I get love from my beauty [Quick Transmigration]

Before class in the afternoon, Tang Xin took Shuli to wander around the school to get familiar with the environment.After strolling around, the two went back to the teaching building, and Shuli stopped suddenly when they passed the honor column in front of the building.

In the red-background photos all over the wall, the 17-year-old boy was wearing a white shirt, handsome eyes and brows, with a gentle and quiet temperament, and a clean look at the top of the total score of the second grade at the end of last semester. A touch of coldness.Rao is such a high-definition headshot, it is still so beautiful that it is almost dazzling.

"Shuli?" Tang Xin originally walked a few steps away, turned around and saw Shuli was still in place, so she fell back and followed Shuli's line of sight to look at the photo, "Oh, this is Ji Fengchi from class 1." , the college bully, the kind of thieves. Do you know him?"

Shuli shook her head, "He's very good-looking."

"School girl, this photo is kept for a long time," the girl shrugged with a smile, "Every time a photo was posted before, it was torn down and kept by someone in a few days while the moon was dark and the wind was high. "

"really?"

"Scared, you don't want to follow suit, do you? Ji Fengchi himself is much prettier than the photos. Although he is going to the province to participate in an English competition, you won't be able to see him for the time being, but he will come back next week, so there is still a chance."

Seeing Shuli's thoughtful look, Tang Xin thought he was joking, "Besides, if you want to see a handsome guy, why not put a mirror in front of you and look at yourself every day, wouldn't it be nice?"

Shuli couldn't help laughing when she was teased, and replied: "It's not fragrant."

"Jingle bell bell -"

When the class bell rang, Tang Xin exclaimed, pulled Shuli up and ran upstairs, "Hurry up, hurry up, class is about to start, it's going to be a class later, if you are late, you will be cut..."

……

Shuli is an art student in this world. After the cultural class, she has to go to the studio in the art building to draw pictures after the self-study class.He came to the studio, greeted the teacher and the students present, and sat down in his place.

The studio in Nancheng No. [-] Middle School has bright and clean windows, tables and chairs in order, and the sound of painting.The second year of high school has already started to learn to copy plaster head portraits. Shuli sat in front of the easel holding a pencil and tried to make the first stroke.

A sense of familiarity overwhelmed, and Shuli's pen tip stopped on the drawing paper.

The trembling sound of the eardrum became extremely clear at this moment. The humming in his ears was only a little at first, and then it became louder and louder, making him dizzy.

Shuli clenched her teeth, but her eyes were blurred.His ears were extremely quiet, only the tinnitus accompanied by the drum-beating heartbeat occupied everything.

he clearly realized

He couldn't draw anymore.

Even when I was in the third world, I used to paint for a living, but this feeling is different.In such a familiar school studio, in such a familiar situation, he couldn't lift a pen or draw, and lost control like a patient suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Since Shuli walked into the studio, most of the eyes here have been on him, and some people naturally found out that he was abnormal.The teacher came down from the podium and asked with concern: "Student, what's wrong with you?"

It took Shuli a while to hear the teacher's question clearly. He slowly put down the pencil, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red when he raised his face to answer: "Teacher, I'm not feeling well, can I go to the infirmary?"

"Is it serious? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

Shuli refused to be accompanied, and left the studio alone.

He didn't go to the infirmary, but walked to the school playground and sat on the steps beside the playground.

The sky is clear and cloudy in late spring, the sun is about to set, and there is still a little warmth in the sky.The boys playing basketball had already taken off their jackets, and were running and laughing on the field in various basketball uniforms, sweating recklessly.

Obviously such a good age.

Shuli was stunned for a while, until the wind dried the cold sweat on his forehead, and then asked softly: 【"Is it on purpose?"】【"What?"】

【"My family in this world, my parents, my life, and my paintings..."】 Shuli paused for a moment, then asked softly: 【"Is it intentional? Was it set up like this on purpose?"】 Asa was about to speak out, but was interrupted by Shuli, who calmly asked: 【"If it wasn't intentional, why is everything here exactly the same as my life in reality? Is it just a coincidence?"] Yasa Sarah was silent for a long time, and then opened her mouth: 【"Of course it's different."】【"..."】

【"There is a late monsoon in this world."】

The greening of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is well done, and there is a faint aroma of flowers and leaves floating in the air.Shuli was silent for a while, then suddenly took a light breath.

The fragrance of flowers and leaves choked into the nose and lungs, and also choked up a little unbearable sourness. He lowered his eyes and asked: 【"What... is he doing now?"】【"Just out of the examination room, on the way to dinner with my classmates, Do you want to see?"]【"...No need."】

Shuli closed her eyes tightly.

is different.he thinks.

There is a late monsoon in this world.

At least that person really exists.

From the second day of coming to Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, Shuli's desk was filled with chocolates and snacks sent by someone every morning.After the weekend, Shuli had just arrived in the classroom, and when she opened the desk, a pile of delicate letters of different colors and styles squeezed inside the desk was scattered out.

After a week, the students in Class 5, Grade [-] have already seen it.

Although the new transfer student is amazingly beautiful, he doesn't have any airs on him. Instead, he has a lively, cheerful and pleasing personality. Getting along with him is not only pleasing to the eye, but also easy to laugh. Therefore, the relationship between everyone and him is quickly drawn. He can jokingly joke, "It's worthy of being a school belle".

“去去去，小心校花揍你。”疏璃也不恼，一边开玩笑撵人一边蹲在地上拾起散落的的情书。

A boy who accompanied him to pick up the letter noticed that Shuli's right hand, the index finger and middle finger were covered with gauze, only two pinkish white fingertips were exposed.He felt strange and asked, "You have been wrapped in gauze for a few days, why is it still not healed?"

"Hmm..." Shuli moved her fingers with a natural expression, "I was accidentally scratched when sharpening a pencil before, and the wound was a bit deep. I guess it won't heal so quickly."

"Then you haven't been able to draw during this period of time?"

"That's right, it's quite unlucky." Shuli sighed, coded the love letters she picked up, and put them away in a corner of the desk. The snacks were too big, so they could only be shared among the class.

The girl at the front desk got two big boxes of chocolates, covered her belly and howled, "I can't eat like this anymore, I gained at least three catties last week—"

"Girls are cute at all," Shuli comforted her with a smile, "It's wrong to pursue slimming one-sidedly."

Tang Xin gnawed on the potato chips and was happy to share gossip with them: "I heard that the same is true in Class 1. Everyone sitting around Ji Fengchi will gain a lot of weight, and no one will be spared."

The girl stared straight, "What is this? The troubles of happiness?"

"I don't know if they're lucky or not, I just know that when they saw a girl come to deliver something to Ji Fengchi later, they felt like they were facing a formidable enemy."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

"But—" Tang Xin asked Shuli with a long ending, "I can understand that Ji Xueba is obsessed with studying and has no intention of falling in love. Shu Xiaoli, what about you? Are you planning to fall in love?"

"This classmate, please be careful with what you say." Shuli said threateningly, "Is it necessary to study well to have a reason not to fall in love?"

Tang Xin giggled and said, "Who made you have such a blue and troublesome face? Why don't you benefit the female compatriots as soon as possible?"

Shuli shook her finger, "That's not right."

"Huh?" Tang Xin blinked.

Shuli moved closer and whispered in her ear, "I like little brother."

"Little brother... oh, it's not bad, little brother—" Tang Xin didn't understand at first, and nodded her head to express her understanding according to Shuli's words, but then she realized that her throat suddenly snapped: "What?!⌒" Shu Junjun

"Hmm." Shuli kindly patted the frightened girl on the shoulder.

The morning reading bell rang. Amidst the sound of reading, Tang Xin calmed down anyway, put the Chinese book up in front of her face, and coughed: "You can't do it, little brother, as long as you like it."

Shuli supported her head, "Then what should I do if I don't like anyone yet?"

Tang Xin comforted him with a serious face: "There will be."

Shuli smiled without saying a word.

Shuli's luck was not very good that day. She was teased in the morning, but in the afternoon she was blocked by a girl she didn't know on the jacaranda boulevard outside the art building.

When the sweet-looking girl confessed to him, she clenched her skirt with her fingers, her voice trembling, and she refused to move away, stubbornly wanting a reason.

Shuli is always gentle when she treats girls. She was about to say comforting words, but she changed the subject because of Asa's sudden reminder.

"Because I already have someone I like," he said.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, "Really?"

"It's true." She raised her thin white fingers and pointed to the slender figure passing by in the distance, "Here, it's him."

"Ji, Ji Fengchi?!" Seeing the man's face clearly, the girl's voice choked and her expression cracked.

Hearing his name, the tall and straight boy in blue and white school uniform stopped, and his obsidian-like clear and dark eyes glanced at the two of them.

The young man standing under the jacaranda tree had gorgeous eyes and raised his lips in a smile. The arc of his eyes was like the astonishment of a jacaranda tree blooming in full bloom.

After a brief daze, Ji Fengchi lowered his eyelashes, bowed his lips politely, and continued walking towards the art building.

The girl discovered the truth in an instant, and asked Shuli aggrievedly: "Just because you want to reject me, are you looking for such a reason?"

"No, no, no!" Shuli raised her voice, "Hey, who! Wait a minute!"

Ji Fengchi stopped in place, nodded slightly, and asked in a clear voice like a mountain breeze: "What's the matter?"

The strong wind suddenly picked up, and the blue-purple petals of the trees were rustling and falling.In the dreamlike jacaranda rain, the tall and thin boy ran headlong into Ji Fengchi's arms, knocked him back abruptly, and subconsciously supported the man's waist.

"You..." Ji Fengchi was a little confused.

Shuli raised her head, blinked slyly, and quickly kissed his lips on tiptoe.

It was just a kiss that could be parted at the touch of a finger, but it made the boy's eyes widen suddenly.His hands rested on Shuli's waist, and he took a step back after realizing it.

Still hanging on Ji Fengchi's body, Shuli whispered in his ear, "Please do me a favor, don't move."

Turning his head, he found that Ji Feng Chi's snow-white side face had turned red.

shy.

so cute.

There was a hint of teasing in Shuli's eyes, "Shuli, Liuli's Li, my name." After a pause, the voice between his lips and teeth was charming, "I know you, Ji Fengchi."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-2620:41:04~2021-04-3015:00:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 80 bottles of Fengjiutong; 10 bottles of Mo Chen; 2 bottles of Wuli Xizai and Dyeing Qiu; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!