[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob, coquettish and scumbag

The eyes under the lens were dizzy with rich black color, but Shangguan Ye still maintained the etiquette that no one could fault, with a friendly and gentle smile: "Hello, I am the new school doctor——Shangguan Ye."

The corners of Luojia’s lips curled into a vague arc, and he glanced at the palm in front of him, then raised his hand to shake it: “Hi, I didn’t expect you to be the one who caused the disease rate to rise in a straight line. The most popular school doctor."

The white, soft and delicate touch of the palms made the handsome and gentle man breathe heavily, and the darkness in the long and narrow phoenix eyes was like a tide.

"I have long heard that Dr. Ye is a rare talent in the medical field, but now he is willing to condescend to come to this small place to be a school doctor. It is puzzling."

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the salary here is higher." The smile on the man's face didn't decrease but increased.

"Brother Hua, it hurts so much." Just as the two of them chatted awkwardly, Nan Gongchen on the hospital bed began to spare no effort to add drama to himself.

Luo Jia's attention was also successfully diverted, while Shangguan Ye lowered his head, looked at his palm, and after a while slowly groped his lower fingertips, his subtle movements did not escape Nan Gongjue's eyes.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke. Almost at the same time, their eyes moved to Luo Jia.

Nangong Chen was still whimpering.

"It's strange that I can hit ten times with one punch." Seeing the other party crying for a second, Luo Jia rolled his eyes in his heart: "This guy is a graduate of the Academy of Drama, Oscar must be him belongs to."

The system boasted boldly: "It's your alumnus of the Drama Academy."

"System 10086 was decent before he was alive, everyone spit out before leaving." Luo Jia picked up the system and gave him a beating.

While communicating with the system in martial arts, Luo Jia did not forget to appease the anti-social personality: "Be good, let Doctor Ye treat you."

"Doctor Ye, remember to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Luo Jia unceremoniously occupied Shangguan Ye's exclusive position, leaned back, and leaned against the wall covered with black wallpaper, and then he suddenly lifted his foot, left foot up Putting on his right foot, two straight long legs were placed directly on the neat and clean table, arrogant and haughty.

The limited edition sneakers are very brand new, shining with the brilliance of local tyrants.

Noticing Shangguan Ye's gaze on his feet, the black-haired boy leaned lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, tilted his head, and smiled harmlessly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I put my feet up to rest."

"I think you are itchy," Nangong Jue said straight away.

"Hey." Luo Jia snorted, "That's right, itchy skin, eager to be beaten."

He swayed his legs as he spoke, with the most coquettish expression, the most lazy posture, and the most extreme temptation.

Nangong Jue hooked his lips with interest, and his eyes were full of interest.

System: "Put you in a chicken coop and you're done."

Luo Jia: "Watch your words when talking to elders, you rebellious son!"

"If you want to be beaten, you can go to the school's martial arts training ground." Shangguan Ye said with a gentle smile as he glanced over that long straight leg.

He pushed the lens, leaned down, and inspected Nangong Chen's ankle very professionally. Because of the movement of leaning over, the slender metal chain fell from the cheek to the shoulder, as if he was elegant and gentle in the middle ages. gentleman.

"I sprained my ankle and need medicine." Shangguan Ye said as he took out a bottle of medicinal wine for bruises from the shelf.

Now it's Nangongchen's highlight moment as a monster again: "I don't want you to apply the medicine, I want brother Hua to help me do it."

Luo Jia, who was leisurely tossing peanuts to eat, was named again by the antisocial personality. He clapped his hands with mixed feelings: "Boy, how many years is the sentence for beating a minor in this world?"

Five minutes later, Luo Jia changed the question: "Xiaoer, how long will you be sentenced for murder?"

system:. . .

At this time, there were no figures of Nangong Jue and Shangguan Ye in the infirmary. Nan Gongjue left temporarily, and Shangguan Ye was taking care of other patients outside. Luo Jia and Nangong Chen were the only ones in this space.

The two of them leaned against the head of the bed, and the other sat on the edge of the bed and took the medicine.

"Brother Hua, take it easy, Chenchen hurts so much."

"Wow, it's too hard."

"Not here, ah."

Luo Jia rubbed the medicine on the other side expressionlessly, and did not forget to increase the strength of his attack: "Baby, there is no evidence to suspect the car."

System: "Youth mode is turned on, don't disturb!"

"Little sister, can you keep quiet, you will be arrested to do your homework like this." Luo Jia tried to reason with the sick and delicate male lead.

Nangong Chen wiped away his tears, opened his rabbit-like red eyes and twitched, his beautiful eyes were full of endless grievances: "But Brother Hua, you are really working hard, it hurts me so much."

The corners of Luo Jia's eyes twitched, and he threw away the medicine bottle in his hand: "You do it yourself."

Regardless of whether you are perverted or not, I am a scumbag, if you are a brother, come and kill me!

Luo Jia was ruthless, unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed violently.

The slender fingers clasped Luo Jia's wrist, caressing this extraordinarily delicate texture lightly as if possessed by a demon, very ambiguous.

Luo Jia frowned, and quickly shook off Nangong Chen's hand.

"Brother, do you hate me? Is it because I am not good enough that my brother hates me? What should I do to make my brother like me?" With a lonely expression coupled with that good-looking face, he put aside the other person Regardless of quality, as a senior face dog, Luo Jia must admit that he couldn't bear it.

He put his hands on the top of Nangong Chen's head, rubbed his hair clumsily, and thought about what to say, but before he could speak, Nangong Chen, who was lowering his head, suddenly raised his head, with a strange smile that cracked at the corner of his mouth , so frightened that Luo Jia changed his tone of swearing.

"I don't know what to do!?"

In Luo Jia's gradually dilated pupils, Nan Gongchen pulled out a military folding knife with a cold light from the black socks.

The sharp knife shadow was reflected on that delicate and lovely face, making the other party's expression at the moment particularly eerie and terrifying, like a perverted murderer with a twisted heart in a horror movie.

"whee."