Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

As the veil-like mist is gradually blown away by the breeze, the bright sunshine is sweet and gentle, like a gentle hand, gently brushing the juvenile's hot cheeks.

Guan Heng stood outside the gate of Xie Ziyou's courtyard and smiled.

His tour is still so cute.

The morning breeze was like wine, rushing towards the face, every breath contained an intoxicating sweet breath, Guan Heng's heart was also undercurrents, a series of bubbles rose to the surface, exploded, splashing slices of sweet water.

Named happiness.

The boy's eyebrows were bent, he raised his hand happily, his fingertips touched the upper courtyard gate, he just wanted to do the same, and got in again, but when the light gray cyclone appeared on his fingertips, Guan Heng looked at the resurgent barrier in front of him, and then he thought about it. , My profound strength was quiet again, and the wind around his body was slightly weaker.

No, this is not good.

Going in again, I'm afraid that you will be thrown out by Yuyou who is still angry.

He might as well prepare something else-Youyou likes to drink his own soup, why didn't he make a bowl of it?

Flashing thoughts surged in Guan Heng's mind. The young man's slender index finger pressed against the confinement of the ripples, his eyes brighter and brighter, and his obsidian pupils overflowed with light.

Washing hands and making soup for the lovers who are in love, the taste is completely different from the previous feelings in Luoling, when they were just hazy affection. It was just a fantasy scene-Youyou's cheeks are red, and the hands that are whiter than enamel hold exquisitely. The porcelain soup bowl opened his red lips, and he swallowed the fish soup he had carefully cooked one by one, and he bent his beautiful eyebrows contentedly and comfortably——

Guan Heng's expression was blurred, and his heart was quietly filled with an unusually abundant sense of joy.

The finger that touched the restriction quivered slightly, and quietly retracted it.

It was so happily decided!

Eat fish today!

Guan Heng turned around in the spring breeze with a face full of spring breeze, and his feet floated, almost without a teacher, he learned the unique floating force of the seventh order-every foot seemed to be stepping on cotton, and the next step would be able to take off on the ground.

But... where is the fish in the Central Academy?

After thinking about it for a moment, the boy discovered that he had only seen fish in the pond in the swimming yard last night since he entered the Central Academy.

The beautiful golden-red koi jumped out of the water, sprinkled with star-like water under the moonlight, with a flexible posture, plump and tender. It was nurtured by profound energy all the year round, and its eyes were more agile than ordinary fish...

Stop, stop!

This thought is too dangerous, you will cry when you know the truth!

The sun was shining warmly on the body, and it was so comfortable that it almost closed the eyes.

Guan Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts flying.

But when he walked out a few steps lightly, turned around another courtyard not far away, suddenly a black figure jumped out from the roadside, and rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and came straight towards Guan Heng.

Guan Heng was full of Qi Nian's mind, and he returned to calm in an instant. His most instinctive fighting intuition from the forest and wilderness made him instantly assume a strong defensive posture. Sweeping his right leg back, raising a piece of dust, and at the same time five fingers. Close together, as sharp as a knife, block it forward!

The shadow stopped in front of him.

Just one step away.

The visitor had short, tousled hair, a brown brocade robe embroidered with low-key luxurious dark gold patterns on the corners, and a pair of neat leather boots with a tough and dull luster on the surface, which were obviously made of the finest mysterious animal skin.

It was just that the leather boots were covered with dew, and the corners of the brocade robe were also wet with the dew all night.

Wu Zhengying blinked his red, swollen and dry eyes, and the heavy bags under the eyes that stayed awake all night can be described as haggard. He bit his lip helplessly, bowed his head, and bowed his hands to Guan Heng.

"Guan Heng... Big Brother!"

Guan Heng: "...?"

The young man's hand knife piercing Qingfeng stopped abruptly and hung embarrassingly in the air.

Guan Heng's brows gradually rose.

This guy... is he crazy?

"Look up and see clearly, I'm not your elder brother." Guan Heng said lightly, "Look for your elder brother, turn your head, go straight, turn left, just pull someone to ask--don't ask me."

He doesn't feel very good about the brothers.

Wu Cong, a rival in love, naturally need not say much, and the boy in front of him can be said to be the culprit who misunderstood him and You You. If he hadn't insisted on taking the bracelet, he wouldn't have made things so big that You You It doesn't end well.

Guan Heng was rarely in a good mood, unwilling to spend time entangled with Wu Zhengying, and immediately strode sideways, passing by the boy's side.

——But one hand held the sleeve of the shirt.

Wu Zhengying wore dark circles under her eyes, and said pitifully: "Big brother, can I become you a little brother? Please teach me how to become stronger and how to...get my brother's attention..."

In the second half of the boy's words, his words became lower and lower, and in the end he was almost inaudible, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his bright eyes were full of loss and frustration.

He bowed his head for a moment, put his right hand in his arms, fumbled for a while, and took out a few thin pamphlets.

"How is a genius made", "Douxuan Continent", "Guan Breaking the Sky".

The messy hair was wet with dew, wet with thin sweat, and slapped on Wu Zhengying's forehead. The young man clenched the booklet in embarrassment, hung his head, and stammered: "Brother Guan, you teach me to become stronger. Dharma! I—I can worship you as a teacher!

Speaking of the word "to be a teacher", the young man suddenly raised his head, facing the stunned eyes of Shang Guan Heng, his dark pupils were shining with dazzling light, overflowing with the desire to look through his eyes.

Guan Heng: "..."

Guan Heng has some toothache.

He frowned, looked carefully at the young man who stood in front of him respectfully for a while, and eliminated the idea of ​​"this is a conspiracy" that was the first reaction in his mind.

Wu Zhengying was perplexed and perplexed, with a decadent demeanor of broken jars, which didn't seem to be fake.

but……

"You don't think that what is written in this book is true, do you?"

Guan Heng said helplessly.

"...Isn't it true?"

Wu Zhengying looked up in shock.

Guan Heng was extremely helpless and a little funny.

He shook his head and sighed slightly. Putting his right index finger and **** together, he tapped a few times on the back of Wu Zhengying's hand holding his sleeve.

The back of her hand hurts, Wu Zhengying gasped in a "hiss", shrinking her hand and letting go of her sleeves. But he still refused to give up, his watery eyes did not blink, and he stared at Guan Heng with flushed eye circles.

...There are such simple people in the world.

Guan Heng thought to himself, Zhao Youcai is a strange flower that will never be seen in a century, but the guy in front of him is pushing the waves from the back of the Yangtze River-this is to maximize the word "naive" and make full use of the enemy's compassion?

"Let’s not tell whether the story in the book is true or not," Guan Heng said helplessly. "Even if I really have the ability to teach you something, how can you attract your brother's attention?"

"Beat him fat?"

Wu Zhengying nodded seriously.

From birth, he has always stood in the shadows, watching the long and jade young man in front of him go further and further away. The good brother who would play with him since he was a child has turned into a gloomy and arrogant, always leaving him only one. The cruel brother of the back.

The young man changed his method to attract his brother's attention, practiced hard, tried to make achievements beyond his brother, hoping that the faint gaze would stay on him a little bit-but he failed.

It failed.

His talent is also good, but he is still inferior to the excellent brother, no matter how hard he puts in, he can only step on the footsteps of that person and repeat part of the path he has traveled...

The simple part.

As for the other part of the high and deep danger, the young man Fen Gao continued the sundial, but he was still far behind.

Is talent limited?

Well.

He went to find better talents, the live "from waste wood to counterattack" case in front of him, let go of all his self-esteem, and begged him to teach himself something, and the ability to challenge genius even with mediocre aptitude.

Why does his brother pay so much attention to Guan Heng?

Isn't it because Guan Heng once drew with him?

By the way, this guy is still in front of his brother, making eyebrows with the flat breasted girl from the Xie family. This is probably the only time his brother has lost to someone else when he was vying for something from his birth till now...

"I want to beat him."

Wu Zhengying's nose twitched slightly, her voice blocked.

"If I can beat him, he will pay attention to me."

Guan Heng's eyelids twitched slightly as he listened to the boy's almost angry tone.

He embraced his arms and leaned his back against the gray cobblestone wall, simulating the scene of Wu Zhengying punching his clan brother in his mind, calculating the possible reaction of Wu Cong, and after a long silence, he showed a look of disapproval.

"Although from the point of view of my personal grievances, I fully support your decision, and I wish you would immediately jump and break through, pressing that guy on the ground and rubbing hard—but."

Guan Heng slowly organized the language, crossed his index fingers, and made a "wrong" gesture.

He said: "Do you really think that Wu Cong pays attention to you as much as I do, which is a good change?"

The sky is quiet and the branches and leaves are rustling.

Wu Zhengying stared blankly with a pair of big eyes and a dull expression. The sun passed through the thick branches and leaves, and cast a mottled halo on the young man's face. The hastily swept away, like a pockmark.

The expression was full of words, "Isn't it?"

Guan Heng: "..."

Ah, enough.

"I'm half an enemy with him." Guan Heng said bitterly, "With your brother's narrow mind, can you tolerate the younger brother who has been following behind his **** to surpass him?"

"If you really become very strong, you will only completely break with him-he might not want to see you at a glance, because every moment you appear is a denial of his ability."

Wu Zhengying was stunned for a moment, and wanted to cry without tears: "So, what should I do?"

"I continue to please him? Like my little brother pleases me?"

Guan Heng pursed his mouth and shook his head.

"No," he said firmly. "Licking a dog has no future. Just look at you and you'll know-are you very kind to your little brother? Brother, friend, respectful?"

"..."

Wu Zhengying's expression fell bit by bit, her eyelids drooped weakly, and the whole figure seemed to have been drawn away from the spine, squatting weakly on the ground.

"then what do I do?"

The boy's eye sockets were glowing with water, and tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes. Eventually, the black eyelashes trembled violently, turning into two clear water marks and spreading over his cheeks.

Helpless and pitiful, like a lamb that has suddenly lost its way.

Guan Heng leaned on one side of the wall, listening to the forbearing choking in his ears, closing his eyes slightly.

There was a faint unbearable feeling in my heart.

It is really cruel to care about a person who doesn't care about himself.

Fortunately, fortunately, he and You You are in love with each other. Fortunately, they are love, not brotherly friendship. Otherwise, when he is standing in the position of Wu Zhengying now, and You You show no words to him, what should he do instead?

Also squatted at the intersection, crying helplessly?

"...No," Guan Heng whispered, "you can't do this."

He stepped forward two steps, leaned slightly, and patted Wu Zhengying's shoulder comfortingly.

"If you decide to do this, just let it go and treat him as best as you can. Let him see you every day, be familiar with your voice and breath, and be familiar with him. Every aspect of life."

Wu Zhengying desperately rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and sucked her nose: "Isn't that the dog licking you said?"

"Do you have to lick it to the end?"

Guan Heng said helplessly: "Anyway, let him get acquainted with your existence, and then one day, when you find that you are tired and don't want to continue this kind of life, then choose to leave."

Wu Zhengying whispered: "Brother Ke Cong is very familiar with me."

"...Then leave now!"

"I do not."

When he mentioned "leave", the boy suddenly changed his expression, bit his lower lip and shook his head again and again, and said firmly: "I will not leave."

"If I leave, I won't have the chance to get close to Brother Cong again. Brother Cong will have a new brother-do you know how many people want to be brother Cong?"

The interpersonal relationship in a large family is inherently complicated. Wu Cong is the most outstanding descendant in the family. In the eyes of Wu Zhengying, the candidate for the head of the martial family can be called the "brother" of Wu Cong who is completely unrelated. An extremely precious opportunity.

He can't give up.

There were still uncleaned tears on the boy's face, and water was shining brightly in the sun, and the smeared water stains stuck to the eyelashes, fainting thick dark circles.

Guan Heng sighed lightly.

He knelt down and said softly: "Wu Zhengying, have you looked in the mirror?"

Wu Zhengying was not clear, so she nodded blankly.

"Then do you like yourself in the mirror?"

"Uh……"

The boy didn't know how to answer for a while, and thought distressedly, looking in the mirror is looking in the mirror, how can I like it or not?

Guan Heng said earnestly: "Look, you never pay attention to yourself in the mirror, just like no one cares about your own shadow."

"You and Wu Cong have similar hairstyles and wear the same color of clothes. You look back on his path and walk along his footsteps. You are completely shrouded in his shadow-how do you want him to see? you?"

"If you want to be remembered, you must first be yourself, not Xiao Wu Cong, but Wu Zhengying."

Wu Zhengying seemed to understand but not to understand.

He raised his head slightly, the breeze blew the young boy’s hair, the platanus in the corner was lush, the palm-sized leaves were yellow, and the sun was a gorgeous pale golden color, and it swayed on the shoulders and cheeks of the two of them while the breeze was blowing. Open clear and shallow shadows.

"It's not a mistake to care about a person, and it's not a guilty ugly thing," Guan Heng said softly, and his Lang Run's voice floated gently with the wind. "There is no need to humble yourself into the dust and get covered in mud. It's better. Be generous, go talk to him and listen."

After that, Guan Heng stood up, playing the dust on the bullet jacket and walked straight ahead.

He remembered that when the weather was fine, he had seen mirror-like reflections on the hillside of the back mountain, and now it has always been a lake.

There should always be wild fish in the lake, right?

Behind him, Wu Zhengying, who was sitting on the ground, frowned, and many complicated emotions flashed through the eyes of the young man, and finally settled slowly, only a resolute determination emerged.

The boy bit his lip, raised his hand and wiped his face severely.

The tears were wiped away, and he was alive and well again. He jumped up from the ground and shouted to Guan Heng from a distance: "Thank you!"

"no need to thank me."

Guan Heng waved his hand at him from a distance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled: "If you can wrap that guy for a while, he won't have time to bother me with you, and toss something out of it-I'm helping Myself."

Wu Zhengying said sincerely: "Thank you for being willing to tell me this regardless of the predecessors."

"Also in Luoling before, I was doing nothing and causing you trouble... Sorry!"

"Sorry, no need."

Guan Heng's handsome figure disappeared from the corner of the street, leaving only half of the fluttering clothes, and a ridiculous laugh.

"Didn't you also help me pick the Phalaenopsis? Two hundred, it's a big deal-didn't your brother scold you?"

The hearty laughter gradually drifted in the wind, the sycamore leaves were swaying and rustling, the small brown pompoms lightly collided between the branches, the gust of wind passed, and the fluffy flies fluttered in the direction of the sun, like a strange Rain.

Standing in place, Wu Zhengying couldn't help but grin quietly, revealing a touch of clean white teeth.

The boy's eyes were grateful, his hands folded, and he bowed his head deeply in the direction where Guan Heng disappeared from the street corner, and then bowed his head deeply.

...

At the same time, in the quiet courtyard hundreds of meters away, Xie Ziyou hugged his arms angrily and leaned against the wall, Rumo's long hair draped over his shoulders along the snow-white lapels, and the ends of his hair swept across the rough stone wall.

He waited for a long time, but didn't wait until Guan Heng broke the ban again and entered the small courtyard.

Ahhhh bastard!

I drove that guy out, but I was ashamed for a while, and didn't want to really let him go!

This person... Isn't this person very high in emotional intelligence? Why can't I see my own mind at this critical time?

Xie Ziyou bit her lower lip tightly, her delicate peach blossom eyes are full of entanglement, I don't know how many times she has reached the center of the courtyard with her hand, her white and slender fingers gripped the valve made of deep sea ebony, hesitating whether to unlock the blockade. , Suggesting that Guan Heng will come back soon.

Or, should he go out and look for it?

…Yes, it’s true.

The relationship between them has always been promoted by Guan Heng, and he may be a little too reserved.

Xie Ziyou slowly retracted his hand from the center, buckled the end of his sleeve with his fingertips, frowned his beautifully curved eyebrows, and his eyes were full of thoughts.

You should be more enthusiastic about Guan Heng, don't let your lover feel chill...

The time for hesitation is very long, but the time for making a decision is very short.

After the thought of "go out and search" came into being, he quickly crushed all the distracting thoughts. Xie Ziyou turned around immediately, not even wanting to walk the courtyard door a little further away. Bai Nen's palm lightly patted the gray stone wall, and the whole person leaped lightly, with long sleeves. Fluttering like a swallow made of ice and snow.

However, the moment Xie Zi swims on the wall, the formation outside the small courtyard quietly trembles, and water-like patterns emerge from the air, rippling circles, accompanied by a crisp buzzing.

It is the normal trigger method of the formation. It is suitable for visitors to and from the hospital. It can notify the people in the hospital that there are visitors.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly, but his eyes lit up.

Guan Heng has been tossing outside for so long, isn't he studying the normal usage of the formation?

Really, what's the delay? Can't you ask yourself. Besides, the method of simulating breath is obviously more convenient. I just talk about it, how can I be really angry...

The corner of his mouth smiled quietly, Xie Ziyou stepped on the void, and couldn't wait to rush to the courtyard: "Close--"

The person standing quietly outside the door turned slowly.

The blue shirt has silver stripes, the long body stands tall, the youth is handsome, but the slightly long black hair is slightly messy, the corners of the clothes are stained with light brown mud, and the whole person is dusty, like a long journey through a hundred miles of rugged mountain roads.

"Junior Sister."

Wu Cong called out faintly, and with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to Xie Ziyou.