The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Muyun thought Ji Changhuai was very strange.

Obviously before, he also expressed false pursuits to make Mo Anlan give up, coupled with Xiao Yichuan's sudden appearance and stealing lines, Cheng Muyun adjusted his plan accordingly.

Unexpectedly, Ji Changhuai suddenly started avoiding him.

It's not obvious, but when they are in the same room, Ji Changhuai seems to avoid eye contact.

Like now.

He Chen was not in the dormitory, it seemed that the school had something to do, so he went to help.

Cheng Muyun had nothing to do, took a sketchbook and nestled on the balcony to draw the scenery outside, casually sketching.

Then, he heard the sound of Ji Changhuai's room door opening.

Cheng Muyun was bored, and when he turned around, he wanted to chat with Ji Changhuai to discuss how to cooperate with acting in the future.

"Senior Ji."

"Ah, you are here."

Ji Changhuai actually took a step back subconsciously, and hid the clothes in his hand behind his back.

"morning."

After saying those words, Ji Changhuai didn't look at Cheng Muyun again, as if he was some kind of beast, he hurried into the bathroom.

Cheng Muyun: "..."

He was puzzled, but he couldn't follow up and knock on the bathroom door, so he got up and sat in the living room.

Wait for someone to come out and discuss it carefully.

Ji Changhuai was in the bathroom right now, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

He looked at his slightly red ears, and the ambiguous dream lingered in his mind.

In the basin were the shorts and pajamas he had just changed out of, because of the dream last night, they had to be cleaned at this time.

He actually woke up very early, but he didn't leave the room for a long time.

Ji Changhuai has never had such an experience, never had a sexual dream, and never regarded the people around him as the object of his dreams.

He heard a noise outside, someone was going out, and waited for another ten minutes before leaving the room. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the room, he met Cheng Muyun's eyes again, feeling guilty. He was afraid that the other party would find out something. .

Ji Changhuai avoided in a panic, but his eyes fell on Cheng Muyun's hand again.

He is holding a pen, holding the pen in a sketching gesture, vainly clasped, and there is a big gap in the palm of his hand.

as in a dream...

Naturally, Ji Changhuai didn't dare to look any further, he answered a few words indiscriminately, and then went into the bathroom.

He thought that without facing Cheng Muyun, he would be able to adjust his mood quickly, but he didn't expect that when the hot water was turned on, the steam rising from the mirror made the scenes in the dream clearer.

So real that it seems to have been experienced, not a dream.

The details became clearer, Ji Changhuai looked at himself in the mirror, but vaguely saw a monk in gray robes.

Afterwards, behind him was Cheng Muyun in red. He was dressed in red, with long hair that was not tied up properly.

He embraced Ji Changhuai from behind, and gently rubbed his ruddy lips against his ear, "Your Yuanyang was given to me a long time ago..."

"!"

Ji Changhuai suddenly came back to his senses, and looked in the mirror again, only him.

What kind of monk, what kind of ghost, it's just a dream.

He turned the faucet, buried his head down and washed it down from the top of his head.Ji Changhuai even recited a few passages of Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, and only then did he clear out the ambiguous images that were constantly circling in his mind.

After getting rid of distracting thoughts in his mind, Ji Changhuai finished washing his clothes and left the bathroom door.

***

Cheng Muyun waited in the living room for a while, and when Ji Changhuai came out, he had returned to normal.

"I'll dry the clothes first, and we'll discuss that matter later, okay?"

Cheng Muyun nodded, saw a pair of pajama pants in the basin Ji Changhuai was holding, and asked casually, "Why don't you use a washing machine?"

Ji Changhuai's hands trembled, "Well, it's just a pair of trousers, and I washed them casually."

After drying the clothes, the two sat face to face at the table in the living room and started discussing in a somewhat academic tone.

Ji Changhuai is very serious and rigorous in his work.

After being rejected by Cheng Muyun yesterday, Ji Changhuai went to the library for a day, looked up various materials with the attitude of writing a thesis, and sorted out a small thesis on how to properly pursue others.

Cheng Muyun flipped through it casually, and endured a lot of hard work not to laugh out loud.

There are heart-shaped flowers at the bottom of the dormitory building, lighting candles and singing love songs, and making surprises for encounters. There are many tricks, but it is not suitable.

"Senior Ji, you can't do this."

Ji Changhuai: "Actually, I also don't think it's appropriate, but I can only make such a research report, after all, I haven't practiced it."

He hesitated for a moment, and pointed to the column of lighting candles with heart-shaped flowers on the bottom of the dormitory, "This one is more applicable and has a great impact. It will spread quickly, so the effect should be good?"

Cheng Muyun looked at Ji Changhuai's glamorous and Yueji face, that Zhou's body was not stained with the worldly temperament.Such a person, get a speaker and a microphone to sing love songs downstairs in the dormitory.

He shivered secretly, even if Ji Changhuai could accept it, he couldn't accept it.

Cheng Muyun sighed, "Your method doesn't work, why don't you try my method?"

Ji Changhuai also knew that the things he collected from the Internet were unreliable, so he followed the good advice and nodded, "Okay."

Cheng Muyun got up and started setting the scene.

He took the book that Ji Changhuai put aside and put it on the table, and then took his sketchbook and opened it.

"Senior Ji, sit beside me."

Ji Changhuai nodded, got up, and sat down.

"Come closer."

He moved his chair, but still maintained a social distance.

Cheng Muyun raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "What? Mind the distance."

"No." Ji Changhuai categorically denied, and then moved the stool, and the two of them were almost stuck together.

The feeling in the dream surged again, and the breath lingering in the nose was exactly the same, as fresh as a ray of breeze blowing through the bamboo forest.

Ji Changhuai raised his hand, turned over the Buddhist scripture on the table, and lowered his eyes to read a few words silently.

Only after he calmed down, he saw Cheng Muyun's hand holding the paintbrush leaning over again.Ji Changhuai shook his fingers slightly, trying to move away, but he heard something from the person next to him.

"do not move."

Ji Changhuai held his breath, and then...

Click - Cheng Muyun pushed the phone over, and there was a photo on it.

"It's a good photo. I'll use this photo to post on Moments later. It can be seen by the group or by the whole staff. Anyway, just show it to Mo Anlan." Cheng Muyun picked up the phone and sent the photo to Ji Changhuai.

Ji Changhuai froze for a moment before nodding, "Okay."

After a few minutes.

Cheng Muyun saw the update on the circle of friends, clicked on it, and it was indeed sent by Ji Changhuai.

A simple photo, a simple sentence.

[Have a good time with your new roommate. 】

The photo shows an unremarkable desk, the kind that comes standard in every dormitory. The difference lies in the two hands that are very close together.

Both hands are beautiful, neither far nor close, but very harmonious and ambiguous.

The system couldn't help but ask aloud, "Why do I find this circle of friends so familiar?"

Cheng Muyun: "That's right, I learned from Xiao Mingrui, isn't it good?"

System: "Hey...the tea smells like tea."

Although the method is tea, the effect is good.

For the whole morning, Mo Anlan didn't send a wechat to Ji Changhuai, nor did he follow his usual habit of waiting for him to have lunch together.

It is estimated that he went out to find Xiao Yichuan's spare tire to relieve his emotions.

In the afternoon, Ji Changhuai did not go out either, staying in the dormitory to take a nap.

He started dreaming again.

"You... your cultivation method is not good, why not try my method?"

A very familiar sentence.

However, the scene is different.It seemed to be in a gazebo, and the other person was still Cheng Muyun.

His hair was tied neatly, and he was wearing a blue Taoist robe.

Cheng Muyun sat on his lap.

Before Ji Changhuai could react, he saw the person in front of him bite up, his teeth rubbed against his lips, and then the tip of his tongue stuck in, and his lips and teeth intertwined.

The veil all over the sky wrapped around the two of them, binding them into one place, regardless of each other...

***

Cheng Muyun slept well last night. After going out for a meal, she returned to the dormitory and continued to draw.

He Chen didn't know what happened today, he hadn't been seen since morning, and he made an appointment to have lunch together when he was going out.

Just thinking of He Chen, the door opened.

Standing outside the door was a strange young man with a key in his hand.

Cheng Muyun stood up, "Huh? Who are you looking for?"

"Sorry, I'll send Senior He back."

The young man turned to one side, revealing He Chen behind him.

Cheng Muyun noticed something was wrong at a glance. When He Chen looked in, his eyes were out of focus.

Very familiar situation.

Cheng Muyun asked, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know. The school doctor said it's best to go to the hospital to have a look. I'll send him back to get his ID card."

He Chen thanked the strange student, and asked softly, "Cheng Muyun, can I trouble you to accompany me to the hospital?"

"it is good."

Cheng Muyun agreed, in He Chen's world before.He could tell at a glance that it was another sudden blindness. Although he didn't know the cause, he was still very familiar with the inspection process.

Cheng Muyun helped He Chen into his room and made him sit on the bed.

"The ID card is in the left drawer, please."

"Hmm." Cheng Muyun opened the drawer, looked for his ID card, and asked casually, "What's wrong with you?"

He Chen was quite calm, and he didn't seem to panic at all because he couldn't see suddenly, "I don't know, but suddenly I felt that my eyes turned white, and everything I saw was blurry."

He raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

He Chen didn't say a word, in a blurry world, Cheng Muyun was clear.

This was supposed to be a ridiculous thing, but He Chen accepted it naturally, as if it should be like this.

"Has this ever happened before?"

He Chen: "Well, yes, it was when I went to the cafeteria with you for dinner last time, but the time was very short."

Cheng Muyun had already prepared his things, and came to help He Chen up, "Okay, let's go."

In just a few words of conversation, Cheng Muyun already knew what he was thinking, and He Chen was probably about to wake up.

This is naturally a good thing. Although He Chen has done some extreme things after the world collapsed, it is generally not so distorted and dark.

Sending He Chen back as soon as possible is also conducive to the balance of personality after fusion.

Cheng Muyun quickly made up his mind to focus on He Chen for the next few days, before sending him away.

He led He Chen out, and was about to open the door when he heard someone ask behind him.

"what happened?"

Cheng Muyun turned around and saw Ji Changhuai just coming out of the room.

Ji Changhuai was afraid to see Cheng Muyun because of what happened in his dream, but when he left the room, he saw Cheng Muyun and He Chen holding hands.Before his brain could react, he blurted out a sentence.

Fortunately, Cheng Muyun didn't seem to mind, and replied, "He Chen feels a little uncomfortable, I'll take him to the hospital."

"Do you need my help?" Ji Changhuai asked.

"Don't bother Senior Ji, Cheng Muyun is enough to accompany me." It was He Chen who answered, and then the two turned around and prepared to go out.

Cheng Muyun was in front, opening the door with his right hand, while holding He Chen with his left hand.

Then, seeing He Chen turning his head, Ji Changhuai smiled slightly at himself.

A fleeting smile, almost just hooked the corners of his mouth.

Not friendly, but... provocative.