Volunteer to be a male supporting role [Quick Transmigration]

This inexplicable feeling in his heart made Zhao Linhan bury his head in the pillow unnaturally. As a result, because he was too busy doing the questions before, he felt very sleepy after lying down for a while, and fell asleep earlier than usual.

The next day, he climbed out of bed refreshed with his messy hair, sat at the table and finished breakfast under Bai Jing's surprised eyes, and even read a book for a while.

"Aren't you busy today?" Bai Jingren was originally in the kitchen, and his voice clearly fell into Zhao Linhan's ears through the glass doors in the kitchen and living room.

He who was reading a book froze suddenly.

Only then did he remember that he didn't sleep well before, fearing that she would worry, he would leave in a hurry every morning, looking as if he was too busy.

Bai Jing wondered why she was so busy in the first year of senior high school, but thinking about it, it is a key middle school, and it is also a top class, so it is understandable that the tasks are heavier.So I always change ways to give him delicious food, hoping to help him supplement his nutrition.

Zhao Linhan put the book down and patched the loopholes guiltyly: "Fortunately, it's not too busy."

"But I should go too, Mom, see you tonight."

"Wait." Bai Jing stopped him, walked up to him with a bag, and looked at him with a smile: "You take this bag with you. It contains the steamed dumplings and soy milk I prepared. You..."

Zhao Linhan thought she was busy and confused: "Mom, I already had breakfast."

"I know." Bai Jing said, "This is not for you, but for Xiao Zheng."

Zhao Linhan: !?

Bai Jing put the bag in his hand, and said with emotion: "Little Zheng is really kind, he has helped us a lot during this time, and last night he spent precious time to familiarize you with the surrounding environment. He wasted so much We should all thank you for your energy and reason. I informed him about this last night, remember to bring this breakfast to others, so as not to make him hungry."

Zhao Linhan: ...

He took it with a heartbroken heart, and really wanted to say to Bai Jing: Mom, you are pushing your son into the fire pit.

You don't need to think about it, once you send breakfast, he will be famous again.Besides, where did he get familiar with the environment last night, it was clearly to solve the trouble he caused him.

Zhao Linhan thought about what happened last night in his heart for a long time, but he didn't dare to tell Bai Jing the truth about last night, so he had to accept it sullenly.

Isn't it just to be famous again, and don't worry about having too much debt, Zhao Linhan broke the pot and walked towards the senior three teaching building aggressively.

It's like asking for debt.

This was the subconscious reaction of the eldest brother sitting at the door in Class [-], Senior Three.

The seniors were busy from morning to night, and had no time to eat melons. They didn't know much about the scandal that shocked the whole school yesterday, and they didn't know Zheng Ranfei's attitude.According to the usual habit of studying gods, he will not accept these things, and no one dares to help pass them on.But the eldest brother saw that Zhao Linhan was good-looking, so he didn't directly refuse.

In the face of beauty, people will always soften their hearts.

The eldest brother yelled into the classroom, and then said to Zhao Linhan: "Don't be too sad, Xueshen doesn't accept anything, it's the same for anyone who comes."

He sighed as he spoke, and it seemed that comforting people had become a habit, and he didn't think about it after he finished speaking.

Because of this, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

Zheng Ranfei walked to the door, glanced at the green bag in his hand, remembered what Bai Jing said last night, and he knew it.

"breakfast?"

Zhao Linhan gave a "hmm", tried his best to ignore the surprise or surprised sights around him, and handed him the bag in his hand.

There is a box of steamed dumplings and a thermos cup inside the fresh and eye-catching green environmental protection bag, which looks a lot like a loving breakfast given by couples.

The eyes of those who eat melons are bright, and they can't wait to stare at that bag.

Zheng Ranfei saw what was inside clearly, smiled and said "thank you" to Zhao Linhan.

Because of his words, Zhao Linhan, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped again, thought for a while, and added: "Eat while it's hot."

"My mother is very good at crafting."

After speaking, he hurried to the teaching building of the first year of high school, but the stiff steps seemed to be fleeing in a hurry.

Zheng Ranfei who stayed at the door for a while thought: It's so cute.

After returning to the classroom, Zhao Linhan didn't even bother to notice how many people were gossiping about him, so he took out a math paper and started to study the questions.Song Rong, who was sitting in front of him, looked at it and was speechless inwardly.Sure enough, he is the gossip target of the god of learning, and he is strong in learning.

At the end of the lunch break at noon, the head teacher, Lao Yang, came over to look at them and said one thing: "Students, our high school life is on the right track in a blink of an eye. I believe you have adapted to high school life..."

Ordinary students who have only been in school for a day: If you have the ability, please say it again.

Dare to be angry and dare not speak out, they listened to Lao Yang eloquently talking about a lot of chicken soup about youth and struggle, then changed the subject and brought up today's business: "running blackboard newspapers is a fine tradition that has been passed down in our country for hundreds of years, and it can show our students Positive mental outlook. Our school’s practice is to check the blackboard newspaper at the beginning of the month. This is the first month, which is of great significance. Are there any students who want to participate?”

No one raised their hands. The people in the first class are all smart. They have figured out how many test papers they will have to take on average every day in the future.

Lao Yang continued to encourage: "Is there any classmate who can draw? This is a good opportunity to show."

Still no one raised their hands, Lao Yang looked at the pile of black heads below, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Ghosts believe that no one in a class can draw.

He knew why these guys didn't want to, it was nothing more than freshman year of high school, he felt that the big exam was far away from him, he was not fully nervous yet, he didn't like to study from morning to night, he always wanted to play.He usually doesn't push too hard, it's just that there is always someone to do something like a blackboard report.

Just as he was about to mobilize again, he saw a hand lazily stretched out from the corner.

It was Zhao Linhan, who had nothing to do left and right, and his homework progress was far ahead of others, so he simply took this matter down.

Lao Yang was overjoyed, and asked a girl in the class who could write well to help him, and the matter was settled like this.

During the class break, the squad leader went to Lao Yang to give him a standard instruction manual. Zhao Linhan didn't delay, and started to prepare with the draft he drew casually.

He first used a capacitive pen to draw a background on the screen that acts as a blackboard at the back. After thinking about it, he drew two students carrying schoolbags, which fit the theme of this period of youth.

In order to train students, the school's blackboard newspapers need them to do it by themselves, and a blackboard newspaper can make people exhausted.Fortunately, Zhao Linhan's movements were fast and his hands were steady, so it didn't take much trouble.

When it was time to rest in the evening, a prototype could already be seen.Xia Yingying, the girl who was running the blackboard newspaper with him, looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the headline she had just started, and was afraid to speak.

When Song Rong came back from dinner, when he saw what he drew, he was so surprised that he just wanted to blow rainbow farts.

"Brother Zhao, you are so awesome. Where did you learn it? I will apply for one when I have time later."

In his eyes, every movement of Zhao Linhan is freehand and chic, as if he has become Zhao Linhan's new little fan.

"So fucking handsome!"

Zhao Linhan's hands froze, he didn't know what to think of, and there was no happy look on his face.

"I didn't sign up for any classes, I just spent three months painting exclusively."

Song Rong didn't notice that he was in a bad mood, and exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up after listening to it: "My brother Zhao is too good, this perseverance, this talent, a proper genius!"

"Maybe you are the next Leonardo Da Vinci, brother Zhao, give me an autograph? Then you will be famous in the future, and I can still talk about it."

The corner of Zhao Linhan's mouth twitched meaningfully, and said, "I'm free."

Xia Yingying next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and directly yelled at Song Rong: "Can I stand on one side when I have nothing to do? Don't make trouble."

Haven't written for a long time without watching the big touch?Get in the way without knowing it.

Song Rong was pushed aside by her, returned to his seat in despair, and began to think hard about the problem on the seat.

Although the people in the first class are all Xueba, there is still a difference between Xueba and Xueba.Like Song Rong, he belongs to the category that is a bit difficult to follow.

Whether it is speaking or writing questions, it is a bit too fast for them, and they have to spend more time in private.

Zhao Linhan belongs to the relatively idle category. He sits on a high stool and will be dazed, his long legs point to the ground, and he is enviably thin.

After Xia Yingying finished writing the title, she went to look at the background of his painting, and couldn't help admiring it.

She admired it quietly for a while, then turned her head to talk to Zhao Linhan, but was suddenly taken aback when she noticed the door.

The influential figure in the third year of high school was waiting at the door, admiring Zhao Linhan's paintings just like her.

Xia Yingying felt that the world was somewhat magical, as if she had witnessed an impossible miracle.

But looking back, Zhao in her class is so outstanding, it's not incomprehensible for the gods to move the heart.

"Zhao Linhan, someone is looking for you."

Zhao Linhan heard the words and looked towards the door, only to find that it was Zheng Ranfei.

At this time, he was no longer as afraid of getting involved with him as he was at the beginning. He jumped off the high stool, walked to the door a few steps, and raised his eyebrows to look at this third-year student who didn't study hard.

"Why did you come here?"

Zheng Ranfei handed him the green bag and said, "Send something, by the way, remember to thank Aunt Bai for me."

He paused as he spoke, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, too."

Zhao Linhan took it and complained subconsciously: "You have a conscience."

Class was about to start, Zheng Ranfei didn't say anything, and praised him for his beautiful drawing, before leaving, he said: "Luo Xitong will go back with you in the evening, remember to wait for him after class is over."

Zhao Linhan was taken aback, and was about to ask why, when the class bell rang.He had no choice but to swallow the question in his stomach, silently watching Zheng Ranfei run away.After the third quarter's evening self-study get out of class, Song Rong rushed out like crazy as usual.Zhao Linhan turned the pen in his hand, and rarely got up.

Anyway, I have to wait for Luo Xitong to find him first, so don't worry.

After he finished writing the question in his hand, he took out a few question books from the drawer and stuffed them into his schoolbag. As soon as the zipper was closed, an uninvited guest who was supposed to continue his self-study arrived.

Zhao Linhan went outside the door, and walked out of the school with him. He was used to going home alone for a while, and he felt uncomfortable no matter what.

Luo Xitong was even more uncomfortable than him, looking at him from time to time, sighing every time.

Zhao Linhan was inexplicably looked at by him: "Are your eyeballs glued?"

Luo Xitong sighed faintly: "I hope so, if I can glue the eyeballs to you, I can know when you two hooked up behind my back."

The corners of Zhao Linhan's mouth twitched because of the "hook-up" he said, and he silently took a step to the side, pretending that he didn't know each other.

Luo Xitong was even more sad.

Zhao Linhan glanced at him, and couldn't stand his look like a wronged little daughter-in-law. He was so big, and this kind of expression really didn't suit him.

I reflected on whether I was going too far and actually forced people to this point.He walked to Luo Xitong's side again, and walked out of the school gate accompanied by the stunned eyes of a group of students.

The guard stopped Luo Xitong when he was going out, Zhao Linhan finally couldn't help asking, "Are you busy today?"

Luo Xitong said, "It's okay."

Zhao Linhan wondered: "Then why don't you go to self-study?"

Luo Xitong blew the leave note and said with a smile: "You don't understand this, I am the privilege of the second grade."

What about the first grade?Zhao Linhan subconsciously thought of this.Thinking of Zheng Ranfei's attitude, he always felt weird in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too much about it.

Luo Xitong took the leave slip back after showing it off, but was stunned when she turned her head.

"Damn it, is that the new Moon Chaser this year? This is a super luxury car that was out of print right after it went on sale!"

This is beyond the scope of being rich. You have to be very rich, and you have to be rich enough to have privileges to buy this kind of car.

Luo Xitong swallowed silently and made a sound of envy.

Zhao Linhan followed his voice and looked to the other side. After seeing the people waiting at the door of the car, the blood on his face faded instantly, leaving only paleness.

What is he doing here! ?