Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Monty was sitting in the classroom, he was sitting in the second row, counting the second hand on the wall which moved bit by bit.

The professor's drowsy or eager voice waiting for the end of get out of class is still rippling in my ears, like a tireless monkey sitting on a swing.

Monty had already packed his textbooks into his schoolbag and tied the backpack straps around his shoulders.The little hands were propped up beside the head, and the gray head was crooked.A beautiful little girl named Lisa next to him reminded him again how delicate her begging tone made her look: "Please, I must get the signature of Admiral Netherland."

Lisa's soft hand touched Monty's arm, and Monty glanced at Lisa who was also born in a nobleman beside him. She had the same white face as Netherland, and a pair of sad and beautiful brown eyes.A beautiful red lip, sometimes drawn into a line because of Monty's refusal to answer her, it is not a cold line, but a slightly sad and disappointed arc.

Monty would love to look at her one more time. She is elegant, generous and beautiful, and she is the object of countless male students in the class.

As soon as the bell rang, Monty got up and was about to run out of the classroom and the campus. Somehow, he turned his head and saw Lisa's big sad eyes, like stars on the seashore at dusk.

Countless people in the class wanted Monty to bring them a Dutch officer's card, or even something he used, or a pen, or a handkerchief.

They are willing to exchange toys with precision instruments, expensive Poseidon coins, or promise Monty any conditions.

But the little prince was unwilling to serve them.

It's too late for him to hide the Netherlands, but he still wants to bring you their autographs and used supplies?

Monty turned and dashed out of the classroom.He was carrying a schoolbag that looked even bigger than him, and it was bulging, as if it contained countless winds.Running out of the school gate, there was already a servant waiting for him behind the gate. After the schoolbag was taken by the servant, he saw a car parked not far from the school gate.

Monty jumped up and down to get into the car, but Paley picked him up. "Little prince, wait until you get in the car."

"Why?" When Monty finished speaking, he saw not only Netherland but also a strange man in the car from the rear window.

The little prince asked Paley: "Who is he?" Why did he sit in my seat. "Officers from Poseidon's capital," Paley told him.

From the rear window of the car, the man was talking to Netherlands.

Netherlands half opened the car window, and cigarette smoke billowed from the car.Occasionally, the white and slender fingers of the left hand stuck out the car window with a cigarette in it, and flicked the cigarette butt to the ground.

Monty waited for a long time, and the strange officer finally got out of the car.Paley opened the car door for him, and Monty was carried into the car. He smelled cigarettes in the car.Seeing him, Ye Mi was leaning on the seat, her white face was a little indifferent.

Monty crawled on the seat on his knees and hands like a clumsy little pug, onto Ned Land, who hadn't run out of cigarettes.This might be his fifth or sixth cigarette, from just now.

Netherland slightly opened his left hand to prevent the cigarette butt from burning the brat.After the little ghost climbed onto his lap, he held it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

The little ghost raised his head, and when he was about to play tricks and show cuteness again, he saw Nedland's white face and the red lips that were drawn into lines when he was not taking a puff.He saw a trace of abnormality in the Netherlands.So he asked: "Who was that person just now?"

"Appointed by your father Garcia." Netherlands replied him.

Monty saw Ned Land's impassive, white face as he had seen the snow under the cedar.Against the backdrop of the verdant dark green, the biting and whiteness of the snow.

Netherland's brow was the same as before, but there was a rare displeasure in his black eyes.

Monty carefully leaned under Nedland's neck, as if kissing him, or sticking to his neck, "What did he tell you, Ye Mi."

The Netherlands has always answered what he said, even if it was just a few words. "He removed me as a general. Let me recuperate."

Monty's eyes widened.The smoke lingered in the car, even with the windows open, the wind poured in from the outside, as if the smell of cigarettes was blown to pieces, flying everywhere.

"Why?" Monty caught Netherland's black eyes.

Netherland's eyes did not want to speak.Only indifferent, pure black was left for him.

The prince's letter of resignation was brought down, but he was afraid that his meritorious deeds would shock the Lord, and he would be accepted as a military power.

All the way home, Monty was unusually quiet.He thought Nedland would be as silent as in a car in the next few days, when it was cold, but Nedland accompanied him to school wholeheartedly.

The Netherlands naturally has a backup, he does not hand over the military power, and delays the handover.Also, Poseidon has frequent battles, and he will be requisitioned again soon.

Monty lay prone on the desk, still holding a silver-gray pen in his hand.The paper manuscript under the pen was drawn circle after circle by him.

Netherlands was sitting not far from him, reading a book.

Monty secretly looked at Ned Land who was sitting in front of him on the left, and saw "Whitman's Poems" written in Poseidon on his book.Saw him sitting.His lonely waist was slightly pillowed on the armchair.The index finger and middle finger of the left hand hold the lower end of the book, and the thumb is used to turn the pages.

The air was as quiet as a cloudless sky, with the occasional bird or two flying by.That was the sound of the Netherlands turning pages.

With Netherlands around, no one dared to tell Monty the answers to his homework questions, let alone write homework for him.

Annoyed and depressed, Monty rested his gray head on the smooth and cold desktop, and stuck his face to the Poseidon word he had just copied a few lines with a pen, and he didn't want to copy any more.He never did his homework when Netherlands was away.Now asking him to do his homework is to drive ducks to the shelves and make things difficult for his little prince.

Two hours passed, and Netherland finished a book. "Have you finished your homework?"

Monty responded in a nasal voice, "No—"

Lying on the table, the pen in his hand was slowly turning, and he continued to copy Poseidon's words by mistake, but he didn't know it yet.

Netherland walked over and saw that he was copying new words on the paper, which seemed to be a grammar homework.

Remind him, "Miscopy letter, Monty."

Monty raised his little head from the table, looked at the vocabulary book and paper, "Where is it?"

Netherland's white finger pointed to the dog-like font on the paper, "ш is copied into щ, and here ч is written into ц. You must distinguish between ъ and ь."

It was only when Monty discovered the mistake on his paper that Netherland saw a bit of ink from a pen on his face because he lay prone on the copied paper.

So the big hand went over to rub and wipe his dirty face for him.

"Look at your face."

Monty took the opportunity to rub his face against Netherland's broad palm, like a British shorthair cat, with gray hair and an expression of enjoyment, "Yemi taught me. I can't do calculations." So he dug out mathematics The homework came and was handed over to Netherlands.

Netherlands didn't accept it, "Just memorize the multiplication formula and you'll be fine."

Monty acted like a baby, "I can't, teach me, Ye Mi, you are the best."

The best Ye Mi pretended not to hear, found a chair and sat next to Monty.Because the Netherlands came to accompany him, Monty sat upright, and the speed of copying was much faster than before.Time is like the waves of the ocean, beating the window panes in the night.

The hour hand reached eleven o'clock.Monty took out the last homework, he spent the night reciting the multiplication formula stumbling.Netherlands looked at the title of the homework and asked to write a short poem.

Monty had an aggrieved face, "I'm not good at grammar. I really can't write."

Then I felt sleepy again and again, and I had to support my little head to finish the last homework.In the past, Ye Mi asked him to work and rest. Before nine o'clock, he still fell into a sweet sleep, playing one or another toy and game with Ye Mi in his sleep.

Monty was lying on the table, exhaustion and sleepiness attacked his brain, he raised his faint eyes, and the gray pupils reflected the still radiant and beautiful Dutch officer.

"I won't, Ye Mi."

After reading the topic, Ye Mi said to him in a rare and gentle way, "It's very simple."

Monty was still lying on the table, rubbing his red eyes with his little ink-stained hands.He was as sleepy as an old dog who still guards the door at night.The eyes were still struggling to open and close, looking at the swinging clock above his head for a while, and at Netherland's handsome face for a while.

Netherland's face was blurred before him, and several pieces were scattered again. When they were put together again, Monty's eyelids would always droop and never open again.

Ye Mi read the topic twice, and when he was about to explain it to Meng Di, he found that the kid was drooling.

In one go.Ye Mi put the grammar workbook back into Monty's schoolbag.Carry this little slob into the bedroom.

The next day's breakfast and the car were spent while Monty staggered reciting formulas.

When he returned to school, he saw Lisa's sad eyes.Lisa asked if he had brought his autograph.

Monty replied, "No." Lisa's sad emotions filled her face like edelweiss, and she lay on the table aggrieved, motionless.Monty had teased her several times before, but it was on purpose to make her cry.

Monty looked at her slightly twitching shoulders, and stopped looking at her.