Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

"Young master, are you still used to the new school?" The old housekeeper followed the young man with a fierce face, and his tone was kind.

Although the young master of his family has a bad temper, he is not bad in nature and treats him very well. He almost treats him as his own grandfather.

"Average." After that, I'll go to the school again

The housekeeper looked at the boy's back and said hello. He told the servants not to make a noise and make the young master sleep. Back in the room, Yan Luo emptied his mind and threw himself on the bed. He put his hand on his eyes, and his heart became more irritable.

Again, every time he went home, there was no dog or cat in the villa except the housekeeper and servant. His parents are workaholic, 365 days a year. They want to live in the company. They can count the number of times they go home with one hand.

His monthly allowance is one million, and now he has saved a lot, about thirty or forty million. But what's the use of that money? He didn't like to spend it, and he didn't help him.

In his mind, a pair of eyes appeared for no reason. The water was so tender that he reflected his shadow.

Then, the red eye tail, like being bullied by a bully. His eyes seem to be accusing him of bullying himself.

Bully is him, he bullied people! This feeling came turbulent and inexplicable. Yan Luo suddenly opened his eyes, he propped up his body and got up from the bed.

His adolescence seemed to have come slowly, and now he had a reaction. Yan Luo stares at some place, his eyes are very complicated, and his face is even more gloomy.

But after thinking about those eyes, he had a reaction. What's wrong with it?

The cool water glided along the traces of his body to the blue gray tiles under his feet. Yan Luo's ears were clattering. After half an hour, the heat on his body finally dissipated.

Soft black hair, wet in the ear, salivating down the water, ticking to the ground.

Yan Luo hastily dried his hair, closed his bathrobe and went to sleep.

That night, he had a dream. In the dream, he had other people's faces. In his arms, he held a thin and white man. The man could not bear to hum a few broken syllables and bit his clavicle.

Yan Luo patiently coaxed a few words, reached out and turned him around. After seeing the face clearly, he was scared to wake up.

"Grass..." Outside already big bright, Yan Luo props up the body, the look in the eye some meaning is not clear, he looks at the unidentified object on the bed sheet, murmurs curse.

He acted quickly, like a thief, tearing off the sheets and throwing them into the dirty basket. As for the personal clothes he was wearing, he became a hot potato.

Young master Yan has been holding a gold spoon since he was a child. His fingers do not touch the spring water. One day, he will squat in the bathroom to wash his underwear!

In the air, it seems that there is a very light strange smell. Yan Luo's red ears are probably due to psychological effects. The smell is more and more strong.

“……” Yan Luo sat on the dining table with a cold face. He didn't eat much, so he got into the car and was ready to go to school.

Half of the morning reading time has to be cut off, and the transferred students can only make it. The first class is for the Chinese teacher. She is a gentle female teacher.

"Yan Luo, right? I heard your head teacher mention you. It's not a good habit to be late for school on the first day." She spoke softly, and her face always wore a kind smile.

Yan Luo apologized obediently. He put on the school uniform of Nanyang high school. His delicate side face was exposed under more than 40 eyes. Lin Jinan took a breath.

The original owner is still a myopic, he has not go to match glasses, can't see the beauty of his boyfriend's flourishing age.

“……” The system is a little weak. It doesn't want to take care of the host, so it goes online to download learning materials for him.

Yan Luo was let in. He walked slowly to the last row of desks in the classroom. Textbooks were crowded in the desk, full of books. The teaching director arranged everything for him. The housekeeper sent people to get the school uniform.

Lin Jinan narrowed his eyes into a small gap, which clearly saw Yan Luo in his school uniform.

Boys are born with hangers. Even loose blue and white school uniform can be worn by him as a male model for fashion week.

Even if people look good, their temperament stands out from the crowd. As soon as class was over, there were many girls in class 10 who surrounded the windows of class 10. Most of them were junior girls. They were staring at the good-looking side faces of boys, and they were about to faint.

"Well, don't go." Lin Jinan is anxious, he did not want to grasp the boy's sleeve, the tone is more coquettish.

Yan Luo looked at the hand which was much smaller than him, and frowned habitually, "I'm sorry, I'm addicted to cleanliness. Can you release your hand?"

He resisted the impulse to throw people out. Before he did it, let alone catch him. If he was approached, Yan Luo would feel like vomiting.But the man in front of him was an accident. He didn't feel much disgusted, but the words had already been said. He saw the lost expression on the boy's face, and his brows were even tighter.