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

"How's the school going?" Bai Lin lazily nestled in the sofa chair, basking in the sun and stroking the cat, feeling very comfortable.

Yesterday, at the cost of deducting [-]% of his goodwill, he got the system to help him monitor the dynamics of the two people in school, but Bai Lin didn't go crazy enough to monitor in real time, the system would only observe when something happened between the two people.

[According to the original plot, Hu Lingling emptied Yan Jiamu's disk by mistake, and now Yan Jiamu is still in class. 】

Then Hu Lingling will treat guests to dinner to make amends. Although Yan Jiamu went, but Hu Lingling was an air person throughout the whole process and didn't talk to her, which made Hu Lingling, who was already full of guilt, feel dissatisfied with him for the first time.

While trimming Wood's nails, Bai Lin recalled the plot. He just sent a text message to Bai Xue to ask him to come over at noon. He originally wanted to ask Yan Jiamu, but he sent it, and he would definitely come over. At that time, he didn't know why the plot went astray. Lose.

Bai Lin didn't know that his text message would make Bai Xue embarrassing in public.

Before playing Truth or Dare, Bai Xue was forced to change all the ringtones to ghost music. Dare is to insist on using it for three days without changing it.

"It's the heartbeat, I can't hide from the bad eyes, the inexplicable heartbeat to you... Remember to double-click~"

When Han Meijuan's familiar ghost sounded, the people sitting around turned their heads and looked at Bai Xue in puzzlement.

"I rely on my brother to take it easy." The deskmate reminded him by elbowing him.

Of course Bai Xue knew, the drawer was full of things and messy, and the phone was covered at the bottom by his clothes.

When he finally took out his phone, Yan Jiamu was already standing in front of him.

"Hey, hey," Bai Xue was at a loss and could only smirk, "Yan, hello, Teacher Yan."

With a straight face, Yan Jiamu couldn't see what he wanted to say, and reached out to him: "Bring me the phone."

"Don't," Bai Xue hurriedly begged for mercy. If it was confiscated, he might be told what his little uncle would say later. He didn't forget that Yan Jiamu would go to the flower shop after school. Whether I can come back is still unknown, "Mr. Yan, I was wrong. I really didn't play. I forgot to turn off the ringtone. You see, someone sent me a text message."

He held the phone up to Yan Jiamu's eyes to prove his innocence, but Yan Jiamu immediately left a message to the familiar name on the screen, as well as the content of the text message——

"Come to the flower shop for lunch at noon, I made delicious food for you~"

Followed by a cute winking kaomoji.

Yan Jiamu remained calm, his mobile phone was confiscated, and he went to the back of the classroom to punish him. After a vigorous punishment, he returned to the podium and continued to speak.

Walking to the podium, he swiped the screen intentionally or unintentionally, but no, the notification bar was blank - Bai Lin didn't send a message to himself.

There was a wave of turmoil in my heart, and it quickly returned to calm.

"Okay, let's continue with this question."

Bai Xue, standing at the back of the classroom, said: What did I do wrong, why is it always me who gets hurt?

"Mr. Yan, why are you here?"

After school at noon, Bai Xue saw Yan Jiamu standing at the door, thought that his mobile phone was still in his hand, and walked over to say hello honestly.

Yan Jiamu took out the text message and shook it in front of him: "Your little uncle asked you to go to the flower shop for dinner at noon."

Hearing that it was the little uncle who still had something to eat, Bai Xue became excited, but after thinking about it, something was wrong: "Did the little uncle just call me, or did he also make an appointment with Teacher Yan?"

"He let the two of us go there together." Yan Jiamu didn't need to draft a lie at all, and his face was neither red nor heartbeat.

Bai Xue is a person who doesn't think too much about things, Yan Jiamu said so, and he immediately believed the rhetoric.