This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

This incident really didn't make a big deal.

Except for the students in Class 1 of Grade Three, almost no more people talked about or even knew about it.

Including old **** and grade director.

Even after a day, Zhang Zhiliang's nose could almost smell the odor that made him nauseous. The people in the class seemed to keep a distance from him, for fear that too much contact with Zhang Zhiliang would arouse Zong Yuan's disgust.

As for Zong Yuan, the feelings of this class of students are very complicated.

Both worship and fear.

He Xiuxiu's slender eyebrows frowned, hiding his veiled dissatisfaction, "You are not looking for Fu Xin, why did you anger Zong Yuan?"

Zhang Zhiliang caught the scene of Zong Yuan and Fu Xin talking among the crowds who came and went. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zong Yuan is too bullying."

Although he was angry, his voice was low and small, as if he was afraid that Zong Yuan would hear it. He Xiuxiu's eyes flashed with contempt, timid and fearful, not as good as the Zong Yuan in her heart. She had already thought Zhang Zhiliang was good enough. Good enough, but people can't always compare.

She pinned the falling hair behind her ears, "Saturday my birthday party, when Zong Yuan and Fu Xin come, if you have anything you want to say to Fu Xin, let's talk together at that time."

Zhang Zhiliang explained, "I just want to apologize to Fu Xin. I don't like him, and I feel guilty for rejecting him."

He held He Xiuxiu's hand, "Xiuxiu, what you said before"

He Xiuxiu pulled out her hand shyly, "I'll talk about it later."

Fu Xin admitted that he was really writing something seriously, Zong Yuan leaned over and took a look at some messy things. Fu Xin held his breath and stopped nervously.

It wasn't until Zong Yuan turned his eyes away that he was not interested, he was relieved.

The writing is indeed a mess, but there is a lot of information hidden in it.

For example, at the beginning of this page, the first word of each paragraph is composed of, "I touched him fifty-seven times today, six times less than yesterday."

Similar to this "trivial" trivial matter.

The principal came to the classroom to look for Zong Yuan when school was about to end, "Will you go to my place for dinner tonight, your aunt misses you."

Zong Yuan paused, "Okay, uncle, wait an hour after school to arrive at you on time."

The principal wondered, "How fast I will drive if you don't come with me."

Zong Yuan smiled, "My motorcycle is not slow."

The principal is funny, "That will take another hour"

"Need it," Zong Yuan leaned sideways, looking in from the window of Grade 1 in the third grade in the corridor, "I will take him home first."

The principal's mouth opened and closed, but after all he did not speak, and left with a bitter face.

Zong Yuan sent Fu Xin to the intersection at night, "Bye, see you tomorrow."

Before Fu Xin said goodbye, Zong Yuan had already rushed back in the direction of the school. Fu Xin frowned, and many dark thoughts popped up in his heart.

Who is he going to meet

Why don't you tell me

He ran in the direction of the school, hiding in the gloomy area under the corner. The sky was already dark, but now he can't detect his existence.

Zong Yuan Yiqi Juechen was nowhere to be seen, Fu Xin didn't know the way, but still stubbornly went on.

Zong Yuan received warm hospitality from the principal and his wife. The principal's wife was surnamed Li, and he was a good friend of his mother for many years. Zong Yuan has not contacted his parents once since he came to this world.

At this dinner table, Mrs. Li called Zongmother herself and handed it to Zong Yuan’s ear. Zong Yuan coughed and took it, "Mom."

There was also the sound of rubbing mahjong on the other end, and the mother-in-law exaggeratedly choked, "Are you an unfilial son going to forget your mother?"

Zong Yuan, "No."

"I don’t listen, I don’t listen to my son. I don’t believe what you say anymore. Your dad is grumpy. You are more grumpy. Whoops, it’s hard. You two quarreled, and you gave me a face and suffered every day. I'm oh oh huh"

Zong Yuan's temple hurts, he hung up the phone neatly, and the whole world was quiet.

The principal didn't know whether to say, "Yuan Yuan, your friend, he"

"He has a good academic record," Zong Yuan took a bite of the food and thought about it. "The normal one is fine, but English will suffer."

principal,""

Having said that, it wouldn't be good for him to follow up and ask, he sighed and started talking about other things.

Zong Yuan had eaten this meal for two hours. He got up and said goodbye. The principal's wife wanted to keep him, "Let’s stay overnight, how dangerous it is to get dark."

Zong Yuan shook his head, "There will be business tomorrow morning, uncle, aunt, I'm leaving."

Then he patted the big bald head of their five or six-year-old baby and rode away neatly.

Zong Yuan ate for two hours, and Fu Xin waited in front of the school for two hours.

He didn't know if he would wait until Zong Yuan. As time went by, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and some crazy thoughts appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

However, at this moment, the sound of the motorcycle engine suddenly remembered in the distance, which was particularly loud in the silence of the night.

Hearing to Fu Xin's ear, it was like a sound of heaven.

He widened his eyes in the darkness, watching Zong Yuanfeng pass by his side, the black motorcycle almost blended with the night, and there was no one in the back seat.

Fu Xinxuan's heart was half relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to go back. After not taking a few steps, he saw the familiar voice sound again and he was getting closer.

Zong Yuan didn't even see anyone with his helmet, but 0046 said in confusion, "Is that Fu Xin just now?"

Zong Yuan stopped the car fiercely, "Fu Xin"

He turned the front of the car, looked to the corner, and sure enough, there was a familiar figure.

The motorcycle stopped in front of Fu Xin with great accuracy. Zong Yuan took off the helmet. The raised eyes were full of unpleasantness, but in Fu Xin's eyes, the whole galaxy was filled with romance. The beauty fascinated him.

Zongyuan, "Why are you here?"

In the middle of the night, at the school gate.

Fu Xin whispered, "I forgot to bring homework."

Zongyuan had a headache, "What homework made you come over in the middle of the night to get it, don't you know how to lock the door"

Fu Xin didn't speak, looking aggrieved, Zong Yuan sighed, "Get in the car."

Fu Xin didn't listen to him, and suddenly asked, "Where have you been?"

Zong Yuan casually said "eat."

Fu Xin's expression was completely hidden in the darkness, only the shaggy hair on top of his head was reflected by the street lamp in a warm light. His voice was soft and soft, "Is it with a girlfriend?"

Zongyuan laughed, "Where is the girlfriend?"

Fu Xin stared at him vaguely for a long time, got in the car, hugged Zong Yuan's waist, "Let's go."

Zong Yuan snorted, "The wind is strong, bow your head."

He always drove very fast, Fu Xin hugged him, moved slowly from his shoulders to the back, his eyes frozen.

He avoided the wind and picked up the hair on Zong Yuan's body. The warm yellow light on the side of the road shone on and off. It was a long, curly, woman's hair.

Fu Xin's eyes were deep, and he severely plucked that hair off and threw it away in the wind.

Woman's hair on his back.

What did they do

Kissing and hugging lying on a bed, and eating.

Zongyuan sent Fu Xin directly to his door. Fu Xin didn't even ask him how he knew where his home was. The first sentence he opened was a questioning with unconcealed emotions, "You lie to me"

Zong Yuan frowned, recalling what he had said today, confidently, "No."

Fu Xin whispered, "You obviously lied to me, you said you don't have a girlfriend"

Zong Yuan, "I really didn't."

"Fu Xin, "but you have a long strand of hair."

Zongyuan tried to reason with him, "Where is the evidence?"

Thrown by me

Oh, no, the principal's wife has long curly hair. Zong Yuan suddenly remembered. He was about to explain, and asked strangely, "Zong Yuan, why does Fu Xin seem to be jealous?"

Jealous, Zong Yuan was in a daze. He tentatively said, "No, the person I was eating tonight does indeed have long curly hair."

Fu Xin seemed to be dragged into the quagmire by a hand. Instead, he laughed slightly, his voice was gentle, and his eyes were dark and deep, "Is it?"

"Is she your girlfriend"

0046 screamed triumphantly, "Look, you're jealous, Zong Yuan, you fool hahaha, Fu Xin is jealous hahaha, you've been spotted"

"Go away," Zong Yuan's eyelids twitched, "not my girlfriend."

He thought to himself that being jealous also scores many points. How do you know that being jealous means being jealous? Even if you are jealous, it is not necessarily the kind of jealousy.

Moreover, he looked at Fu Xin, a little helpless, "Go back to bed, you won't get up early tomorrow."

He rubbed Fu Xin's head extremely tenderly, his voice was low and pleasant, "Don't think too much, there will be a woman for dinner tonight, she is the principal's wife, I call my aunt."

"I am at least twenty years older than me," he said, knocking Fu Xin on the head unbearably, "what do I think about every day?"

Fu Xin was stunned, "Mrs. Principal"

He looked at Zong Yuan's expression seriously, upright and upright, the stone fell to the ground, he resumed his usual appearance, squatting, "You, why didn't you say it earlier"

His cheek was stained with embarrassing thin red, Zong Yuan squeezed his cheek very naturally, "Well, don't worry, go back to sleep."

This sentence was too ambiguous, and Fu Xin's heart beat faster, and Fu Xin blurted out, "Do you like boys?"

After he asked, he realized what he asked. He looked at Zong Yuan in fear, hiding his cautious fear.

This look makes people feel distressed. He asked straightforwardly, but Zong Yuan answered implicitly, "The moonlight tonight is good."

Fu Xin looked up at the sky, the night is not pretty tonight, the stars are dim, the moon is crooked, what's not bad

Zong Yuan let him ponder, he curled his lips, and stepped on the motorcycle in a happy mood.

0046 puzzled, "what do you mean"

Zong Yuan was blown away by the wind through his helmet with a smile, "What's in the sky"

0046, "The stars, the moon."

Zong Yuan smirked, "That's it."