This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

The first grade Chinese class was extremely relaxed. Yun Baizhou's class was the first in the morning. After the bell rang after class, he took the lesson plan and prepared to go back to the office.

There were three children behind him. It was the boy who bullied Zong Bao and wanted to watch him whisper yesterday. Zong Bao was led by Yun Baizhou and made faces at these three boys in full expression.

The office was on the east side of the second floor. Yun Baizhou led them to the corridor on the second floor. At a glance, he saw the young man standing against the wall outside the office.

It's Zong Bao's brother.

His black hair, which was still scattered yesterday, touched the hairspray today, only a strand of hair on his forehead was left, and his entire facial features were exposed to the air. He lowered his head and leaned against the wall with his hands in pockets, long legs. The cross is different from yesterday, and there is a low-key maturity between the young breath.

Yun Baizhou subconsciously glanced at the opposite teaching building.

There was a group of shy and young sixth-grade girls surrounded by the railings. Even at this age, they were still obscured by love, they would have been fascinated by the rare handsome guys.

Perceiving their footsteps, Zong Yuan glanced at them lightly.

Yun Baizhou felt that his gaze was casual and cold, he stopped, but Zong Bao beside him ran over cheering.

"Gege!"

Zong Yuan lowered his head and rubbed Zong Bao's hair, the only strand of black hair that fell from his forehead dangling, Yun Baizhou stared at the black hair, and suddenly met the young man's dark eyes.

"Teacher Yun," Zong Yuan said, his voice smelling of smoke, "Where do I sign up for this Friday's event?"

He was still wearing black leather gloves on his hands, and Zong Bao’s brown hair was wrapped around his fingertips. Yun Baizhou had seen many people wear leather gloves, but Zong Yuan, he had seen wearing them. The best looking one.

"Ah," Yun Baizhou squeezed the finger of the lesson plan, "Student Zong Bao decided to join this time?"

Zong Yuan gently pinched Zong Bao's small face, "Yeah."

Yun Baizhou, "This activity in the countryside requires the company of parents."

The young man stopped his hand and looked over with a heavy gaze. His vision was particularly oppressive, and Yun Baizhou even felt that... this young man didn't like him very much.

Zong Yuan, "I know."

He took out his wallet and asked casually, "How much do you want to pay?"

In the corridor, a teacher opened the door of the office, and saw them look surprised, "Why don't you come in and talk, how noisy is outside?"

Yun Baizhou noticed that Zong Yuan's gaze swept away from the teacher.

The same indifferent eyes that looked at him.

Zong Bao grabbed his elder brother's lap and looked up cutely, "Hello teacher!"

"Hello! Teacher Yun, class will start right away. I will go to the classroom first. There is no one in the office now. You are busy, I will leave first."

Yun Baizhou smiled gently, "Okay, Teacher Yang, go."

Teacher Yang took the lesson plan and left in a hurry, thinking to himself, Teacher Yun looked in a good mood, and it seemed that the handsome guy was not here to find fault.

The class bell rang violently, and the three young boys who came to the office with the head teacher were so scared to speak. Yun Baizhou sighed and told them to go back first, "You are not allowed to bully Zong Bao, you know? Come back after this class Find me."

The children sighed, "Okay..."

When the children went out, Zong Bao kissed his brother's cheek, "Gege, OK with the baby after school?"

Zong Yuan said, "Go."

There were only two people left in the office.

Yun Baizhou, "Mr. Zong, sit down."

There was a chair beside the desk next to him, but Zong Yuan walked up to him in two steps and sat casually on Yun Baizhou's desk, with his long legs folded, his head slightly hanging down and looking at Yun Baizhou.

His every move contains the charm that men and women have the deepest expectations of lovers. Yun Baizhou's eyelids jumped and he found the registration form on the desk, "Mr. Zong Yuan, please fill in the registration form."

Zong Yuan took the watch in his hand with his gloves.

He looked at the information on the watch and smirked, "Marital status?"

Yun Baizhou took a cup of water and drank, feeling a little restless in his heart. He looked at Zong Yuan and explained: "This is to count whether both parents participated in this activity."

Zong Yuan took a pen to fill in the information, and just put down the pen, the phone rang, he put the table below, and walked to the corridor to answer the phone.

The form was left alone on the desk.

Yun Baizhou's eyes hovered back and forth on the table, always seeing the table.

He looked from the window, Zong Yuan was in the corridor with his back to the office, and Yun Baizhou's secret thoughts poured out unclearly.

He involuntarily reached out and picked up the thin white paper.

The above himself is mad and scribbled and self-contained. Yun Baizhou has always known that the handwriting of good-looking boys has always been ugly. He himself is an exception, and Zong Yuan is also an exception.

Age 22, marital status, single.

Ten years younger than him.

The sound of the old door being pushed open sounded, Zong Yuan looked at him by the door frame, Yun Baizhou stuffed the form into the file bag he had organized before, and he grew a gentle appearance with his head down and serious work. There is no temptation for the love veterans.

Zong Yuan looked away.

He took out his wallet again, not going in again, "How much?"

Yun Baizhou smiled, "Students and parents are 300 yuan in total."

Zong Yuan fiddled with his wallet a few times and took out a golden card. Before he handed it out, Yun Baizhou said, "We only accept cash..."

Tsk, Zong Yuan threw the wallet back into his pocket, "I have no cash."

Yun Baizhou remembered that there was a bank around him, "You can go to this bank to withdraw money at noon, and let classmate Zong Bao bring it to me, and tomorrow is fine."

He looked at Zong Yuan's face, and the young man's brows frowned, looking very irritable.

It's a person with a strong desire for control, an expression of impatience for something that is not in control.

Yun Baizhou didn't know what he was thinking. He felt that his good nerves were nosy again. He heard himself sigh in his heart, but said: "I'm fine now, I can take it with you. money."

The corners of Zong Yuan’s lips curled up and straightened quickly. He turned around and walked downstairs first. This guy was in perfect proportions. Yun Baizhou closed the office door, three steps behind him, watching him stand tall. Straight back.

There is a kind of person who can always find a point in his heart that pierces his heart.

Zong Yuan drove the red and black motorcycle today, but he parked the motorcycle outside the school gate today. When they walked to the school gate, the old lady of the Lin family came out with a warm smile and opened the school gate.

Zong Yuan's lack of interest in his single granddaughter, who had never left him for three days, finally knew how he rode a motorcycle into the school yesterday.

They left the school gate, away from the enthusiastic Uncle Lin's old lady, Zong Yuan stepped on his motorbike neatly. Yun Baizhou hadn't been on a motorbike in his life, so he hesitated and stepped on like this Zong Yuan.

The position at the back was half a head higher than the front, and there was no place to hold the fixed body. The lightly slippery cushion made people feel that he would be thrown out at any time, and Yun Baizhou felt that he was at a loss.

Zong Yuan picked up the helmet and put it on. After he put it on, he slowly explained, "The rider is safer to wear."

In this small place in Chenghu Town, there is no traffic policeman looking at the motorcycle.

Yun Baizhou remembered his appearance last night, with messy black hair, but took off his helmet and put it on his younger brother's head.

That is the rare gentleness of this person.

The engine of the motorcycle started, and a dull, low voice came from the helmet, "Grab my clothes."

Yun Baizhou immediately grabbed his hand with nowhere to put it.

The squally wind roared, and the surrounding scene quickly retreated. Facing this stimulus on the motorcycle, Yun Baizhou held his breath.

Zong Yuan’s jacket was suddenly lifted by the wind, and Yun Baizhou’s hands were on the jacket. He leaned back following the jacket, and a feeling of weightlessness struck. In the next second, Yun Baizhou’s conditioned reflex caused Yun Baizhou to take hold. Live Zongyuan's waist.

Strong and thin.

There is no trace of fat, only the undulating muscles.

Yun Baizhou thought Zong Yuan would say something, whether it was "grab it" or "let me go", but he didn't say anything.

The weather at this meeting is the beginning of spring, and Yun Baizhou himself is also a thin two-piece suit, but when he put his hand on Zong Yuan's waist, he felt that the inner layer of clothing was too thin.

It seems to be a black vest.

The bank is not far from the school. It is the time for work and class. There are very few people along the way. At Zong Yuan's speed, he brought Yun Baizhou to the gate of the bank in three minutes.

Stopped and got off the car, Zong Yuan took off his helmet, "You wait for me."

Yun Baizhou nodded and watched him walk into the bank. His good eyesight also allowed him to see the eyes of the bank staff in overalls.

Teacher Yun felt a little troubled.

He boarded the post bar, which was only logged in when he was in college, and posted a new post on the post bar.

The title is: Have you ever seen a good-looking and attractive man in your life?

Tieba has a huge amount of traffic, and in a blink of an eye someone will answer from the bottom.

"I've seen it every day--on TV."

"There are many good looks, but charming???"

"The original poster's tone is like an old post more than ten years ago."

Yun Baizhou is funny, he described the skill of the Chinese teacher to netizens.

Very charming, every move will make people blush and heartbeat. Looking at him is like seeing the most beautiful fantasy of adolescence. Zongzhi is a handsome and beautiful boy, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind. (Note)

People who have not faced Zong Yuan directly will never know what kind of feeling this is.

However, after getting to know Zongyuan in depth, his character and charm made his appearance become the icing on the cake.

"I do not believe."

"+1 upstairs."

"Unless there are photos."

Yun Baizhou has no photos, but his posts still flooded with netizens adding one.

Zong Yuan had already taken the money and pushed open the door of the bank. His coat was lifted back by the wind, and the figure wrapped in a thin vest was clearly visible.

Yun Baizhou turned off his mobile phone and remembered a comment from a netizen in his mind.

There are only four words.

Humanoid aphrodisiac. Medicine.

The author has something to say: Note: From Du Fu's "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking", Zong Zhi is a friend of Li Bai's, a handsome and beautiful young man. Very handsome verse ￣ω￣=

I hope to write out the image of Zongyuan in my initial fantasy in the last world (*/ω＼*)