I am not pitiful [Quick Transmigration]

In the second week, when there was only one hour left before the school's National Day performance, Rong Zhen discovered that the props and costumes prepared for him by the group of performers were made of paper.

The literary and art committee member said: "We thought about it and thought that the clothes made of white paper are more like white sculptures. Anyway, clothes can be worn inside..."

Rong Zhen stood upright, and several classmates pasted a large piece of white paper on him.

The man with glasses at the back table who came to see the excitement couldn't help laughing, and asked the literary and art committee: "You don't want to paste Xie Zhen's head, do you?"

"How come?!" The other party smiled and put the mask cut out of paper on Rong Zhen's face, "We are prepared!"

It is better to say that it is a mask than cutting three holes in the paper, and everyone burst out laughing.

Rong Zhen stared at himself in the opposite mirror with his eyes through the hole in the paper, and asked, "My body is white, only my hair is black, isn't it more strange?"

"This... Don't worry about this, we have slightly adjusted it in the script. In the plot, the sculpture you play is actually a bald head, and our naughty heroine specially put on a wig for you! Look, it makes sense! You can still Let our protagonist's character design be fuller!"

"..."

"By the way, Xie Zhen, you can pose according to this sculpture photo!"

Rong Zhen glanced at the standard thumping posture of a fierce man, and then looked at the man with glasses who encouraged him to participate before, and the other party was holding back his laughter.

"..."

After waiting in the backstage of the auditorium for a long time, when there was only one program left, Rong Zhen felt his phone vibrate, and took out his phone to look at it.

He mentioned to Han Jing about participating in class performances, but he didn't mention that he could perform sculptures.

Han Jing should be watching the show from the seats in front of the auditorium.

Han Jing: Still in the background?

Rong Zhen replied: Well, we will be here soon... By the way, there are many teachers in the auditorium, please put your phone away!

Han Jing: Okay, listen to Brother Zhenzhen.

Rong Zhen: ...

The literary and art committee said nervously: "The next one is us!"

Rong Zhen also became nervous. In the real world, he had participated in performances such as school festivals, but most of them were signed up for solo programs such as playing the piano. When he was on stage, he basically concentrated on playing the piano. Not too much thought to pay attention to the audience.

This is the first time for Rong Zhen to participate in a group performance, although it is only a sculpture...

He turned off his mobile phone, listened to the words of the student host at the front desk, and walked forward with the people beside him.

The curtain at the front desk was closed, and the props were hastily put on by the students who came to help.

Rong Zhen stood at the place that the literary and art committee had told him in advance, making a "mighty" posture of pounding the ground...

The curtain opened slowly amidst the loud sound effects, Rong Zhen's eyes rolled back and forth to look down, looking for where Han Jing's class was...

The lights came on, and the auditorium below looked at the people on the stage, and was silent for three or four seconds. The moment they noticed Rong Zhen who was covered in white paper, they burst into laughter and yelled.

Rong Zhen is still looking for Han Jing below.

A teacher solemnly gestured downward, and the auditorium finally fell silent.

The heroine walked slowly towards Rong Zhen, and smiled at the other hero: "I stole my father's wig and gave it to the statue in the park, look, how fit it is, who asked him to force me to marry that wig?" Damn old man..."

The audience burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Soon, Rong Zhen found Han Jing on the left side of the third row.

There was no expression on Han Jing's face, and he was not as big as the others. He kept looking up at the stage, and his eyes were fixed on the weird and funny white paper statue the whole time.

Rong Zhen's eyes collided with him, and subconsciously glanced away, and after a while, he turned his eyes to look again, and his eyes collided again.

He found Han Jing in the dim light, and finally smiled.

Rong Zhen was stunned for a second, and then laughed too. No one could see his expression with a paper mask on his face.

The students on the stage performed earnestly and exaggeratedly, time passed little by little, and finally it was over, Rong Zhen stood in the center of the stage with them, bowed and left.

When walking backstage, the art committee member was so excited that he almost cried: "Our show is so successful, did you see that they laughed so happily..."

Rong Zhen: "..."

Backstage, the cultural and art committee took out a can full of bubble gum to share with everyone: "Everyone, it's really a success, let's blow some more bubbles to celebrate!"

Rong Zhen took one, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before getting the paper off his body, he chewed candy and turned on his phone, expecting to receive a message from Han Jing, but there was nothing.

Rong Zhen opened the chat box a little disappointed, and was about to type, when the surrounding suddenly fell silent.

Rong Zhen looked up and saw Han Jing walking in at a glance.

The art committee member whispered: "Does senior Han Jing also have a show? Why didn't I know..."

She had just finished speaking when the other party had already walked up to Rong Zhen in a few steps.

Han Jing didn't help him unload the paper, his eyes fluctuated, staring at the round black eyes in the hole in the paper, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your brother is really amazing."

Rong Zhen touched him with a white gloved hand.

Han Jing grabbed his hand and took him away.

At the door, Rong Zhen quickly turned around and waved to the bewildered crowd: "Then I'll go first."

The literary and art committee member nodded dully, then looked at the others, "Is Xie Zhen so familiar with Senior Han Jing?"

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and the man with glasses who came to help explained: "They are neighbors, and they often eat and play together..."

Only then did everyone show a clear expression.

The literature and art committee member is from the student union. She knew Zheng Yuncheng, who was also in the student union, and couldn't help gossiping: "I remember that senior Han Jing and senior Zheng Yuncheng are also neighbors, but he seems to have never been so warm to senior Zheng Yuncheng... I didn't expect to be with us Ban Xie really has such a good relationship..."

One person said: "Zheng Yuncheng is Xie Zhen's brother. The two brothers don't seem to have a good relationship and even fought. Didn't you read the post on the school forum a while ago?"

The man with glasses immediately came out to stop the conversation: "Anyway, Xie is really from our class, we should be the same to the outside world! He is so obedient and can bully others! It's not good to have a bad relationship with Zheng Yuncheng, stop talking about other people's private affairs..."

"All right……"

It's sunny and windy outside.

Rong Zhen followed Han Jing out of the backstage, still chewing bubble gum, no one was around, and most of the students and teachers were in the auditorium.

Rong Zhen stopped, Han Jing looked at him.

Rong Zhen raised his chin slightly, and suddenly blew a big bubble at him.

Even though his face was not exposed, bubbles were blown out of the paper hole in front of his mouth, weird and cute.

Han Jing stared at him, and at the moment when the bubble burst and stuck to the paper, he raised his hand to remove the paper from Rong Zhen's face.

The boy's eyelashes flickered, and there was still bubble gum in his mouth, because the mask was taken off too suddenly, and he stared blankly at him for a moment.

Han Jing held his breath, and stretched out his hand holding the white paper to his mouth: "Hey, spit it out."

Rong Zhen lowered his head slightly, and spit the bubble gum onto the white paper in Han Jing's hand. The other party threw the paper into a nearby trash can, and came over to hold his hand again.

Rong Zhen didn't know what to say, and muttered: "Don't watch the show? It's still a long time."

"The best one is over."

"...you're talking nonsense."

Han Jing looked sideways at the boy next to God, didn't say anything, and led him directly to the empty piano room.

When he got there, he didn't have any intention of playing the piano, it seemed that he was just looking for a space where he could stay with Rong Zhen.

He sat Rong Zhen on the desk in the back row of the classroom, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, tearing off the white paper bit by bit.

The white paper was pasted in one piece, and it was easy to tear it off in a few strokes, but Han Jing tore it very slowly.

Rong Zhen raised his hand to tear the other side, but just as he tore a hole, he was grabbed by a slender hand.

"I'll do it." The boy's voice was hoarse, and he continued to tear the paper seriously.

Rong Zhen had nothing to do, looked down at him, and inexplicably had the illusion of being undressed, and as soon as the thought came out, he thought more and more.Rong Zhen restrained his expression, not knowing that his face was actually a little red.

Han Jing looked up at him, the white paper was almost torn, he stuffed the big ball of paper into the trash can behind, turned around and came back, in vain he hugged the curly-haired boy sitting on the table shaking his legs slightly. rise.

Rong Zhen gasped in surprise, put his arms around Han Jing's neck and lowered his head.

With inexplicable enthusiasm in Han Jing's eyes, she suddenly kissed him forcefully.

Kiss from the chin to the corner of the mouth, from the corner of the mouth into the mouth.

They hugged and kissed like this in the piano room for almost 10 minutes. Rong Zhen ate the bubble gum given by the literary and art committee before, and his mouth and lips had a lingering sweet taste. Rong Zhen's nose fluttered, and he pulled at his ears again. The other party stared at him, and finally his strength became lighter. Pressing against his lips, his voice became deeper and deeper: "You will always like me like this, okay?"

Rong Zhen hummed, looked at the other party's dignified expression, said something he would always like, moved his body lightly, and asked, "Brother Han Jing, put me down."

After all, he is also a 17-year-old boy, so he will not be too light.

"I won't let you go." Han Jing raised his head and stared at the other party. After a while, he pressed the man against the wall in the corner, and pecked and kissed him lightly and shallowly. He said, buried his head into the other person's chest, and sniffed deeply: "Let me hold you for a while."

Before they came in, the curtains of the piano room were drawn and the door was locked. Rong Zhen was not afraid, hugged his neck tightly, rubbed his chin against his head, and lowered his head to kiss his ear.

Han Jing paused and tightened his grip.

……

After the National Day parade on campus, the National Day holiday began.

During the vacation, the drama program that Rong Zhen participated in was mentioned by many people in school forums and campus groups.

Stickers acting as statues and the statue’s wigs have become a joke for many people. Some people read the list of performances and found out that the actor of the statue is Zheng Yuncheng’s half-brother Rong Zhen who made a fuss about it on the forum some time ago. They gossiped fiercely for several days.

But after all, they are all students, and their interest in gossip about students from the same school is only temporary, and it fades away within a few days.

On this day, Chu Hanshi accidentally ran into Zheng Yuncheng in a bookstore.

After the two accidentally bumped into each other at the school gate, she would always run into this person by chance.

It is impossible not to have a good impression. Zheng Yuncheng has a good family background and outstanding looks. He is the object of many girls' crushes in school. Even his girlfriends always mention him in front of her with jealousy.

After Zheng Yuncheng saw her, he immediately came over to greet her with a book.

Chu Hanshi was a little nervous, so she only responded with a smile, then lowered her head and brushed her hair behind her ears.

She usually has good grades, an average family background, lives with her grandparents, and dresses very plainly. Zheng Yuncheng rarely comes into contact with this type of beautiful girls, and has always been interested in her.Zheng Yuncheng wanted to talk to her, glanced at the book in her hand, and was a little surprised for a moment: "I didn't expect you to read this kind of comics..."

What Chu Hanshi held in his hand was a Danmei manga, on the cover there were two beautiful boys with ambiguous poses.

She didn't hold back, and said generously: "It's a combination of work and rest. It's hard to have a vacation, and I have to relax. This is how I relax...Even in the third year of high school, I can't always be too tight."

Zheng Yuncheng forced a smile and said, "Yes."

Chu Hanshi looked at the book in his hand, found that she had read it before, and said with a smile: "This book is very funny. I remember that the heroine's husband cheated after getting rich. After the divorce, the heroine was unwilling. He and Xiaosan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "They're all divorced, so it doesn't matter to her, right?"

Chu Hanshi was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"Since she's divorced, she has nothing to do with her ex-husband. As for calling someone else a mistress?"

Chu Hanshi was dumb, frowned and said: "But that person took the initiative to destroy other people's families, what is it called if he is not allowed to be called Xiaosan? And the scumbag and Xiaosan did not do it right. Even if they divorced, the protagonist would not be angry. Taking revenge and making them look ugly is their retribution, otherwise the heroine would be too frustrated in the early stage... This is just a dramatic conflict..."

Zheng Yuncheng's face became extremely ugly, and he wanted to refute, but finally shut up. He put the book on the shelf next to him with some embarrassment, and continued to search for other books in silence.

Chu Hanshi was in a bad mood because of Zheng Yuncheng's words, so she took a few books and sat down at a nearby table to rest.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to check the book list sent by the teacher on the campus forum, and buy what she needed along the way. After posting the book list, she accidentally saw several posts about Rong Zhen.

On the day of the National Day performance, Chu Hanshi also had a show, but before the show, she had been reciting her lyrics nervously backstage, and failed to notice the statue played by Rong Zhen in that show.

At this time, seeing those photos with tricky angles, I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing.

Zheng Yuncheng took the book over again, glanced at Chu Hanshi's phone, and saw a humanoid statue wrapped in paper on the screen with only two eyes and one mouth exposed.

He had seen this group of photos on the forum a long time ago, so he naturally knew that it was Rong Zhen.

"... grandstanding."

Chu Hanshi paused and looked up.

Zheng Yuncheng sat down opposite her, he couldn't suppress his depression all the time, and his tone was rather cold: "What's so interesting about him?"

Chu Hanshi was silent, and laughed: "It's very funny, and I remember...he seems to be your brother?"

Hearing the word "brother", Zheng Yuncheng's expression was not good and he didn't say anything.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Chu Hanshi was also feeling irritable, and slowly remembered the rumors about the discord between the two that she had heard before, and recalled the other party's remarks not long ago, her affection for him continued to decrease, and she didn't want to sit here anymore, frowning Between eyebrows, she picked up her book and got up to go to pay the bill.

Zheng Yuncheng came back to his senses, hurriedly chased to the cash register, and put his book next to hers: "Please do the calculation together, how much is it? I will settle it."

Chu Hanshi smiled at him, and when Zheng Yuncheng thought that this little conflict had been resolved, the other party smiled and pushed his book aside, and said softly: "Thank you, but that's not good, let's go our separate ways. I can still afford books."

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