Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin was in a daze, stared blankly at Ling Junhan, then pointed to himself, "Is that the wild man that Auntie mentioned, is it me?"

He didn't realize whether it was a compliment or a derogation, but anyway, his character was quite wild.

"It's you. It's not even midnight yet, so you took off your clothes and lay down on the bed?"

Ji Mei stared at that pretty little face, looking at the innocence, she was lying in the man's quilt so calmly, and a series of bloody plots were automatically matched in her mind.

"Tell me, did he force you or did you seduce him..."

Duan Wuxin blinked, not understanding the logic.

This aunt was quite kind when we met last time, why did she suddenly change her face?

Forced, seduced, what do you mean?

Ling Junhan quickly interrupted his fucking whimsy, "Mom, this is Duan Wuxin, don't make any noise."

"What?" Ji Mei had a bunch of words in her throat, and her random guessing stopped abruptly.

She touched her chest, let go of that breath, and then said in shock: "Who do you say he is?"

"Xinxin, your favorite little white tiger." Ling Junhan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, pulled the quilt over Duan Wuxin, "He has a fever, I'm helping him cool down."

It's really unlucky, the scene just now was still beautiful, but it was completely wiped out by the scream of his mother.

Ji Mei said "Oh" twice, her expression was shocked and embarrassed.

After calming down for a long time, I finally regained my senses, "I heard Jia Mu say that he was suffering from a heart attack, so hurry up and take a look. Has he really become a human? Is it so effective for me to make a wish?"

From a distance, she carefully looked at the boy on the bed again.

The amber pupils were indeed exactly the same as that of the little tiger, but with a pointed chin, it lacked a lot of vigor.

"It's amazing how such a small tiger can become such a big baby."

"Anyway, that's how things are." Ling Junhan turned over from the bed, threw the towel into the basin, and carried the basin straight into the bathroom.

Ji Mei picked up her bag from the ground, quickly moved two steps forward, and sat on the edge of the bed.

When he looked at the person again, his tone instantly became noble and gentle, "Xinxin, it's really you, why do you look so good-looking."

Duan Wuxin was startled by this sudden intimacy.

He quietly moved back two points.

He just said that he was seduced by a wild man, how could he flip through his expressions faster than a book.

"Is it uncomfortable? Come on, let me touch my head." Ji Mei reached out and touched her forehead with the back of her hand, "It seems to be a little hot."

Duan Wuxin stammered back: "It's okay, I've taken the medicine, and I'll be fine soon."

Ji Mei looked left and right, she was very satisfied with this face.

As expected of her hand-picked child bride-in-law, she looks beautiful.

Since making a wish to change people is useful, it seems that child brides-in-law can also be put on the agenda.

The worried old mother let out a long sigh of relief when she thought that her son would not have to die alone.

Ling Junhan came out again, pulled a stool and sat on the opposite side of the bed, and lazily kicked the foot of the bed, "People have seen it too, you should go back and rest earlier."

"You said it was true, why didn't you tell me about such a big change, and caused me to misunderstand others." Ji Mei complained: "You five big and three rough, can you take care of your heart?"

Duan Wuxin couldn't bear it, so he helped to speak: "Father Ling is fine, he even fed me medicine."

A pot of cold water was poured to the bottom, and the dream was instantly shattered.

Ji Mei was dumbfounded: "Wait, what did you call him?"

"Papa Ling."

Ji Mei glanced at her son in disbelief, then turned her head, "What about me?"

Duan Wuxin choked for a moment, and said uncertainly, "Grandma... grandma?"

Ling Junhan's face turned black, but he was speechless.

Dare to feel that there are three generations of ancestors in this room.

"Who taught you? You are our child bride-in-law, how can you be called grandma." Ji Mei was about to die of anger, and patiently taught: "No matter how many generations I have, I should be my mother."

Duan Wuxin refused in a low voice, "I'm not a child bride."

"Don't you like Ling Junhan?" Ji Mei was persuasive.

Duan Wuxin thought about it seriously, and replied: "Like it, I like you too."

Ji Mei understands that everyone is treated equally, this kid is not enlightened at all.

She cut in from a different angle, "If Ling Junhan becomes your boyfriend, it will be better for you."

"He treats me very well now, I'm not greedy." Duan Wuxin pursed his lips and smiled at her with an innocent and harmless expression.

Ling Junhan walked over and pulled his mother up, and pushed her towards the door, "Go back."

If these few words could be explained clearly, he and Duan Wuxin wouldn't be in the situation they are today.

"I haven't finished guiding yet!" Ji Mei complained in a low voice, "Come out, I have something to tell you."

Ling Junhan turned his head and glanced at the kid stretching his neck, "Go to sleep first, I'll talk to my mother about something."

Duan Wuxin nodded, took a pillow and stuffed it behind his head, and lay back down again.

Ji Mei closed the door and kicked him, "I've never seen you treat anyone so well, you even wiped your body with a towel and gave medicine yourself. What are you doing? Do you like him?"

"I like it." Ling Junhan simply admitted.

"Then why did you become a father and son?" Ji Mei raised her forehead, she simply hated iron and steel, "Do you think you have used all your brains in the army?"

Ling Junhan leaned against the wall, slowly twitching his palms, "Xinxin is too young to understand what falling in love is. Anyway, he is not yet an adult, so let's chase after him slowly."

He thought, no matter how wooden a person is, he will always turn into a stone.

What's more, Duan Wuxin is not so repulsive to his touch.

"Let me tell you, you will be abducted by others when you become an adult. Hurry up and be more romantic." Ji Mei recalled her youthful scenery and came up with a very confident idea, "At ordinary times, pay more attention to details and invest in others. All right, understand."

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, following what he liked.

I have no experience in chasing people in this life, so I rely on instinct to explore, which is really embarrassing.

He sighed, "I'll think about it again."

"I'm convinced, you can't catch people even if you come to me." Ji Mei was speechless, and rolled her eyes, "Anyway, I've already taken my fancy, if you lose me, I'll never end with you. "

"Well, I got it, I'm more anxious than you." Ling Junhan stroked the broken hair on his forehead, "You go back first, Xinxin needs to rest."

"If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, let the doctor come again." After Ji Mei instructed, she turned and went downstairs.

Ling Junhan pushed the door and returned to the room, closing the door gently.

With her head in a mess, Duan Wuxin asked him, "Are you upset that I called her grandma?"

Ling Junhan sneered, "Can you be happy?"

"Then I won't bark from now on." Duan Wuxin pouted, not understanding you humans.

"Okay, don't worry about it, go to bed early." Ling Junhan pushed him into the bed.

Duan Wuxin looked up at him, pulled him onto the bed, and pressed him firmly, "You sleep with me."

How come I got sick and became so clingy.

Without sharp tiger claws, the whole person is much softer.

Ling Junhan smiled lightly, unbuttoned his clothes, took them off neatly, and lay down on the bed.

The quilt was warmed by people with high body temperature, and the back was pressed very comfortably.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Duan Wuxin's head, watching him obediently close his eyes, he suddenly felt that this is fine now.

The water is flowing long, the fire is simmering slowly, and there is no rush at this moment.

However, Duan Wuxin's birthday is still more than a month away, so he needs to plan carefully.

I asked the curator two days ago, but there was no exact time for the birthday reply.At that time, I was too young to remember anything.We can only make a rough inference based on the bone age test.

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, recalling the scene of Duan Wuxin's birth 17 years ago.

The time interval is too long, and many memories have become messy.

When he was first picked up in the wild, only two white tigers led him to live.

Then one day, the little white tiger was born, and the family of three became four.

The date becomes blurred, I just remember the sunny day and the warm spring season.

It should be mid-March, Ling Junhan thought.

Have to do something, a good memory for the children.

Duan Wuxin arched his arm with his head and closed his eyes tightly.

After a while, as if he had fallen asleep, he uttered some very soft dreams.

"Don't get needles..."

"It hurts, don't come near me."

"Go away, I'm going to bite you."

While speaking, he struggled desperately, as if fighting against someone in a dream.

Ling Junhan hugged him sideways, patted his back to comfort him, and slowly calmed him down again.

He looked down at the person, and suddenly found a small red mole on the neck.

On the fair neck, it looks coquettish.

It's not like natural, more like a permanent mark left after long-term injection of drugs.

That carefree little white tiger completely changed the trajectory of his life because of an experiment.

Ling Junhan gritted his back molars, spat that name back and forth in his heart.

At least for now, his and Duan Wuxin's hearts are the same, to uproot everyone behind the Beast Soul Project.

Thinking of this, he stood up again, put on his overcoat, walked to the study, and turned on the optical brain.

Meng Yusen sent some research materials. At present, the target group of the Beast Soul Project is mostly young people in their 20s.

Ling Junhan stared at those photos, intermittently recalling some fragments of his childhood.

That was an experience he never wanted to recall. Every time he touched it, his heart felt like it was being pinched.

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and forced himself to fall into the past.

He was tied up in a dark room and left unconscious for several days, during which it seemed that someone came in and gave him an injection.

The memory of that period was stretched very long, day and night, it was a nightmare from which I could not wake up.

Just like Duan Wuxin at this time.

Will dream, will yell, will struggle, will resist.

Later, together with several other children, he was transported to a farther place.

A world of ice and snow, all the way north.

On the way, he escaped from the transport vehicle and fell into a tree hole in the forest.

I don't know how many days passed before he was rescued by the Baihu couple.

He has never figured out why he would attack a child of a few years old.

When he returned home, it was already two years later, and the black hand behind it had already disappeared.

Ling Junhan lit a cigarette, staring at the flickering cigarette butt, a bold guess came to his mind.

Is it possible that I am also related to the Beast Soul Project?

Duan Wuxin was woken up in the morning by being licked by a warm tongue. When he frowned and opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Hua squatting on the bedside.

The puppy is very lively, running around on his quilt.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, and saw the electronic thermometer next to him, which showed 37 degrees.

It seems that Ling Junhan took his temperature and the fever subsided.

He hugged the puppy and played on the bed for a while before slowly getting up to wash up.

Today is the second day of becoming a human being, and I don't know how long those two stones can last.

Duan Wuxin stared at himself in the mirror, staring blankly for a while.

After the fever subsided, his entire face became paler, and his strength had not yet fully recovered.

Xiaobai knocked on the door, and the mechanical voice sounded coldly, "I brought you a new set of clothes, and the teacher will come over today."

Duan Wuxin poked his head out of the bathroom, took the suit from his hand and unfolded it.

White shirt, black trousers, and a dark blue jacket with gold embroidery on the chest, the workmanship is very fine.

Oh, and of course, briefs.

"Did Ling Junhan ask you to give it?" Duan Wuxin clicked his tongue while holding the small piece of cloth.

"Otherwise, do you think that I, who is so stingy, will make new clothes for you?" Xiao Bai replied confidently without hesitation.

Indeed, it makes sense.

Duan Wuxin nodded, deeply agreeing, "Yes, what about others?"

"I went to the military area early in the morning. I said there was something urgent. Your teacher will come over at ten o'clock. You should wear it quickly." Xiaobai threw the clothes to him and regarded the task as completed.

Duan Wuxin let out an oh, and changed into the clothes, the size was just right.

This man is quite considerate, he remembers his size so clearly.

He looked around in the mirror, and in the mirror, he looked like a young boy in high school, looking pretty good.

Having never attended a class before, Duan Wuxin paced back and sat back at the desk in the study, very nervous.

Would the teacher think he was stupid?

You must know that what you are teaching is a tiger, will he turn his face and leave?

What class to take, mathematics or Chinese, history and geography may not be very good...

Duan Wuxin tapped his head, feeling afraid of the unknown.

A lot of questions lingered in my mind, and I was restless. During the waiting period, I changed countless positions.

There was a knock on the door, and Duan Wuxin jumped up, walked over quickly and opened the door.

Before seeing anyone, he bent down and bowed, his head almost touching his knees, "Hello, teacher."

Ling Junhan looked at the ninety-degree bend, and laughed dumbly, "You are quite polite."

"Why is it you?" Hearing the familiar voice, Duan Wuxin heaved a sigh of relief, straightened up and moved his stiff back.

Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to brush his hair, and handed over the pencil case and the book, "Little heartless, I'm afraid you won't get used to it, so I came back to take a look."

He raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch, "Teacher will arrive in 5 minutes."

"Then will you listen in?"

"I'm working downstairs, waiting for you to finish class."

Conscientious and responsible, really like a parent.

"Oh, that's fine." Duan Wuxin took a large pile of things, looked down and saw that they were all military-related books, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his eyes and stared at Ling Junhan for a few seconds, and noticed that his eyes were black and blue, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

"Well, I didn't sleep all night." Ling Junhan explained truthfully.

Duan Wuxin stared at him suspiciously, looked up and down, his eyes stayed on the waistband of his trousers, "You won't... and..."

The tone is ambiguous, and the eyes suggest clearly.

Don't understand what you should understand, and pretend to understand what you shouldn't understand.

Ling Jun smiled coldly, pushed the person over and pressed him directly on the seat, "I'm busy with business."

"What's the matter?"

"You don't understand the project of the research institute."

Duan Wuxin muttered, you know best.

There was another knock on the door. Ling Junhan turned around and greeted the middle-aged man, "Hi, Professor Zhang, please come here yourself."

The professor looked to be in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with a gentle demeanor.

"Hello, Professor Zhang." Duan Wuxin got up quickly, clasped his palms, and greeted her.

When I saw the teacher for the first time, my back was sweating nervously.

"This is little friend Ling Xin, hello, hello." Zhang Yan stretched out his hand to hold it, and sat down neatly beside him, "Then let's start."

Ling Junhan nodded slightly, consciously giving space, "Then I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

He pinched Duan Wuxin's face, whispered cheers, then turned around and went out to close the door.

Zhang Yan opened the top book on war strategy, and unconsciously carried the arrogance from the First Military Academy in his tone, "These books prepared by the Marshal are quite difficult. Let’s start with a simple place.”

I came here reluctantly, the school courses piled up, and I had to come to the door to open a small stove.

If it wasn't for Ling Junhan's personal request, he wouldn't be willing to teach this underage brat.

Duan Wuxin sat upright and listened carefully, but felt that the content was too childish.

This knowledge seems to be imprinted in my mind by nature, and it comes at my fingertips.

After 10 minutes, he finally couldn't help but say, "Professor, I know all of these things."

"Okay, it seems that there is a preview in advance, so let's do the exercises."

Zhang Yan smiled perfunctorily, pulled out another book from a stack of books, pointed to the case in the book, and said, "This is a famous war before, there are several options below, what do you choose?"

Duan Wuxin lowered his eyes, and the moment he scanned the text, his brain seemed to be connected instantly.

The military terminology that was considered obscure and difficult to understand before is instantly clear and clear.

Like, some kind of instinct.

"c." A second later, Duan Wuxin said firmly.

Zhang Yan glanced at him, doubting: "You don't think this answer is the longest, and the three short and one long are the longest, are you blind?"

"Then choose another one and let me fool you." Duan Wuxin's expression was calm, but he wasn't unhappy at all.

Moving his fingertips down, Zhang Yan started to make things difficult, and chose a more difficult question.

Even if you are blind, if a blind cat meets a dead mouse, you can't do all the questions, right?

Duan Wuxin clumsily held the pen, the ball of the pen rolled, and wrote down the answer to the question just now.

The handwriting is childish, and it is outlined according to the letters, but as soon as it slips down, everything is done correctly.

"...There are short-answer questions in the back." Zhang Yan read the answers next to each other, and smiled awkwardly, "Do you want to try?"

Duan Wuxin flicked the pen in his hand with his fingertips, and said confidently, "I can't write, I can only read, but I can dictate to you."

Zhang Yan's eyes widened, and he repeated uncertainly: "Can't write? Haven't you attended nine years of compulsory education?"

"No." Duan Wuxin shook his head and answered very honestly.

What is nine-year compulsory education?He only knows that the nine-year compulsory live broadcast.

Well, the kind that helps Duan Yongnian make money.

Zhang Yan pushed his glasses with his fingertips. It was hard to believe that, as a relative of the Ling family, he had never been to school these days.

What kind of untapped military prodigy is this?

You can't even write, but your brain is so bright?

Wait, then you look like you know everything, are you humiliating Professor Ben!

In the next 10 minutes, Zhang Yan, as a professor at the Military Academy, was repeatedly refreshed.

After a long silence, he slowly closed the book, with a very skeptical expression on his face, "Today's class, start here first."

As soon as Duan Wuxin got excited, when he heard that get out of class was over, his expression could not hide his disappointment.

It's hard to find out that the brain is easy to use after becoming a human being, so why don't you want to let people show it off.

He leaned on the back of the swivel chair, staring in a daze at the pile of exercises he had just finished.

Next to each question, there is a red tick, which makes people feel a sense of accomplishment.

It has to be said that Ling Junhan really understands him very well.

After the disappointment on the training ground yesterday, I didn't expect to help him find happiness easily today.

At least it proves that, as a person, he is not completely useless.

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, Ling Junhan is really a good person.

"Teacher, will you come tomorrow?" Duan Wuxin raised his head and asked cautiously.

Zhang Yan smiled reluctantly at him, "Well, tomorrow... depends on the situation."

Can't teach, it's really impossible to teach, he's afraid of ruining a young military genius.

Duan Wuxin was scribbling on the paper with a pen tip, when he suddenly thought of something, he grabbed Zhang Yan's sleeve again, "Teacher, I have another question."

Zhang Yan pushed his glasses again, his expression became extremely humble, "Please tell me."

"I want to ask... a question about human sophistication." Duan Wuxin frowned, and said in a troubled voice, "That is, for example, how should I express my gratitude to a person?"

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed.

I thought it was some kind of military problem, and if I was asked wrong, I would be really embarrassed.

He looked at the boy's pretty face, and he knew it instantly.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, faltering, immature and ignorant, hormonal troubles, probably in love.

He said quite firmly, "If you want to make her happy, just kiss her face."

The experience of people in their 40s is good-looking and strong in action. As long as they are not too wretched, they are bound to win the girl.

Duan Wuxin heard the answer and was thoughtful.

Kiss, last time Ling Junhan let him kiss.

He also thought of others in a twisted way, but it turned out that he just wanted to thank him.

The professor said so, and that should be the truth.

Hey, he misunderstood Ling Junhan again.

"Okay, thank you teacher, I'll take you downstairs." Duan Wuxin got up, opened the stool, and followed Zhang Yan downstairs.

Ling Junhan crossed his legs and put the document aside when he heard the sound.

He looked up at the two of them, with some doubts: "It's over so soon?"

"I can't teach it. This kid is too smart. It's a waste for me to teach him."

Facing the marshal, Zhang Yan didn't beat around the bush, and directly explained his thoughts, "I used to have a student who was as spiritual as him, but it was a pity that he died in the battle. Such a good seedling, I don't want to poison the second one."

Ling Junhan glanced at Duan Wuxin, not too shocked, "So, you mean he is very talented in military affairs?"

"Yes, very, among the students I have taught, he is one of the best." Zhang Yan said confidently.

"Okay, I see." Ling Junhan sent the teacher out and waved goodbye.

I thought that it was as he had guessed, after Duan Wuxin transformed into a human, his brain power was completely stronger than his physical strength.

If it doesn't work, he can only spend his time teaching Duan Wuxin the military theory by himself.

After all, the teacher just now yelled quite nicely.

After Ling Junhan had sorted out the future plans for the children in his mind, he turned around and opened the door to enter.

Before stepping into the porch, Duan Wuxin, who was rushing like a tiger, hugged him violently and staggered.

His back was against the wall, and before he could react, his silver-haired head was already moving towards him.

In a daze, I thought he had turned back into that ferocious little white tiger again.

With a squeak, the soft lips pressed against the cheek and kissed, the touch was soft and soft.

Ling Junhan's heart beat faster, being disturbed by this sudden surprise.

Could it be that yesterday's tender care touched the heart of a stone?

Or, after a class, the child will be enlightened?

He lowered his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, and asked expectantly, "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for taking care of me these two days. This time, I was sincere and didn't want to tease you with my tongue." Duan Wuxin smiled brightly, hugged his neck, and pretended to kiss him again.

Ling Junhan let out a groan, lowered his head, and turned his face sideways to let him move.

It's just... something doesn't feel right.