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

That boy just now...does he look somewhat similar to Lu Zhizhi?

Song Le had doubts in his heart, pursed his lips, followed Lu Zhizhi silently, and walked back to the flat stone road.

Along the way, the disgusted and resisted eyes of that strange boy remained in his heart, lingering.

"Leer, Leer."

It wasn't until Lu Zhizhi's bewildered call sounded several times that she finally regained her senses.

"what happened?"

"What's Le'er thinking? I've called you many times."

Song Le paused and said softly to him: "It's nothing, I'm a little hungry."

The little girl blinked, her eyes were white and soft, and her cheeks were slightly puffed up, which made Lu Zhizhi's heart melt.

"Then I'll get someone to cook for you."

"it is good."

"By the way, brother Zhizhi," Song Lehu called him again, still wanting to make indirect remarks, and asked cautiously:

"I just saw a person who looks a bit like you, and is about the same height as you..."

It is indeed similar.

The profile, in retrospect, is almost exactly the same.

Unexpectedly, before she asked, Lu Zhizhi was a little startled when he heard the words, and his expression turned ugly in an instant.

Resolutely said: "Le'er, you must have read it wrong."

"I read it wrong……?"

"Ah."

Looking at the past again, Lu Zhizhi still had that gentle and sunny appearance, raised his hand to touch her head, and said with a comforting smile:

"I read it wrong. Le'er, don't think about it, she must be hungry."

Song Le was stunned, feeling strange that he was so certain, and after a while he nodded blankly and agreed.

That's how it went.

But the palpitation of being stared at secretly did not disappear, and reappeared after a short period of time.

On this day, Song Le sat on the cushion in the gazebo, waiting for Lu Zhizhi to leave school.

Because he was waiting to listen to the zither, he ordered the palace servants to fetch the zither, and now he is trying to fiddle with it.

But chillingly, that peering discomfort returned.

She couldn't bear it anymore, she pursed her lips and got up, and walked quickly towards the dark corner covered by dense flowers and plants.

"stop!"

Seeing that boy was about to run away again, Song Le grabbed him quickly and asked.

"Who are you? Why are you following me secretly?"

"Let go." The thin and weak boy said coldly without answering.

"Don't let it go, unless you answer me first!"

"..."

After standing for a long while, Song Le's attitude did not soften at all, and she was deeply disturbed by it, which was also inexplicable.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Either you stop staring at me secretly, or you tell me what your purpose is."

The little girl's strength was beyond his imagination, but the soft scolding was not intimidating at all, it only made people feel cute.

The young man bit his lip and raised his head suddenly.

Song Le was still in anger, so he looked at a handsome and childish face.

She was thrown into place suddenly, but not only because of this, but also because of that face, aside from some embarrassing scars, it was exactly the same as Lu Zhizhi.

Eyebrows, contours, body shape.It can almost be said to be carved out of the same mold.

Double, twins?

A loss of consciousness gave the young man an opportunity to take advantage of him. He quickly pulled his hand and fled away quickly.

Staring blankly at the back of the boy going away, Song Le suddenly wondered: If they are twins, why do they seem to be treated so differently?

But the person had already left, and Lu Zhizhi didn't want to say anything, so the question could only be unknown.

With such an astonishing discovery in mind, Song Le was so absent-minded when playing the guzheng that he accidentally scratched the pulp of his left index finger by the strings halfway through.

Blood oozes out in an instant——