[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Come back home?

The young man paused slightly.

The boy blinked innocently.

Huaian finally took him back to his home.

It's just not the old house where I usually live, but a small apartment that belongs to one of my personal properties.

Every Saturday and Sunday, Huai'an would come out to live in this small apartment, in order to avoid the nagging from the elders at home and their worries about their marriage.

As a bachelor living alone, Huai'an's greatest hobby is reading. He even built a huge study in his apartment, which is full of bookshelves and books, ranging from astronomy and geography to entertainment and leisure.

Moreover, Huai'an was also a boy, so Huai'an had nothing to avoid suspicion, so he simply took Lin Zhiyun to live here, planning to send him home when he found time on Monday.

It's just that the boy living in such an apartment seems to be used to it, and he doesn't want to leave at all——

The young man who originally persuaded the young man to go home looked at the young man helplessly: "Zhi Yun!"

The boy sat on the sofa and quarreled: "I won't go back!"

At this time, it was Sunday night, and tonight he would continue to work. During this time, the boy was like a chirping little swallow, constantly chattering behind him, challenging Huai'an all the time. bottom line.

Huaian looked at him with some headaches: "Listen to me, your parents must be very worried about you now, you can't be so willful anymore."

Lin Zhiyun hugged the sofa pillow, and asked pitifully, "Teacher, don't you want to send me back?"

He was as wet as a newborn puppy, eager for it.

Huai'an sighed helplessly, feeling distressed and soft-hearted.

"No, you've been here too long."

The boy lowered his head in disappointment: "But my parents don't want me anymore..."

The young man was silent for a while, and then said: "Don't worry, your parents can't want you, unless—"

Unless it's not personal.

Thinking of this, Huai'an stopped talking, pursed his lips, pondered for a while, and said, "Why don't you give me your parents' mobile phone numbers, and I'll talk to them."

Lin Zhiyun: "..."

The young man could hardly hold back the expression on his face, he lowered his head embarrassingly to hide the stiffness on his face, and then said: "I, I forgot..."

"You also forgot your parents' phone numbers? What about the ones at home? What about the other elders?"

Lin Zhiyun: "...No."

Huai'an choked up, feeling quite a headache: "Okay then, you stay here first, and when your elders come over, I'll explain it to them."

The nervous young man breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the young man's helpless tone in the next second: "I won't come to live here tomorrow, you can take good care of yourself here, okay?"

Lin Zhiyun was stunned: "Ah? Where are you going to live, teacher?"

It was hard for him to enter the room, and he hadn't started to conquer this abstinent male god, how would he know that he would not come to live on the third day?The young man inexplicably felt that he had a feeling of being betrayed.

"Of course I'm going home."

As soon as the words fell, the young man frowned, reached out and grabbed the young man's collar, and asked him face to face: "Teacher, are you married?"

Huai'an looked at the turbulent waves in the young man's eyes, and was silent for a while. Just when he was about to explode, he smiled helplessly: "Why do you think so?"

"I'm talking about going back to my old house. I'm not married yet. You don't have to worry about whether the teacher's wife will be angry, because I haven't found a teacher's wife for you yet."

"Teacher, are you telling the truth?"

Lin Zhiyun's eyes lit up, and he looked at him with burning eyes.

When the round bun face puffs up the cheeks, it looks like a cute hamster, so round that people can't help but want to rub it.

The young man rubbed his head and messed up his soft hair: "It's true."

"That……"

Then in the future, will you find a teacher's wife to come back?

The boy wanted to ask him, but before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Lin Zhiyun loosened the collar of the young man in a daze, and fell silent——

He never thought that there would be another woman beside Huai An.

He has always felt that he is young and has plenty of time to pursue the footsteps of youth, but he does not want to ignore the age of youth. Huaian is 25 years old this year and has reached the age of marriage.

The boy hugged the pillow tightly and curled up on the sofa, watching the boy enter the kitchen and start cooking, and the sound of rushing water sounded, inexplicably making his emotions turbulent.

He lowered his head, and his heart ached unconsciously.

It's a pain you'll ignore if you don't feel it seriously.

There was the sound of chopping vegetables, and the whirring sound of the hood in the kitchen, catching the boy stuck in the mud again and again, as if trying to pull him out of the dark abyss.

But the young man refused that kind of assistance. He blocked all outside sounds, followed the young man's back with his eyes, and tightly clasped the pillow with his fingertips, leaving deep fingerprints one after another.

As if something had taken root in his heart, it crawled into his mind bit by bit along the blood vessels, dyeing his mind as black and rich as ink.

The corners of the young man's lips curled up, seeming mocking and ferocious.

It was also like a beast in the abyss with its bloody mouth wide open, engraving the figure of the young man in his mind little by little——

It doesn't matter, he has plenty of ways to snatch him back from others.

Just like the toy he snatched from Lin Yuanyuan, Huai'an can only belong to him.

He has to be his own.

Whether it is now or later.

After Huai'an finished cooking the last dish, he heard the system whisper in his ear the boy's current favorability level - 50.00% two.

It's just a little good feeling.

The young man paused slightly, and then he brought out freshly baked dishes and put them on the dining table, and looked up at the dazed young man on the sofa.

"Zhiyun, it's time to eat."

Lin Zhiyun suddenly came back to his senses, answered absent-mindedly, then put aside the pillow and slowly moved to the dining table.

The young man returned to the kitchen to wash his hands, took off the apron on his body, adjusted the apron gently with his eyebrows and eyes, and the fingertips brushed the light gray apron, like a soft crow's feather, gently brushing the tip of the young man's heart.

The young man held his chopsticks tightly, watching Huai An's movement when he took off his apron, and unconsciously thought of his appearance when he was wearing the apron.

It's like a high god falling into the clouds, obviously abstinent, but because of the apron, it seems a bit more of a worldly life.

He lowered his head and stopped looking, for fear that the desire in his eyes would be inadvertently exposed to the young man.

He wanted to see him naked in his apron.

That must be tempting.

The young man lowered his eyes and slowly took a mouthful of warm food.

But not now.

The thick and sweet rice melted in his mouth, turning into nectar to soothe his anxiety.

The boy raised his head and looked at the young man: "Thank you teacher."

Huai An was slightly taken aback: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you teacher for taking me in." Zhiyun said, "I know that I have caused trouble for the teacher. Don't worry, I will leave tomorrow and will definitely not disturb your life."

While speaking, he lowered his eyelids in disappointment and pitifulness.

Obviously, the expression of "do not want to leave" is written all over his face.

Huaian sighed helplessly, put down his job, and patted the boy on the shoulder: "Good boy, you didn't cause me any trouble."

"It's not impossible if you want to live, as long as you remember to talk to your parents and go home more often, you can live as long as you want in the future, and the teacher doesn't mind."

That being said, ordinary people generally don't mind.

Lin Zhiyun didn't answer, but said "En" silently, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. Anyway, in the early morning of the next day, he left a note for Huai'an and said to go back.

Huaian put away the note, then tidied up his textbooks and went downstairs to work.

When the class was in class, he took a special look at Lin Zhiyun's seat, and found that he was sitting there as usual, the young man was slightly relieved.

Time passed in such a hurry, and in the late autumn, Huaian's shirt was replaced by a light brown sweater, and the suit trousers were replaced by casual trousers.

The only thing that didn't change was his never-fading warmth, which gradually warmed into the boy's heart.

Lin Zhiyun looked at Huai'an's steady teaching, his eyes suddenly became a little cold.

On the Saturday night of the third week, the boy suddenly came to his door.

Huai'an opened the door for him, and the cold wind from outside blew into the house, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then supported the crumbling Lin Zhiyun, and frowned: "Why are you drinking?"

Huai'an just came out of the study, especially with the fragrance of books in the study on his body, which faintly floated into Lin Zhiyun's nostrils.

Lin Zhiyun's eyes flashed with clarity, and then violently brushed away the young man's arm, and stepped back a few steps to reach the door.

The young man wears glasses and looks gentle, even when he is wearing casual clothes, he looks extremely gentle and graceful.

Zhiyun suddenly smiled.

"Teacher, you look so handsome when you wear glasses." The young man looked at Huai'an with burning eyes, and pushed him against the wall step by step.

Huai'an frowned uncomfortably, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead: "Do you... have a fever?"

"I want you, teacher."

The young man licked his lips, and approached him lowly. His height, which was almost the same as that of the young man, made it very smooth for him to face him face to face, allowing the other party to see clearly the heat in his eyes.

"Why... You don't know anything but you are tempting me?" He smiled evilly, grabbed the young man's chin, and forced him to face himself: "You know what? I love the way you wear shirts so much. "

Every time, every movement, every look, can make him so happy that he can't extricate himself.

The boy had never been so bored with himself.

So...he didn't want to be the only one to sink like this.

The young man stared at the young man with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see a crack on his face, and wanted to see his panicked expression.

but.

Lord Mozun silently looked at the young man's cynical attitude, the expression on his face remained unchanged, extremely calm.

The system smiled and said, "His favorability has increased to 60.00% six."

It's the level of liking, not the level of deep love.

Huai An brushed away the young man's hand, and looked at the young man with the eyes of an old father: "Where are your parents?"

The boy's cynical expression cracked for a moment.

"I think I need to talk to your parents about puppy love."