Reincarnated as the spirit behind the male god

Lu Wei has well-developed tear glands, and is often laughed at by others, saying that he misses little girls, but he still can't control it.

I cry when I fall down, cry when I get an injection, cry when I miss my mother, and cry with Aunt Cui when I watch the local Marysu magic drama where a husband dies and invites the whole village to dinner.

But it was the first time, because I couldn't fight with others, I was angry and cried.

In particular, this guy who was crying angrily still liked the male god he had liked for a long time.

Although after crying again, the male god hugged him like a baby and coaxed him for a long time, feeling a little comfortable and happy, but it still couldn't change the fact that he was angry.

Lu Wei suddenly remembered that in the classroom before, Zhou Fu, who was treated as a compliment for his yin and yang eccentricity, suddenly felt the same way. It was really annoying to fight with the male god!

If he compares his previous likes to chasing stars, then his current mood is that he wants to lose fans, not only loses fans, but also wants to step back.

"I hold grudges very much." Lying on the bed, Lu Wei turned his head to look at Yan Jinyang who had turned off the lights. The embarrassment and politeness of the previous few days were gone: "I am Niu Huluyuan now."

Yan Jinyang returned to the bed, poked his forehead with a smile: "Are you darkened?"

Lu Wei turned over with a "hum", pointed her butt towards the male god, and silently swore in her heart that she would hate him all day tomorrow and not say a word to him.

However, Zhenxiang will always appear in time, Yan Jinyang's activity class will last the whole morning, Lu Wei can still play games with his head down in the morning and refuse to communicate, but in the classroom, he can only stand alone.

The classroom was full, except for Yan Jinyang, all the students had the same table, he hesitated for a long time, and finally thought that the other party could not see, so he sat down on the chair next to Yan Jinyang angrily.

Teacher Jin went around and saw that everyone had brought hot water bottles and footbaths, so he announced the start of class. When cleaning up the classroom last time, Teacher Jin suddenly changed his mind and suggested that Yan Jinyang bring props. The male god did not escape the fate of carrying a hot water bottle and a footbath to the classroom.

Lu Wei was still wondering why the male god had to bring things when he didn't sit at the same table, but soon, this doubt was answered by Teacher Jin.

Because Yan Jin praised him, he was put on the podium as a teaching aid.

There are several students from the School of Information in this classroom. Seeing the courtyard grass who has always been as cold as a robot sitting on the podium soaking his feet, they all picked up their mobile phones to take pictures as souvenirs, and the others who were amused did not know Yan Jin. Yang's classmate, for some reason, also secretly took a few photos.

Lu Wei intends to stop them from secretly filming, but he has no ability, so he can only helplessly watch them finish filming.

However, the torment was not over yet, because after soaking his feet, Teacher Jin brought a small footstool and asked Yan Jinyang to put his feet on it.

Thus, the image of the banquet male god became one foot in the basin, and the other foot was placed in front of him, with the soles of his feet facing all the students.

Lu Wei also heard a girl discussing in a low voice: "Hahaha, this boy's feet are really white."

Immediately afterwards, Teacher Jin moved a chair and sat opposite him, picked up the handout, looked at the acupoint map on it, and turned to the students behind: "Everyone gather around and watch me demonstrate together."

A few seconds later, the students cheered and gathered in a circle, looking intently at the soles of Yan Jinyang's feet.

Teacher Jin held down his instep with one hand, bent his fingers with the other, and pressed hard with his phalanges, directly pressing out a deep pit on the sole of the courtyard grass.

As calm as Yan Jinyang, he also trembled from the pain.

Teacher Jin: "Student, your stomach is not very good."

Then I changed the place and pressed hard again.

Yan Jinyang shook.

"Student, you also have some problems with your spleen."

Change the place and press again.

Yan Jinyang held back.

Teacher Jin smiled gratifiedly: "Okay, the kidneys are fine."

Yan Jinyang: ...

The teacher was very serious, but at this moment, the students around, especially the students from the School of Information, had laughed so hard that they squatted on the ground.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Lu Wei quietly looked at the male god who was sweating in pain but still trying to maintain a cold face. He no longer felt angry at all, only full of sympathy.

It is not easy for such a person to show a smiling face, to maintain a graceful bickering, and to be the first to hand in the exam paper and hang around the other exam halls with airs.

No wonder the male god was so dark this morning, he didn't respond to his unilateral cold violence, probably he had foreseen this situation.

When Teacher Jin finally finished today's content, and the moment Yan Jinyang wiped his feet and put on his shoes, Lu Wei was very sure that he saw an expression called "Relieved" on the face of the male god.

And the students who had laughed out loud just now also showed painful expressions, holding the feet of their deskmates and pinching them.

Yan Jinyang poked the plastic teaching aids with his finger bones expressionlessly, deforming the little things, and vividly interpreted the collapse with only movements without expressions or words.

Lu Wei looked at the side for a while, but still couldn't bear the loneliness, and whispered to him: "Brother Yangyang, can you secretly play a movie for me in the table hole, just turn it up to a little volume, my ears are very good now .”

The collapsed male god paused for a moment, still holding on to take out his phone, picked out an animated movie at random, and played it in the table hole with the lowest sound.

Lu Wei sat down next to his lap very contentedly, but she didn't pay attention to the movie. Instead, she looked up at the male god from time to time, and then lowered her head to silently laugh.

+ + + +

During lunch, Yan Jinyang received a call from Lin Qing.

As soon as he picked it up, there was an ear-shattering laughter from the opposite side: "Hahaha man, you don't even go to the forum to read the guides when you choose courses? Hahahaha! Do you know if you are popular hahahahaha!"

Lu Wei still had a skeleton body at the moment, and was sitting beside him playing games, when he heard the laughter, he raised his head immediately.

Yan Jinyang's face was dark, and his tone was heavy: "How do you know?"

"Hahahaha, no, wait for me to laugh first." After half a minute, Lin Qing finally recovered her normal voice and continued: "Someone posted a picture of your soaking feet on the campus wall, saying that you are too handsome , You deserve to be a school grass hahaha, and then someone who saw it voted your photo to a marketing account on Weibo."

As he was talking, the person on the other side laughed again, and said out of breath: "Hahaha, so you are now, yes, A major, soaking your feet, school grass hahahaha..."

Yan Xiaocao was so ungentlemanly, he hung up the phone amidst the other party's laughter, and turned to look at Lu Wei who had already opened Weibo.

"Are you checking?"

"No, no, no," Lu Wei buckled the pad, raised his hands to show his innocence, and then moved to the side of the male god in small steps, stroking his back one after another like the male god coaxed him yesterday: "Not angry, not angry , calm down, this is like not all people who like each other have to be together, not all schoolgirls can become popular with photos of soaking their feet."

The author has something to say: Although the retribution is late, it will arrive

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