Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Sun Qiao grabbed the chalk head that was flying towards his head with a 'swoosh', and the snow-white chalk was firmly sandwiched between the slender index finger and middle finger. " exclaimed.

"Fuck... who is it?" Sun Qiao moved his neck and shook the 'hidden weapon' in his hand, his eyes were lowered, his tone was lazy, and he was deeply sleepy.

Outside the window is green and full of vitality.

"Sun Qiao!! Come to my office after class!"

The sincere roar made Sun Qiao wake up a little bit. He opened his eyes and was a little dazed. Before he could figure out the short chalk in his hand, the wooden chair sitting under his buttocks was kicked several times by the people behind him. , Sun Qiao turned his head sideways to look behind him, lowered his voice, "Does it take too long?"

Mencius Yu couldn't bear to hold back his laughter, his face blushed and his neck was rough, "My mother... Boss, you can be more careful, I wonder if this old guy likes to invite parents the most..."

"...I told you to leave last night, but you still didn't want to leave. When did you come back..."

The eyes of the messy surroundings turned to the owner of this body, and the people on the podium patted the table again. Sun Qiao turned his neck, ignored the nagging behind him, and looked out the window, and the dense green leaves were reflected in his eyes , a bit of dark green with light in its mouth swayed in the pupils.

It's just past spring.

[Brother Tong, data. ]

Numbers and words appeared in Sun Qiao's mind in the form of a document. The layout was pleasing to the eye, and it just filled one page. Sun Qiao browsed through ten lines at a glance, and finished reading it in a few seconds. The corners of his mouth twitched, [The obsession is very deep this time? . ]

[Okay, are you satisfied? ]

Sun Qiao smiled, [I'm doing business, don't worry Brother Tong. ]

Looking at the photo in the upper right corner of the document, a consciousness flashed in Sun Qiao's mind, and the photo magnified in front of his eyes. Sun Qiao's eyes followed the outline of the person for a few seconds, and subconsciously tapped his fingers on the desk. Then he closed the data page, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

His name is Sun Qiao, and he makes a living by completing other people's commissions. Brother Tong is responsible for conveying the commission to him. The commissioner can make any request. The higher the request, the greater the price he will pay.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Sun Qiao ignored the teacher's angry eyes, pushed back the chair with a 'stab', stood up, and walked in front of Pan Lin. Sun Qiao is a man of the school, noisy and handsome , when he stopped next to Pan Lin, the people sitting next to Squad Leader Pan were about to turn into petrification. They looked at Sun Qiao with their mouths open, stunned.

"Damn it!?" Mencius Yu, who came out of the tool room with a basketball, also looked confused, and patted the shoulder of the female classmate who was writing the paper under him, "What's the situation?"

The female classmate who was asked also looked confused and shook her head, "Hen."

Sun Qiao was self-conscious, and without lowering his head, he glanced sideways at the stunned Pan Lin's deskmate, retracted his chin, and stood up with a smile on his face, "Boss, sit down, sit down..."

Seeing this, Pan Lin frowned, and his handsome brows formed a tiny wrinkle. He flipped through the preview textbook, but didn't speak.

It wasn't until the entire desk sank that Pan Lin raised his head from the ocean of knowledge. Sun Qiao's strong hands were propped on the edges of Pan Lin's desk, and the muscles of his forearms were neat and beautiful. Extending upwards along the elbows, and hiding them in the short sleeves of the blue and white school uniform, he has the kind of aura that is very imposing among people of the same age. His handsome appearance and unruly personality make him a man of the day on campus. The key point is that Pan Lin put his hands quietly on both sides of the textbook, his obsidian eyes were isolated by the cold lens, he raised his head, and questioned the boy in front of him with his eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" Pan Lin asked.

"Ah, something to do." Sun Qiao replied.

The students around raised their ears in unison, and the gossip in their hearts was about to turn upside down, and a forum could be established in minutes.

"Student, do you want to play basketball?"

People around: WTF! ?

For some reason, Pan Lin felt a little relieved, but also felt displeased with his own reaction, and subconsciously frowned again. He withdrew his eyes, pursed his lips and turned a page of his book, "Don't type." He was very cold.

[counsel. ]

[Fuck you. ]

Sun Qiao grabbed his head, straightened up and walked out of the classroom. Mencius Yu followed from a distance with a basketball in his hand, "Hey Brother Qiao, wait for me, can't you start class yet?"

Pan Lin had no intention of listening to these conversations that meant nothing to him, but his excellent hearing still allowed him to hear the boy's slightly lazy answer, "Fart, fuck up."

The unsurprising answer, rolling his black eyes downward, Pan Lin stared at the numbers and symbols in the textbook, silently twitching the corners of his mouth.

After school time, Sun Qiao rejected the invitation of some friends, and walked out in the opposite direction under the flattery and teasing of a group of people. He still had a cigarette that was lighted for him by some brother in his mouth, and walked all the way. I have already smoked more than half of the cigarette, but the small half of the cigarette butt sticks out. Sun Qiao took a deep breath on the cigarette. It tastes good, and it should be quite expensive. Short black hair.

I didn't expect this guy to be very good at playing. At his young age, women rushed up one after another. Sun Qiao clicked his tongue twice and walked forward with his blue school uniform trouser pocket, which was the opposite of the students. The direction attracted the attention of many people.

[The client's obsession is still deep. ]

[That's that, that's that," Sun Qiao echoed, [Let's bring more rich men like this, don't be like the last world, he's called poor. ]

The background of Sun Qiao’s last mission was 1 years in the future, in the interstellar world, he counterattacked from a scavenger hunt, and successfully won the love of others. The rival is still a royal family who wants what he wants, what a joke If others know about it, they may have to ask, "Brother, what are you doing so hard? There is ONEPIECE in front of you!?"

But the person who asked the question was not Sun Qiao, nor Brother Tong.

[Come on, do it seriously, whether you can continue to live depends on this group of people. ]

[Be your cheerleaders. ]

Sun Qiao sneered with his nose, but didn't reply.

The client usually chooses the price to pay after making a request, and the price must be a certain part of their body. There are also people who entrust small tasks, but are willing to sacrifice their entire body as a sacrifice, but Brother Tong has always been rigorous in his work. No matter the price, I have never been sloppy.

[What did we get this time? ]

[all. ]

[Ha,] Sun Qiao snorted and snuffed out the cigarette butt with his hand, [I said why is this kid so dangling. ]

All—meaning that the client chooses to use the whole body as the price. According to the regulations, the flesh and blood will be turned into property banknotes, the hair will be turned into reputation, the skeleton will be turned into background family, knowledge will be turned into various bonuses, as for the soul, It will be thrown into Brother Tong's mouth and become the spiritual pillar for him and Sun Qiao to survive.

The client this time wanted Pan Lin to be happy.

That's great, Sun Qiao threw away his cigarette butt and sighed. His slender body was dressed in an ordinary blue and white school uniform, straight and flamboyant, but his lazy posture was like a bright landscape. Sun Qiao walked towards Pan Lin's direction. It's great to walk over—he couldn't help sighing again, Pan Lin, chewing the two words over and over in his mouth, this is a young man who makes people willing to risk their lives for happiness.

From a distance, Pan Lin saw a slender figure walking towards him. His heart, which was very irritated because of the lost things and finally calmed down, seemed to start rebelling again. He walked towards the original route silently. Sun Qiao smiled. Standing in front of him.

"Squad leader, you haven't played basketball with me yet."

Who told you——Pan Lin twitched his lips, "If I remember correctly, I refused."

It was the first time that Pan Lin stood so close to the big red man in the school, only then did he realize that he seemed to be half a head shorter than the other party, so he silently moved back a few steps, Pan Lin walked around Sun Qiao and continued walking, There is no plan to talk to each other again.

"A good memory is worse than a bad pen?"

Pan Lin turned his head abruptly, his stiff body made this posture look strange.He stared at the booklet in the boy's hand and said, "Where does it start?"

Sun Qiao raised his head from the booklet and smiled nonchalantly, "Let's go together."

When passing Squad Leader Pan, he threw the booklet into his arms.

Pan Lin caught the booklet almost in a panic. The hard shell at the corner hit the ground and Pan Lin was shocked. He held the booklet and followed Sun Qiao's pace with a few steps.

[What the hell? ]

[Brother Tong, have you seen a real genius? ]

[You count as one. ]

[You are polite, I mean this guy,] Sun Qiao staggered and walked slowly behind, he looked at the person walking in front, his eyes changed a bit, [Pan Lin. ]

[Um? ]

[Geniuses are always scary, and what's more, they often work very hard. ]

Pan Lin had no idea what the person behind him was thinking. He didn't even know how the other party got the brochure. However, after stripping off all the fig leafs, the feeling of showing himself naked in front of others made Pan Lin feel a little overwhelmed. Can't help it, if a bullfight can make the other party shut up, he doesn't mind playing this kind of sport that he sees as nothing but sweating. Standing still, Pan Lin glanced back, his eyes were not friendly at all. Meaning, "Help me keep it secret after typing."

"Okay, I'm happy to help you." Sun Qiao shrugged with his hands in his pockets, and walked into the abandoned stadium first.

"Oh, yes, correspondingly, I also have a condition." Taking off his school uniform, Sun Qiao threw it on the rusty basketball hoop, moved his limbs, and said jokingly: "I won, you tell Did you get admitted to University A?"

Pan Lin was also doing stretching exercises. He was stunned when he heard this, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the other party's words with a fighting spirit. His tone without laziness actually had a special momentum when he became serious. ——"Get ready, squad leader, the bullfighting has begun!"

The moment the voice fell, Sun Qiao dribbled and bounced, and with a "swoosh", following the precise parabola, the orange basketball passed through the air and fell into the rusty basket. The outermost rust is blown down by the wind.

Pan Lin stared at the other party's arrogant smile and frowned fiercely, then rushed towards the place where the ball fell with a stride.

The author has something to say:

Pan Lin: [staring] [staring] [with a deadpan expression] Where did the basketball come from?

Sun Qiao: [Innocent smile] [Innocent smile] [Handsome smile]:-D

Pan Lin: [Staring] [Staring] [Staring] Well, I see.

Author: ……………[Black question mark][Ten faces are confused]