When a straight man transmigrates into a book and becomes a male protagonist of a tanmei novel

When Jiang Lang was woken up by the alarm, Li Jingluo was still covered with a quilt in an orderly manner, and slept soundly on Jiang Lang's bed.

Jiang Lang turned off the alarm, walked over, and patted Li Jingluo's face impolitely.

His movements are full of posture, and those who don't know it may think that he is slapping Li Jing.

"Get up! Get up!" Jiang Lang began to rub Li Jingluo's face with the movements of his hands, "I'm going to be late in half an hour!"

Li Jingluo's eyes were sleepy, he hummed vaguely, and lay on the bed for 5 minutes under Jiang Lang's inhuman torture.

Jiang Lang insisted on this matter and laughed at Li Jingluo for two weeks.If Li Jingluo hadn't threatened the embarrassing video of Jiang Lang falling asleep in front of his house the last time he was drunk, Jiang Lang would probably keep talking about it for the rest of his life.

Jiang Lang couldn't understand, "Why did you still have time to record videos at that time?"

Li Jingluo replied calmly: "I record videos anytime and anywhere."

In the Zhou Mao incident not long ago, it was also because Li Jing recorded the video of Meng Rui bullying and scratching Zhou Mao that he was able to escape successfully.

The reason why Zhou Mao did not point out the serious murderer, but intentionally framed Li Jingluo is unknown.

Because Zhou Mao changed classes and changed dormitories, he immediately detoured when he saw people from Class [-].

Time deliberately slowed down, and the autumn sports meeting in Fuqing came before the midterm exam.

Fuqing is really a clear stream in general high schools. The teachers are passive in grading papers, but they are particularly concerned about the sports meeting. They are extremely busy with election cards, flag selection, formation of square teams, class uniforms, and registration.Teacher Shi even donated three Chinese lessons, which were specially used to discuss matters related to the sports meeting with the whole class.

Regarding this, Jiang Lang felt that he might have attended a fake school.

Students in the first and second grades of senior high school took the class as a unit, and the Liefang team walked around the school, and then sat down in order on a circle of colorful steps around the Fuqing plastic playground.

As soon as Jiang Lang sat down, he was taken aback by the sudden change of students on the school announcement.

A female announcer with a voice several times louder than Lin#ling began to give a speech for Fuqing's autumn sports meeting: "In this season of cool autumn wind and sweet-scented osmanthus, we ushered in the first year of Fuqing Middle School"

Qian Liang, who was sitting on Jiang Lang's left, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "This voice is too attractive."

Jiang Lang couldn't agree more, he frowned and said "Hey" and said, "If someone around me dares to talk like that, I'll go up and slap him in the face."

Qian Liang: ""

Qian Liang: "You don't understand the world of straight men, we just like this kind of voice, only homosexuals like you can't stand it."

Jiang Lang beat Qian Liang unceremoniously, "You're gay."

"???" Qian Liang, who was suddenly beaten, looked confused, "Aren't you the one?"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Liang was roughly stuffed with snacks by Jiang Lang, and received a vicious warning, "Besides, I will just stuff it without unpacking it."

"Everyone knows I'm gay, only I know I'm straight," Jiang Lang sighed melancholy, followed Li Jingluo to the plastic track.

The first event of this sports meeting is the 100-meter sprint for the sophomore men.

Li Jingluo had already changed into the uniform of the school and stood on the starting line to warm up.

Today's wind is not too small, and it blows the originally loose competition uniform to Li Jingluo's waist, outlining a nearly perfect line.

Jiang Lang nodded and praised: "Yes. My brother's waist is really pretty."

Qian Liang rolled his eyes: ""Damn it, you're gay.

The students who just took their seats were very restless, surrounded by noisy chatter and changing seats, and almost no one paid attention to the first game.

Jiang Lang's eyes were fixed on the track.

The 100 meters is too short, and there is hardly a big distance between the contestants, but Jiang Lang concentrated on distinguishing the first person who ran to the finish line with his naked eyes.

Not Li Jingluo.

He took a bottle of water and ran out to pick up his precious baby brother.

After running the explosive 100-meter race, Li Jingluo didn't even feel angry, breathless, and didn't even sweat a lot. He didn't run seriously at first glance.

On the contrary, Jiang Lang, who jumped all the way down from more than a dozen steps, looked a little more tired.

So Li Jingluo took the mineral water in Jiang Lang's hand, unscrewed it, and handed it to Jiang Lang's mouth.

Jiang Lang was unhappy: "Which one of us will pick up who? I won't drink."

Li Jingluo: "You drink first. The water you drank is delicious."

The dean, who was sitting on the first row of steps: "" I think they are in a relationship and want to catch them, but it seems that their gender is not right.

At this moment, Jiang Lang faintly sensed that something was wrong with Li Jingluo.

He felt that Li Jingluo seemed a little too attentive to him, as if he was pursuing him.

But he thought about it.

Was he being attentive to Li Jingluo?

attentive.

So do you want to pursue Li Jingluo?

No.

He, Jiang Lang, is a straight, straight man.And a little homophobic.

So relieved.

After all, in the eyes of his classmates, Jiang Lang likes men.If Li Jingluo is also interested in Jiang Lang, and seeing that Jiang Lang treats him so well, even if he doesn't consciously confess, then he has to throw himself into his arms, right?

So, no matter how you think about it, it is wrong.Jiang Lang felt that it was better not to be too sentimental, lest he would not be able to be a brother.

Jiang Lang finally took a few sips of the water.

After leading Li Jingluo back to Class Three's territory, Jiang Lang severely criticized Li Jingluo's passive attitude towards the game.

Jiang Lang: "You didn't even catch your breath after running, and you didn't run well when you saw it. This is a manifestation of your lack of collective honor."

"Yo, I don't think Jingluo is breathing." Hearing this, Qian Liang shook his wits again, "Come on, Jingluo, your brother wants to hear you panting, so hurry up and put it in his ear for a few breaths, or he will hold back broken."

"I***"

Jiang Lang was watching Li Jingluo talking, when he heard Qian Liang speak yellow accent behind him, he turned around and hit Qian Liang hard.

Li Jingluo took a sip, drank water slowly, and said, "I'm going to run four thousand men soon. That counts as ten points. I'll save my strength to run that."

"And." Li Jingluo recalled the word "Yang Sihong" in the men's one thousand and five one column on the sports meeting registration form, took another sip, and the words changed again: "There is a very explosive man in 100 meters. Sportsman, even if I try my best to run, I can't compare to him."

"Brother." Li Jingluo smiled sweetly, "My sense of collective honor is actually quite strong."

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