Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

The lingering sound was still roaring in his mind, and the head of the drum set trembled slightly. Shu Yang raised his head from a pile of equipment and glanced at Shang Chen.

There are not many people in the milk tea shop at this time, and the two or three chatterers all focused their eyes on the corner, this side of the stage.

Just now Shu Yang was really handsome, Shang Chen slightly pursed his lips.

The smooth arm lines, the strength of every hit on the drum is heart-pounding, the body swaying slightly with the music and the shining eyes, all of which make this handsome boy the focus of everyone's eyes.

"That's right," Shang Chen nodded, avoiding Shu Yang's fiery gaze, walked onto the stage from the other side, and picked up the guitar that was placed beside him.

"Will you?" Shu Yang raised one eyebrow, watching with interest that Shang Chen picked up the guitar with one hand, sat on the high stool in the middle, and adjusted his sitting posture.

"I think of a song," Shang Chen whispered to 0911 when he saw Shu Yang's performance, "I'll play it for you later."

0911 paused, nodded and said, "OK."

Very brisk melody, combined with crisp strumming movements, Shang Chen's focused eyebrows and eyes are very attractive when he lowers his head. He tapped the beat with his feet. music.

In the entire empty space, it seems that only the sound of the guitar in Shang Chen's hand can be heard, and the obviously accelerated breathing that only Shu Yang can feel.

This melody is like rolling in the green haystack in spring, and the chubby rabbit next to you stares at you with round eyes. When you smile slightly, the wind blows the broken hair on your forehead, bringing A moist and fragrant earthy smell.

The song was very short, but it only lasted 2 minutes, but Shu Yang was stunned by the side for a long time.He stood up blankly, touched the back of his neck, and walked up to Shang Chen, as if he wanted to say something.

"?" Shang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his head to look at the young man in front of him.

Under the warm yellow light in the store, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of wet mist, and Shu Yang choked for no reason.

"...Then what," he stomped his feet a little irritably, avoided Shang Chen's questioning gaze, bit his lips and said, "It's very nice."

0911 couldn't help frowning as he saw the favorability slowly rising like water waves.

tsk...

This was obviously played for me, why are you so moved.

"Wait a minute," when Shang Chen was about to put down the guitar and get up, Shu Yang grabbed his arm, leaned over and extended his hand to him.

Shu Yang's fingers felt a little cold, and when they first touched the skin, Shang Chen's small area trembled a little.

"Don't move." Shu Yang watched him seriously, and gently wiped off the small puddle of cream on the corner of Shang Chen's mouth with his fingertips, "This is stained."

Shang Chen subconsciously lowered his head and wiped it with his hands again, then raised his head and smiled at Shu Yang, "Thank you."

"Uh, um." Shu Yang secretly put his hands behind his back, watching Shang Chen put the guitar back to its original position.

It feels slightly sticky where your fingers have touched the cream.

Shu Yang wiped away the small creamy stain with his thumb, and the tactile sensation on his index finger was constantly enlarged, and the sticky backside still had the delicate feeling when rubbing against the boy's skin.

This subtle physical memory slowly dyed the tips of Shu Yang's ears red.

It's really a bit... After Shu Yang sent the boy home, he rubbed his face vigorously and sighed.

The surging emotions blocked his chest for a moment, and his head became a little confused for a while. He smiled at himself, turned his bicycle around, and slowly drove back to the alley home.

Everything after school started was both familiar and strange, and Shang Chen was a little sleepy when he sat in Yin Guangming's seat.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands, then held the book to block a big yawn.

"Are you sleepy?" 0911 dug out a bottle of Fengyoujing from the warehouse, planning to exchange it for Shang Chen later.

Shang Chen touched his nose with his hand, and blinked his eyes to show that he could still hold on, "No, I'm a normal spring sleepy, besides, why do I have to be so energetic in class? It doesn't matter if you listen or not."

0911 silently put the essential oil back into the warehouse, coughed twice and said, "I didn't see you sleepy during the last music class..."

Shang Chen yawned again, tears were squeezed out, he waved his hand, probably because he didn't hear what 0911 was saying.

"Let me squint for a while, Xiaojiu, please help me watch Mr. Wang." Mr. Wang is the head teacher of their class, who teaches geography. It feels like the first quarter of the afternoon.

Shang Chen slowly got down on his stomach by taking advantage of the high pile of books. The table was a bit cold, so he put his palms on it.

"Don't catch a cold," 0911 adjusted the temperature around him out of conscience, making Shang Chen close his eyes comfortably.

Mr. Wang's lecture voice is very angry, as annoying as flies.

Listening to the voice, Shang Chen gradually entered a half-dream and half-awake state. Because his ears were pressed against the table, the surrounding noises were amplified infinitely.

Like an old radio, all the messy sounds were poured into the ears, Shang Chen clicked his tongue irritably.

Suddenly, there was a voice in the chaotic noise that attracted him. The voice was small, but it carried an unparalleled attraction.Thin, soft, like a stream of spring water, it dilutes the mist and flows into Shang Chen's chaotic mind.

He opened his sleepy eyes.

she is singingShang Chen looked back at Zhu Mei who was drawing on the draft paper with her head down. Her lips were moving and she couldn't see her expression, but she could hear her happy mood from her singing.

Shang Chen identified it carefully, and it was the song the teacher taught in the last music class.

The original song was sad and lonely, but this little girl sang it full of hope.

Shang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Do you like to sing?" Shang Chen turned around and asked this sentence just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class. During the few seconds when the whole class said goodbye to the teacher, Zhu Mei was frozen in front of the desk. .

"Let me tell you, little girl, you sang very well just now." Shang Chen smiled slightly, and Zhu Mei pinched the tip of the pencil cautiously, as if she didn't want to talk.

Shang Chen sat upside down, put his arms on the back of the chair, tilted his head and continued, "I heard you sing in geography class. It's the song taught by the music teacher today, right?"

Zhu Mei's face was visibly red with the naked eye, she glanced at Shang Chen in a panic and quickly lowered her head, so that her face could hardly be seen, only the dirty pink bow on top of her head could be seen.

"Xiao Jiu, I seem to have found a way to complete the side mission." Shang Chen's lips curled up almost invisible.

He remembered that Shu Yang had invited him to participate in the school music festival, but he was hesitant because he didn't really want to show his face. Now that he thinks about it, this is really a good opportunity.

Shang Chen ignored Zhu Mei who had been avoiding like an ostrich. He pointed at her desktop and said softly, "Can I invite you to participate in this school music festival?"

"This... This is absolutely not possible!" Shu Yang, who was smiling happily because Shang Chen promised him to participate a second ago, suddenly collapsed, "How can you... let her participate?"

His tone was not tactful at all, Shu Yang was simply rejecting Zhu Mei in a fair manner, he frowned, and looked at Zhu Mei with that kind of dirty eyes, "What can she do? I asked you to participate, Xiao Yin, and didn't say to buy it." One for one."

The words were quite harsh, Zhu Meimei's courage, which was not easy to be persuaded by Shang Chen, was worthless in front of his cousin.

Like a balloon that was punctured by a needle, even the process of leaking air was omitted, and the fragmented self-esteem was directly blown up.

"I...I'd better go, me," Zhu Mei blushed as if she was about to bleed, her hand holding the corner of her clothes became tighter, and her head lowered lower and lower.

"Don't go," Shang Chen frowned and glanced at Shu Yang. He took Zhu Mei's arm and took her to sit by the window in the music classroom. "Don't be afraid, I'll tell you." He patted Zhu Mei's shoulder reassuringly, and then walked back to Shu Yang.

Shu Yang's face was a little angry, he leaned sideways beside the piano, crossed his legs back and forth, looking defensive, "What do you want?"

Shang Chen glanced at his rapidly dropping favorability value out of the corner of his eye, took a deep breath and said, "I know she is your cousin."

Shu Yang's expression was as if he had eaten a fly. He looked at Zhu Mei over there in disbelief, and then looked away and growled, "Did she tell you?"

"No, she didn't say anything." Shang Chen looked at Shu Yang calmly, "How I found out is my business, but why did you treat her like this?"

Shu Yang pushed his cheeks with the tip of his tongue. He tried hard to suppress his anger, trying to maintain his image in the presence of other classmates, "How did I treat her? What did I do to her?"

Shang Chen frowned, and he said seriously: "Last week, shortly before the start of school, she was blocked in the bathroom and poured a bucket of cold water. Did you see it? How many cards did she find in the drawer last semester?" Disgusting note, didn't you see that you were being bullied openly and secretly?"

"Red ink was poured on the chair, and you still didn't see her wearing such dirty pants when she came home," Shang Chen gritted his teeth and said each word, the masseter muscles on his face twitched obviously, "The school sent Every time the milk biscuits are not for her, but who is responsible for this thing? You still choose not to see it!"

When it came to the end, Shang Chen's whole body was trembling uncontrollably, he could only do so much for Zhu Mei, but how difficult it would be to change what everyone agreed to.

He could only pass a pack of tissues to Zhu Mei when she was wearing wet clothes, and when he found those abuse notes, he quietly put them away and threw them away, and felt sad beside Zhu Mei who still chose to remain silent despite not being treated fairly.

But the person in front of him is clearly capable of stopping him, but he still chooses to be silent or even indulgent. Shang Chen took a deep breath, pointed at Shu Yang with red eyes, and said, "I am not the savior, but you, all of you They are all bystanders and perpetrators."

"Why did she become like this, can you give me an explanation? Can you tell me how you treated her?" Shang Chen tremblingly said the last sentence, his whole body seemed to be discouraged, he His shoulders slumped, and he looked decadently at the black and white piano keys in front of him.

If everything in the world was like this black and white, wouldn't it be so painful for me at the time?

Shang Chen's temple throbbed with pain, as if someone was gouging it out with a knife.He rubbed his forehead and raised his head to look at Shu Yang.

Shu Yang was obviously taken aback by him, but after reacting, he slowly clenched his fists, "I'm not wrong," Shu Yang said the most hurtful words in a cold tone, "It's obvious that she is like this Who is to blame? The whole class bullied her? I saw it, but so what?"

"There must always be someone at the bottom, someone must become a victim to maintain the so-called vanity," Shu Yang's gaze was cold, and his body leaning on the piano slowly straightened up. His height of 1.7 meters [-] has an absolute "A disgusting person like Zhu Mei doesn't even deserve my peripheral vision."

The sense of superiority he had developed since he was a child caused the young man in front of him to lose the most basic respect. He stepped the well-behaved Zhu Mei into the mud, stomped his feet hard, and then said "dirty" lightly.

Shang Chen pursed his lips, and he took back the feeling of sympathy just now, "Well, there are two choices."

He looked at Shu Yang coldly, and said indifferently, "First, let Zhu Mei participate in the school music festival, and second, let the whole school know that the person you say is disgusting and the person you look down on the most is actually your cousin who gets along day and night."

"I will do what I say." Shang Chen's tone was crisp and sharp, and he stared at Shu Yang's ugly face, extremely resolute.

Shu Yang tried his best to conceal this layer of kinship for the sake of his unexplainable sense of superiority. However, the more he cared about it, the more guilty he felt.

In his bones, he didn't want to be with people like Zhu Mei, but the reality made him have to face it.

The secret he had hidden for six years was suddenly brutally dug up and placed in front of him. Shu Yang felt as if something important had been taken away from him, and he was in a daze for a moment.

"Choose." Shang Chen didn't have any waves on his face. He lightly tapped the table with his fingers and made a "dong dong" sound, which sounded like some kind of countdown.

The red favorability on Shu Yang's head was rapidly disappearing, and Shang Chen didn't feel any distress at all. It wasn't because he was so determined to complete the side mission, but because he heard the voice of his desire to be redeemed deep in his heart.

Such a similar experience, such a similar mood, for a moment, Shang Chen returned to his original time in a trance.

If there was someone who was so determined to help me at that time, would things have been different?Shang Chen thought.

"I..." Shu Yang swallowed hard, raised his finger and put it down again, he lowered his shoulders as if venting his anger, "Let her participate..."

The author has something to say: today the stupid author's mother-in-law left...

The whole person was in a trance, and I couldn't tell whether it was because I was more afraid than sad or something else. This was the first time I faced death intuitively. When relatives were crying in the mourning hall, I didn't know what to say. The face is empty, and the soul seems to have drifted away.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I finished coding this chapter. I slowly recovered, and suddenly burst into tears. I couldn't stop crying when I remembered the many, many moments we spent together...

When I was sending the old man away, I saw peach blossoms on the side of the road, full of Kazuki, so spring has come... I hope she will be well in the sky, and there will be many good flowers.

I shouldn't have said this here, but please forgive me once, children, I... still want to say this.

I'm sorry... good night, cuties.