Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Xiao Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at A Zhao.

"Strong?" he repeated.

Azhao nodded.

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes, and the long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing two fragile beauty.

He laughed at himself: "How strong is it? You see it too. My mom is going early, Dad doesn't like me. I don't know anything, I don't do anything, I don't like it."

"I have a half-brother, and he is the one who has high hopes for everyone."

"I am just a useless waste. How can I be strong?"

A Zhao's big eyes: How can a man be so mourned?

She said excitedly: "No, you are --"

Azhao wants to say that you are the man of this world, destined to be strong and embark on the peak of life.

But she can't say this, she can only say: "You are Xiao Yu."

Xiao Yu does not speak.

Azhao has not mastered the skills of comforting people. He can only say dryly: "No one is born to be superior or worse than others. Xiao Yu, you have confidence in yourself."

Seeing Xiao Yu still not talking, Azhao tried his best to continue: "I think you are very good."

Xiao Yu looked up at her, her eyes seemed to be brighter.

Azhao feels that there is a play, and he is hot. "Do you know what the teacher is? The teacher is a graduate of T. Yes, I am the legendary schoolmaster. You don't believe in the vision of Xueba? I said that you are very good, totally no match. What kind of brother is your poor, don’t you believe me?"

Xiao Yu looked at the people who had racked their brains to comfort themselves.

He himself did not realize that his lips had been slightly raised when he heard these poorly consoling words.

The person opposite is trying to comfort him and want to make him happy.

He was just a casual temptation and wanted to see her reaction.

But now, it has become a deliberate inducement.

I want to see her thinking about herself and want to see her all her heart on her.

"Is the teacher really talking?"

The delicate and beautiful young boy bowed his head, his black eyes stared at himself, with a tone of incomprehension and anticipation. It's like a little milk dog that needs to be confirmed by the owner.

Azhao heart has softened into a pool of water.

She nodded hard: "Of course. You will become a man in the future, and become a person who makes everyone look up to envy!"

"Does the teacher always look at me?"

A Zhao took a moment and nodded immediately: "Of course!"

Xiao Yu smiled and took the initiative to pick up A Zhao’s hand.

"Thank you teacher, I have a good rest, let's go back."

fair enough.

No matter what purpose she has, he does not pursue it.

As long as she is willing to look at herself all the time, she has been squatting herself, and only her own eyes are enough.

Xiao Yu feels the warm touch of the palm of his hand, and the color is deep and deep: Teacher, don’t lie to me...

A Zhao looked at his hand with some tangles.

It is clearly a serious and positive energy chicken soup irrigation site.

How, how can you get your hands on it?