[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

His blank expression was like that of a baby, clean and clear.

The beauty that seems to be unstained from the dust is coming.

In the boundless snow, the noisy sound of fireworks and firecrackers around gradually faded away, the boy only heard the sound of the young man's shallow breathing, and his tall and lush figure like a poplar.

Lin Zhiyun opened his mouth, smiled silly and said to him: "Teacher, I like you."

He said this sentence to Huai'an every day, in the morning, at noon, and at night, and there was not a single day that he did not say it.

Huai'an's ears can hear the calluses, from the repulsion and anger at the beginning, to the habit of being calm now, this attitude has made Zhiyun very satisfied.

When the young man looked at him, there seemed to be stars in his eyes.

White snowflakes stained his brows, and the cold touch brought Huaian back to his senses. Looking up at the young man in the dimly lit place, he seemed to see the golden light behind him in a trance.

That kind of light, both warm and cold, beautiful and fatal, struck overwhelmingly, but in an instant, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

Master Mozun had never seen such a familiar yet unfamiliar luster, he held his chest to suppress the blood gushing from his heart, and looked up at him again.

The boy ran towards him without knowing it, and the rich golden light disappeared without a trace.

Like melting ice and snow, fleeting.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Huai'an pushed away his outstretched hand: "Go away."

He turned around with a cold expression, and just when he raised his foot to leave, the young man behind him wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

"Don't go, stay with me."

The voice was aggrieved and pitiful, even with a faint hoarse cry.

Lin Zhiyun lowered his head with his eyes downcast, and buried himself deeply in the young man's shoulder socket.

The sparks in the sky were brilliant, and the colorful neon lights shone on the two of them with the gorgeous colors of fireworks. The young man with a sweet smile concealed the last bit of bitterness in his eyes.

Under the candlelight, during the countdown to the beginning of the new year, Lin Zhiyun felt uneasy when the young man remained silent for a long time, and the fear like beating gongs and drums made him unconsciously tighten Huai'an's slender waist.

The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, and he opened his mouth like a thick darkness with claws and teeth, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood from his heart, which was painful.

The feeling that there is no way to hold it in the palm of your hand rises again.

Before he answered, he was already uneasy.

Huai'an pushed Lin Zhiyun's hand away silently, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Okay."

The voice was cold and helpless.

The young man was ecstatic, couldn't help laughing foolishly, circled around the young man like a dog, finally couldn't help it, and hugged the young man behind him.

"Teacher, I'm so happy."

He lifted Huai'an up and turned around in a circle, like a child who got candy, even Huai'an's scolding didn't stop him.

Huai'an struggled for a while, maybe it was because of his strength, or because the snow was a bit slippery, the boy staggered and fell to the ground, including Huai'an in the snow.

Lin Zhiyun pressed on the young man, saw the young man's frown in his downcast eyes, couldn't help stretching out his hand to brush away his wrinkled mountains and rivers, smoothing the deep ravine little by little.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"Well, get up." Huai'an said, as if struggling to get up from the snow.

The snow was so thick that it didn't hurt too much when Huaian hit it, but when Lin Zhiyun hit him, he almost squeezed out the blood in his chest.

Master Mozun took a deep breath, suppressed the depression in his heart, and patted Lin Zhiyun's arm: "Get up."

"No."

The boy leaned on the young man and looked at him with burning eyes: "Teacher, you look so good-looking."

Huai An's eyebrows twitched slightly.

On the white snow, he just lay under him. The dark black padded jacket formed a sharp contrast with the snow-white ground.

His brows and eyes were still so pretty, with a touch of helplessness, he sighed softly to soothe the pain in his heart.

The young man smiled unconsciously, his sweet dimples were deep, cute like a pug dog, his tail seemed to be wagging and whirring around in a daze.

Lin Zhiyun lowered her head and took a deep breath in the hollow of his shoulder, as if she wanted to absorb his body temperature into her body and merge with herself.

"Teacher, I like you."

Huai'an sighed: "I told you not to fall in love early..."

As for the puppy love object is yourself?Huai'an's attitude towards this point has always been ambiguous.

Lin Zhiyun didn't guess it before, but now, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked him happily: "Does that mean I can fall in love after I am admitted to university?"

Huai An choked up, thought carefully, and said helplessly, "Yes."

"Then when I arrive, how about pursuing the teacher?"

Huai'an fell silent, and the silent refusal not only did not hurt the boy, but instead gave the other party a wrong message system number 101.

"If you don't speak, it's acquiescing, then teacher, wait for me~"

The elated young man took a sip from Huai'an's mouth, and kissed him again triumphantly.

The young man frowned: "You—"

"Teacher, remember to wait for me~"

The ten thousand zhang stars in his eyes seemed to have thousands of bright lights, scorching their splendor, causing Huai'an to unconsciously let out an "en".

Like a promise, the young man locked up the rest of his life, spending countless days and nights unknowingly.

Lin Zhiyun chose to skip a grade and went to the military academy arranged for him by the Hu family, with only three days of vacation every year.

And he would always try his best to meet with Huai'an during these three days. If he didn't meet, he would write a letter and send one every day, even if he never got a response.

From childhood to youth, his persistent feelings make people indulge in it unconsciously.

"Teacher, a woman confessed to me today, and I ignored her. Do you think I'm very good?"

"I have a mission. Tomorrow I will go to the battlefield to fight. Don't worry, teacher, I will write to you again, one letter a day, so that you can remember me."

"Teacher, I'm in so much pain. Those people fired guns and hit me. It's really uncomfortable...you kiss me, and I won't hurt anymore."

"I still like my teacher today~"

"Teacher, do you remember me? I haven't seen you reply for a long time. I'm a little unhappy."

"Teacher, it's been three years, and I'll be graduating soon. I miss you."

"Teacher, I love you."

One after another, the snow-white letters briefly wrote about his love for Huai'an, sweeping the youth like a blazing flame of youth.

Huaian laughed, and he let go.

In front of Lin Zhiyun, he put on glasses and a white shirt to hide the shyness in his eyes, and his deep voice was like a band playing, melodious and beautiful.

Like light coming, illuminating him who is hidden deep in the darkness.

He said, "I promise you."

"Let's... let's try."

Those were the best words a boy had ever heard.

This try, I tried my whole life.

The years passed by without a trace on the young man's face, pure and elegant, every time he saw him, Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but want to hug him, want to stay by his side, the years are quiet and good.

"Huai'an, you are so kind."

Lin Zhiyun has grown up.

Huaian agreed to live together after he graduated from university.

I don’t know if it’s because in order to maintain his personality, Huai’an always wears a white shirt, and then he is arrested by Lin Zhiyun to “learn a lesson”.

Hearing from him, he is very handsome when he is wearing a shirt, so he can't help it.

Huaian squinted his eyes and looked at the grown-up young Zhiyun. There was a scar on the face of the former boy, which wiped away the immaturity and cuteness on his face, and added a bit of viciousness and hostility.

He rubbed his eyes, slowly stroked the scar on the left side of Zhiyun's face, rubbed it lightly, and sighed slightly.

"Your injury..."

"never mind."

Lin Zhiyun's deep voice sounded like a subwoofer's voice is undoubtedly one of the most charming existences.

Master Mozun liked his voice very much.

And after Lin Zhiyun found out that he liked this, he often spoke quietly to satisfy the welfare of the earphone party.

In Huai'an, he consciously let go of the hand stroking the young man's scar, but he didn't want the next second, Lin Zhiyun clasped his hand, and slowly rubbed his face in his palm.

Like a dog, pray for the master's favor.

"Teacher, I love you..."

The system made a sound in time: "My lord, his favorability is full! It's full!"

"kindness?"

"full?"

The system blushed and whispered, "Yes, it's full."

Lord Mozun half-closed his eyes as if about to fall asleep.

In fact, he has already chatted with the system in his heart.

"My lord, do you think we are going directly to the next world?"

"Forget it, just stay here and try."

Huaian didn't admit that he liked this little wolf dog quite a bit.

He stroked the "dog's head" and let out a long sigh.

Lin Zhiyun let out a muffled laugh, biting the base of his ear with his lips: "My wife~"

"Wife~"

"Wife~"

Disturbing his dreams, Huai An stretched out his hand and slapped him on the face, shouting: "Nonsense."

Lin Zhiyun gently kissed Huai'an's forehead, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Honey, shall we not wear shirts tomorrow?"

Huai An opened his eyes and asked a vigilant question: "What?"

Zhiyun's gaze was a little hotter, and his beautiful eyes, as bright as stars, were reflected in Huai'an's heart.

It was a pair of hot and persistent eyes that seemed familiar.

Huai An was slightly taken aback, and then heard the young man whispering in his ear in that coaxing tone.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Huai'an covered his mouth, blushing, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"me……"

He was almost too ashamed to look at Zhiyun.

Zhiyun was not in a hurry, and called out in a low voice, "wife~"

Huaian closed his eyes, broke down and cursed helplessly: "Bastard!"

Lin Zhiyun's eyes lit up, Huaian agreed!

Thinking of this, the happy little wolf dog started a new round of conquest as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and directly chased Lord Mozun to defeat him.

Master Mozun had to sigh in his heart——

This man is old, and his waist is not as good as that of a little wolf dog!

--Finish--

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Originally, I wanted to make a side story, but seeing the strength of the review, I gave up after thinking about it_(:з」∠)_

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