Everyone started to love me after wearing the book

The first thing that made Ye Lingwei feel that something was wrong was the irregular heartbeat that sometimes was weak and sometimes strong. He was in good health and had never had such an abnormal heartbeat.

He looked down at his hands. They were fair and slender. They were not the hands he had brushed hundreds of exercise books and practiced countless copybooks. His nails were abnormally white and his wrist bones were protruding. Know how thin the owner of the hand is, and how pampered he is.

Ye Lingwei took a deep breath, opened the book on the table, Ye Lingwei, the name is the same, very beautiful and exquisite characters, but the handwriting is different, the grade is D.Leaving aside that Ye Lingwei has never encountered such a rating, this D alone is not the rating he deserves.

He just had a fever in the dormitory, he was dizzy from the fever, and he was here when he woke up.

Ye Lingwei......

This name is rare. Ye Lingwei has never bumped into anyone's name since he was a child, but only once. It is precisely because he has encountered the same name that he finds it rare, so he inevitably pays attention to it.

It was a book borrowed from the library a few days before the fever. The book cover was yellow and old, and it was mixed in a row of professional art books. It was very conspicuous. Ye Lingwei took it out and looked at it. After flipping through a few pages, he found that there was a name of a supporting role in it. Just like his, word for word.

He is not interested in novels, but because it is rare to meet one with the same name as himself, he read more.

This supporting role is a standard young master of a wealthy family, but his life is a more standard cannon fodder configuration. He has no father and no mother, and his two older brothers love and ignore him. Fish and meat friends, but also secretly in love with a boy who has someone in his heart.

This novel is written around the person he has a crush on, and naturally has nothing to do with him, it is just a tool to promote the development of the main CP's relationship.

After the confession to the protagonist was rejected, he had a heart attack and died silently during his nap that day.

His confession greatly promoted the feelings of the protagonists.

Ye Lingwei almost had a heart attack when he saw this. The supporting role with the same name as himself obviously did nothing, and he didn't know that other people belonged to him when he confessed. He was always cautious about his brothers and longed to be cared for. Dislike sharing the best things you have with them, but this is how it ends up?

Even though he seldom read novels, Ye Lingwei still put his own feelings into it. The night he returned from the library, he started to have a fever.

His roommate asked for a leave of absence for his help, but his fever persisted, and he fell into a drowsy sleep for several days. When he came to full clarity, before he opened his eyes, what he heard was the noise of laughing, playing and flipping the pages of a book.

He raised his eyes to look at the podium, and there was a banner with white characters on a red background pulled up above it—Decisive battle in the third year of high school, chasing the dream of life!

Ye Lingwei's memory is very good, but not so good that he can remember all the contents of the novels he browsed casually before, but this sentence was found to be the same as his own slogan in the third year of high school, so he remembered it. up.

The reason why I didn't think it was rebirth, and I had a hard time accepting it was wearing a book, was because the lower right corner of the banner read: Class [-] of the third year of Shencheng No. [-] Middle School.

Shencheng is the place where the story in that novel developed, and it has been mentioned many times, and it is difficult for Ye Lingwei to remember it.

He is in the book now.

He was the cannon fodder for the tragic and bloody ending. He should have died now.

Ye Lingwei exhaled slowly, his original age was only 19 years old, not much older than these seniors, he had never encountered such a bizarre thing, it would be a lie to say that he was calm and composed.

Ye Lingwei looked at the familiar knowledge in the book, but luckily what he learned was the same, otherwise it would really be over.

After confirming that the content he had learned was the same, Ye Lingwei raised his eyes to look at the classroom. The author also described the appearance of some students in the class in the book. Ye Lingwei asked himself that he could not identify people through words.

He silently lowered his head, paused, and turned to look to his right——it turned out to be the half-meter-high blue trash can.

After seeing this trash can, Ye Lingwei was even more sure that she was in that novel.

Originally, because of poor grades, the homeroom teacher is not a snobbish eye on family status. She only cares about grades. If you have good grades, even if you are a scavenger at home, she will give you up. If you have poor grades, you will be considered the mayor of Shencheng. Also unselfish.

Knocking on the original body, she made an exception. The original body's grades were surprisingly poor. In fact, it wouldn't be too bad if it was placed in another class. Although the original body's class was Class Seven, it was Class A in another sense. The average score is always first, the grades of the class are related to the head teacher's bonus and title, the first monthly exam at the beginning of the school year, Yuan alone dragged the whole class down, and their class fell behind by a gap of [-] points In class one, the homeroom teacher with a livid face rushed into the classroom and made Yuan roll to sit beside the trash can.

Everyone is a student with a pure mind and puts grades first. Yuanshen dragged everyone down and disgraced them in Class [-]. They jointly signed a letter to apply for Yuanshen to get out of Class [-] and go to the worst Class [-], but the principal But he refused with a smile, and persuaded the students to support each other.

So now the students in the class don't like the original body, and throw garbage on him on purpose. The life of the original body can be said to be like a year.

"boom!"

Ye Lingwei was still in a daze, when he was hit by an empty water bottle thrown from nowhere, Ye Lingwei covered his head and looked in the direction of the bottle flying over.

Ye Lingwei is a good student, he strives hard, and he was the top student in the provincial liberal arts department during the college entrance examination, but Ye Lingwei has nothing to do with being obedient and sensible. He comes from a wealthy family, so he skips classes, travels, sleeps in class, and does whatever he wants, teachers Love and hate him.

Could it be that he is still angry with these people here?

But Ye Lingwei has never been a person who would argue with others about theories, he would just ruthlessly tear people apart without saying a word.

He was smashed, no one in the class cared, but a few boys snickered in low voices.

Ye Lingwei raised the corners of his mouth, but when he raised his head again, his face was blank. The boy gritted his teeth, his back began to tremble, his five fingers covered his chest, his lips began to turn blue, and his hair was light chestnut.Ye Lingwei now looks like a piece of glass that is about to shatter.

"What's up with him?"

"Could it be an accident?"

"Just touch it, it won't hurt, okay?"

As soon as the speaker finished speaking, Ye Lingwei fell to the ground with a thud, and the table, chairs and benches were overturned on the ground together. The boy curled up on the ground, frowning, looking very painful.

"Fuck, what happened to him?"

A girl with short hair reaching the ears came from the front and saw the man lying on the ground startled, she said loudly, "He has a heart attack, what are you doing?"

And even then, no one really cares.

"Who is so prone to heart attacks?"

"What does it have to do with me? Whoever smashes the bottle is in charge."

Ye Lingwei had expected the reactions of these people long ago, the simplest people also possessed the purest and most fearless malice.

He rolled his eyes and passed out directly. The footsteps in his ears suddenly became chaotic. After a while, the sound of an ambulance rang out from the teaching building.

He was wearing oxygen, and the boy who hit him before followed the medical staff with a flustered expression on his face. He just smashed a bottle, he didn't use any force, why did he have a heart attack?

Ye Lingwei hooked the corner of his clothes with his fingers, the boy looked down, Ye Lingwei smiled, the scene was too chaotic and noisy, no one noticed, and because he was wearing an oxygen mask, his eyelashes were trembling, even if he opened his eyes The eyes are not easy to detect.

you are done.

Ye Lingwei told the boy with his lips that after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and turned his head, "losing consciousness".

The boy took a few steps, his pace became slower and slower, and finally stopped at the same spot, watching the ambulance leave, he knew what Ye Lingwei meant, even if he couldn't know exactly which words Ye Lingwei said, he still knew the general idea mean.

Ye Lingwei was pretending, he didn't have a heart attack, the reason he did this was just to get revenge for hitting him with a water bottle.

Is he crazy?

How the fuck did he dare?

The incident happened after the nap was over and before class, the sound of the ambulance disturbed everyone in every class. Under the eyes of everyone, a boy with a pale complexion was carried out of the teaching building lying on a stretcher. Few people knew that a boy in class seven had a heart attack.

Although they are in different classes, because they are all on the first floor, they usually have a lot of contacts. You know my friend, I know your friend, and everyone introduces each other, and they are all connected.

"No way, just smashed it with a water bottle? Are you sure there are no stones in the bottle?"

"Maybe it was frightened. Heart disease cannot be frightened. If you can't catch your breath, you will be finished."

"Then your class dares to target him like that, you are too courageous!"

"There was nothing wrong with this before, and he never got sick. We all forgot that he was sick..."

"You should be thankful that you didn't throw that bottle out."

"..."

On the window sill of Class [-], there were several boys leaning against each other. One of the boys in black short sleeves pushed his chin and looked at the dazed boys downstairs, "See?"

"See what?" the boy asked lightly.

"The one in class seven has a heart attack, and he looks pretty good."

The sun outside was very strong, and the glass was burning hot. The boy squinted his eyes, pulled the school uniform on the table and covered his head, covering his eyes, revealing half of his face, without any emotion, "I didn't see it."

Gao Linhao sighed regretfully, "I think it should be the type you like."

Fei Lan raised her face and smiled, "I don't like trash."

The boy has a pair of extremely beautiful red phoenix eyes, narrow and long, but the eyes are cold, hidden in the shadow covered by the school uniform, it is a matte ink.

Gao Linhao, "..."

I almost forgot that although Fei Lan likes good-looking ones, he likes the ones with thorns, which can stab people to the point of bleeding. Although the one in Class [-] is good-looking, he suffered a heart attack after being hit by someone. And being bullied all day long, so fragile, obviously not the type that Brother Lan likes.