Boyfriend Reaper [Quick Transmigration]

Revisiting high school life once again, for Xi, the feeling is still different.

Maybe it's because this time, I don't have to worry about food and clothing anymore, or maybe it's because of the learning atmosphere in this class.

In short, so far, Xi has not felt that he is very uncomfortable.

Time and experience endowed him with a strong ability to accept and digest, which allowed him to come to the present in a bad and complicated world alone.

Looking at the exercise book in front of him, Xi frowned.

"Button." There was a knock on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"Please come in." Xi turned his head slightly and said.

"Xiao Xi." Bai Yuan opened the door, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand, and walked in with a smile. When she saw the exercise books in front of Xi's desk, she frowned slightly: "I'm doing my homework." ? With so many, will you feel too much pressure?"

Xi shook his head. This can only be regarded as a normal amount of homework for high school students, and the class he is in seems to be a top student class. The teachers have stricter requirements, so naturally the homework will be heavier.

He thought that Bai Yuan let him into this class with such a purpose at the beginning, but now it seems that she didn't mean that.

Bai Yuan handed the milk to Xi, seeing Xi accept it obediently, thanked him, and said: "If you feel hard work and pressure, tell auntie, don't hold it in your heart."

After the failure of her previous marriage, she has never been married and has no children for many years. Taking over this child now is to take good care of this child as if she were her own.In addition, Xi was nothing to worry about from all aspects, so she was naturally afraid that he would say nothing in order to force herself.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, based on her years of experience in watching people, she can also see that Xi is the kind of child who swallows things by himself.

Xi didn't know that Bai Yuan was worried about him, but after hearing Bai Yuan's words, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

The hot milk in his hand, through the cup, also warmed his slightly cold palm.

"Yes, I know." He held the cup in his hand and replied in a low voice.

Bai Yuan patted him on the shoulder: "Go to bed early after finishing. Good night"

When Bai Yuan left, Xi looked at the warm milk in his hand, and after a while, he drank it slowly.

Such an environment, life, is different for him.

It was different from the cold one, only gray and dark before, but now, everything with warmth seems to penetrate into his soul through the gap.

Let him really feel that all this is different.

Under the light, the young man who was writing to solve the workbook looked calm, but revealed a sense of ease that had not appeared for many days.

Xi thought that after he had started to adapt to the current life, his life would go on peacefully like this.

However, a certain person, with an inexplicable persistence, began to get involved in his campus life.

After school library.

Having just returned from borrowing a book, looking at the lazy "I really want to sleep" person lying across from him, Xi couldn't help but start to think about when he had communicated so much with him that he In the past few days, the other party would appear and dangle beside him for no reason.

Holding the book, Xi sat back to where he was reading just now, after thinking about it, he decided not to pay too much attention to the person facing him.

Perhaps, he was thinking too much, and the other party just happened to appear where he appeared.

After thinking this way, Xi opened the book he had just found and began to read.

Not long after the progress at work, Xi has basically finished his homework quickly, and in his free time, he still chooses to spend it in the library as before, because there are few people here and it is quiet, and it is a place suitable for staying alone. The place.

Originally waiting for someone, Yan Zhan, who was almost asleep, moved his head in a half-dream, raised his eyes and saw Xi who was reading a book opposite, blinked, and muttered: "Reading again."

He sat up, stretched his waist, thought for a while, and finally decided to take the initiative: "Senior, what are you looking at?"

Otherwise, if this form continues, he will not wait for 800 years before the person in front of him will take the initiative to ask himself why he keeps meeting him by chance.

When Xi heard this sound, he paused, raised his eyes, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Yan Zhan liked this moment very much, and it was at this moment that Xi Cai set his sights on himself.

"Well, there's no need to doubt, you and I are sitting here, and I'm calling you, Senior Xi from Class [-] and [-]." Yan Zhan propped up half of his face, half-closed his pretty eyes.

Should we talk this time?Not to mention it is really going to suffocate people.

Xi paused, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

His voice was very soft, very faint, falling in Yan Zhan's ears, like spring water falling on a rock wall, with a special rhythm, one listened to it once, and it left a deep impression.

Yan Zhan couldn't help but think of the time when he passed by the second and third classes of high school in class, the voice of Xi being woken up by the teacher to read ancient poems came from inside.

That was the first time he heard Xi's voice, and it was also the first time he knew that when someone recited those ancient poems, they could exaggerate the poetic flavor that the ancient poems should have in such a profound way.

When he came back to his senses, Yan Zhan bit his lips and smiled, with a hint of evil in his smile: "Yes."

"What's the matter?" Although he didn't want to have more contact with Yan Zhan, the other party's attitude was polite, and he couldn't continue to ignore him like before, so Xi followed his words and asked.

Yan Zhan tilted his head slightly, looked at Xi and still smiled: "Senior, this is, finally willing to talk to me."

Xi didn't know what to answer, and looked at him silently.

When Yan Zhan was looked at by him like this, he always felt that his mood subtly improved: "I am Yan Zhan, senior should remember."

On the first day I transferred to another school, I heard your name from the teacher, and it was hard not to remember it.

Xi didn't speak, but turned his eyes away, avoiding Yan Zhan's gaze and said, "We don't know each other well."

"Unfamiliar?" Yan Zhan chewed on these two sentences, and said with a light smile, "If you're friends, you're acquainted."

"Next, we will be very familiar, very familiar." As if making some vow, Yan Zhan's tone was clearly firm.

Xi Buming looked at him, but was even more confused by the gloomy smile on his face.

Is this to be friends, or to be, enemies?

Although he was a little angry during the process, Yan Zhan thought this would be a good start for them to be friends, but Xi closed the book, nodded at him and said, "Sorry."

Hug, sorry?

A question mark appeared above Yan Zhan's head, before he could ask why, Xi had already put the book back and left the library directly.

Yan Zhan:...

It was the first time since Yan Zhan was born that he applied to be a friend and was rejected outright.

Yan Zhan didn't know whether he was angry or funny, or both.

Yes, yes, he really deserves to be someone he thinks he can do, and this rejection is very strong.

Yan Zhan, who failed to make friends, can be said to be in a very bad mood, and a little bit aggrieved.

Why reject him?

So the next day, everyone found that Yan Zhan was in a very bad mood. Seeing him not even sleeping and staring at the desk with his eyes open in class, everyone shuddered.

It was going to rain red or it was going to be hail. Yan Zhan, the sleepy god of the classroom for thousands of years, started to listen to the class seriously. Although his expression still seemed to be wandering, he didn't sleep!

The attendants were very worried when they thought of this, and after class, they ran to Yan Zhan and surrounded him to ask questions, but Yan Zhan gave them a look, and forced out one person to ask Yan Zhan: "Brother Zhan, are you doing well today?" Something's wrong?"

Yan Zhan turned the pen: "Why is something wrong?"

"You didn't listen to lectures when you were in class." The man spoke out the real question in his heart with a quick mouth.

And Yan Zhan didn't beat him up, but just glanced at him indifferently: "I like studying, I listen carefully, and I want to improve every day, why, can't I?"

The ending of the question that was picked up at the end has a terrifying feeling that you will be buried here if you say "no".

Everyone shook their heads in unison, indicating that you are happy.

Yan Zhan put down his pen: "Then hurry up and return to your seat, after class, don't block me from absorbing knowledge."

A few people returned to their seats, but they still turned their eyes to Yan Zhan from time to time, thinking: the first ten thousand years have to listen to the class seriously, can these ordinary people still live?

Not knowing what they were thinking, Yan Zhan turned his pen, still in a bad mood.

He couldn't sleep today, just by closing his eyes, he thought of the way Xi refused him to turn around and leave yesterday, and when he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It was as if the emotions that would explode when angry in the past were suppressed by him, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Yan Zhan had a gloomy face.

If you don't want to be friends, don't be friends. Who cares?

Yan Zhan raised his eyes, glanced at the door unintentionally, and paused.

The young man who walked by the door was slender and straight, which made people think of the hard-to-bend green bamboo.Under the fine black hair, she has a delicate and fair face. She is wearing a brand-new e-school uniform. At a glance, her demeanor is unbelievably cold and clean.

His gaze involuntarily followed the figure through the door and the windows of the corridor. Yan Zhan didn't look away until he disappeared.

The trembling that had been suppressed on the apex of my heart came up again.

What to do, maybe, he is really in love with it, and he has to be friends with him.

The author has something to say: Yan Zhan: I just want to be friends with my seniors, no one can stop me!

Xi: No appointment.

Yan Zhan: Crying.

As a delinquent, this time the apprentice has a long way to go after it~