Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“Chen Jiahui, that's enough!” Du Yao couldn't bear to yell at him any more, causing surprises to several students not far away. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, "It won't be left, it won't be a ghost, it's just an accident, well, I don't want to continue discussing this with you. ”

As Du Yao re-entered the classroom, Shen Mubai also retracted his gaze and sat down, putting his gaze on each other.

Though she could not hear the conversation between the two, Du Yao's hands trembled inadvertently and she could see that she was not as calm as she appeared to be.

Left will definitely do it again.

Shen Mubai could never deduce his next move, but fortunately, at least Du Yao and Chen Jiahui were in this class.

The class bell rang quickly, and with the afterglow you can see that Chen Jiahui was obviously scared to death and his whole face was miserably white.

Shen Kibai himself was nervous, and when he thought about where he was likely to die in the vicinity, staring at one of them, he felt a hairy creep.

I had to swallow my saliva, “System, at least give me a yin and yang... no, forget it. ”

Speaking of which, I swallowed in silence, and I thought it would be better not to see the bloody tragic lack of arms and legs in the TV show.

The system, “…" is still a little unchanged.

Even though Shen Chu is scared in his heart, he is apparently determined to pay strong attention to everything around him to prevent sudden accidents.

To be honest, if she hadn't died from giving up her mission, she would have begged the male lead for forgiveness.

_(: 3 ")_Yes, in front of the weird, what does the knot count.

Since talking to Chen Jiahui, Du Yao has been in a state of restlessness and some mental trance in class.

She picked up the little mirror under the table and saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but sneak up on her makeup and relieved herself when she saw her face looked good.

With a cool breeze blowing around him, Du Yaozer shrunk his body and raised his head somewhat sensitively. He saw the window open over there, so he lowered his head reassuringly.

Just wanted to put the mirror back in the table, the face that appeared in the mirror shook past, those dark eyes stared dead, the blood on his forehead dripping down his eyelids.

Du Yao shuddered. “Ah” screamed and the small mirror in his hand fell on the ground.

She stood in awe and looked around at the classmates with different eyes, shaking her mouth and not being able to say a word for half a day.

“Du Yao, what are you doing?” The teacher on the stage came over and asked.

He frowned slightly as he swallowed back the indecent words in his throat for his excellent performance.

Du Yao was miserable, “Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable. ”

“If you're not feeling well, go back and rest for a while.” The teacher couldn't help but soften her tone when she saw her face.

Du Yao shook his head, “No, teacher, I'll just sit for a moment. ”

She couldn't listen to the next lesson.

The shadow and soul of that face swung in front of him. Du Yao comforted himself. Because of Chen Jiahui, such a delusion appeared.

Perhaps because the psychological implication worked, even Chen Jiahui's questioning after the class was astonished was just a few vague sentences.