Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Two girls, standing not far away, were talking in a rustle, and their eyes had a startling look.

The boy who bowed his head to make a phone call was really handsome. He acted like a prince in a novel and came out alive.

Yan Luo turns around, the empty hand, carefully covers the phone, afraid that the surrounding voice is heard by the opposite side.

"Are you still there?" Lin Jinan's hands are soft and sour. He has been holding the position of answering the phone for nearly ten minutes. He can only hear the low and slow breathing voice from the opposite side.

He changed his position and sat on the chair, his legs were tightly twisted in everything. Yan Luo's breath was like watching some kind of small film with color, which made people's blood boil.

Yan Luo cut off the phone, he vomited out a breath of turbid gas, the heart that beat very fast.

As if he had become a timid man, he pricked up his ears cleverly. Once he heard the wind and grass moving across the street, he would withdraw into the dark corner and never dare to put his head out again.

Today, this is a farce. Yan Luo looks at the 15 story building with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Lin Jinan's appearance is a beam of light. He is like a moth, unconsciously approaching and attracted by him. He can't help but pay attention to his everything.

This is too strange, for his innate twists, as if branded into the depths of the soul.

The two girls were still talking, quietly pointed at his face with a mobile phone. Yan Luo raised his eyes and saw that there was no other emotion, no waves and no waves, but it was cold enough and frightening.

"Hold, I'm sorry." The girl with a long ponytail is more outgoing and lively. In the winter like sight of the boys, she takes a step forward and nods her tongue to apologize.

On the contrary, the woman beside her was too scared to speak. Yan Luo reached out and pressed his baseball cap lower, leaving the community quickly.

The two girls, who are truly burdened, are finally relieved.

At the same time, Lin Jinan was looking up at the ceiling. His white face was full of damp and red, and his nose was dripping with sweat.

White fingers, stained with some muddy color things, the air filled with a faint smell of smell.

Lin Jinan is a little tired. He is out of control under Yan Luo's breath. When he wakes up, things have already happened. He rummaged through the drawer to find a bottle of toilet water and spray it around.

Asked the others in the room, covered up by too much toilet water. Standing outside the door, Wang Liya, holding fruit in her hand, said strangely, "son, what have you done in your room?"

"I was bitten by a mosquito, so I put some toilet water on it." Lin Ji Nan San Shan way, he will take the hand of toilet water to hide behind him.

The wet things were replaced and hidden under the quilt.

Wang Liya sneezed because of the strong smell. She originally wanted to stay in her son's room for a while, "son, you can study hard, your mother won't disturb you."

After that, he fled quickly as if someone was chasing after him.

Lin Jinan wrinkled his face. He rubbed his nose with his fingers, flashed into the bathroom with criminal articles, sprinkled detergent on it, dipped it with water, and rubbed it with his hands.

That night, Lin Jinan received a text message with only two words on it.

"Good night."

Lin Jinan repeatedly read more than ten times, added the string of numbers to the contact person, and privately noted the three words of his boyfriend.

The parents of the original owner are very open-minded and will not move the owner's personal belongings. They never secretly check the owner's mobile phone, nor restrict him from making friends.

Such parents are the ideal type for many children. The original master was born in a very happy family, although the results are poor, but the character is absolutely not to be said.

The system went online and threw Lin Jinan a compression package of learning materials, "let's learn this first today."

After decompressing the compressed package, there are hundreds of folders. The system opens the folder marked 1 and clicks on a video inside.

Lang Lang's voice of reading came, Lin Jinan was drowsy, his pen fell off from his hand, and he was about to go to sleep.

After a burst of electric current, Lin Jinan was sober. His hair was all edged up and the sharp point was very tight.

Lying outside the door, father Lin and mother Lin listened to the sound of reading in their son's room, and their faces were a little relieved, but more heartache.