Sending warmth to the beautiful and powerful male second [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Xia stood up abruptly and backed away, the chair screeching on the ground.

Ji Xia: "You, what are you doing?"

As soon as Ji Xia finished speaking, he regretted it, why didn't he just shake hands with the two men, why was he surprised like a little girl being taken advantage of.

Ji Xia forcibly calmed down, and pulled out the messy hair Lu Nanxu had just rumpled: "I just...was suddenly shaken by someone like this, I feel a little uncomfortable, it doesn't mean anything, don't take it to heart."

Lu Nanxu glanced at Ji Xia's red earlobe, lowered his eyes: "Well, I know."

Lu Nanxu: "I thought you would have a deeper impression this way, after all, you seem to remember everything about me very clearly."

Lu Nanxu looked at him with frank eyes, as if he was just stating the facts in a serious manner: "I saw you and Gu Hao hooking shoulders together before, and thought you didn't care about it."

The system information only involves the relatively important events of the original body. There are no such small things as hanging shoulders with friends.

Ji Xia hooked her slippers and rubbed them on the ground: "You are my deskmate, of course I remember your affairs clearly, but that doesn't make it useful for studying..."

He paused, and said with a forced smile: "As for hooking shoulders and shoulders...Of course I don't mind these things, it's just...a shock."

Lu Nanxu nodded to show that he understood.

He pushed the test paper in front of Ji Xia, kept an appropriate distance, and asked casually: "As long as you are at the same table, you will remember it so clearly?"

Of course not, Ji Xia thought silently in his heart, how can others compare to you, his Young Master Ji is not idle all day long.

Ji Xia shook his head.

When Lu Nanxu got a satisfactory answer, he no longer made it difficult for him: "You do it first, and then bring it to me to modify."

Ji Xia heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that he doesn't need to accompany him, and after shaking hands a few more times, he probably won't be far behind.

It's not that he hates Lu Nanxu's touch, but he has a strange feeling, as if no matter how simple an action is done by Lu Nanxu, there will be a sticky taste, like elongated sugar threads, densely entangled.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ji Xia was taken aback, clenched the pen in his hand, avoided Lu Nanxu's gaze, and almost buried his face in the test paper.

He muffled: "Nothing."

Lu Nanxu stared at the twirling hair on the top of Ji Xia's head, which was round and fragile. He didn't know what it felt like to poke it, so he twisted the pen holder with his fingers.

Lu Nanxu didn't continue to ask questions, but retracted his gaze and took out his pen to do the question.

On the large wooden desk, high school textbooks were piled up here and there, the white curtains were raised softly, two teenagers leaned together to do their homework, and the gardenias outside the window were in full bloom.

Ji Xia struggled to do a few questions, and found that Lu Nanxu didn't even cross his line of sight. He was concentrating on writing the test paper, and his ups and downs finally fell.

Thinking about it, I was too sensitive just now, and I had to struggle with ordinary things for a long time, and I didn't know what I was struggling with.

Ji Xia tapped his head with a pen, and started working on the questions seriously.

Only then did the pen in Lu Nanxu's hand stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he briefly glanced over the boy's soft side face, and the pen continued to shake.

It's just that it's not like Ji Xia thought, writing the question seriously, but the whole paper is filled with everything about Ji Xia.

Lu Nanxu is deriving.

- Stupid, very stupid.

- Calligraphy has been practiced, bilingual is very good, not the level of exam-oriented education, it seems to be a specially cultivated artistic accomplishment.

-People are very delicate and easily shy.

Lu Nanxu concluded later: He is a young master with golden branches and jade leaves.

- I don't know anything about the rules of the school, and everything is as novel as the first time I saw it.

This is completely contradictory to the previous one. Since he is a pampered young master, no matter how expensive the private school is, it will not be much different from Jiahang. It's the same as studying.

Especially everything looks like the first time I saw it, more like never going out, at least rarely going out.

But the pampered air on her body cannot be faked, unlike being wronged, at least it is impossible to be detained and not let out.

That is, you can't go out.

Lu Nanxu stopped writing for a long time, and wrote the word "illness" with sharp edges and corners on the paper.

So he's supposed to be... a ghost after death?

Monsters are unlikely. Many of his habits are human characteristics. Only this answer is more logical.

Lu Nanxu didn't move any more, the ink from the pen tip blurred into a cloud of black ink on the paper.

"Lu Nanxu?" Ji Xia didn't expect that one day he would find that Lu Nanxu was in a daze. He reached out and shook his hand in front of him quite unexpectedly, "I'm done, do you want to check?"

Lu Nanxu raised his eyelids, half of the young man's face melted in the light, his light eyes were as transparent as amber gems, his eyebrows were curved, his dimples were deep, and the whole face was filled with purity and brilliance.

Evidently, he had not suffered any hardship during his lifetime.

Obviously died when he was very young and didn't have much fun.

Lu Nanxu couldn't quite imagine how a child like a blank paper would face death.

What kind of disease will he have? Will he be in pain?

Lu Nanxu suppressed all his emotions, took the test paper and read it a few times, and found no mistakes, nodded: "Not bad."

Ji Xia immediately beamed with joy: "I knew it, thank you Teacher Xiao Lu."

Ji Xia stretched his waist, stood up, clasped the back of the chair with both hands, and tipped his heels: "Mr. Lu, you've worked hard. I'll go and bring a fruit plate to Mr. Lu."

Before Lu Nanxu agreed, he stepped on his slippers and went downstairs.

Obviously I want to eat.

Lu Nanxu's dark eyes stared at Ji Xia's direction for a long time before continuing to write on that piece of paper.

- He knows most of Lin Ran's affairs clearly, but the details are vague.

For example, the shoulder-to-shoulder hook with Gu Hao just now was made up by him, and the child still explained it foolishly, as if he never thought that he would lie to him, and had complete trust in him.

Although I don't know why, Lu Nanxu is very useful.

The corner of Lu Nanxu's mouth raised an inconspicuous arc.

He wondered if the child might be Lin Ran's friend, but how could the child know Lin Ran so clearly when he couldn't leave the house?

Maybe Gu Hao's neighbor or relative?Even if he can't go out, he can learn a lot from listening to Gu Hao's rumors about Lin Ran all day long.

Lu Nanxu's eyes darkened, remembering how Gu Hao was clinging to the child, he clicked his tongue, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

- be nice to him.

This was what made him most suspicious of the child's ulterior motives before, but now he is no longer curious.

Since you want to be nice to him, you have to be nice to him forever, and you can only be nice to him.

That's why Lu Nanxu was so angry when he found out that the child didn't write the homework he left, not because he was playful, but because he couldn't tolerate what the child ranked ahead of him in his heart.

Ever since I tasted the feeling of being kept in my heart and thinking about it all the time, I always thought that that person only had me in his eyes and put everything about him first.

Lu Nanxu put away the paper and leaned on the back of the chair, put his eyes on the back of his hand, and sighed softly.

He seemed to be... possessive of the child.

Although he has no idea who he is, what his name is, where he comes from, what he likes and dislikes.

He thought he was crazy, and he became possessive of someone who knew nothing, which completely subverted his rigorous and rational way of thinking for the first 17 years.