Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan's hair was creepy. His face was touched by Li Ziming's hand. Although his strength was already put very lightly, Lin Jinan still felt pain.

Li Zimu's hand, with the white plastic gloves for experiment, Lin can smell a bad smell of glue, and some other things.

"You've been touched. It's too dirty." Lin's original intention is to say that gloves are dirty, but when they fall into Li Zimi's ears, it becomes him who is dirty.

Li Zimi's original joy was poured on a basin of cold water. His hands stroking the young man's cheek were no longer gentle, but gradually added strength.

"What a madman! Where did I provoke him?" Lin Jinan had to follow the system to make complaints about his own annoyed mood.

"How are you, Mr. Lin?" The system worries that the current situation is not optimistic.

Li Zimei's personal equipment has completely collapsed, and the whole person is bad. Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a researcher, similar to the existence of a scientist.

The system has also seen in the monitoring screen that several old professors with white hair and white hair greet Li Zimi politely and call him "Mr. Li".

People who are so old and worshipped as big men in the field of science will take the initiative to call a young man "Sir".

This is too strange, but it seems quite normal for Li Zimi to be called "Sir" when he has golden fingers and the halo of the protagonist.

"It's very bad. I think Li Ziming wants to do something to me." Lin Jinan endured the feeling of a poisonous snake climbing on his face. His eyes did not shy away from looking at Li Zimi.

In the plot, the protagonist who is good at acting is not acting this time, but the firepower is fully opened, showing the original appearance.

"Do you and I really know each other? Why can't I find anything in my memory about you? " Lin Jinan feels bad. Li Zimei is already picking up his clothes.

If he pretends to be dead again and stops him quietly, he will be cleaned up.

Hearing the speech, Li Zimei stopped as expected. His eyes glided through a dark awn and flickered with light. "Nange, I will tell you slowly, and I will tell you the past you forget."

Li Zimi was patient this time. He locked the laboratory and did not let anyone spy on his treasure.

Listening to Li Zimei's voice, Lin Jinan recalled everything from his childhood.

He was sleepy, but Li didn't mean to stop. Half way through the conversation, he found a young man who was distracted. "Nange, you're not good, so I'm going to punish you."

“……” Li Zi is a real pervert. Lin Ji Nan doesn't know how to make complaints about it.

The picture that the system saw finally reappeared in front of him. Li Zimei turned around and opened a chilly freezer, and then took out a bottle of light blue medicine from it.

"Mr. Lin, that's the thing." The system was frightened by the bright needles, but Li was used to it.

Young people's hands are tied and unable to resist, just like the white mice that scientists use to do experiments. They are too fragile to resist.