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

When Lu Yechao talked about the problem, he gave Chen Tinghong a lot of face. Although Lu Yechao could explain the difficult problem clearly in ten seconds, he still took care of Chen Tinghong and spent several minutes listing the various formulas on the draft. For Chen Tinghong, a senior high school student, it took him an hour to understand Lu Yechao's solution to the competition question.

The competition question was solved, but Chen Tinghong did not understand the symbols Lu Yechao wrote on his draft paper.Later, Luo Ju came to him to borrow homework, including that page of draft paper.When I returned it later, I found that those few pages were torn up as drafts and lost.

Of course, for people like Jiang Ling who are not academic masters, Lu Yechao will directly get started—for example:

When Jiang Ling was in the cafeteria at noon, he was still copying the wrong questions from the papers. Because of the harsh female chemistry teacher, those who failed this time were either detained in class or focused on assigning homework.

Lu Yechao and Jiang Ling ate together, Luo Ju and Chen Tinghong finished their lunch early, because Jiang Ling was left behind by the teacher, Lu Yechao waited for him and stayed with him to finish eating.

Lu Yechao was one of the few who saw Jiang Ling doing his homework, looking at the untouched food on his dinner plate - because Luo Ju copied his in this mock exam, and Luo Ju's grades were not detained.

Lu Yechao took a mouthful of rice and vegetables with Jiangling's spoon, propped his elbows on the dining table, and fed them to Jiangling who was buried in the papers.

Only then did Jiang Ling feel that the food had reached his mouth, and saw the spoon Lu Yechao was holding up, and that beautiful face dangled in front of him.

Because the detention was too late, the videographer did not follow them 24 hours a day, and there were no videographers around.Jiang Ling ate a mouthful, and continued to copy, because he gave the copy to the female chemistry teacher in the first class in the afternoon.

Lu Ye finished his meal early and was still waiting for Jiang Ling, so he spooned the rice again and leisurely fed Jiang Ling who was writing straight in front of him.

Lu Yechao took another bite, Jiang Ling raised his head, and deliberately pulled Lu Yechao's elbow that was propped on the table, Lu Yechao took a mouthful of soup and splashed it on the dinner plate.

Before Lu Yechao had time to complain, he heard Jiang Ling's voice, "What are you doing?"

"Hey," Lu Yechao said with a good temper, wiping up the spilled soup with a paper towel.

Jiang Ling didn't expect him to say it so bluntly, knowing that he was educated abroad, avant-garde and open.

"I want to eat broccoli." Although he deliberately pulled Lu Yechao and spilled a lot of his soup, Jiang Ling still enjoyed his feeding.

Lu Yechao was bored, he didn't have a mobile phone, so he went to tease Jiangling, but he didn't mind.So I found it even more interesting, so I fed him a mouthful of broccoli.

Jiang Ling didn't lift his eyes, "Chicken."

Lu Yechao deliberately spooned him a piece of tofu, and Jiang Ling ate it anyway.

Lu Yechao smiled, and while feeding him, he looked at what he copied, "Why did you copy everything wrong?" Jiang Ling didn't see where he was wrong.

Lu Yechao grabbed his pen, crossed out the wrong question for him, and wrote a new, very long chemical formula.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ling changed everything before to Lu Yechao's.

Lu Yechao waited until he was almost done copying, and then slowly told him, "You copied it just now, I did it on purpose."

Only when Jiang Ling raised his head and saw Lu Yechao's smiling face did he realize that the person in front of him was not a person with high EQ as usual, but a cunning fox.

Jiang Ling came over, sat on the same bench with Lu Yechao, and put the pen into Lu Yechao's hand. Lu Yechao knew what he wanted to do, and before he got up, Jiang Ling pressed him down, "Copy it back for me,"

Lu also couldn't move toward 36 counts, and Jiang Ling put an arm around his waist pretending to be intimate—actually holding him down, and the meal was almost a little too fast. "It's almost time for class, don't move,"

Lu Yechao paid a "high" price for his mischievous behavior - "crying and crying" and honestly copying Jiangling's homework.

While embracing him, Jiang Ling bit the straw of his drink and looked at Lu Yechao's flamboyant handwriting. Lu Yechao's handwriting didn't look like he had excellent grades at all—it was like a cursive handwriting on a stomachache post.

"Write better,"

I pinched him, and in the middle of the fight, "Here's the pen for you, classmate Xiao Jiang." Lu also dropped the pen towards the other side of Jiangling, so he leaned his head to pick up the pen and hit Jiangling.

Jiang Ling's heart skipped a beat for no reason, until Lu Yechao raised his head, picked up the pen, and continued to copy the paper under Jiang Ling's claws—"Xiao Jiang, you made too many mistakes."

Jiang Ling smelled the faint fragrance of his body, like a perfume lily. "Then don't bother teaching girls, teach me," whispered close to his ear.

Lu Yechao heard this sentence in a very different tone from the previous slapstick, he knew that Jiang Ling had fallen into the trap as a veteran.Deliberately looking up at Jiangling, Jiangling was even more unexpected——

He straightened his jaw with his hand, "Don't stay with Chen Tinghong,"

Only then did Lu Yechao realize that Jiang Ling was not considered a novice.

With that action, Lu Yechao, a veteran in love, was also teased.

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Go back to the bedroom at night.

Chen Tinghong went to take a shower first, and he and Lu Ye went to the same dormitory.Their bedroom is a double room.

When he came out of the wash, Lu Yechao was still in the same posture as before, lying on the bed in big characters, with his legs still folded on the ground.

"Lights out soon."

What Chen Tinghong meant was that he finished washing himself, let him do it.

Lu Yechao was wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. His very white legs were exposed. His calf was slender, like a half-cut bamboo board.Not as slender as a woman's, but the shape is very good-looking.

His black hair was scattered on the gray bedding, revealing his snow-white forehead.His eyes were slightly closed, and his arms hung down on both sides of the bed.

Chen Tinghong couldn't help but look at him more.

Lu Yechao closed his eyes and said, "Annoying."

Chen Tinghong was tidying up the books on the table to read tonight with the flashlight, and asked him as he wanted, "What's bothering you?"

"Do you know Hemingway? Have you ever heard of his famous theory of the tip of the iceberg. There is a question about how to melt the ice on its surface and under the water. Do you know how to do this?"

Lu Yechao was still lying on the bed, not even changing his posture, except that his two arms blocked his eyes, covering the strong light of the dormitory that had not turned off the lights.

Then only half of the face was exposed, the lower parts of the eyes.

Chen Tinghong thought of the Tangdi left in the blank space in the landscape paintings, which was meticulously described by the ancients, either faint or thick, and even faintly smelled the faint and cold breath.

Lu Yechao raised his arms, revealed black eyes, and looked at Chen Tinghong.

Just one second later, the dormitory was powered off—it was time to turn off the lights.

The bedroom was pitch black except for the dim lights in the corridor.

The lights in the boys' dormitory are turned off, just like the girls' dormitory. There is no screaming, but the sound of the hair dryer stops abruptly or scolding mothers with black eyes in the shower.

Lu Yechao heard the sound of something being thrown out, and then his hand was grabbed, and a person pressed on top of him, Lu Yechao moved, the person untied the radio on him, and threw it out.

Before Lu Yechao could speak, his mouth was covered with a hand.

Chen Tinghong rubbed a certain position of him, and Lu Yechao flinched, "What are you pretending to be, aren't you seducing me?"

Lu Yechao heard that the other party in the darkness had already understood his goal - he was just asking how to melt the iceberg - the iceberg was Chen Tinghong.

He originally thought that Chen Tinghong was old-fashioned, so he didn't understand his thoughts on him.

The other party pretended to show him, and watched bit by bit how he stepped into his hunting circle on his own initiative.

Letting go of his hand, Lu Yechao raised his eyebrows in the darkness, and the dim corridor light cast a little in through the glass window above the door, which happened to be reflected on half of Lu Yechao's face.

It is the person in the shadow of oars and lights through the skin painting.

"Don't you like me too?" Lu Yechao looked confidently at Chen Tinghong - even in the dark, Lu Yechao could clearly see and imagine his burning eyes like lamps.

And the face that he had seen the outline of countless times.

Indifferent and cold, but it is calculated under the skin.

Chen Tinghong knew that Lu Yechao was going every step of the way, but he was not quite sure that he had captured him - he was already familiar with the Morse code, even if he didn't look up the Morse code table, he could translate what that sentence was.

He originally thought it was a bold love story.

Unexpectedly, he was so reserved that he asked him to check the information before he knew the reason.

The first line is TINGHONG.Namely his name.

The second line is PLAYITSAMPLAYASTIMEGOESBY.It is a movie line, "Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time Goes By'" from "Casablanca" in 1942, which means "Play this song, Sam, just play 'Time Goes By'" in Chinese.

"You are really artistic, Lu Yechao."

Lu Yezhao knew that he understood the Morse code.Before he could kiss Chen Tinghong, Chen Tinghong avoided him and touched him, "Where is Jiangling?"

Lu Yechao knew that he was deliberately avoiding his kiss, so why did he ask, "No," nothing?Lu Yechao would not say it clearly.Even if you haven't done it, you still have no feelings, or you don't really like Jiangling.Chen Tinghong didn't ask anymore, because it disturbed the interest of tonight.

You know, "Casablanca" is about a love triangle.

Chen Tinghong would not know.

Chen Tinghong finally kissed him, and through the dim light of the corridor, he could clearly see his slightly wrinkled face, "How painful it is."

And Chen Tinghong had already covered the night vision camera in the dormitory with a cloth——

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