Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Then there was a chaotic sound that sounded like a fight.

Moreover, being a good man seems to have lost again, and he is beating the ground with grievances.

Do all kinds of evil and sneer.

Song Lemo, hey, I feel distressed and want to laugh, her family's system is really delicate.

"If it's not finished, will it really go on forever?" Song Le asked hesitantly after a long time.

Do nothing but do business and said: "Yes."

"I'm not like this guy, I will definitely do what I say."

"And, after completing the task, you will be forced to return to the space within five days. Please remember to prepare in advance."

Hearing Wu Xi's categorical words, Song Le: "..." What to do, she suddenly wanted to beat the ground and cry bitterly.

This is so much a test of three views, she is vacillating between morality and mission.

As a result, in the end, I chose to accept it.

——Instead of being forced to accept it in the end, it is better to be determined to complete it.

Abandoning her own morality, Song Le fell into a wave of self-condemnation afterwards.

Until the end of get out of class, I returned to my seat with weak legs, and didn't dare to look at the task target next to me.

She calmed down quietly for a few seconds, turned her head and smiled, "Thank you for the pen." As she spoke, she handed over the pen.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xuan just glanced at her, then shook her head, said concisely, "Cleanliness."

"..."

Song Le was confused by his thoughtless words for a second, then understood, and blinked in disbelief—huh?

This, the implication is that because of his cleanliness, he doesn't want the pen anymore?

Hey, she didn't say that, this fountain pen, with its shiny and clean body and luster, seems to be expensive at first glance.

Just because she touched it, so, no more?

At that moment, for some reason, Song Le felt the strength of the boss.

She was stunned for a while, thanked again, and then turned her head silently.

In the next few classes, in order not to collapse, even if she didn't want to sleep, she didn't pay attention to the class.

Tilting her chin, she looked at Xia Xuan who was quietly listening to the class beside her.

In fact, his expression is not indifferent, at most he is expressionless, and his outline is a bit soft under closer inspection, but the habit of never saying more than three words, and the indifference that silently rejects people thousands of miles away, really makes people feel uncomfortable. People trembled.

Song Le was thinking about how to get close to him, when she saw Xia Xuan who was casually turning her pen and looking at the blackboard, she glanced at her faintly from the corner of her eye.

Well--

Song Le's whole body tensed up, feeling like being caught.

Although Xia Xuan was indifferent and only glanced at her, Song Le couldn't help feeling guilty and quickly looked back with that cold look that seemed to see through her.

After class, Song Le tried to chat a few more words, and even asked him a question without hesitating to discard the persona.

result.really.

Xia Xuan would not ignore it, but just said three words lightly: "Not suitable."

Another three words with no beginning and no end.

Song Le racked his brains to understand: This means that she is not suitable for that question, it is too difficult, and it is not suitable for her to explain that question, because she can't understand it anyway.

"..." Song Le was speechless.

How does this get her close...

It's hard to even understand a word from him, let alone the tape required in the mission is broken!

At the end of the day, when school was almost over, Song Le didn't have the courage to open up the chatterbox anymore, so she chose a dog leash.

With a deep sense of powerlessness lingering all over his body, Song Le finally opened the page of the mall.

Turning over one by one, all kinds of unheard of products came into view, such as 24-hour tracker, real-time broadcast, good feeling powder, mind reading...

Wait, mind reading?