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

Lu Rong made up his mind to test Feng Xinglang, organized the words in his mind, and said to Feng Xinglang who was buried in his food, "Why did you pick out the onions, I actually eat onions in this world."

Feng Xinglang's eyelids moved, and he nodded casually: "Okay, I see."

Lu Rong stared at him intently, hoping to find some clues from his expression, but he didn't see the slightest problem, his brows tightened unconsciously, and immediately decided to try again.

At this moment, the red warning light in his mind flickered sharply, apparently reminding Lu Rong that he was facing the risk of collapse and asked him to be cautious in his words and deeds.

There was a flash of pain in his head, Lu Rong stretched out his hand and pressed his temple, hesitating in his heart.When he was doing missions in the first world, the system also warned him not to collapse the human design, but he actually collapsed twice. Now that he is in the third world, there should be one or two chances to collapse the human design. ?

Thinking of this, Lu Rong took a deep breath, let the warning light in his mind flash more and more urgently, raised his head to stare at Feng Xinglang, showed a sunny smile, opened his mouth seemingly inadvertently, and blinked: "I I had a dream yesterday, guess what I dreamed about?"

Feng Xinglang's hand holding the chopsticks paused insignificantly, and immediately returned to normal. While eating slowly, he said indifferently: "A sweet dream or a nightmare?"

"It's not a dream, nor a nightmare," Lu Rong answered vaguely, biting a chopstick.

"Then don't worry about it," Feng Xinglang glanced at Lu Rong's half-eaten food, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and eat."

"No, I'll be itchy if I don't say it," Lu Rong tried his best to make his speech characteristics fit the Langshou character set in Slag Gongjian Shouwen, staring at Feng Xinglang eagerly, and beaming happily Go on, "Xiao Langlang, the dream I had last night was really weird. I dreamed that I turned into an intersex person who blushed at every turn. Hahahaha, how could I blush? At last The funny thing is that I am pregnant with your child, that child seems to be called Benben! Oh, and also, after the first dream, I had a second dream, and the second dream was even more outrageous , I seem to be a model, and when I drink, the thing under it will become hard, and I heard you call me impotent with desire and dissatisfaction! Do you think it's funny or not?"

Feng Xinglang put his hands into the pockets of his school uniform, and silently wiped off the hot sweat that overflowed from his palms at some point, a flash of urgency flashed in his eyes, and it quickly became normal again, "Have you finished eating?"

Damn, I worked so hard to make up so many words to test you, why don't you bother to say a word?

Lu Rong was very upset, unwilling to see his efforts go to waste, and turned the topic back with a smile: "You haven't commented on my dream yet!"

"Dreams are all absurd, don't think so much," Feng Xinglang said casually, stood up first, obviously resisting to continue discussing the content of the dream, looked at his watch and said, "I'm still 10 minutes late, I'll be back first classroom."

Staring at his back as he left without hesitation, Lu Rong sighed in disappointment. Judging from his reaction, there was no evidence at all to prove his guess.

Lu Rong followed him back to the classroom, dazed in a daze.

If I knew the result was like this, it would be better not to ask him, and save myself from taking the risk of collapse.

Lu Rong was very annoyed, he was not in the mood to attend lectures all afternoon, and every time he forced himself to concentrate on listening to the lectures, he didn't know where his mind wandered after a while.Thinking that his character design is a scumbag, no matter how much he learns, he will not get any better, so he just deserted with peace of mind.

Feng Xinglang touched the back of Lu Rong's hand with a pen in his hand, and said with his lips: "Listen to the class."

Lu Rong recovered from his daze, stretched out his hand to grab the tip of Feng Xinglang's pen, and replied with a bitter face, "I don't understand."

Feng Xinglang frowned, and after a while, he took out a blank piece of paper and wrote, "Give me your wrong book."

Lu Rong showed a troubled expression: "Don't you?"

Feng Xinglang stared at Lu Rong with a serious face, without any room for discussion.

Lu Rong sighed helplessly, pretended to lower his head and flipped through his schoolbag. After flipping through for a while, he spread his hands and shook his head with a sneer: "I left the wrong book at home and forgot to take it."

Knowing that he was lying, Feng Xinglang's eyes became even sharper, and he reached for his schoolbag without saying a word, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, if you don't take it yourself, I can help you.

Lu Rong was finally defeated. With a mutter in his mouth, he slowly took out a crumpled blue notebook from his schoolbag and handed it to Feng Xinglang. The scrawled handwriting read: "You promise me first that no matter what you see, you will never be angry with me."

Feng Xinglang nodded without thinking: "I promise."

Only then did Lu Rong laugh, and poured out the two photos that were sandwiched in the wrong notebook, showing fear and anticipation, and stuffed the notebook into Feng Xinglang's hands.

The error book is very thick, about half of the pages of the textbook, only the first page contains three math problems, and only the questions have no answers, and there is no step-by-step analysis. The rest of the paper is not blank, but scribbled. Full, the front and back sides of all the pages are painted with the same boy, the boy in the painting is standing or sitting, or squatting or lying down, sometimes dressed normally, sometimes not naked, with different expressions, but they are all vividly drawn.

The person in the painting was obviously none other than Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang turned back page by page, with his head slightly lowered, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, until he turned to the last page, staring at it for a long time, his eyes stayed on the screen for an unusually long time, and then slowly closed his eyes A blue book.

Among the nearly [-] sketches of figures, the finale on the last page is the most unusual—the two people in the painting are both naked and hugging each other, one of them is on the top and the other is on the bottom. The figure on the top is very detailed, The one below is just a few strokes, but the place where the two blend together is unexpectedly emphasized.

This is a erotic picture, and the characters drawn in the picture are self-evident. One of the men with three-dimensional facial features and a stern face is Feng Xinglang, and the other delicate-looking man with his slightly open mouth refers to himself.

Lu Rong stretched out his hand to take back the blue book, turned to the last page familiarly, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and wrote with a pen: "How is my drawing?"

Feng Xinglang: "Not bad."

Lu Rong: "What about the last painting?"

Feng Xinglang: "The best."

Lu Rong smiled until his eyes narrowed, as if there were crystals flowing in his eyes, "Heroes see the same thing."

Feng Xinglang remained silent for a while, then handed his wrong notebook to Lu Rong, and wrote with a pen: "You take my notebook home tonight, spend time understanding the first type of question, I will check it tomorrow. "

Lu Rong showed a tearless expression: "Can I refuse?"

"No." Feng Xinglang glanced at the two photos on Lu Rong's desk, knowing that he had dug them out from the wrong notebook just now, picked them up and had a look, one was a photo of himself playing ball, the other was It was a bust of a woman.

Feng Xinglang put down his photo, and took a close look at the photo of a half-length woman. His expressionless face suddenly became ugly for some reason, and his fingers holding the photo were already pale.

Lu Rong didn't seem to notice anything, and said with a smile, "It's my mother, isn't she beautiful?"

Feng Xinglang didn't make a sound, and returned the photo to Lu Rong after a while, "Aren't you inviting me to your house?"

Are we going to start the original plot?

In the original plot, with the appearance of Lu's mother's photo, Feng Xinglang recognized that Lu's mother was the mistress who destroyed his family and the culprit who caused his mother's mental illness, so he offered to go to Lu Rong's house to play, in order to reconfirm Lu Rong's Is Rong's mother really his mother's enemy?

Lu Rong carefully observed Feng Xinglang from the corner of his eye, but smiled happily: "You want to go to my house to play, okay, you can come anytime."

Feng Xinglang: "I'll come tonight after I finish my homework."

Lu Rong suggested: "Why don't you go to my house and do your homework."

Feng Xinglang shook his head: "No, I have to go home and get something."

Lu Rong shrugged, "That's up to you."

After school, Lu Rong rode his bicycle home.

His home is not far from the school, and it only takes about 15 minutes to ride a bicycle.

Lu Rong lived on the third floor. When I went back, Lu’s mother was not at home. There were two buckets of instant noodles on the table, and a post-it note on the bottom, which read: “I’m going out, come back later, if you don’t want to cook Just eat instant noodles."

Needless to say, Mama Lu must have come out to play mahjong.

Lu Rong twisted the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can, turned around and glanced at the instant noodles on the table, touched his hungry belly, and soaked two packs of instant noodles at once.

After finishing dinner, Lu Rong went into the study with his schoolbag, and flipped through the error analysis book that Feng Xinglang lent him. In fact, he had learned all these knowledge points in the real world. If he really takes the college entrance examination again, he only needs to He is willing, but in fact, he will not do too badly in the exam.But the plot told him by the system was that Lu Rong hadn't been admitted to university, so he didn't dare to act recklessly. If changing the plot would cause unpredictable consequences, the gain would outweigh the loss.

Lu Rong glanced at the neat and clear wrong question book, flipped through it a few times, felt sleepy, yawned and threw it away, ready to take a nap on the table.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang.

The person at the door must not be Mama Lu. If it was her, her voice would be heard from far away.

Guessing that it was Feng Xinglang, Lu Rong quickly wiped off the saliva that accidentally dripped on the table, put on a refreshed look, ran over to open the door, and happily pulled Feng Xinglang in.

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