Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Four years of college is enough to change many things, such as a person's height, personality, thoughts, experiences, and the relationship between Sun Qiao and Pan Lin.

In the third semester after entering University A, during a certain campus event, the stadium and the auditorium in the gymnasium were full of voices, but the messy sports material room was occupied by two enthusiastic people. It was Pan Lin who was studying as an exchange student. On the first day back to school a year later, the army green mats that were usually only used for sit-ups were lying on the ground in disorder, and Sun Qiao's movements were not gentle at all. Pan Lin clasped his back and panted softly.

There was a faint fragrance in the utility room, and the lingering sentiment was still floating in the air after the work. Sun Qiao leaned on the cushion behind him with his bare upper body and one long leg bent. He fumbled for the lighter in his pocket. After lighting a cigarette, Pan Lin said, "Sun Qiao, stay with me."

Both know what this 'together' means - as boyfriends, not bedmates.

Sun Qiao lowered his head, his fingers shaking while pinching a cigarette, and a small string of gray soot fell from the air. Pan Lin was wearing his own clothes, and his already grown face was not as immature as in high school. He lowered his head and buttoned his shirt. button, long and straight eyelashes drooping slightly, silently waiting for Sun Qiao's answer.

After a while, there was a loud cheer from Mu Ran on the field outside the utility room. Sun Qiao smiled and nodded, "Okay."

This news was spread to the campus website of University A by an unknown person at that time, and the number of hits on the post exceeded 10 within [-] minutes.

In the past few days when the seniors were about to graduate, another post related to the two was pushed to the top of the forum after it was posted. Not long after, a flame shape was added in front of the title of the post. Here it is.

Pan Lin swiped the mouse at ten lines at a glance. His dark eyes, which became clearer after he grew up, could not see any expression. He looked at the words and sentences on the screen through the shiny lenses until the last page. Pan Lin forked the page and looked at it again. Glancing at the title of the post - "Brother Qiao seems to have a new love, who will be the next favourite? There will be a quiz with a prize, and the host will be the boss!"

Sun Qiao came in after making a phone call on the balcony, and he happened to see Pan Lin sitting in front of the table with an unwavering expression on his face. Sun Qiao will be 22 years old at the end of this year, and he has grown very tall in the past few years. The first physical examination showed that he was 1.8 meters seven, and the girl who took the record complained that he was too tall. Why didn't he become a model when he was so tall? Time can erase the edges and corners and innocence of people, but Sun Qiao didn't change much. His handsome appearance As chic as before, but the layer of disdain and malice has faded from his brows, and his unruly smile and personality are always the reasons why he is liked by the people around him.

"Who posted this?" Sun Qiao bent down to glance at the content on the computer screen, rolled his eyes a little bored, and sat on the single sofa beside him with a lazy posture. "People nowadays have How boring, the agreed-upon academic elite."

University A is also a well-known university in the country after all, and the students hang out on forums all day long?

[There are even more boring ones. ]

[Brother Tong... what do you mean? ] Sun Qiao suddenly had a bad feeling.

[:)]

[…Laughing ass. ]

Pan Lin didn't take this kind of post to heart at all. He dragged a chair and sat next to Sun Qiao, put his hands on the temples on both sides of Sun Qiao's forehead and pressed, and asked, "Have you been tired recently?"

Sun Qiao has been helping his father manage the company since his senior year. He has formally taken over the company a month ago and has become General Manager Sun, who is under one man and over ten thousand people. Thanks to him, my father is still worried. , thoughtfully prepared two "escort" executive directors for his son to help Sun Qiao deal with some peripheral matters, otherwise it is really impossible for Sun Qiao, a young man in his early 20s, to handle that large group Immortal.

And recently, because the company was bidding for a certain project, Sun Qiao was busy for a month, and finally got the project down, and then a mentally handicapped subordinate told him that there was a nail household who refused to leave unless the money was added to A certain number, when the subordinate said a certain number, he held a calculator in his hand, a large string of zeros dazzled Sun Qiao, and Sun Qiao threw a folder over at that time, and the subordinate had to hold his head and feel ashamed. away.

The next day, Sun Qiao received a text message from a police acquaintance saying that Chen Qing committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Sun Qiao also called back and asked who Chen Qing was, and an acquaintance told him that Chen Qing was the nail-biter.

When Sun Qiao heard the answer, he just felt like a fucking dog.

Pan Lin withdrew his hands after listening to the general idea. He pushed his eyes, "Is that the phone call just now?"

Sun Qiao leaned on the sofa behind his head and shook his head, "No, that's another person."

"Who?"

Sun Qiao paused and said, "Mencius Yu."

Pan Lin blinked. He was obviously stunned for a moment. He never thought that it was that old classmate whom he had never seen since he met at the hospital... the old classmate.

Sun Qiao had already guessed that the other party would have this kind of reaction, and explained: "He came out when we were in the sophomore year. I heard that he studied well there, and later entered the police academy." Sun Qiao's voice was a little bit I don’t feel sorry for the ruggedness of life, but I don’t feel the same. I feel that this thing is too illusory. When Sun Qiao received a call from Mencius Yu, he only asked what was going on with the system, and he didn’t care after getting a reply that the system didn’t know. up.

Whatever is fine, Sun Qiao smiled.

"He said he had time tonight, and asked us to go out for a meal and a glass of wine."

Pan Lin nodded and said yes, walked to the table and closed the computer, Sun Qiao stood up and went to the water dispenser to pour water for a drink, and Pan Lin suddenly asked behind him, "Then you won't go to the appointment tonight?" His voice The sound of milk has completely disappeared, and it makes people feel comfortable listening to it. I have to admit that time has sculpted this young man who has always been calm and self-sufficient to perfection.

Sun Qiao was stunned, took a sip of water and asked, "What appointment?"

Pan Lin stared at Sun Qiao.

Sun Qiao was not pleased at being looked at, and walked up to him with a glass full of liquid. The distance between the two of them was very close, even breathing was within easy reach.

"Why do you know my whereabouts so well? It's very leisurely." Sun Qiao looked down at this person who might never surpass him in height. "Did you finish your graduation thesis?"

Pan Lin raised his watery eyes and looked at him with a delicate expression. He didn't know if his tone was mocking or aggrieved, "I finished writing last week."

After listening, Sun Qiao gave a meaningful 'oh', and he sighed with his lips bent, "It seems that our little genius is asking for a reward." He untied his dark blue dark pattern tie with one hand, and dragged Just go to the bedroom, "Yes, your boyfriend will satisfy you."

[You really can talk about anything on the bed. ]

[You can talk about anything on the bed. ]

[...I actually think it makes sense...By the way, the soul devouring progress has almost been completed, only [-]% left. ]

[You mean, this kid already has 90.00% of eight happiness? ]

[...Shouldn't you have completed nearly [-]% of the mission? ]

[Strange, don't our brothers mean the same thing? ]

[I wonder how people's happiness can be analyzed by percentage. ]

A heavy topic was inadvertently brought up, both sides were silent at the same time, and no one spoke after that.

That night, Sun Qiao, Pan Lin, and Mencius Yu gathered at a table—at a barbecue stand by the street.

Mencius Yu has a small frame, so he is also small. Sun Qiao has known this since he was in high school. In high school, Mencius Yu was not as tall as Pan Ling, and he was 1.7 meters tall. Looking back after a few years, it seems that he still hasn’t grown much. A little above Sun Qiao's shoulders, his skin was much darker, and his eye sockets were sunken. When passing beer to the two of them, Sun Qiao accidentally brushed the thick and hard yellow calluses on the other's fingers, and his right hand was even more powerful. .

After the meeting, the few people didn't feel embarrassed. After a few pleasantries, the atmosphere slowly became lively. It started to rain lightly at about eight o'clock. The owner of the barbecue stall quickly set up a transparent canopy in the outfield, and his movements were neat. Skilled, Sun Qiao originally wanted to lead the two of them to sit in the room, but he didn't move when he saw the situation. When he was done, he looked back and saw that half a dozen beers had been taken by Mencius Yu.

"...I was stupid back then. I listened to those people's words and tried to make money or profit. I saw Brother Qiao clearly..." Sun Qiao remembered that Mencius Yu was not good at drinking. He fell down on the table and uttered one sentence after another, not knowing what to say, "I can see clearly, brother Qiao, the world treats me well... hiccup... I mean that I treat me sincerely, except you, It's my mother..."

No, you still don't see clearly.Sun Qiao thought, and took a sip of wine for himself. He was a little breathless, and two buttons were unbuttoned at his neckline.

Pan Lin was sitting beside him wearing glasses, except for a few words at the beginning, he didn't make a sound afterward. He drank wine, and placed more than ten bamboo sticks by his right hand.

"But what's the use, she's gone! She's gone!!" Mencius Yu's eyes were flushed, he didn't know whether it was a sudden surge of emotion or he was smoked by the barbecue smoke blowing in the wind, he gave another heavy blow He opened a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Mencius Yu's mother died the year before last, from cerebral thrombosis, a large area of ​​illness caused by overwork, and died on the spot when the rescue failed. According to Mencius Yu, he was training in a local area at that time, and the communication was underdeveloped and the information was backward. It was already two days later when he received the bad news.

Sun Qiao was lucky enough to meet Meng's mother once. Although the process was accidental, Sun Qiao thought it was the first and last time at the time. He didn't expect it to be the last time between life and death. Thinking about it now, Sun Qiao didn't know What kind of feeling is it? It's nothing more than good luck tricking people. I took a sip of wine and silently said in my heart.

The gatherings among the three were basically done by Mencius Yu, with Sun Qiao occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, and Pan Lin usually kept silent. Later, when Mencius Yu asked the boss to bring over a dozen beers, it was almost eleven o'clock. Yu's side was already full of empty wine bottles, his face was flushed, and he sat slumped like ooze.

Sun Qiao and Pan Lin looked at each other and sighed in unison.

The boss cheerfully came over and asked if he wanted more beer. Sun Qiao pulled up his chair and said no, he paid the bill and followed the boss to calculate the money.

Pan Lin sat firmly in the plastic armchair, took out his mobile phone to check the time, then tilted his head to look at Meng Ziyu who seemed to have fallen asleep, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice: "Mencius Yu, where is Chu Liren? "

Mencius Yu, who was still drowsy a second ago, sat up suddenly, and the not heavy portable table shook a few times with his movements. Mencius Yu was a little confused about his position at first, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, he With a sad face, he said to Pan Lin: "...I broke up with her, monitor!"

He looked very wronged, and he seemed to like Chu Li very much, but he was not like the high-spirited Mencius Yu who survived after being hacked three times in high school.

"I can't protect her anymore, I can't even protect my mother."

Sun Qiao walked back and said, "The bill is over, let's go." He looked helplessly at Mencius Yu who had fallen asleep again, "This man will really cause me trouble."

Lawyer He, who was sitting in a high-end restaurant, looked at the custom-made quartz watch on his left wrist again. His calm brows were finally stained with anxiety and impatience. After the proposal, Attorney He dialed the number marked as 'Young Master'.

"Hello?"

Lawyer He frowned, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers to calm down his secret guess, "I'm looking for Young Master Sun."

Pan Lin looked at the caller ID—a string of random numbers without any notes, and raised the corners of his mouth silently, with a small arc, but his eyes were indifferent. Sun Qiao who came out of the window blew a whistle.

Sun Qiao washed his hair while taking a shower. His short, shattered black hair was still dripping with water. He swayed in front of Pan Lin in a gray nightgown. His face drenched in water was close to Pan Lin. His black pupils were deep and sexy, with With some evil malice, he slowly approached Pan Lin who was holding the mobile phone, and his hoarse voice carried a bright smile, "Brother, you are really fascinated by me."

Pan Lin raised the corners of his lips, and his sincere smile drew the beautiful thin lips into a beautiful arc, "It's good that you're awesome," Pan Lin said to the person who hadn't hung up the phone yet, "You think I don't know What are you thinking? Lawyer He, I would like to advise you, this man is mine, oh yes, do you want to go home and rest first? Tonight, he probably won't—hmm!"

Impatiently, Sun Qiao lifted his phone and threw it aside, he rolled onto the bed while pressing Pan Lin and kissing him, his lips intertwined, his eyes flashed maliciously, "You talk a lot of fucking nonsense...won't you let me love you? "

Pan Lin pressed his fair and slender fingers on Sun Qiao's strong back, and he answered Sun Qiao's question with actions.

[Soul devouring progress is [-]%, the task is completed. ]