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

The bell for the end of get out of class rang right at this time, interrupting Mr. Raphael's chattering about the history of Mayor Francis.After hearing the disturbing ringtone, he reluctantly and slowly put all the textbooks back into the suitcase, tucked them between his arms and left.

Luigi read a class of magic and failed to transform the lizard that had climbed up the ceiling.I had no choice but to fold the chair on the table and climb up to reach the lizard.

Gu Chenchen was thinking about the vampires that Mr. Rafael said just now had harassed the town, and a few students were talking about recent events in the town.Could vampires have anything to do with endangering the safety of the town?

If there is a relationship, he should pay more attention to it.

"Francis, the principal asked you to go to his office." A girl came to convey it to Gu Chenchen.

The principal is Gu Chenchen's original owner's father, but no one around knows.The relationship between father and son was never revealed at school. When a teacher went to the principal's house to handle errands, he would be surprised to see Gu Chenchen, and then he knew that he was the principal's son.

The possibility of calling him to the office when going to school like this is that old Francis has something to hand over to him, or the lunch box at noon, or he left at home and did not bring the textbooks to school.

Gu Chenchen dragged his sickly and weak body to the principal's office.But when he passed the sink, he still squatted down and looked at his appearance in the sink.

Because I cry a lot, my face is often stained with tears and looks dirty.After being seen by his father, it is estimated that he will be reprimanded and educated again.

Gu Chenchen bent down, took a handful of clean water from the flowing water, and washed his face carefully.He rubbed his face vigorously with his fingers, but accidentally, too vigorously, the skin on his face was so red that it was almost torn.

Sometimes it is difficult for Gu Chenchen to control this body, because this body is much clumsier and weaker than the people he has worn before.Sometimes the actions can't keep up with the brain's command, and there will often be incoordination or oolong clumsy incidents.

However, this is also in line with the character and characteristics of the original owner.Perhaps it was the same when the original owner used his body, which formed such a low self-esteem and cowardly character.

After Gu Chenchen finished washing his face, he slowly came to the principal's office.

Before the class bell rang, he knocked on the door timidly, fearing that his classmates would catch his relationship with the principal.But there was no one around, so he stood on tiptoe and knocked on the door a little harder than before.

There seemed to be a movement behind the door.But it disappeared quickly.

Gu Chenchen was curious, and called softly outside the door: "Principal, are you in the office?"

The only response to him was the emptiness and silence of the house.

Gu Chenchen had no choice but to turn the handle of the door, open the door, and went in.

He has been to the principal's office many times, but every time before, there is no inexplicable atmosphere like this time.It wasn't because his father was not in the office, but because of his sudden sixth sense, he unexpectedly felt that the office was more eerie than usual.

Gu Chenchen would use his timid voice to slowly say, "Father, are you there?"

No one answered.Obviously, his stern father had gone out and was not in the office.

Gu Chenchen had no choice but to slowly move to the principal's desk to see if there were any items left for him by his father.He took a look at the long brown-red desk with ink and pens on it. A stack of office documents and wholesale test papers were placed on one side. There was nothing deliberately left on the clean desk.

He searched the reception table and sofa again, but there were no items left by his father.

Gu Chen was depressed, where could it be?

Behind the principal's desk is a bookcase so heavy that even a few troublemakers in the class can't move it.It is full of years, broken chapters and books, most of the books about the town are on the back shelves.

Gu Chenchen wondered if old Francis would put things behind the bookshelf.Then he drew back the dark red cloth curtain that had always kept the bookshelf from gathering dust.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes!

And the black shadow threw himself down in an instant, onto the table behind him——

Before Gu Chenchen had time to see what it was, his hands seemed to be tightly hooked by the sharp claws of a goshawk, and there was a piercing pain in his neck!

"Well!!"

His mouth was covered, and something very cold was stuck to half of his face.

The neck seemed to be pierced by something like a steel needle, constantly reaching in and biting!

The gagged "whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" body can't make a sound, and the desperately struggling body is subdued by an overwhelming advantage!

My neck hurts so much that I almost forget how it feels.The hands and body were still thumping non-stop, and the opponent was pressing on him like a heavy Mount Tai, and he couldn't move a little bit, let alone break free.

The only movement left was that violent trembling all over, and that pitiful and terrified crying.

This reaction was not faked by Gu Chenchen either.Encountered in such a situation this time, Gu Chenchen discovered that crying and trembling are the innate instinctive reactions in his body.

Just when he was thrown on the table and bit his neck, it took almost half a century for this dull body and brain to feel the pain of falling on him, pushing him down on the table and biting him. It's a human-like thing.

Gu Chenchen's body no longer trembled as violently as before, only the slight trembling remained, as if he had caught cold after being poured with cold water.

In the end, the wild crane, which seemed to have broken its neck, flapped its wings twice on the ground, and there was no movement.

It seemed that after finally eating and drinking, Shi Bastian got up from him. Before he ate, he hadn't seen clearly the appearance of this unlucky guy who was thrown down.

Only now can I see it clearly - short black hair, face as white as snow.The eyelashes are very long, like the feathers of the wild peacocks he has seen drinking water by the lake.There are also a few drops of water on it.

That face should not have been so white in the first place, but now it was so pale that there was not even a trace of blood left.

Something about their family's genetics.

Bastian patted the shoulder of the little boy who fell on the table, "It's okay, I only drank two liters~~"

The little boy seemed tired from crying, sobbing silently, he could only feel his uncontrollable trembling when touching his body.

Hearing Bastian's two liters, the little boy seemed to react, crying a little louder than before, as if he felt that he was going to die.

Bastian touched the tears on the little boy's face, leaned down, and approached the boy's face, "Hey, baby, your blood is so sweet~. It's the best one I've ever drunk~~."

It was as if the little boy's crying had been manually turned on, and the crying continued for a moment, which was extremely miserable.

"Baby, sweetheart, don't cry, be good ~ baby, my baby, don't cry." Bastian frantically tried to comfort Francis who was crying hard on the table.

Francis opened his eyes full of tears, and vaguely saw that the person who touched and hugged him and bit his neck was a boy who was about his age, maybe even only one or two years older than him.

"Honey, be good, my sweetheart, don't cry, my honey, my little baby, don't cry, don't cry, poor little one, look at your little face, it's crying, tsk tsk is ugly, baby."

Bastian found that he couldn't soothe the little boy who was crying with snot and tears all over his face, so he had to unbutton his collar, fearing that he would cry too much and suffocate, gasp for breath, or be choked, etc. .

The little boy's face is like the snow in the extreme north, it's important to look good.Bastian thought of the thin centella he went to see when he was 16 years old.

Stretching out his fingers, he touched the boy's face carefully.

Soft, soft, and a little thin, it seems that a hole can be poked out with a poke.

Bastian shouted "Honey, sweetheart, baby, honey", kissing and hugging the little boy, wiping his tears and holding his face.After comforting him for a long time, he even kissed the continuous tears on his face.

Francis was even more frightened and cried loudly. This man was still gnawing and licking his face, was he going to eat him?

Beep blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

"Little poor, are you tired from crying?" Bastian poked the boy's crying face and softened his voice, as if coaxing him, "Sweetheart, baby, you cry so hard that my heart hurts." Broken."

The boy continued to cry endlessly, his crying was not loud, but soft, whimpering, he felt like a cub that couldn't find its mother, and he was afraid, but he didn't dare to let go of his voice too much, so he could only cry pitifully. Woo woo sympathy.

"Okay baby, dear, do you want to drink some water before crying?" Bastian touched the little hand of the man on the table again, and saw that he was shaking slightly like he was about to cramp from crying. "Baby, my little baby, your hands are so cold~"

"Hey, honey, let me kiss you, don't cry, okay?" He held up the little face that was as white as a peeled egg, and spat another mouthful of saliva, "Sweetheart, My little darling, don't cry~~Oh my poor little~"

Gradually, the boy finally got tired of crying, and fell asleep on the table in a daze, weeping tiredly.Bastian looked at the boy's open skirt, saw his delicate skin, and even more so, saw the two blood holes left by him, with a thin stream of blood slowly flowing out of it.

It was rare to come across such delicious blood, and following the principle of not wasting it, Bastian bent down, touched the boy's neck, and stuck out his tongue.

The wet tongue, which is much brighter red than the skin color, licked the soft skin, moved the tongue teeth gently along the long bloodstain, sucking, and rolled the flowing fine plasma into On the tip of the tongue, there are countless light and deep sweetness on the taste buds.

It was so delicious.

The boy's skin did not know whether it was a temporary blood loss, or it was naturally pale, as if the water red and light pink color on the petals had disappeared, leaving only the sickly white.

The wet tongue covered around his neck, licking the blood and breath left by the orifice.The tip of the nose can even inhale the faint sweetness in the blood vessels of the boy, like the smell of red and purple tulips in the garden.

He was too thin, and even more clothes were opened, and the vague appearance of the boy's ribs could be seen.

And the two pale pink breasts on his body.

Leaning against his body for a long time, greedily smelling the breath on his body, and slowly rubbing the position of his arteries and veins with his palms, stroking up and down the flowing, joyful veins hidden under the skin. , galloping blood vessels.

Bastian thought of how he cried so hard when he was awake just now, so he took off the idea for the time being.A pale hand that has not seen the sun for many years picked up the fragile neck, put it in his mouth, and kissed it breathlessly.

"Baby, you are so sweet~ Everywhere is sweet~~"

Biting a kiss again, another goodnight kiss fell on the sleeping boy's face. I wanted to touch the little boy a few more times, but I felt that it was getting late and I should go.

Holding him towards the sofa, he felt that his body was limp. He was originally a teenager, but he was not heavy.Compared with himself, he is even shorter.

I wonder if the other party has cried too much and has no strength to grow up.But there is a special fragrance on his body, which is faint and indistinct.Like the ice cream in Nanmusi Town, it is cold, but also has a faint fragrance, and unexpectedly can smell a little bit of sweetness.

Putting him on the sofa, looking at his loose clothes, it seemed that his thin body was wrapped in a fat cloth bag.The black hair was scattered on the Turkish-blue sofa, so soft that one could imagine what it would be like to rub his hair between his fingers.

That small face was one that he couldn't pick out among so many people he had seen.Like an angel.A little angel with small wings fluttering behind her.

After looking around, I finally found a slightly thicker blanket from the box under the bookcase, and draped it over the boy's thin body with light movements.

I took another look at the boy who had done so well in crying, and saw that he was still shedding two lines of thin tears in his sleep.

"Baby, I'll come back to find you~"