, and quickly shortened the distance between the two of them.

The radiant morning light shone on Shang Chen's face, and the tiny hairs on his fair skin were dyed golden, and his eyes were stained with water due to a little panic, and became a little hazy.

Shu Yang's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his heart started beating wildly for some unknown reason. He avoided the crossed eyes of the two people, let go of his hand quickly, dodged his eyes, and began to pat the non-existent dust on his arms indiscriminately.

"You react quite quickly." 0911 finished reading the "beauty card" manual, took a breath and said, "The other party's favorability has increased by two points."

Shang Chen lowered his head and showed a sly smile for a moment, "That's right, props must be used well, right?"

Shu Yang coughed dryly on the spot for a long time, and finally he was willing to look directly into the other person's eyes again. He tilted his head slightly, cleverly avoiding the angle where others could see his blushing, "I'll wait for you at the school gate later, please I drink milk tea."

Shang Chen's eyes widened slightly, Shu Yang stared back and said, "Why? I've tutored you for so many days during the winter vacation, why don't you thank me?"

"Let's go, remember to be at the east gate." Shu Yang turned around a little stiffly and walked back to the teaching office. Shang Chen pointed at his back and gave him the middle finger (good boys don't learn).

"I still have to thank him for his harassment for more than ten days, right?" Shang Chen picked up the book that had just dropped on the floor, and patted the dust on it, "Forget it, I'll treat it as a treat for you, Xiao Jiu. Milk tea is ready, what flavor do you like?"

Shu Yang quickly rubbed his face with his hands, ran to the nearest bathroom to wipe off some cold water, and then slowly returned to the place where he moved the books just now.

"Deputy class? What's the matter with you?" The study committee member, who was struggling with the numbers, looked up at him curiously, "Why is your mental state not so good?"

"No," Shu Yang showed a forced smile, bent down to take the materials in the hands of the school committee, and joined the counting team with his head buried.

Some scalding breath brushed against the tips of the ears, and when the study committee member turned his head away, half of his face blushed secretly.

He also saw a ghost, Shu Yang anxiously threw a stack of political books that had already been counted, and the books fell heavily on the kraft paper, stirring up dust all over the place. The students squatting beside him looked at him in surprise, He covered his nose and sneezed.

"Sorry, my hands are heavy," he apologized politely.

Ever since the kid said that to me at the party, I have been like a demon, and it seems that nothing is right during this time.

Phew... Shu Yang stroked his train of thought, and when he was about to calm down again, Yin Guangming's hazy eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. His small face was like a cotton candy, which made people couldn't help but get closer to take a bite.

Fuck, Shu Yang desperately suppressed the corners of his upturned mouth, that kid said he liked him before, who is he trying to catch with this indifferent attitude?He shook his hair, threw out all these messy thoughts, and focused all his energy on the matter in front of him.

At the east gate of the school, two security guards were chatting casually, Shang Chen was a little far away from them, and they seemed to be chatting about the wine brewed in their hometown.

"...I feel like smoking a little bit," Shang Chen complained, suppressing the inexplicable depression in his heart.

0911 was a little surprised, "Do you know how to smoke?"

Shang Chen came to his senses, nodded with a smile and said, "I used to smoke a little bit, but I didn't smoke often. I just smoked one when I was under a lot of pressure, and I didn't have a big addiction."

0911 nodded knowingly, "I'll help you go to the warehouse to look through, I should remember."

Shang Chen laughed, and said, "It's okay, I'm just... well, I'm a little annoyed." He put a book or two in his arms into the schoolbag on his shoulder, "Smoking at the school gate doesn't know what it's going to cause. Please come."

0911 paused while looking for items, he bowed his head and pondered for a while, and found that he had become a little abnormal recently. First, he showed his emotions and preferences over and over again, and then, like now, regardless of the task, he accommodated the mood of the host .

Maybe after completing this world, he needs to make some adjustments. He patted his head and sat down in front of the control panel again.

Shu Yang walked among the crowd, because his outstanding height allowed him to see one step ahead of others, he just turned his head slightly, and saw the squatting thin figure at the foot of the east gate flower bed.

Almost at the same time, most of the annoyance accumulated when moving books before dissipated, and he squeezed out of the crowd sideways, like a nimble fish.

Shang Chen shrunk his body into a small ball, and stretched out his thin fingers to touch the bright short camellias blooming in the flowerbed. The fresh dew slid over the delicate water-pink petals, making people feel refreshed physically and mentally.

"Yin Guangming!" It was a familiar voice, and Shang Chen actually heard a little bit of joy in the impatient tone.

He half bent over, supported his knees with his hands, and maintained this posture stiffly for a while.

Shu Yang threw his schoolbag onto his shoulders, and when he pushed his bicycle over, he was still squatting like this.

"What's wrong? Are you squatting stupidly?" Shu Yang frowned and said angrily, but he still parked the car beside him and came over to pull his arm.

Shang Chen barely stood up with his strength, looked up and smiled, "No, my legs are a little numb after squatting for a long time."

Shu Yang didn't say anything, just supported him and stood there for a while.

There were people coming and going at the gate of the school, and vehicles were constantly flowing. The two of them stood there without speaking, motionless, as if they were isolating the outside world, covering the place with a glass cover.

Shu Yang didn't know how he got this feeling of peace of mind, it was as if a warm towel was applied to his chest, and all the little awkwardness in his heart was slowly ironed out.

It took Shang Chen a long time to shake his legs and jump on the spot a few times.The school uniform pocket was very wide, and the sound of keys colliding with each other sounded from inside, very crisp.

Shu Yang let go of the hand that was supporting him, walked to the place where the bicycle was parked and pushed the bicycle over. He raised his chin towards Shangchen, signaling him to get on the bicycle.

"Are you driving me?" Shang Chen raised his eyebrows. As far as he knew, the back seat of this bicycle was one that Shu Yang's girlfriend had never sat on before.

"Hurry up, or you'll come here by yourself later." Shu Yang slid his feet forward impatiently, and the bicycle moved forward for a short distance under the influence of inertia.

"Wait, here we come." Not sitting for nothing, Shang Chen pouted, turned his schoolbag into his arms, and slammed it heavily on the back seat of Shu Yang's bicycle, "Let's go, I'm very heavy .”

Shu Yang smiled softly, kicked forward with one foot, and began to ride steadily.

Passing through all kinds of crowds and traffic, Shu Yang drove silently on the road. Because of the winter, all the leaves of the magnolia trees on both sides of the road fell off, and fell onto the steps on both sides of the sidewalk, paving a thick layer.

Shang Chen squinted his eyes in boredom and looked up, and found that every branch was covered with dense green sprouts, which made people feel joyful.

"Spring is coming again..." Shang Chen muttered in a low voice, but Shu Yang still heard him.

"Well, it will get better in a week or two." Because the road ahead is uphill, he has to arch his back to pedal the bicycle, looking very strenuous, "in the future...you can go and play basketball. "

In a simple sentence, he spoke out of breath, Shang Chen half-closed his eyes and looked up at him from below, and saw the boy's curved back, much like a bow stretched tightly.

His hair fluttered with the wind, showing a very soft look in the icy air.Shang Chen stretched out a hand in mid-air, and copied it on top of Shu Yang's head, as if stroking his hair.

I remember that someone was driving me home on a bicycle like this before. Shang Chen slowly put down his hands, feeling intense pain in his heart. It was also a very cold winter, it seemed that it had snowed, and the air was very humid. Inhalation into the lungs is like a needle prick...

Shang Chen hugged the schoolbag in his arms again in a low mood. At that time, at least his heart was still warm, he thought.

With a not-so-sharp braking sound, Shu Yang parked the car in front of a milk tea shop with retro decoration, "Here we are, come down."

Shang Chen obediently got out of the car, weighed the cash on his body, looked at Shu Yang warily and said, "It's agreed, if it's expensive, I can't afford it, and I'll put you here to wash the dishes when the time comes. I'll go back and get the money."

Shu Yang locked the car, glanced at Shang Chen contemptuously, and walked into the shop on his own, "You are here to wash the dishes if you want to arrive."

Shang Chen rolled his eyes at him. Shu Yang's personality is really difficult to describe. When he was unfamiliar, he pretended to be more polite than anyone else. Once he had any communication with him or conflicts of interests, this person would immediately give him advice. You can change your appearance faster than Sichuan opera.

Somewhat reluctantly, he walked into the store, and found the boy bent down talking and laughing with the store manager around the bar. Shang Chen put his schoolbag back on his back, kicked him and said, "Where do you sit?"

Shu Yang clicked his tongue, and casually pointed to a place by the window. Shang Chen walked over to put down his schoolbag, and glanced at the female shopkeeper in front of the cashier from the corner of his eye.

As a result, the face became more and more familiar, until Shu Yang walked over from the front of the bar with two milkshakes, Fashion Chen realized that the owner seemed to be Shu Yang's aunt who sold flowers at the New Year's Market during the Chinese New Year.

"Hey, your aunt?" Shang Chen raised his chin in that direction.

"Well," Shu Yang's fingers tapped rhythmically on the original wood-grained tabletop, and it sounded pretty good to the jazz music played in the shop.

It’s been a long time since Shang Chen has drunk this kind of thing that only high school students love so much. He put the straw in the quilt and stirred it, and poked down the thick and sweet cream on top, mixed it with the drink with a strong milk flavor Inhale them together into your mouth.

Banana-flavored, Shang Chen licked his lips, and added some very fragrant dried fruit to the milkshake, which was unexpectedly delicious.

His head was nodding gently, the soothing music mixed with the occasional milk fragrance, making people feel a little more at ease.

At the end of the song, the style of the song changed suddenly, the rhythm of the drums became more obvious, and the percussion and chords made people's eyes shine.

Shu Yang showed a naughty smile that didn't match his temperament, took a sip of the milkshake, stood up abruptly, walked to the corner of the store, and gently picked up two hands from the stool next to him. stick.

Shang Chen put down the cup, followed him to the front, and found that it was a small stage with a drum set on it, an electric guitar next to it, and the microphone stand in the middle seemed to have been useless for a long time, so he frowned.

Shu Yang sat in front of the drum kit and smiled at him.

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