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

The next day, the blue sky was clear.

Nan Yangxing sat next to Wen Simiao listening to the class with her chin in her hands, yawning one after another.

Last night, he tossed and stayed up most of the night, and finally straightened his mind, simply got up from the bed, made a list of all kinds of accidents that Wen Simiao would encounter in the future, and then gave a solution after the event.

First of all, improving physical fitness is the foundation.

Being pushed into the water requires swimming skills, attending a reception requires dancing skills, fighting with Lu Yusheng requires learning Sanda skills... Of course, the most important thing for Wen Simiao as a college student is to study.

Thinking of this, Nan Yangxing lightly touched Wen Simiao beside him with his elbow.

Wen Simiao turned her head for the first time since class.

Nan Yangxing lowered his voice, his tone sounded like an unscrupulous peddler selling harmful goods on the road: "I'll teach you, okay?"

"Whatever." Wen Simiao turned her head back and continued to listen carefully.

What kind of stimulation did this young master receive?After staring at him all afternoon, he finally choked out such a sentence.

For him to study?It sounds like a joke.

Thinking about it carefully, Nan Yangxing behaved abnormally last night, his eyes seemed to be having fun, but he didn't have the nauseating feeling of his previous life.

Nan Yangxing, who was perfunctory, was a little dissatisfied. Although he was the one to catch up, but asking Wen Simiao to have a little bit of mood swings, isn't that too much?

It's good to be surprised, not to mention happy.

Nan Yangxing stared at it for another 3 minutes, brushed and wrote on the textbook, and pushed in Wen Simiao's direction after writing: Do you have emotional cognitive impairment?

Wen Simiao pretended not to see it.

Nan Yangxing moved towards Wen Simiao this time.

It's too close, and you can even easily smell the sweet fragrance from the young master's body, like strawberries wrapped in cream, not offensively sweet.Wen Simiao pulled the distance away calmly: "No."

Nan Yangxing was so boring that he let himself go a little bit. He took the textbook back and wrote a new sentence with great effort: Then why are you so indifferent!

The exclamation point is the essence.

Wen Simiao: "..."

It was the first time I was called indifferent, and I was very uncomfortable.

Nan Yangxing, who didn't get a response, added another sentence: Speak.

After finishing writing, I crossed out these two words, and wrote a new sentence: Can you write like me?Just write it in my textbook.

Then he pushed it to Wen Simiao's side, raised his head and waited eagerly.

Being stared at like this, Wen Simiao really couldn't say the more indifferent words like 'simply hate', so she had to push the textbook back: "Listen carefully to the class."

Nan Yangxing was so angry that he dragged the textbook back, lay down on it, and pointed the back of his head at Wen Simiao.

There were four big characters written all over his body, come and coax me, but within half a minute he secretly turned his head to observe Wen Simiao's face, and was caught just in time, and almost became angry from embarrassment.

Wen Simiao didn't even say four words: "Listen to the class."

A voice that didn't belong to the two of them sounded a slightly old and kind voice: "What happened to the two male students over there, arguing?"

This is the last class at noon. The experienced old professor is well-informed and reasonable. He is not surprised by the small conflicts among students. Because he teaches psychology, he is even ready to adjust it with great interest: "There are Try to talk about any conflicts as much as possible, and communicate face to face. "

The students in the class who knew the inside story lowered their heads, worried that the old professor would be affected by the fun of these second-generation ancestors.

Nan Yangxing realized that the old professor was talking about him and Wen Simiao, his face turned red to the ears, and he stood up, his whole body was like a boiled shrimp: "Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't speak in class."

The old professor waved his hand and signaled Nan Yangxing to sit down and speak: "It's okay, tell me why you had a conflict. The teacher will analyze it for you and see whose fault it is."

Nan Yangxing sat down, didn't know how to speak for a while, he hesitated for a long time: "There is no big conflict, just, he always ignores me."

After listening, the old professor looked at Wen Simiao and asked, "This male student, tell me why you ignored him. Cold violence is not acceptable."

Nan Yangxing also looked over, and was very worried that Wen Simiao would not speak. That would be too embarrassing for the old professor, so he just planned to answer for him: "He..."

"He said I was indifferent." Wen Simiao interrupted Nan Yangxing's words.

The old professor was very curious: "Why is this?" He admired this student quite a bit, and he always sat very close to the front and listened carefully.

Wen Simiao was silent for a moment: "I don't know."

Nan Yangxing: "..." You can make up a reason.

I had to stand up again and help to add, "Because I can't always understand what he is thinking in his heart, and he won't tell me that he is fierce at home, as if I owe him a lot of money." , Nan Yangxing's tone became more and more aggrieved, and after he finished speaking, he felt ashamed of being fussy, and lowered his head, unwilling to look at people.

Is he easy?Dressed as a vicious cannon fodder.

The old professor nodded, indicating that he had listened: "Are you brothers and relatives?"

Nan Yangxing shook his head blankly.

The old professor knew that they all lived together, and it was probably the young couple who were quarreling: "The first thing to do is to see if it is suitable for two people to live together, and the second is to understand and tolerate each other. If there is psychological pressure, it may be a good choice to talk about it."

Originally, the old professor was going to say a few words in detail, but the bell for the end of get out of class rang without winking, so he had to give up.

"Then students, let's go to get out of class."

Everyone got up and left one after another. Nan Yangxing also put away the textbooks full of villains, trying to cool down the temperature on his face. While Wen Simiao was packing up his notes, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you not angry?"

Wen Simiao remained indifferent as always: "No."

Just as Nan Yangxing breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head and saw the old professor frowning.

The old professor thought about it and said, "Although falling in love is a matter of personal experience, you must also determine whether it is suitable."

Meaningful.

Nan Yangxing didn't understand, and subconsciously agreed: "Ah...um."

This is indeed the truth, but why did the professor suddenly say such a sentence to him?ah!Could it be to Wen Simiao?Even this respected old professor has heard about the love-hate relationship between the protagonist, Gong Shou?

At this time, there were still many students who hadn't left in the class, and after going through this conversation in their minds, they came to a shocking conclusion:

Nan Yangxing is in a relationship with Wen Simiao, not the forced nurturing they imagined!

Thinking back, it was indeed the case.If it was true as the rumors said, Wen Simiao should be locked up in a certain place like in the novel, without seeing the light of day, how could he go to class every day and never miss work like now.

It's quite enviable, Nan Yangxing never attended class before, but now he is with Wen Simiao every day.

Unexpectedly, the young master of the Nan family is still a licking dog.

——The rumor is like the wind, anyone who is a little bit involved will know it in a blink of an eye.

Among them, Lu Yusheng is the representative.

There was a halftime break in the basketball game, and the ball was played especially fiercely and excitingly today.Some daring boys and girls gathered around to deliver water, and those who simply joined in the fun, with Lu Yusheng at the center, were surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

But Huang Mao, who knows everything, can break through many obstacles, like a loudspeaker: "Brother Lu, I laughed so hard."

Lu Yusheng raised his eyes impatiently.

Huang Mao didn't keep it secret, and explained with a smile: "Someone actually thinks that Nan Shao is in a relationship with Wen Simiao. How much water has entered their brains? It's so rumored."

Lu Yusheng stood up with a sneer, drank as if he was drinking wine, his face was as black as ink: "What does it have to do with me?"

Huang Mao was dumb, looked at his face, and smiled: "It doesn't matter."

"boom--"

Lu Yusheng caught off guard and threw the ball out of his hands, purposely attracting attention, and shouted: "Have you rested yet?"

The members playing on the opposite side were not very good-looking when they were provoked by this provocation, especially the boy in the middle who was wearing a black jacket. He stood up and slapped the ball back hard.

Lu Yusheng glanced at Huang Mao sideways, and snorted: "Say out loud what you just said to me."

"It doesn't matter." Huang Mao didn't understand which song he was singing, but he still obeyed obediently.

Lu Yusheng clicked his tongue, impatient to the point of irritability: "One more sentence."

Huang Mao nodded hurriedly: "Some people think..."

Lu Yusheng: "Didn't eat?!"

"Some people think! Nan Shao is in a relationship with Wen Simiao, and it's rumored!"

Huangmao tried his best to speak loudly, and he didn't care about his face.

He felt that Young Master Lu was particularly irritable today, like an explosive barrel that would ignite at one point, and he didn't know if it was because he hadn't reconciled with Young Master Nan, and the two didn't meet directly today.

"Young Master Lu, why don't we go and deal with Wen Simiao?" Huang Mao cautiously suggested.

However, Lu Yusheng laughed, staring at his opponent wearing a black coat, and said in a thought-provoking tone, "We don't need to do anything, someone will naturally look for trouble."

Huang Mao didn't understand, he only knew how to respond simply, he was about to take a drink to soothe his sad throat, but when he turned around, he was stopped by someone.

It was Wei Yanyu, the player in the black jacket who was almost hit by Lu Shao's basketball.

He is handsome, with long legs and narrow waist, but it is a pity that he has a mouth that cannot speak. He often sneers when he speaks. He is a very difficult person to get along with.

The identity is the son of Wei's parents.

Huang Mao knew that this was another person he couldn't offend, and seeing that he seemed to be here to ask the teacher to ask for a crime, he quickly knelt down and apologized: "I don't know what to do..."

"What did you just say?" Wei Yanyu's eyes were as cold as ice.

Huang Mao was very confused, why did this act like being cuckolded?Repeat honestly: "I said..."

Before he finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Lu Yusheng on the side: "Can't understand human speech? Nan Yangxing is in a relationship with Wen Simiao, is it clear enough now?"

Wei Yanyu retorted without thinking: "Fart."

Lu Yusheng smiled instead of anger: "Everyone says that, what's the use of you getting angry with me?"

"It's funny, how can the Lu family be so powerful if they act like that at school all day long? A second son of the Lu family who can't inherit the family property—" Wei Yanyu lengthened his voice, without concealing his provocation, and suddenly lowered his voice , "For me, shit is not."

Every word, full of sarcasm.