Face blindness, he refuses to raise fish! [Transmigration Book]

Turning off the phone, Nan Yangxing was really sleepy, put the phone aside and fell into a deep sleep.

Had a nightmare all night, in the dream he was standing in a dimly lit closed room, holding a thick black whip in his hand, the person in front of him was silent, obviously the skin and flesh on his body had been beaten open, revealing the red texture inside.

"Why are you disobedient?"

He heard the echo of his own voice colliding with the empty wall, and his hands and feet were cold for a while.

It's only natural that you didn't get an answer.

"Lu Yusheng couldn't cure your ignorant problem, so I have to come." In the dream, Nan Yangxing drew closer and kicked the person tied to the chair to the ground, even if he could see a trace of pain It will make him feel very happy, "I really like it..." The angle of view moves down and freezes the corners of the blood-oozing lips in front of him, "It's really a stupid bug."

stupid bug-

Nan Yangxing recalled the conversation with Wen Simiao in the car for no reason.

Waking up suddenly, Nan Yangxing lay on the bed and looked at the still unfamiliar room, reconfirmed the fact that he had time traveled, and washed up helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the bedside mobile phone rang with an attitude of reluctance.

Nan Yangxing had no choice but to go back to the bed, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard a roar from the other end: "Nan Yangxing! Who did you bring home?"

"Ah?" Nan Yangxing didn't wake up, his head was in a daze, "Who is it?"

"You brought a 'toy' home?"

Nan Yangxing's parents received a report from the housekeeper, and immediately made a cross-border phone call to ask Xingshi, "Did you fail to learn from that kid Lu Yusheng? Wait until I go back and see if I don't break your leg!"

Another gentle female voice rang out, singing blushingly: "Mom knows that you like boys, but you have to be serious, just find someone to be with, what if he is not healthy?"

"No." Nan Yangxing was dizzy from this series of words, and quickly explained, "That's the number one in our grade. I don't know why I provoked Lu Yusheng. I brought him back out of good intentions. Yes. He didn't mean that." Half-truths are the hardest to debunk.

That last sentence was the most sincere.

Mrs. Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew Xing Xing was a sensible child."

After a few words of concern and consideration, the phone was turned off.

Nan Yangxing, who was playing so much early in the morning, felt relieved, turned around again, and was almost frightened into cardiac arrest, and blurted out: "Who let you in?"

"Butler Wang asked me to ask you to go down for breakfast."

This is Wen Simiao?Nanyang Xing is a little uncertain.

Yesterday he called him the 'temporary master', but today he is called 'you', of course he is not sensitive to the address, the focus is on: "Did you hear everything?"

Wen Simiao remained calm: "Should I hear it?"

Nan Yangxing was choked: "..." If the original owner was standing here, he might have already made a move.The experience of cannon fodder in this novel is very subtle. He always feels that Wen Simiao is constantly provoking him, for fear that he will not be tortured.

Delusion.

Just about to avoid the obstacle in front of him, "You didn't treat the wound?" Nan Yangxing stood still and stared at the scar on Wen Simiao's forehead, which seemed to show signs of inflammation and festering.

"Do you dare to enter my room without knocking on the door but dare not mention to Uncle Wang that the wound needs to be treated?"

Wen Simiao retorted: "I knocked, but you didn't reply."

Nan Yangxing had no choice but to look through the received messages while walking downstairs: "Uncle Wang, Wen Simiao's wound is inflamed."

Wen Simiao squinted his eyes. Since last night, Nan Yang Xing's actions were no longer predicted by him.

People don't change easily.

It's also rare fun.

Wen Simiao followed Nan Yangxing, step by step, like a silent spirit behind her.

I began to envision the dilapidated rose-like picture in my mind.

With such a weak body, as long as he stretches out his hand and exerts a little force, it will fall heavily like a kite with a broken string.

The unreasonable design of the stairs in the Nan family will become a sharp weapon to kill the only son. The young master who fell from this position just hit the sharp sculpture, and the blood splashed will stain the vision.

Returning to his senses, Wen Simiao held down the position of his heart to calm down the beating.

There is no need to end so lightly.

Nan Yangxing didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. His eyes were attracted by the information he received. He was a seemingly indifferent person who didn't even have a note. His nickname was Weeping Willow.

Weeping Willow sent more than two pages of long and short messages, half of which were flattering flattery, and the other half were humble and apologetic.

It seems that Xiaoyu No. [-] who left yesterday, that is, Ren Chenxi, has a problem.It is said that the recent variety show is a closed recording, and there is really no time to spare in the future. I probably won't be able to accompany Nan Yangxing often. I hope Nan Yangxing, the prince of Star Dance Entertainment, can take care of it.

Nan Yangxing casually replied with an emoji to show his friendliness: Whatever you want, don't worry about me.

After staring at this news for a long time, I found that there was no sadness about my boyfriend not being able to accompany him at all, so I added a few words: I understand that work is the most important thing, let him take good care of his body.

Nan Yangxing, who finished solving Xiaoyu No. [-], was in a good mood. Sitting in front of the dining table, Steward Wang had already walked over with a medicine box.

"Uncle Wang, will there be scars on his face?"

Butler Wang took out the bandage, "I will try not to leave any scars, please rest assured, young master."

"... That's good." Nan Yangxing watched Steward Wang's movements eagerly.

Wen Simiao sat directly opposite Nanyangxing, waiting for the medicine to be applied to his forehead, with lowered eyebrows.

Difficulty moving.

This young master just likes to see other people in pain.

Just when the cotton swab in Steward Wang's hand was about to touch the wound.

"Wait!" Nan Yangxing interrupted, turning his head quickly, shy about his fuss, pretending to be interested in the breakfast on the table, "Today's breakfast looks delicious."

"Owner."

Nan Yangxing was agitated by this shameful address, and almost failed to control his facial expressions, his eyes swept over him emotionlessly.

Wen Simiao's long and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like yellow pistils and white flowers dying after the frost, she frowned slightly: "It hurts."

Nan Yangxing subconsciously recalled the nightmare he had, in which the abused person showed bones in his hands and his face didn't change for a moment, it was really just a pure nightmare.Facing Wen Simiao in reality, Nan Yangxing thought: If it hurts, tell Uncle Wang, let him take it easy, what's the use of telling me?

He said helplessly, "Uncle Wang, please be gentle."

Steward Wang stopped: "Young master, do you want to help Mr. Wen with medicine?"

"No." Nan Yangxing refused, just looking at the wound on his forehead gave him a strong sense of substitution, as if it was already hurting, so why not let him do it himself?

Steward Wang confirmed that the resistance on his young master's face was not fake, nodded and continued with his work, "It's best to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination to make sure there are no sequelae."

Until Steward Wang finished taking the medicine, Wen Simiao didn't get extra attention for showing weakness on the spur of the moment, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the red mole on the tip of Nan Yangxing's ear.

It shouldn't be such a bland reaction, at least he couldn't divert his gaze, definitely not the posture of not being able to look directly at the wound like now.

Like a chick that has never experienced wind and rain, it dare not witness the suffering.

The dining table fell silent, only the sound of the collision of knives and forks, until Wen Simiao stood up and was about to go back to the second floor, Nan Yangxing said: "Today is Monday, don't you have class?" There is a sentence mentioned in the novel, because the original owner and Lu Yusheng Due to the captivity, Wen Simiao was unable to complete his studies normally, and the teachers who were on his side also thought that he was going degenerate.

"Or do you want to go to the hospital first?" Nan Yangxing was not the considerate type, and it took him a while to remember Wen Simiao's physical condition.

Wen Simiao stared at Nan Yang Xing as if he was looking at a wild monster, until Nan Yang Xing could hardly bear it, then opened his thin lips lightly: "I'm going to class."

Steward Wang is always professional: "Will the young master go to class with Mr. Wen?"

Nan Yangxing smiled, "I don't have class today." Just saying this made me happy for a while, with a little pride of not being annoying.

The screen turns -

Nan Yangxing, who had no class, sat with Wen Simiao in the third row of the classroom, right in the center, a dangerous position where he needed to make frequent eye contact with the teacher.The students who came to class came and went, and they glanced in the direction of the two of them intentionally or unintentionally, some out of curiosity, and some just attracted by their outstanding appearance.

Small discussions sounded from all over the classroom.

Nan Yangxing bit the bullet and lay down on the table to play with his mobile phone, browsing the small pink forum, and a title that was almost tailor-made for him appeared on the homepage.

#安科/If you crossed into a slag attacking cheap subject novel and became the cannon fodder who always beat or scolded the protagonist in it, and if you were not careful, you would end up dead, how would you choose? #

Option [-]: Take advantage of your own understanding of the plot to replace the protagonist Shou.

Option [-]: Become the little sun of the protagonist, let him establish the correct three views, and stay away from sadomasochism.

Option [-]: Avoid all plots, stay away from the protagonist's attack and victim, and find another way to open the situation.

"I heard that you and Wen Simiao were in class together. Come and take a look. I didn't expect it to be true."

Nan Yangxing, who was scratching his head and thinking, raised his head and asked, facial recognition failed: "Yeah." Then he noticed the familiar little yellow hair behind the visitor, and tentatively said, "Brother Lu?" This is Nan Yangxing who chose to come to class with Wen Simiao The reason is that Lu Yusheng and his group of scumbags will definitely join in when there is no one around Wen Simiao.

Lu Yusheng nodded, and sat next to Nan Yangxing very naturally: "How did you bring him out?"

"I'm idle anyway." Nan Yangxing blinked, "And my dad called me this morning and said he was going to break my leg."

Lu Yusheng understood that he was pretending to be good, "Then take him home?" Looking at the messy hair on the top of the person in front of him, he stretched out his hand unconsciously to straighten it out and then froze.

Nan Yangxing didn't notice Lu Yusheng's small movements, and thought that their staying here would definitely affect Wen's study, so he suggested to Lu Yusheng, "Brother Lu, staying here is boring, let's go out and play."

Lu Yusheng agreed straight away: "Okay."

Nan Yangxing wondered what exciting occasions Lu Yusheng would take him to, and he had some small expectations in his heart.

Whether it is a bar that only certain users can enter, or a racing car that is unrestrained, it is very attractive.

——Half an hour later, everyone came to the school basketball court.

Nan Yangxing: "..."

Nan Yangxing blurted out: "That's it??"

Outrightly disappointed, it was far from what he had imagined.

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