Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

On the day when the college entrance examination ended, Lynch felt genuinely happy. The rain stopped before the end of the exam at noon. The moment he ran out of the exam room, Lynch almost flew up and rushed to the exit with the flow of people.

Meng Hui's outstanding stature and Lin Yuee's peach-pink cheongsam caught Lin Qi's attention in the crowd. Lin Yuee waved her hands vigorously, "Qiqi, here!"

Lin Qi ran over, grabbed Lin Yuee's hand, and looked at Meng Hui with high spirits, "Brother Hui, you came out early?"

"After the answer, I came out ahead of time," Meng Hui glanced at the reporters around him, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "Almost got on TV."

"It's such a great opportunity for a reporter to interview you, but I'm still not happy." Lin Yuee said regretfully.

Lynch was speechless, he didn't want to go on TV either, so he took Lin Yuee's hand and said, "Hurry up and go."

The three of them had lunch at the restaurant that Lin Yuee had booked in advance. In the evening, Lin Qi and Meng Hui were going to the teacher's appreciation banquet. Lin Qi and Meng Hui did nothing at the table, and they got the answer right all afternoon.

Although for Lynch, this may be just a small world that is about to leave after a short stay, Lynch still wants to spend it seriously. After studying hard for so long, he is still looking forward to a good result.

"I seem to be wrong." Lynch was depressed to find that he had done the last math problem wrong again.

Lin Yuee hurriedly picked up a shrimp ball for him, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake, it's unrealistic to get full marks in the test, we don't want so many points, just enough."

"Well," Meng Hui said, "I'll figure it out, Shang Qinghui is fine."

"Brother Hui said he can go, then he will definitely go." Lynch said with a smile.

Meng Hui also smiled at him, "Think about what major to choose."

"Professional?" Lynch thought for a while, "Finance."

In his previous life, Lynch, as Meng Hui's deputy, also studied finance.

Meng Hui said, "Very good."

The whole meal was spent answering questions and discussing majors. Lin Yuee had to go to the store in the afternoon and gave each of them a new wallet with money in it. "Go, go out and play, what do you want to buy?" Just buy something."

"Okay, thank you Mom." After Lin Yuee left, Lynch counted, "Wow, 2000 yuan."

Meng Hui put the wallet in his pocket directly, and Lynch bumped him with his elbow, "Why don't you look at it."

"You can give as much as you want, there is nothing to see." Meng Hui said indifferently.

Lin Qi curled his lips. As expected of Mr. Meng, he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and waved his hand: "Let's go, go spend!"

Lynch also got addicted to being a domineering president, and asked Meng Hui to work as a model in the store to try on and change clothes.

Meng Hui is tall with broad shoulders and long legs. He is a clothes hanger by nature. He can control any style very well. His charm is not only the handsome appearance, but the contradictory temperament that combines freedom and calmness exuded from his body. , Not to mention the clerk, even other customers in the store cast their eyes unconsciously.

"These two brothers look really good."

"My brother is cute, my brother is handsome, just right, I really envy their parents..."

"This one is pretty good," Lynch held back a smile, and pointed to Meng Hui's light blue T-shirt, which had a bear licking his nose and drooling printed on the chest. "It's especially suitable for you."

"I also think it's very good," the clerk hurriedly said, "youthful and fashionable, the color and tailoring are especially called your brother."

"That's it." Meng Hui said casually, pretending not to see Lynch snickering.

The more Lynch looked at the clothes, the more ridiculous he felt, and said with a smile, "I'll wear this for the teacher's appreciation banquet tonight, it's so pretty."

The clerk said happily: "Actually, my younger brother can buy a small size as a brother's outfit. It must be very eye-catching to go to the teacher appreciation banquet together like this."

The customers who were watching around nodded unconsciously.

Lynch's smile froze, "I, I forget it."

"I think this idea is very good," Meng Hui stepped forward, and put two big palms on Lynch's shoulders, "Go and try, brother—brother—"

The two drooling bears walked out of the shop together.

Meng Hui's slender arms rested on Lynch's shoulders. Lynch was carrying a bag of old clothes in desperation. It was so annoying. The trumpet was only pink. Lynch had to wear it under Meng Hui's threat. What does it mean to lift up? Shoot yourself in the foot, this is it!

Meng Hui couldn't help laughing and said, "You're wearing new clothes, and you still don't hold your head up?"

"Pink..." Lynch tugged at his clothes, his face full of reluctance.

"What's the matter with pink? It's so pretty." Meng Hui's words were sincere. Lynch's skin was fair and his face was pretty. Wearing pink looked like a pretty boy.

Lynch sighed, "I look too much like a junior high school student."

"It's not pink," Meng Hui rubbed his hair, "it's short."

Lynch glared at him lightly, "No, you go back, and you also change into a pink one."

"I'm already wearing it, so I'll go back and change it? Don't embarrass others," Meng Hui tightened his arms, "Just wear it honestly."

……

At the teacher appreciation banquet, the 'brother outfit' really caused a sensation.

"Oh my god, monitor, you are too cute!"

What Lynch never expected was that it was him who attracted the crowd.

The protagonist deserves to be the protagonist, no matter how cute and funny the clothes are, and the aura is there, mortals dare not make mistakes.

Lin Qisheng was watched helplessly by all the people in the class, he really had a headache, so he hid beside Meng Hui.

Meng Hui sat on the side, with a smile on his lips, turned his face and leaned slightly: "It's really eye-catching."

Lynch wished he could pinch Meng Hui twice.

When the two went to toast Director Zhang together, Director Zhang said in surprise, "Hey, Lynch's pink color is so pretty."

Lynch immediately blushed.

Director Zhang glanced at Meng Hui, and suddenly realized: "Brother pretending."

"Teacher Zhang—it's a couple costume!" Someone shouted.

Immediately, the whole box burst into laughter.

"Hahaha," Director Zhang also laughed, and said loudly, "You monkeys, you're all flying after graduation."

"Mr. Zhang, we offer you a toast." Lynch said softly and embarrassedly, regardless of the laughter.

"Okay." Director Zhang patted Lynch on the shoulder, "Lynch, you are a good boy with a kind heart," and patted Meng Hui's arm beside Lynch, who had always been as calm as a mountain, "If your father can see you You must be very happy the way you are now.”

Lynch looked up at Meng Hui.

As the male protagonist, Meng Hui also had a bumpy life experience. His mother died of dystocia and died early. His father was a police officer. He left early and returned late. He didn’t care much about Meng Hui. He died in a field mission when Meng Hui was 14 years old. He also left within two years. There were not many relatives in the Meng family, and no one was willing to adopt Meng Hui. Since then, Meng Hui has become an orphan.

"Thank you Teacher Zhang for taking care of me." Meng Hui raised his hand, "You are the best teacher in my heart."

The corners of Director Zhang's eyes were a little red, and he concealed a smile and said, "I'm getting better at talking." He raised his hand and drank the small half of the red wine in the glass.

Lin Qi and Meng Hui also drank the shallow red wine in their cups, and the crowd applauded.

Lynch returned to the table and said fiercely, "Who called it just now?"

"Squad leader, don't be angry, you adults don't remember villains," the sports committee said seriously, "but the newcomers should pay respects to our table, and we can't miss it."

"Fuck you!" Lynch picked up two pistachios from the tray and smashed them in the face of the sports committee member. The sports committee member quickly grabbed them and said with a smile, "I'm going to have a baby early."

There was another burst of laughter on the table.

Meng Hui has a cold personality, looks cool, and is older than his classmates. Many people dare not approach Meng Hui, and their friendship with Meng Hui is relatively shallow. Only Lynch and Meng Hui live together. Everyone loves to make fun of the two of them, and they didn't react much when they saw Meng Hui. Only Lynch, who danced so well, liked to make fun of them even more.

Lynch chased the sports committee and ran around the table. Meng Hui sat still and peeled the hairy crabs for Lynch, peeling the roe of his own crab and Lynch's crab in Lynch's bowl.

Lynch came back panting, "I'm so lack of exercise." After chasing for a long time, he couldn't catch up with the person, and he was always one hand away.

"He's teasing you, just ignore him." Meng Hui tapped his bowl with chopsticks, "Eat crabs."

Lynch picked up the crab roe with his chopsticks, and said angrily, "You're just kidding, Brother Hui, why didn't you beat him up?"

Meng Hui put down the crab in his hand, lowered his head and leaned against Lynch's ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to do it, he should say that couples are playing mixed doubles."

Lynch's ears turned red, and he whispered, "Brother Hui, you are with them."

With a smile on the corner of Meng Hui's mouth, he pushed Lynch's bowl, "Dip in some vinegar."

After the teacher appreciation banquet, the leader of the class said that he would move to KTV, and shouted that he would stay all night tonight, and no one was allowed to leave.

"No, I didn't tell my mother, I have to call her." Lin Qi covered his ears, avoiding the howling of a group of people, and went to the hotel's landline to call Lin Yue'e's cell phone.

After calling twice, no one answered, Lynch frowned, and glanced at the clock in the middle of the hotel, it was only past 10 o'clock, Lin Yue'e should not be asleep yet.

Meng Hui also walked in, "How about it, if Auntie disagrees, go home."

Lynch frowned and said, "No one answered."

Meng Hui took the receiver, "I'll do it."

The call was made, and it was connected, but still no one answered.

Meng Hui's face also sank a little, and after putting down the receiver, he dialed the number again. Lynch stared helplessly at the side, his face a little nervous, "How is it, did you answer it?"

Meng Hui didn't speak, but raised his hand, "beep-beep-beep-" on the phone came through, but no one answered.

Just as Meng Hui was about to press the button to dial again, the other end finally connected with a 'click'.

"Auntie." Meng Hui said softly.

Lynch's expression relaxed, and he moved to the microphone and said joyfully, "Mom, it's me. Our classmate said we're going to KTV all night. I'll go with Brother Hui, okay?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, only the sound of light and slow breathing, with a slight hint of heaviness after exercise.

"Mom...?" Lynch asked suspiciously.

Meng Hui hung up the phone decisively all of a sudden, startling Lynch, and looked at the solemn Meng Hui in surprise, Meng Hui frowned and said, "Go—go to the police."

……

"It's only been one afternoon," the policeman said with a frown. "Let's register for you first. Did you go to the places she frequents? Maybe it's just a lost phone."

Lin Qi's heart was beating wildly, and he looked at Meng Hui in panic.

Meng Hui said calmly: "I can tell that the person on the phone is a man."

The policeman said: "I don't care how you heard it, let me emphasize it again, it is very likely that the mobile phone was lost or stolen, I will register for you first, and the case will be filed in 24 hours, understand? Go back first, maybe people will be home in a while."

Lynch walked out of the police station, staggered, and was grabbed by Meng Hui. He looked at Meng Hui blankly, "Brother Hui, I, I'm a little scared."

His palms were sweating, cold and sticky, Meng Hui clenched his hands tightly, staring at him with shining eyes, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine."

……

"Your son sounds lively."

A pair of black boots lightly kicked the dyed brown hair, "much cuter than your husband."