The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

As early as when Bai Lin was avoiding some hooligans, the young man in a dark blue jacket was standing at the school gate with his pockets in his pockets. When he saw the direction in which the hooligans were chasing, he followed them step by step.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, followed them all the way to record all the pictures, finally turned off his mobile phone after Bai Lin was blocked in a dead end, and hid in the corner to watch them.

"Run, why don't you run away?"

The yellow-haired hooligan in the lead took out the folding knife from his pocket, and the handle of the knife kept slapping the back of his hand, his eyes were fierce, the back of his hand was slapped, and it slapped Bai Lin's heart again and again.

In an instant, four other vicious hooligans appeared behind him at the same time, all of them clenched their fists and prepared to strike.

Bai Lin's back was pressed against the wall, although he was flustered inside but never admitted it, he lowered his head and thought about the way out, it seemed to others that he was indeed afraid.

"If you beg for mercy now, I might still be willing to let you go. You dare to let that old woman help you out. You are so courageous. You dared to kick my brother before. You have become more and more courageous since you haven't taught me a lesson for so long."

The yellow-haired gangster was talking to himself, not noticing the figure approaching behind him.

"Ah." Accompanied by the hooligan's cry of pain, the young man in a dark blue coat strode forward, grabbed a person, clasped his arm and twisted it back. With a click, his arm collapsed limply, and he bent sideways slightly. He dodged the attack of a purple-haired gangster with his waist, swayed his steps, and punched his nose hard with his left hand, causing the opponent to cry out in pain immediately.

Bai Lin stared dumbfounded at the one-sided fight. Seeing that his companion had already been beaten to the ground, the yellow-haired bastard roared angrily, grabbed the knife and rushed up unwillingly, and the knife edge was right on the boy's chest.

Be careful, before Bai Lin exclaimed, he saw the yellow-haired gangster fly out like a kite with broken strings, and then hit the wall, struggling a few times but failing to get up.

Kicking away the pocket knife at his feet, the boy raised his head and smiled at Bai Lin.

With the afterglow of the setting sun, the blurred face of the boy appeared bit by bit.

The dark black hair fluttered with the wind, the smile hidden in his eyes appeared little by little, Bai Lin was both surprised and delighted.

Surprised by the young man's agile skills, happy that this young man is the target of his attack, Chen Zhouhang.

[Strategy target favorability +10%, current favorability is 10%. 】

An unknown ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two teenagers, and Bai Lin followed behind Chen Zhouhang step by step, always keeping a distance of two steps from him, just unwilling to get close.

Chen Zhouhang stopped and looked at Bai Lin with strange eyes, as if wondering why he was unwilling to approach him.

"Are you afraid of me?" The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, Bai Lin was stunned, and the young man's exquisite smile was even more beautiful.

It's a good thing it's night, otherwise his flushed face would definitely be seen, Bai Lin coughed twice unnaturally, his voice was soft, like a cat scratching itself with its soft paws.

"No... no."

"Are you blushing?"

Under the light of the street lamp, Bai Lin's flushed cheeks made Chen Zhouhang's hands itchy. After Bai Lin broke free, he rubbed his fingers nostalgicly, as if the soft touch still remained on them.

In a daze, Bai Lin seemed to see the shadow of Fu Ci from Chen Zhouhang, and he shook his head.Impossible, the target of the strategy is just an npc, how can there be any connection between the worlds.