After the teacher finished speaking, a beautiful young man walked in from the door.
He is not tall and very thin, but he still has soft baby fat on his cheeks. His round cat eyes still have a childish look, and his light pink lips are naturally smiling, which makes people feel good about him just looking at him. .
Shen Kong propped up his chin, stared at the young man standing on the podium with interest, and asked in his heart:
"Is this the main character of this book?"
The dry mechanical voice of the system rang in his mind: "Yes, do you need any plot science related to the protagonist?"
I saw the young man giving a sunny smile to the students in the classroom, his crooked eyes seemed to be filled with honey, and even his voice was soft and sweet:
"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Jinghuan. I am a new transfer student. I hope I can get along well with everyone."
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes and answered in his mind: "Tell me about it?"
"Ye Jinghuan is the illegitimate son of the Ye family in A city. He moved to this city with his mother when he was seventeen years old, and transferred to Han Li's class. He used his warmth and sunshine to melt the inferiority complex and isolation caused by his disability. However, half a year later, due to the unexpected death of his mother, Ye Jinghuan was taken back to the Ye family. However, he was despised and excluded because of his identity as an illegitimate son, so he angrily broke off from the Ye family as soon as he became an adult. He got into a relationship and was admitted to the Chinese Department of University F. He worked frugally and worked part-time to support himself. During this period, Ye Jinghuan was discovered by a talent scout because of his outstanding appearance and entered the entertainment industry. "
Shen Kongkong commented frankly: "It's very inspiring."
Teacher Mediterranean on the podium took the lead in applauding with a bright smile on her face. The entire class was also particularly excited due to the appearance of the good-looking transfer student. They applauded and whispered among themselves.
The teacher arranged Ye Jinghuan's seat in the second-to-last row by the window, which happened to be Han Li's front desk.
Shen Kong dragged his cheek with his palm, turned his head and watched Ye Jinghuan carrying his schoolbag and sitting briskly on his seat. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in his mind: "By the way, do you still remember the tender healing method you told me?" ?"
The system suddenly became alert: "What bad idea are you planning?"
"How can I?" Shen Kong blinked innocently and continued: "I just thought that he should be able to help warm and heal the target person, so I don't need to use any enthusiasm to melt the ice?"
In this way, he can concentrate on training the target person to cope with this cruel world.
Division of labor and cooperation, perfect.
The system endured and endured, but finally couldn't help but said: "...you still said that you were not passive and sabotaging your work??"
Ye Jinghuan had already introduced himself and walked down from the podium.
The big schoolbag on his back swayed with his movements, accidentally knocking over the books scattered on Shen Kong's table, and several books fell to the ground with a clatter.
He turned around quickly, apologizing in a low voice while hurriedly picking up the books that had fallen on the floor.
Shen Kong bent down, took the book from his hand, and smiled: "It's okay."
Ye Jinghuan blushed and apologized a few times in a low voice. Then he stood up, walked quickly to his seat and sat down.
Shen Kong held his chin in his hands and followed Ye Jinghuan's steps with his eyes, his eyes slightly narrowed with an unpredictable look.
This inconsequential episode did not affect the craze caused by the transfer students in the class at all.
Han Li, who was sitting in the last row, looked calm and seemed not to be affected by the noise around him at all.
He was half-profile, and his slender fingers with clear joints were turning a pen slowly. The dazzling sunlight came in from outside the half-covered curtains, and the deep shadows of his eyelashes were imprinted on his pale side face, so thin that they were almost The sharp lips were pursed into an inhumane line of indifference.
Han Li narrowed his eyes and stared at the slightly arched and thin back of the young man not far away, the slightly hooked corners of his lips, and his gaze fixed on the transfer student.
"Snapped."
The pen fell out of his hand, rolling on the table, and finally stopped between the gaps in the table.
Han Li lowered his eyes and looked at the pen that was stuck between the table and the table. A faint anger accumulated in his deep eyes.
The get out of class bell rang.
Han Li picked up a few exercise books that had been placed on the table and stood up. Before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a gentle voice:
"...Classmate, are you okay?"
He turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw the transfer student sitting in his seat, staring at him worriedly with a pair of round cat eyes, the sincerity in his eyes undisguised, and his delicate and beautiful face seemed to glow in the sun. Shining light, as if no matter how reckless his actions were, he could be easily forgiven.
Han Li frowned impatiently, glanced at him coldly, did not answer, and just limped forward.
Ye Jinghuan was a little at a loss. He rarely had the experience of being directly ignored by others, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.
The deskmate sitting next to him noticed his strange mood, came over and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ye Jinghuan shook his head uneasily, raised his eyes to look at Han Li's retreating back, and subconsciously bit his lip: "He... doesn't like me very much?"
The female deskmate was overflowing with love on his cute expression and shook her head quickly: "No, no, no, how could it be? Han Li is different. He basically has the same attitude as everyone else. He didn't mean to target you. Don't go there. Take it to heart.”
Ye Jinghuan was stunned: "... different?"
The deskmate pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice, saying: "I actually heard what others said. He seems to have a very deep background. He doesn't come to school often, but his academic performance has never been too bad. I see many students in the class. People, even teachers, are a little afraid of him, but he is quite handsome. Many girls have a crush on him, but few of them really dare to confess to him. The only pity is his legs... "
"Legs?" Ye Jinghuan's curiosity was aroused and he asked.
The deskmate shrugged and said, "Yes, he is lame. I don't know the specific reason. It seems that he has been like that since he was a child."
Ye Jinghuan frowned, feeling a little guilty.
It turns out that I just touched someone's sore spot, so...
It seems like I have to find time to apologize.
——He secretly made up his mind.
Shen Kong was drowsy in his seat. He rested his elbows on the table, stared at the books spread out on the table with half-lidded eyes, and yawned lazily.
At this moment, several neat stacks of exercise books were gently pushed in front of his eyes.
Shen Kong raised his eyelids and looked to his side.
I saw Han Li standing next to his seat, staring at him with lowered eyes, his fingertips gently pressing on the exercise book, and smiling harmlessly:
"Can you check it?"
Shen Kong reached out and flipped through it casually, only to see that the previously blank pages of the exercise book were densely written, and they even carefully imitated Cheng Chen's handwriting.
Surprisingly good.
"Should I go to your house to find you after class today?"
Shen Kong yawned sleepily, narrowed his eyes slightly, closed the exercise book, and replied briefly: "Okay."
Han Li turned around and wanted to leave, but before he took a step, he suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly.
He hesitated for a long time, and then asked carefully: "By the way... What do you think of the new transfer student?"
Shen Kong was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Han Li who was standing at his table. He seemed a little embarrassed and turned away to avoid his gaze.
He sighed to the system in his heart: "It turns out that the inertia of the plot is really so powerful. Even at the first sight, they can attract each other's attention. It's amazing."
The system replied: "The world line does have self-healing and self-correcting functions."
Shen Kong thought about it carefully and decided to help them: "It's pretty good. He should have a good personality."
Han Li's sideways face suddenly became gloomy for a moment, then returned to normal before Shen Kong looked over.
He smiled, lowered his eyes slightly, covered his eyes with the anger and coldness that could not be suppressed, and replied softly:
"That's it, I understand."