Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

There are mountains in the extreme east, which are extremely magnificent.There is a lake on the top of the mountain, and the blue waves are boundless.There are people by the lake, and the sword rises and the clouds disperse.

The sword dancer was wearing a black gray long robe, with a curved collar hugging his neck, and a piece of jade-inlaid leather was tightly tied around his waist, which made him appear to be still small in stature.When he looked back, he saw his almond eyes wide open, and he looked like a young man.His long hair is still loose when he is close to the age of tying his hair. The jet-black hair dances with the wind as he moves, adding a bit of dance fun to the sharp sword move.

While dancing the sword, the boy rolled his eyes, secretly looking at the person behind him.

Behind him is a vaguely young man, standing facing the wind in a jade-like robe, with a slender figure hidden in a golden black shirt.Pointing to the sword on his waist, he watched his behavior intently, seeing the young man so absent-minded, he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't say a word.

The young man who was peeping at him saw his complexion was not good, and his moves were a little messy under the panic.When he was supposed to turn to the next pose, for some reason, a few strands of the long hair got entangled with the sword fringe at the corner of his clothes, and immediately hooked his figure and hindered him.

The boy was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, thinking that it would hurt to death.However, he felt a gust of wind on his side, and his whole body was hugged firmly.He blinked, couldn't help but smirked and rubbed his face against the flat and warm chest in front of him, raised his head and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"You know you're wrong." The voice of the elders around him was quite cold, like the cold water of a lake beside him.

"Teachers shouldn't be distracted while practicing swords." The young man raised his head, blinked his eyes at him, and quietly put both hands on his waist.

The master remained calm, Shan Yang pulled up a bunch of his hair and said: "It's good to shave off this miscellaneous hair."

"Eh?!" The young man was so busy that he raised his hands to protect his head, "Master, please spare Ah Wu this time! I will definitely tie my hair next time! Definitely!"

The master narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and said calmly, "How many times?"

"Uh..." the young man blinked and said, "This is the last time!"

Master never blamed him for being so shameless as usual.Today, I saw him frowning and sighing, and then he turned his hand around and grabbed all of his hair.The boy was so frightened that he hugged his waist and said: "Don't shave your head, don't shave your head!"

The master was unmoved, and said coldly: "Don't move."

The boy was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he didn't dare to move rashly.Unconsciously, his back became stiff, and the fingers grasping the master's waist couldn't help trembling slightly, as if tears were swirling in his eyes.

The master made some quick movements, Fang slightly tilted his head, looked him around for a while, then took a jade-like hairpin from his sleeve and inserted it for him: "You still don't let go?"

The boy was startled, blinked and touched the top of his head suddenly: "Master?"

There seemed to be a smile in the man's eyes: "If you don't like it, come back."

"Master, tie my hair..." The young man murmured in a daze, then turned around abruptly and leaned over to look at the lake.Looking left and right, he couldn't help but say, "Thank you, Master!"

His master was overjoyed by him for a while before coughing in a low voice: "From now on, you can't let your hair be disheveled when practicing swordsmanship, it's out of style!"

"Yes, yes!" The boy ran back laughing and stretched out his arms to hug him, "But I don't know how to do it myself, can Master—"

"Impossible." His master returned to his indifferent appearance, Shan stepped aside and said, "The seventh form that was sluggish before, do it one hundred times again."

"what?!"

"three hundred."

The young man didn't dare to say any more, he pouted his lips and stood up again, raising his sword.

When his master saw that he had finally practiced seriously, there was a bit of comfort in his eyes.But his eyes swept across the hairpin and looked towards the cloud, and his mind drifted away for a moment as if he remembered something.The young man had practiced twenty times and couldn't help but sneak a look at it again, but seeing that the master was not in the right mind, he was suspicious and didn't dare to do it again, so he had to shake his sword and continue to do it again.

Everyone has their own thoughts and don't say anything, only the sword energy whizzes through the air from time to time by the lake.

Finally finished practicing a hundred times out of breath, the young man stopped to look at the master with fear and anticipation.

"That's it."

The boy immediately ran over joyfully and said, "Thank you, Master!"

His master pursed his lips and frowned: "Lazy."

The boy blinked a little aggrievedly: "Yesterday was also a hundred times—"

"Wrong again and again, stupid beetle."

The young man lowered his head even more aggrieved: "My arm is sore, which affects my sword practice today."

"Excuse." His master paused before saying slowly, "Raise your hand."

The young man raised his hand hesitantly, and saw the master holding his wrist and gently stroking his upper arm, and immediately grinned pretendingly: "Sour—"

The master glanced at him, opened a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and applied the light blue ointment inside to his arm.

It is cool and cool with a bit of chilly fragrance, just like Master... The young man was not intoxicated for a long time, but the next moment his arms were really sore.

"Master!" The boy jumped up and down.

His master snorted: "Sour?"

The young man cried and said, "Don't dare to lie to Master again."

Another "hum".

The young man said pitifully: "Good master, I know I was wrong. This time, it is the waist and legs that are sore a hundred times, not the arms..."

His master raised his eyebrows: "How are you doing?"

The boy's eyes lit up: "Master hug!"

"……You are young?"

"I'm only 15!"

Silently thinking of his real age, the master paused: "It's still young..."

"Master hug!"

Regardless of Master's disgusted face, the boy who was finally hugged as he wished smiled foolishly.Carefully put his head on the master's shoulder, and seeing that he didn't object, he boldly rubbed against the side of his neck.

The clear smell surrounded his whole body, like the lake on the top of a mountain carrying the wind, with silent thoughtfulness and tenderness.

Can't help it, I want to rub it again.

rub……

Feng Wu opened his eyes and found that he was hugging someone and kept rubbing against him.It was dark and quiet in front of him, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

Just thinking about it gave me a headache, and I couldn't help grinning and hissing, and found an arm under my head.The nose is against a piece of soft cotton.Feng Wu blinked and recognized someone's chest.The open collar was crooked under his pressure, and the collarbone and a small piece of chest could be seen.I don't know if it was an illusion caused by too dark light, but Feng Wu always felt that his breath was blowing there and made it a little moist and red.After tentatively raising his head, he bumped into something, turned his head slightly and glanced up, it turned out to be someone's chin.

When he finally saw clearly who was hugging or was being hugged, Feng Wu froze for a moment.Wanting to cry but not crying in my head... Maybe the self who was still sleeping before is the real happiness.

His eyesight is too good to die, but is it too late to pretend to be blind now?

The slight breathing showed that Sunglasses 246 was in a deep sleep, which made Feng Wu, who was holding his breath, heaved a sigh of relief.Tentatively stepping back a little, I couldn't help but quietly raised my head to look at him again.

Finally, with those cold eyes closed, it made people feel much less stressed.Under the dim light, the two eyebrows on the deep eye frame became more and more eye-catching.The density is well-proportioned, smooth and unrestrained, as wanton and lively as a dragon riding the wind.

Feng Wu realized that his fingers were caressing his eyebrows uncontrollably, but he withdrew his hand in a hurry, but it happened to touch his cheek and land on the chin.Can't help thinking that he was once threatened by the other party pinching his chin, Feng Wu hummed twice and couldn't help pinching.After touching a little fibrous root, there was a strange tingling sensation at the fingertips, Feng Wu couldn't help touching it again.

The other party's thin lips were slightly pursed, and he moved a little uncomfortable, and his arms were also closed.

The whole body was attached to the opponent's body again, surrounded by the warm breath, the first thing that popped into Feng Wu's bewildered mind was, is the guy who looks so cold also warm...

He hesitated and didn't know where to put his hands, and felt that the arm around his waist was out of place.Twisted, but was hugged tightly by the dissatisfied hand, so he didn't dare to move casually anymore.

No matter how he turned his eyes, he couldn't help but see the chest in front of him, so Feng Wu had to close his eyes, and unconsciously fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was broad daylight and there was no one around me.

Feng Wu blinked and sat up blankly, looked at the completely unfamiliar furniture around him, looked down at the pajamas he didn't recognize, and a series of bullet screens whizzed through his mind: who am I, where am I, where am I going? Sitting here, what are you going to do next? Is there anyone else besides me? Where is the boundary of the universe? What is the meaning of life? Why am I still sitting here? Who is that guy who came in with a big bowl of noodles? It smells so delicious——

Slow!

Feng Wu blinked: "Ouyang Ting?! No, sunglasses 246!"

Seeing the little ghost jumping up like fur in front of him, Ouyang Ting's expression was not very good.

Whoever wakes up and finds himself being held tightly like an octopus, making it difficult to breathe, and the pajamas on his chest wet with what looks like saliva, will not be in a good mood.

"Why are you here?!" Feng Wu subconsciously grabbed the quilt to cover himself and jumped up to stand on the bed.

Ouyang Ting glanced at him: "My house."

Feng Wu looked at him with a fake smile and trembled: "What?"

"this is my house."

"Fuck! What did you do to me?!" Feng Wu was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Ouyang Ting narrowed his eyes, turned around and went out.

Go back, you should leave your face!

Feng Wu's eyes widened, and certain clips flashed through his mind: Celebration banquet... Zhan Jun greeted some bigwigs beside Ouyang Ting...drinking...drinking a lot of wine...the bathroom...someone asked Ouyang Ting to take a room ... wait!

Feng Wu threw away the quilt and rushed out, seeing Ouyang Ting sitting at the restaurant table eating with chopsticks, he immediately shouted: "Scumbag!"

Ouyang Ting didn't even give him the corner of his eye, and continued to eat noodles leisurely.

Feng Wu stood in front of him with his waist in his arms, and was about to speak righteously to do justice for the heavens, when his stomach groaned with embarrassment.

Ouyang Ting twitched between his eyebrows: "...the bathroom is on the left."

Feng Wu uttered an uh, and seeing Ouyang Ting looking at him with complicated eyes like "You want to go to the dinner table without washing up, how careless are you to rebel? This is my house", he couldn't help but blush Roared: "I'm clean!"

"... Oh." Ouyang Ting felt that he still had confidence in this guy's IQ, and he probably hadn't woken up yet.

Feng Wu angrily turned around and rushed to the bathroom, washed up and sat down again, picked up another bowl and ate it while glaring at people.

Feast on the wind and clouds.

Feng Wu who put down his chopsticks was so satisfied that he wanted to hiccup, he touched his belly and sighed: "It's delicious."

Ouyang Ting sat on the side and watched him finish eating before he got up and took two sets of bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.Feng Wu was stunned, this bastard had already finished eating, could it be...waiting for him?

Involuntarily followed, Feng Wu leaned against the door frame to see this guy standing and washing dishes with a serious face and said: "Sunglasses 246."

Ouyang Ting snorted and didn't look back.

Feng Wu thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry."

Ouyang Ting glanced at him: "Which one?"

Feng Wu was stunned, and lowered his head even more lost momentum: "At least, at least you were at home last night."

Ouyang Ting turned around and rolled his eyes: "Don't judge me by your standards."

Feng Wu looked down at the floor: "You, do you really like Ah Jun?"

Ouyang Ting suddenly felt a little difficult to answer when the hand washing the dishes paused.

do you like it?It's just a mission, and the opponent is just a mandatory attack target.

To be or not to be is the sword of Damocles hanging above the head, and the truth will always be hidden behind the clouds and mists.What he was thinking about all the time was the source and meaning of this mission.If this strategy mission of traveling through time and space is not child's play but meaningful, then why is it in such a situation, and why are these people encountered.Unable to get more information from the world itself and the system 1030, he can only work hard to complete the task in order to know more.

But some inexplicable problems that suddenly occurred last night forced him to face up to another problem—the person in front of him who was clearly difficult to explain with a "system bug".

Feng Wu waited for a while but didn't hear an answer, he raised his head quietly but saw the other party staring at him.The dark eyes stared at him without any emotion. The moment their eyes met, he turned his head and put the clean bowl on the drainer.

Feng Wu pursed his lips and asked again: "Do you like Ah Jun?"

Ouyang Ting washed his hands and walked past him: "You always care about this."

"Ah Jun is my brother!" Feng Wu grabbed his sleeve.

Ouyang Ting stood still and looked down at him slightly.The same face, different personalities in each world, but every time he is doing the work of destruction.Maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally, but... after all, they are not along the way.

Ouyang Ting looked at him with a cold expression: "It's none of your business."

"You!" Fengwu felt bitterness at the corner of his mouth for some reason, but he stiffened his neck and yelled at him unconvinced, "Ah Jun is so good, you are not worthy of him! Don't think that you can do whatever you want as the boss!"

Ouyang Ting frowned, and forced himself to turn his attention back to the "real" him in this world: "It's none of your business."

"Why is it none of my business! It's none of my business!" Feng Wu raised his hand and grabbed his collar and glared at him viciously.

"Do you like Zhan Jun?" Ouyang Ting said indifferently, seeing his stunned face and then shaking his head desperately, he laughed and said, "You don't like him, don't you like me?"

Feng Wu was so shocked by the last four words that his brain ached again, and he couldn't help shouting: "Master likes you? Bah!"

"Then stay away from me." Ouyang Ting pushed his hand away and left, "Ask Zhang Yang to pick you up—"

Feng Wu pushed him away, smashed the door and ran away.