Did the female supporting role get rich today [Quick Transmigration]

On the chair, Ye Xichen was holding a small notebook, reading it with gusto.

Probably seeing something interesting, she laughed uncontrollably, kicking her legs and shaking her shoulders.

Ling Qinghe stood behind her and dried her hair.

"do not move!"

The hair dryer was about to hit Ye Xichen's head, so scared that Ling Qinghe hurriedly held her shoulders for fear of hitting her.

Ye Xichen immediately stopped his movements and made an expression of "I was wrong".

After stabilizing her sitting posture, she stretched out her hand again and stretched her claws towards the corner of the desk.

There was a stack of these books piled up there.

Opening one of the books, the title page reads "Ye Xichen, Class 1, Grade [-]".

This is the diary of "Ye Xichen".

From the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, there are a total of 10 notebooks.

It is filled with the little feelings of "Ye Xichen" when he was a student, densely packed.

What made Ye Xichen laugh uncontrollably just now was a short paragraph in the diary of the second semester of the third year of junior high school——

[In our class, there are two male gods.

One is the Mediterranean and the other is also the Mediterranean.

The less obvious Mediterranean is Lao Liu who teaches Chinese; the vast Mediterranean is Lao Li who teaches chemistry.

Recently, there was a sudden wind of uncles in the class. The little girls yelled at the wrinkled old man all day long, and they were addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves.

When Old Liu found out, he was heartbroken and took a special look at the photos of celebrities that he had collected from the girl's drawer.

"Not so handsome!"

Lao Liu flicked the photos, causing the girls in the class to cry and the boys to laugh.

Lao Liu, who was leaning on the podium, brushed his hair, and the bright Mediterranean Sea was immediately covered.

"Who am I with Chengbei Xu Gongmei?"

"Your beauty is so beautiful, how can Xu Gong be as good as you." The whole class said in unison.

Old Liu smiled confidently, "Of course, yes."

The classroom is full of cheerful air. 】

Next to this passage, there is also a cartoon version of the villain, who is closing his eyes and brushing his hair, in a very enchanting posture.

Probably "Ye Xichen"'s Chinese teacher Lao Liu.

Ye Xichen instantly felt that he had found a confidant - how cute is this cartoon villain!It reminded her of the drunk Li Bai in Chinese textbooks, Runtu in the moonlight, and all kinds of classic pictures that were spoofed.

Such an interesting diary made the memory of the original owner come alive in her mind.

She couldn't wait to open the second diary. Looking at the same delicate handwriting, the good mood just now disappeared bit by bit.

Ling Qinghe turned off the hair dryer and bent over.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Ye Xichen was not in a good mood.

Ling Qinghe was always sensitive to her emotional changes, but was even more curious about what was written in the notebook.

"Let me take a look." Holding Ye Xichen on his lap, Ling Qinghe put his arms around her, and looked at the notebook in his hand with her.

[April [-]st, sunny.

Day 242.

Threatened my deskmate and changed places with him.

Turn left 75 degrees, you can just see R's profile, like a girl walking out of a comic.

Envious of the textbooks on her desk, she can get 100% of her attention.

……

I heard that a young couple was caught in Mr. Yu's class. They were not only called parents, but also asked to write a 3000-word self-criticism and leave school for a week of reflection.

Should I have prepared the review ahead of time? 】

The two of them flipped through a few pages, all of which were "Ye Xichen"'s monologue to R, as well as worries about the future.

It can be seen that "Ye Xichen" still cares about Teacher Ye and Teacher Yu's views.

However, after reading the notebook in my hand, I couldn't find the views of the two teachers on this matter.

"Where's the diary of the third year of high school?"

"I didn't find it, neither the high school seniors nor the junior high school students."

Ye Xichen leaned her head against Ling Qinghe's neck, hugged her waist with her backhand, and said in a sullen tone.

"Qinghe, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Hey, I'm here." Ling Qinghe's hand ran down her back, stroking gently down one by one.

Ye Xichen hadn't gotten out of the emotions in the diary yet, her voice was full of sadness and regret, "Ms. Yu and Mr. Ye don't seem like people who will put pressure on my daughter..."

Ling Qinghe was noncommittal, "The first year of high school...it was already 12 years ago."

12 years is enough to change a person's opinion.Maybe Ye's father and Ye's mother back then were not as reasonable as they are today.

Putting the notebook away, Ling Qinghe pressed his face to Ye Xichen's, "Thinking in a better direction, maybe she's just scaring herself?"

"Hmm." She still believed that Teacher Yu and Teacher Ye were not that kind of people.

"good……"

Ling Qinghe didn't say any more, let her lean on quietly, and passed on the warmth of his body to her.

"Are you still suffering?"

"Well, it's much better now." She hasn't felt so uncomfortable for a long time, and it may be affected by the emotions left by the original owner.

She said silently in her heart, "Don't worry, Teacher Yu and Teacher Ye are both fine, and they won't blame you."

Ling Qinghe patted her head and handed her the hair dryer—as long as he was busy with something, Ye Xichen's mood always came and went quickly.

At this time, any language seemed pale and powerless, Ling Qinghe could only divert her attention.

"Hey, a little to the left."

"Come closer."

"The direction is wrong, it blew on my face."

Ye Xichen curled her lips, "You are asking too much. Teacher Ben Tony is the most professional and does not accept any doubts!"

"Yes, yes, I shouldn't order blindly." Ling Qinghe chuckled.

"It's almost the same... In the store, customers like you will be blacklisted."

"Really? Didn't you say that the customer is God?"

"That's a thing of the past." Ye Xichen looked arrogant, "There is only one industry standard now - appearance is justice. Teacher Ben Tony is so good-looking, of course he should listen to me."

"Teacher Tony is right, you are the prettiest."

Ling Qinghe framed her between his legs with a serious tone.

She raised her head, her normally cold face was now full of smiles, captivating her mind.

"This is a foul..." Sensing the scorching gaze from Ling Qing, Ye Xichen lost half of his strength.

"Hey, if you keep blowing like this, my hair will turn into dry grass." Ling Qinghe removed her little hand that deliberately blocked her view.

Ye Xichen blushed slightly, and frantically turned off the hair dryer.

Ling Qinghe smiled silently, spread out the palm she had just blocked her eyes, and lightly pecked on the palm.

"There's someone next door..." Ye Xichen's eyes wandered, and he unconsciously glanced towards the desk drawer.

Thinking of Teacher Yu's words at night, her ears also blushed.

"Ms. Ye said that the sound insulation effect of the house is good." Ling Qinghe stood up, pinched her ears, and turned off the light thoughtfully.

In the darkness, Ye Xichen heard the sound of a drawer being opened.

The heartbeat in the chest is particularly obvious in the dark night, and it is combined with the sound of breathing close at hand.

Ye Xichen snuggled into the arms of the person beside her.

Even though this is not the first time the distance is so close, her heart will still beat wildly because of a certain secret expectation.

Ling Qinghe has always been very gentle.

A deep kiss, so long that both parties temporarily lost the ability to speak.

Ye Xichen buried her face in the other's hair, took a deep breath, a smell called Qinghe made her feel hotter.

Ling Qinghe's hand lingered on her face repeatedly, and after each caress, he held her small face and plundered the air in her mouth again and again.

Ye Xichen closed her eyes, lifted her head from Ling Qinghe's hair, desperately sucking oxygen from the air.

Ling Qinghe seized the opportunity and extended her hot breath down to her collarbone.

Unlike face-to-face kisses, kisses that fall outside the lips are always so delicate and powerful.

Ye Xichen's consciousness gradually blurred, but she could still feel that every kiss left behind a mass of hot and humid traces.

Opposite to the vague consciousness is the extremely honest response of the body.

The clothes had long since disappeared, and the legs, which had gradually lost their strength, hung around Ling Qinghe's waist at some unknown time.

"Qinghe..." seems to cater to, but also seems to drive away.

"Good..." Ling Qing responded to her with a gentle voice, but the movements of his hands did not stop because of this.

In the dark, the sound of plastic being torn apart was exceptionally clear.

The legs on the body are also more tightly coiled...