After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

The class bell rang, this class is Chinese class.The Chinese teacher is their head teacher, a short, middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance.He usually speaks rigidly, and his Mandarin is not very standard. He likes to stare at people with his eyes outstretched, but when he talks about Dream of the Red Chamber, his eyes often shine, and he has his own way of giving lectures.

I have finished all the contents of the textbook and have entered the review stage. This class is dedicated to writing.

The head teacher forcefully explained on the desk the structure of the composition boards that are most likely to get high scores in the college entrance examination, but Lu Rong didn't pay attention to the lecture at all, staring at a certain empty spot on the blackboard, lost in thought.

He was still calling the system in his mind, but no matter how much he shouted, the system didn't respond at all, as if it never existed at all.

You should make a noise at least so that I can tell you that you are still alive.

Lu Rong took a deep breath, decided to call out one last time, and focused all his attention on his head: "System, if you don't fucking come out, I will break the can."

As usual, there was no sound.

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly thought of a rhythmless whizzing sound in his head, like the noise of a radio station with no signal. This noise lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared, and then a childish voice sounded: "Dad, don't Called, the system told me to tell you that it was blocked."

Lu Rong froze suddenly, and asked in surprise, "Stupid?"

"Father, remember not to collapse the character." Benben said this sentence in an irrelevant answer, and disappeared.

Knowing that Benben couldn't appear for too long, Lu Rong forced himself to calm down from the excitement, took a few deep breaths, frowned and thought about the meaning of Benben's words, how could the system be blocked by someone?Is it because of this that the plot line of this world began to collapse?What does it mean to be stupid to explain that you can't collapse your character?What would happen if it collapsed?Lu Rong had a lot of questions in his mind, but he could only bury them deeply.

To be on the safe side, no matter how the plot develops, Lu Rong decided to continue to follow the character design.Although the system didn't respond, when he was faced with a crash, there would still be a red flashing light in his head to remind him.

While in a daze, someone stabbed her arm.

Lu Rong turned his head to look at Zhao Li at the same table, and asked him what he was doing with his eyes.

Zhao Li pretended to be staring at the blackboard, handed a small note to Lu Rong with ease, and gave him a wink to signal him to read the note.

Lu Rong opened the note, only to see a line of crooked words written on it - did Feng Xinglang's mind get trapped by the door? How could he accept your love letter?I don't even think about it now.

After reading the note, Lu Rong stared at Feng Xinglang's back 'obsessively', showing an excited look, flipped the note to the back and wrote: "Don't be jealous of me, he must like it too I will accept my love letter. Stop arguing, I have to start studying hard, and for him, I must be admitted to university. "

Zhao Li bumped Lu Rong with his knee in dissatisfaction, and snorted disdainfully.

Lu Rong ignored him, opened the textbook rare, and began to review it earnestly.

Of course, this is only superficial seriousness, and my mind has already gone elsewhere.

When the get out of class bell rang, the Chinese teacher habitually procrastinated for 3 minutes before walking out of the classroom with a book in hand.

Feng Xinglang stood up from his seat, went straight to the head teacher's office, and tapped twice on the half-open door, "Teacher, I want to find you."

"Come in." A moment later, the head teacher found out that it was Feng Xinglang, and said with a smile, "What can Xinglang want from me?"

Feng Xinglang: "Teacher, I want to apply for another seat."

"The seats are all based on grades, and your seat is the best in the class," the head teacher thought for a while and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to change seats? Is it because you can't see the blackboard clearly when you're sitting in the middle?"

"No." Feng Xinglang shook his head, "I want to change places with Zhao Li."

"Isn't Zhao Li sitting in the bottom row?" The homeroom teacher frowned, "The people in the back row don't study, why would you want to change seats with Zhao Li?"

Feng Xinglang: "It's not that the students in the back row don't want to study, it's just that they don't understand, so they give up on themselves and quit. I want to sit in the back and give it a try. Even if I can't bring their grades up, at least I can supervise them. Avoid desertion as much as possible.”

The head teacher smiled and said: "It's rare that you have this kind of heart. The college entrance examination is still more than two months away. If those people really want to study, they will not play until now. Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. You still sit on your own." Prepare for the exam with peace of mind, our school has not had a champion for three years, and my teachers and I place our hopes on you."

Feng Xinglang said resolutely: "I promise the teacher that I will not let the students in the back row affect my study. If the teacher is not at ease, he can try to sit for a week first. If my grades are affected after a week I am willing to call back anytime.”

The class teacher thought for a while and said: "Since you have come to me, you must have thought it over carefully, well, just a week, if I find that your grades have fallen back, I will immediately transfer you back to your original position. "

Feng Xinglang nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."

The moment he turned around and left the office, a smile that was completely different from the original temperament flashed across Feng Xinglang's eyes, he quickly restrained himself, returned to the classroom without squinting, and walked straight towards Zhao Li, his face full of indifference : "The head teacher called you."

Zhao Gou was stunned for a moment, and said falteringly, "The head teacher called, called me?"

Feng Xinglang: "He's waiting for you in the office."

Lu Rong glanced at Zhao Li, who was so nervous that he was sweating profusely, then looked up at Feng Xinglang, and said silently three times that he couldn't collapse his character, with a rippling smile on his lips, "Xiao Langlang, have you come to see me?"

Feng Xinglang stared closely at Lu Rong, there seemed to be something flowing in his eyes, but he returned to normal in an instant, "I'll go and pack my things first."

Lu Rong asked, "Pack what?"

Feng Xinglang said: "I will exchange seats with Zhao Li."

Zhao Li is my deskmate, if I understand correctly, Feng Xinglang will sit in Zhao Li's place and be my deskmate?

Feng Xinglang ignored Lu Rong who was in a daze, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up, turned around and returned to his front row seat, and packed his textbooks without saying a word.

Five minutes later, Zhao Li came home from the head teacher's office, pulled Lu Rong's arm with a pale face, and screamed like a ghost: "Ah, I don't want to change my seat! Is the little Donggua sick? Tell me to change places with Feng Xinglang? Lu Rong, what do you think I should do? I don't want to be at the same table with a nerd with good grades!"

Lu Rong pulled out his arm, smiled enthusiastically, and took the initiative to help him pack his textbooks, "It's so cool! I never thought that I could be at the same table with Feng Xinglang. I really dare not even dream about it. Hahaha Zhao Li, just help me." Do me a favor, sit down quickly."

Zhao Li scolded: "I'll go, why are you so serious about sex and less about friends?!"

Lu Rong stood up from his seat, and said with a smile, "Come on, for the sake of us being at the same table, I'll help you carry the books over."

Picking up Zhao Li's book and putting it on Feng Xinglang's seat, Lu Rong showed Feng Xinglang an exaggerated smile, sniffed heavily, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "You like the smell of lemon, I can smell it."

Feng Xinglang shook his head: "No, that's just the smell my mother likes, I don't like it."

Lu Rong tried to show interest: "Then what flavor do you like?"

Feng Xinglang raised his head and stared at Lu Rong, without answering, he just smiled meaningfully, stood up holding his textbook, walked to Zhao Li's seat and sat down.

Lu Rong followed behind, sitting at the same table with him.

In this class, Lu Rong finished his unintentional study, and stared at Feng Xinglang with a smirk on his chin.

Feng Xinglang only moved his eyelids, but he didn't say anything, acquiescing to his actions.Twenty or ten minutes later, Lu Rong still kept his posture and stared at his new tablemate intently, as if he would never get bored no matter how he looked at it.

Feng Xinglang reached out and tapped Lu Rong's overturned textbook, "Don't look at me, read the book."

Lu Rong said with a 'stupid' face: "You are prettier than books."

Feng Xinglang put his book in front of Lu Rong, and replaced his book, "I've memorized all the key points of this class, you should take a good look."

Lu Rong pretended to be obedient and lowered his head to read the book, and from time to time peeked at Feng Xinglang from the corner of his eye, sighing inwardly, from what he observed, the plot of this world had been running wildly in the opposite direction.

A class is 45 minutes, but it is not boring to break your fingers and wait for the get out of class to end, it usually makes people feel that the time is fast.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, Lu Rong jumped up from his chair, grabbed Feng Xinglang's arm and said, "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand to cover Lu Rong's hand, squeezed it lightly, then let it go quickly, and walked to the front first: "Okay."

Lu Rong seemed to be burned by the temperature of his palm, stood up with a blushing face, and realized that he had gone far away, then seemed excited to catch up with Feng Xinglang who was a few meters ahead, putting his hand on his shoulder.

The cafeteria has already lined up several queues that are not too long or too short. The two each eat a student meal and sit down in the corner, enjoying this simple and beautiful lunch time.

Feng Xinglang didn't eat a bite, picked up all the shallots from the dish with his chopsticks, moved this dish to Lu Rong, took the portion he had eaten, and continued to eat without changing his expression.

Lu Rong: "..."

Staring at the finely chopped chives on the table, Lu Rong was stunned. If he remembered correctly, he in this world is not picky at all, and has always eaten shallots. The only one who really doesn't eat shallots is Lu Rong, who has given birth. And Lu Rong, who worked as a model.

Why did he maintain the habit of the previous two worlds, helping himself pick out the chives in the meal?

Could it be that Feng Xinglang also came from time travel, and has memories of those worlds just like himself?

Startled by this idea, Lu Rong chewed two mouthfuls of rice, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly put down his chopsticks, a bold idea popped up in his mind, and he decided to take a risk and try it out.

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