Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……what!"

Ya Yahua stared at the figure who fell to the ground for a while, and suddenly seemed to have found something, and let out a low voice.

Xiang Xing was so frightened that he quickly raised his little hand and pinched its flower bones: "Shh!"

[Shout so loudly, are you not afraid of being heard! ]

The little guy muttered silently in his mind.

What he got was a blank eye from Ya Yahua: [Please, how can people hear our voices! ]

[All right. ]

Only then did the girl react, and she coughed awkwardly, [Well, what did you just do? ]

[I'm because the person inside seems to be Zhong Lixun...]

Duck Duck Flower said, swaying its duck-shaped flower bones again, and glanced into the classroom.

This look seems to be more certain, [Yes, it should be him, I saw his profile! ]

[…]

Hearing this, Xiang Xing was silent for a while.

After a while, he raised his head and frowned hesitantly, [Then should I go in? ]

Although luck brought a chance for the two of them to meet.

However, will he just grab himself and save him or something...

She still can't guarantee it.

[Um... let me see. ]

Duck Duck Flower took another look inside.

He also opened the system's positioning map and analyzed the coordinates representing Zhong Lixun and his physiological data.

After a short while, it suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

[Let's go in... He doesn't know why he lost consciousness and is now in a coma. ]

... in a coma!

Hearing this, Xiang Xing straightened up and floated in quickly.

Youyou came to the boy lying on the ground, and squatted down again.

Curious, but looked him up and down with a slightly worried look.

Ya Ya is right, the young man in front of him is indeed Zhong Lixun himself in the photo.

However, at this time, his face was even paler than in the photo.

People still have a breathing rate, but it is extremely weak, as if they will die at any time.

Looking at it, the little guy's heart that was no longer beating moved inexplicably.

She stretched out her little hand out of nowhere.

The scallion-like translucent fingertips, trying, gently poked the boy's white to somewhat transparent cheeks.

"...!"

The moment he touched it, Xiang Xing was startled to feel a real touch from his fingertips!

That feeling, strange yet familiar.

After all, after becoming a dead soul, she couldn't touch anything except herself and the duck flower on her head, she just passed through it directly.

...Then why can he touch Zhong Lixun's cheek again? !

The little guy looked at his hands and couldn't help but be confused.

However, at this time.

The boy in front of him suddenly moved.

"……Well……"

He murmured weakly, and the slender palm, which was clearly articulated, casually resting on the leg of the chair beside him, also trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing became nervous again.

She bit her pink lips, and she couldn't help but muster her courage and stretch out her little hand.

He gripped the boy's knuckles tightly.

The subtle touch was even worse, and she suddenly felt that this hand was even colder than she thought.

The little guy finally lowered his body again and leaned towards Zhong Lixun's ear.

"bell……"

She thought about it, and suddenly felt inappropriate.

He simply changed his mouth and called softly, "Senior, are you alright?"