I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Xing should have returned to the company to handle work.

But now he is sitting in the corner of the multimedia hall of University A, with a cup of milk tea at hand, without a straw.

Orchestra conductor: "You still know to come? Everyone has practiced for two rounds, but you are absent."

The room was warm, Xia Song's coat was draped over his arms, and he said with a smile, "Sorry, I have something to do at home."

The roommate asked, "Are you okay?"

"It couldn't be better." Xia Song said, his eyes drifted to the corner involuntarily.

Jiang Xing was lowering his head to work on the computer.He was wearing a mask and no formal attire, and he didn't look much different from the students of University A.

The roommate didn't dare to watch it with him, so he could only turn his back to that side and wink: "What should I say?"

"It went smoothly." Xia Song carefully folded the coat, and the creases coincided with the line of the clothes, so that there would be no marks after wearing it for a while.

The roommate is a straight man, and he thought that Xia Song approached Jiang Xing just to hug his thigh. Hearing this, he gave a thumbs up and said eloquently:

"Today, when my generation is crazy about sandwich rolls for comprehensive test scores, student Xia Song broke through the encirclement with amazing perseverance and found a broad road, which is worth learning."

Xia Song laughed and cursed: "Fuck you."

Orchestra leader: "Gather together, let's practice twice in the afternoon."

Jiang Feng's face was cold, and there was a vacuum around her. Others thought she was trying to show Xia Song the face of being robbed of the chief, and they all agreed to let go of the battlefield.

Xia Song wanted to put the violin box on the seat next to Jiang Feng, took out the violin, and said gently: "Student Jiang Feng, you're training."

Jiang Feng: "Take care of yourself...you——"

She stared at the logo on Xia Songqin box, very familiar.

Jiang Feng got up immediately, and the stool belt fell to the ground, crackling.

The surroundings became quiet for an instant, and they all secretly glanced at the two curiously.

Jiang Feng forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I made a big move." He jumped out word by word, like eating people.

The students cheered and went to the stage to prepare.Jiang Feng approached Xia Song half a step, and said coldly: "Have you changed the piano?"

Xia Song: "Yes." He slowly rubbed the fragrant pine onto the bowstring, his movements were neat and graceful with a sense of power.

Jiang Feng: "My brother gave it?"

"Well," Xia Song's eyes were soft, looking at Qin as if looking at other people through it, "If it wasn't for Qin, I wouldn't be able to know Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Feng understood in an instant, surprised and angry: "You did it on purpose."

"What does classmate Jiang Feng mean?" Xia Song asked in confusion, "What purpose?"

Of course he knew that Jiang Feng meant that he deliberately airborne, just to rob her chief to attract her to curse, so as to create a chance to meet Jiang Xing.

Jiang Feng's phone vibrated, and her brother sent a message.

【Don't get angry with Xia Song】

"Xia Song, I really have you." Jiang Feng took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, "You'd better pray that my brother likes you for a little longer, or you will have good fruit to eat."

The girl strode to the stage with her head held high, holding the piano as if she was a warrior about to go to the battlefield.

Xia Song lifted the piano and smiled at Jiang Xing.

Mr. Jiang actually protected him from Jiang Feng.

Orchestra leader: "Xia Song, hurry up."

"coming."

The young man stood on the stage, and his position happened to be on Jiang Feng's right, and he was the first in the violin department.

The lights dimmed, and the hall was pitch black, leaving only a beam of golden light on the stage.

The light from the computer screen was particularly abrupt, Jiang Xing put his hand aside and accidentally touched the milk tea.

He hesitated for a moment, ripped open the straw and poked it in.

Xia Song said it was very clean, maybe you can try it.

Music sounds flowed out from the stage, Xia Song was holding the piano, facing the bottom of the stage obliquely, the spotlight shone on his cheek, blinked slowly, and cast a small soft shadow on his cheek.

He raised his arm, and the bowstring was one step away from the string.

Jiang Xing took a sip of the milk tea, which was still the jasmine milk green from last time.

The baton was pointed at the violin department, Xia Song lowered his eyes, the bowstring fell, and the sound of the piano pierced the sky like an arrow piercing through the dark clouds.

He is not ostentatious, and only plays to the extreme when he should act. Every beat is the fusion and sublimation of beauty and power.

Jiang Feng forced herself to focus on the score. Her skills and precision far surpassed Xia Song's, but she couldn't concentrate.

Too many trivial matters bothered her, worried that Jiang Xing would be cheated, and resented Xia Song's tricks.

The moment Xia Song mentioned the piano, he seemed to care nothing, only the score and the piano in his eyes.

How is it possible?Jiang Feng mechanically followed the main team to finish the performance, and frowned as the crowd gathered around the pianist and Xia Song, pouring out free words of praise.

Xia Song smiled modestly: "It's all thanks to everyone."

He didn't have to push everyone away, his outstanding height allowed him to look at Jiang Xing with just a slight tilt of his head.

Jiang Xing looked back indifferently.

Xia Song narrowed his eyes and asked silently: Is it good to drink?

Jiang Xing took a sip of the milk tea.

Too sweet for my liking.

The jasmine green tea base is not bad.

At the end of the practice, Jiang Feng packed his things with a heavy heart, and left silently without even saying harsh words to Xia Song.

Xia Song helped the orchestra leader pack the piano bench and clean up.After everyone had left, he turned to Jiang Xing.

The lights in the hall were probably turned off by some classmate.

It was very dark, except for the afterglow of the setting sun cast by a row of lattice windows behind Jiang Xing.

Xia Song walked towards him, and the new leather shoes made a rhythmic muffled sound on the ground.

"Finished?" Jiang Xing put down his phone.

"Ah."

Xia Song stopped in front of him, and the two of them were too close, with their knees touching their knees.He looked down at Jiang Xing. Jiang Xing leaned on the back of the chair and raised his eyes inadvertently. The two people's eyes collided. They obviously didn't say a word, but the air in the room trembled.

Jiang Xing: "Go?"

"……Um."

Xia Song seemed to want to say something, but finally smiled and offered to help Jiang Xing install the computer, "Is the milk tea too sweet?"

He could tell from the way Jiang Xing kept pursing his lips.

"A bit greasy." Jiang Xing said.

"Then I'll drink the rest." Xia Song picked up the cup, but it was light and weightless. He laughed and said, "What, Mr. Jiang dislikes sweetness and drank it all up."

Jiang Xing was not embarrassed, stood up and said, "The tea is good."

The seats are arranged so tightly that only one person can pass through, but Xia Song has to squeeze to his side.

Jiang Xing wanted to walk in front of him, but tripped over a chair.

"Mr. Jiang, be careful, it's very dark."

Xia Song hugged his waist, longing for a moment of intimacy, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Xing stopped and tapped him on the shoulder, "It won't matter if you stay away from me."

"My fault." Xia Song narrowed his eyes with a smile in the dark, "Mr. Jiang hit me again."

"Fault."

The road in the dark is like a narrow and rugged jungle path. Xia Song hugged him, and the two of them walked unsteadily. Jiang Xing admitted his mistake as soon as he said it, but he would not let go.

After finally walking to the entrance of the hall, Xia Song suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Mr. Jiang..." His eyes shimmered in the dark, his voice was as soft as cream mousse, "If only I went to college with you."

They would rent a small apartment together, take classes together, go to the library to study the night together, and then go out to party the night after finals.

They would drink and exchange souls in jasmine-scented smoke.

Maybe I will raise a cat. After all, both of them live in the local area, so there is no need to worry about the cat becoming homeless after graduation.

The short few years between him and Jiang Xing, now it seems that the difference is a whole of the most beautiful youth.

Jiang Xing was silent for a moment, and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Thinking too much." He said in a cold voice, "I'm either in class at university or in the company."

"Oh..." Xia Song followed Jiang Xing out of the hall dejectedly.

However, he quickly regained his strength and followed Jiang Xing stickily.

One side is carrying the piano case and Jiang Xing's computer, while the other hand is touching Jiang Xing endlessly.

Xia Song finally understood the men and women on campus who refused to be separated.

People in love can't see anything outside at all, they just want to feel each other with every inch of their skin.

The two didn't avoid people, anyway, college boys also like to fight with their arms around their shoulders.

The driver had prepared himself mentally in just a few hours, and when he saw the two of them approaching holding hands, he remained calm and asked, "Mr. Jiang, are you going home?"

"Do you want to eat outside or at home?" Jiang Xing asked, "Tomorrow is a rest day, so it doesn't matter if the dishes are left overnight."

Xia Song: "Go back, go back."

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows, not understanding why the other party was in a hurry.

Seeing Jiang Xing pressing the fender once, Xia Song rushed to the button as soon as he got in the car, grinning at the driver.

The driver scratched his head and drove sullenly.

In the past, Mr. Jiang would still chat with him. His daughter made small handmade ornaments for him to hang on his mobile phone. Now he has no time to show off with Mr. Jiang.

Xia Song raised the baffle, and the next thing he did was to throw the jacket of the piano case on the edge of the seat, and rubbed himself in the middle next to Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing: "What are you in a hurry for?"

"Obviously you are in a hurry..." He muttered, and then leaned his head together, "Mr. Jiang, do you like to watch me play the violin?"

Jiang Xing looked away and didn't speak.

"This is the last time," Xia Song leaned against him, rubbing against Jiang Xing's shoulder with soft hair, "I will only listen to Mr. Jiang from now on."

Jiang Xing pushed his head away, "I don't have such a strange request. You can listen to anyone."

"Then I just want to tell you."

He was forced to raise his head, but his arms hugged Jiang Xing and refused to let go, his cheeks were pushed out of shape.

Jiang Xing turned to the beginning and burst out laughing.

Xia Song stopped his strength, his eyes were so bright that they were about to burn.

"Don't stare at me like that..." Jiang Xing was helpless, he pulled the young man's chin to make him turn his face slightly, which happened to be the angle of looking from the stage.

Xia Song on the stage was a different person compared to the one in front of his eyes.

Confident, focused, dazzling.

Xia Song smiled triumphantly, "So you are in a hurry."

He looked at Jiang Xing after the performance, and the other party's eyes were full of wonderful brilliance.

"I like it very much, right?" Xia Song said excitedly.For a moment, Jiang Xing hallucinated that he turned into a Xiu Gogou who had just perfectly completed the password, and was proudly puffing out his chest to let himself praise.

Jiang Xing: "Very handsome."

Xia Song cheered in a low voice, and threw herself on Jiang Xing, hugging him tightly, "Mr. Jiang!"

"Okay..." Jiang Xing couldn't do anything about his personality, and couldn't push him away, "Sit down quickly."

"Oh."

Xia Song stopped, and the car became quiet all of a sudden, but the breathing of the two of them was more obvious, and the hug was hotter than the sun.The woolen sweaters are attached together, and the muscles and bones of both parties can be felt through the clothes as the heartbeat rises and falls.

People become independent individuals from birth, but they can feel the fusion of souls when they embrace their lovers.

Jiang Xing turned his head to avoid Xia Song's moist breath.

"Mr. Jiang, can you give me a kiss?"