The Price of Rebirth [System]

"At that time, why did you hold me?"

Zhang Chongji leaned against the bar counter and gently shook the glass. The whiskey under the dim light seemed to be dotted with golden light, and the rippling ripples were very beautiful.

"En? When?" Fu Jun held up the glass and frowned, his eyes seemed to be pondering some memories, "...Do you have any?"

Zhang Chongji paused, took a sip of his drink, and lowered his eyes: "It's nothing."

Fu Jun shrugged, took the cup and forcibly bumped into his, with a sly smile on his lips: "Cheers to our landing."

The corners of Zhang Chongji's lips were slightly hooked, and after touching him with this hand, he poured the wine into his throat. The soft curve of the raised neck and the rolling of the Adam's apple made people feel a bit seductive .

Fu Jun was distracted just watching this, and then he came back to his senses and took a sip of wine in a hurry to hide his blushing face.

Zhang Chongji didn't see his expression, just looked down at the empty wine glass in his hand and said casually: "What time is it?"

Fu Jun glanced at his watch: "It's 08:30."

Zhang Chongji was a little dazed, and he clenched the empty wine glass in his hand.

The engagement banquet should have already started, right?Although he had already thought about it, he had to say that he still felt a little bitter in his heart.

"Regret?" With a teasing tone, Zhang Chongji turned his head and saw Fu Jun's playful expression, "Or should I say... sad?"

Zhang Chongji glanced at him coldly, and tightened his lips: "No."

Fu Jun shrugged, shook the glass in his hand, and said in a casual tone, "If you want to go there, I can drive you."

"I said, no!"

Zhang Chongji seemed a little annoyed, and suddenly put the glass on the bar counter. The ear-piercing sound from the bottom of the glass and the table attracted the slightly surprised eyes of some people around.

"Tsk, did I say anything?" Fu Jun clicked his tongue lightly, with an innocent expression on his face, "Why are you so angry all of a sudden?"

Zhang Zhongji moved his lips but was blocked by him and didn't know what to say, so he glanced at him coldly, sat on the swivel chair in front of the bar, and looked at the neat row of fine wines behind the bartender.

"Okay, be happy, my teacher." Fu Jun buckled the mouth of a delicately curved wine bottle on the empty wine glass in front of Zhang Chongji, making a crisp sound. With Fu Jun's slow voice, crystal clear The wine flowed slowly and filled the glass, "It's hard to have a drink together, don't be disappointed by something I said."

Zhang Chongji glanced at him, raised his wine glass with a sneer, "Fu Jun, your performance now is very different from the first time I saw you, but I always remember that time when you beat me up in the office." One punch."

Zhang Chongji's sarcasm made Fu Jun a little speechless, and then he laughed again: "Teacher, you really hold grudges."

Zhang Chongji didn't speak, but raised the glass in his hand and took a sip from the rim.

"But isn't the teacher today different from the first one I saw? Now your character is very suitable to me."

Fu Jun suddenly approached him, blinked his eyes, and even stuck out his tongue to lick his lips with a strange arc. I have to say that although this behavior was a bit strange, coupled with his slightly lazy eyes But it was suddenly full of temptation.

However, Zhang Chongji frowned in disgust, stretched out his palm mercilessly to push his face away, and then spit out two words: "Disgusting."

"I really don't understand the fun, teacher." Fu Jun, who was pushed away, just sighed helplessly, shrugged and picked up his own glass, watching him curl his lips, "So, are you in a better mood? "

Zhang Chongji stared blankly at his smile, blinked his eyes and lowered his head.

It has to be said that Zhang Chongji's depressed mood from just now has indeed improved a lot after being made such a fuss by Fu Jun, so everything he did just now was to ease his mood?

Zhang Chongji pursed his lips tightly and turned his head to look to the side. Fu Jun was talking to the bartender with his lips curled up. He squinted his eyes in a very cheerful manner, and laughed from time to time. The corners of his lips curved beautifully.

Fu Jun's attitude towards him changed when Zhang Chongji didn't know about it.

By the time he reacted, he was already immune to Fu Jun's attitude, as if he had gotten used to it easily.

After Zhang Chongji noticed this, he didn't reject it. After all, Fu Jun was not included in his plan, and he didn't have to rack his brains to get close to Fu Jun, taking steps step by step to get his sincerity.

To put it more broadly, Fu Jun may be the only mission target he can relax and feel true to himself.

Sure enough, protection and damage are different.

Just like what Fu Jun said, Zhang Chongji’s attitude towards him is also different, from the beginning of the pretense and temptation, to the relationship that seems like a confidant and always thorny in the end, and finally Zhang Chongji reluctantly included him in Wu In that circle of hurt.

When he met Fu Jun for the first time, he knew that Fu Jun and himself were of the same kind. Zhang Chongji couldn't say exactly what kind of generalization the so-called kind was, but he knew that there were many things hidden in Fu Jun that he didn't know. know the secret.

Although they are the children of overseas returnees, they always behave like street gangsters. They have excellent grades but only understand written knowledge points. They are like a robot brain that is forced to install learning programs.

That day when I saw him at the window, Zhang Chongji still had a deep impression of the depressive aura emanating from his body.

Different from Yuan Jun's sense of disobedience, Fu Jun hides his own personality more deeply and hiddenly, which may be one of the reasons why Zhang Chongji said that he is of the same kind.

Know how to pretend, know how to hide the truest self.

If it hadn't been for accidentally bumping into Fu Jun's slightly heavy side that day, it would have been difficult for Zhang Chongji to connect the unruly smiling person in front of him with the figure of that day. It can even be said that if he hadn't bumped into him that day, Zhang Chongji might not even have died. Knowing that Fu Jun hides extremely deep true emotions.

This is the difference between Fu Jun and Yuan Jun: he can very sensitively detect the disobedience that Yuan Jun gave him, but he can't find any clues of Fu Jun showing his emotions.

Guarding Fu Jun's happy life, guarding and happiness are two things that seem simple but are the most difficult to achieve.

For such a person who hides himself so subtly, what should the real expression of temperament be like?What did he go through to become like this, and what did he do to let him spend his life happily?

These are all Zhang Chongji's thoughts and worries. Fu Jun is not an ordinary person. If it wasn't for his willingness, Zhang Chongji would have no way of knowing his true emotions. Drink together, and occasionally go out and fight with him.

It's hard to imagine that his identity is obviously a university teacher but he hangs out with this student like a hooligan.

However, while doing these seemingly idle actions, Zhang Chongji felt a deep nostalgia, as if accompanying him to recall the period of his own youth that he could not remember clearly.

And Fu Jun is another self.

For Zhang Chongji, the feeling Fu Jun gave him was very complicated. There was nostalgia, defense, temptation, and sympathy for him as if he was for the same kind.

"Hello, teacher."

Zhang Chongji's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shaking of the palm in front of his eyes, he raised his eyelids and saw Fu Jun's playful cheek, "What are you thinking, can't it be... thinking of me?"

It is indeed 'missing' you.

Zhang Chongji satirized silently in his heart, but his expression did not change: "How long are you going to use this image?"

With dyed hair, a string of earrings, a disheveled dress and a ring that can be sold, Zhang Chongji has always had a headache for his image.

Although Fu Jun looked like a hooligan, his appearance was actually not bad, he could even be said to be a handsome young man, but his good temperament was forcibly destroyed by such an outfit.

"Ah?" Fu Jun seemed a bit puzzled by Zhang Chongji's question. He rubbed the bone ring on the other hand with his fingertips, and smiled nonchalantly, "I think this is pretty good."

What good?With such a dress, you can be the XX boy of the XX gang.

"Do you... know Mr. Yuan?" Zhang Chongji was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "He is also called a genius just like you, and he returned to China on the same day as you."

"Yuan Jun?" Fu Jun frowned, rubbing his chin with one hand and thinking, "I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Zhang Chongji was about to remind something but Fu Jun called softly, and then he laughed lightly: "Ah, I remembered."

Zhang Chongji pursed his lips and looked at him, but he saw him looking back at him with a bit of playfulness with his lips curled up.

"When we met for the first time, you called me by the wrong name and mistook me for him...I still have a deep impression on you."

deep impression?Who was it that took a long time to recall just now?

But what Fu Jun said is correct, it is precisely because he is also called a genius, and he happened to return to China on the same day. When the principal brought him to contact Fu Jun that day, he mistakenly referred him to Fu Jun because of the information that Father Wu was in the ward. Fu Jun admitted that he was Yuan Jun.

Such an oolong is also the reason why Fu Jun had a negative impression of Zhang Chongji at the beginning.

Thinking about it, it was really a long time ago, and now his plan has gradually entered the right track, and he has not acted recklessly like that day.

Zhang Chongji ignored his joking tone but continued to speak.

"Why don't you be like him? Although both are geniuses, he is the only one who is recognized in school. Last time I heard that he participated in the Mathematical Olympiad, and where were you at that time?"

Fu Jun squinted his eyes, his face turned cold for a moment, and then he laughed again.

"Why should I be like him? Is it because we are both geniuses that we should be compared together?"

Zhang Chongji frowned: "That's not what I meant."

I just want you to change your personal habits, even if it’s a disguise, you should be as attractive and cute as Yuan Jun’s disguise, wouldn’t it be good?What is it to get a gangster outfit?Trendy or deliberately trying to grab attention?

"I don't want to hear this." Fu Jun rubbed the center of his brows, the corner of his mouth lowered slightly, "I'm a little tired, teacher, go back early."

Zhang Chongji blinked his eyes and said nothing.

Obviously, he felt that Fu Jun was deliberately avoiding this topic, whether it was the clothes on his body, or any corrections to his study methods, or comparing him with others, Fu Jun always skipped topics or stopped talking like this .

What is he hiding, in other words, what is he caring about?

As always, it was Fu Jun who paid the money. He threw his coat behind him and pouted at Zhang Zhongji, "Let's go, take my car, and I'll take you home."

Zhang Chongji rubbed his fingertips along the rim of the cup for a while, raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the cup and stood up.

There was silence all the way, and no one spoke. Fu Jun only opened his mouth quietly when he reached the gate of Zhang Chong's own residential area.

"Don't compare me with others, I don't like it very much."

Zhang Chongji looked at him, pursed his lips, and swallowed the three "why" into his throat.

The car was about to leave the alley, and not far away was the entrance of Zhang Chong's own house, but Zhang Chongji himself thought he had realized something, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Jun's hand holding the steering wheel: "Don't drive yet."

Fu Jun was caught off guard by Zhang Chongji's sudden intervention, and almost missed the car and hit the wall next to him. He looked a little irritable, and stared at Zhang Chongji fiercely: "I/fuck, what are you doing!"

The car drove in an S-shape for a short distance and stopped at the exit of an alley not far from the house. Just as Fu Jun was about to open his mouth, Zhang Chongji snatched his neck and forced them to lower their heads to cover up. under the steering wheel.

The distance between the two was so close that Fu Jun could even feel his delicate skin clinging to his cheek. Although he didn't know why the other party did this, he obediently didn't stand up, and just asked a little irritatedly: "Hey, how about you?" do what?"

"Hush—" Zhang Chongji signaled him not to speak, and pointed to the door of the house while whispering, "Look over there."

Fu Jun raised his eyebrows and looked along his fingers. Under the dim light not far from Zhang Chongji's house, he vaguely saw two slender and tall figures and a black car.

This is... blocked?

Seeing the breathless frowning of the people next to him, Fu Jun seemed to have thought of something, his heart sank, and he squinted his eyes to look in that direction again.

Sure enough, although I didn't know who the other man was, I only saw one of them this afternoon.

That familiar man...is Yuan Cheng, right?How did he get here?At this time, shouldn't she be at the engagement banquet? !