Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Hearing this, Song Le bit her lip and could only explain: "Teacher, his eyesight is not very good..."

After hearing this, the female teacher nodded and said empathetically, "Okay, then I'll read the title again."

Song Le was silent, and answered yes, full of apprehension.

... I don't know if Jiang Jue is willing to answer.

But there, the female teacher didn't care, she read the question accurately and slowly, and then looked at Jiang Jue.

The eyes of the whole class also instantly focused on Jiang Jue.

【So handsome... So handsome... So handsome... I feel like I'm about to faint】

Somebody biting his nails and staring blankly.

【Who is that... I don't know why there is such a good-looking male god in our college...】

A person who shines at a certain moment.

His expression became more and more indifferent and alienated. He had just calculated that the advantages of this conclusion outweighed the disadvantages, when he heard:

Just feeling Jiang Jue's extraordinarily indifferent face beside him, and the atmosphere around him that seemed to be about to freeze, felt like a cold current hit him.

"Jiang Jue, wait for a while, it will be ready soon."

It was still pitch black in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see my fingers. It had been like this since I woke up in the hospital.

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Love for Jiang Jue surged in her heart again, she leaned against him and continued to sleep.

Nobody cares.

Song Le's hands were also restrained behind his back, and he glared at the two men unbearably. One of them even took out a needle, and stretched out his hand with a malicious smile, ready to give him a cold face and dull eyes. Jiangjue injection.

The class on Monday is fairly easy, with two sessions in the morning and one session in the afternoon.

The man who was going to give her an injection glanced at her and smiled, as if he had a particularly strong malice towards Jiang Jue.

Song Le was restrained by a man. He watched Jiang Jue frown, who was silent. After being restrained by two men, one of the men took out handcuffs and handcuffed Jiang Jue's hands, behind his back.

Before the man who restrained her could react, he broke free and kicked back to the ground.

"What do you want to do?!"

Song Le looked slightly flustered, frowned, pulled his sleeve without any trace, and said in a low voice with difficulty:

Are you kidding.

Suppression by force, bullying the few with the more, dragged them into a dead end in the dead end of surveillance.

Along the way, Song Le talked about various topics happily and restrainedly.

Song Le barely restrained his killing intent, and several men on the ground had already collapsed and passed out.

"...Our great genius, come and try the happiness of drug addiction..."

But looking at that indifferent appearance, it seems that she is not ready to give an answer, but wants to destroy her humanely... okay.

But Jiang Jue would probably not be willing to crowd people on the bus... Plus now that the weather is getting hotter and the smells are various, he might go crazy.

However, the peace and harmony did not last long.

There seems to be a piece of memory missing.

Sitting down slowly, Jiang Jue looked indifferent and clasped his fingers tightly.

……

It was only four o'clock after the class, and after saying goodbye to Su Ye who hadn't recovered from his eyes, Song Le led Jiang Jue back.

She's just a little girl, so are you afraid that she won't succeed?The man with the needle squinted his eyes, and had already found a place.

And Song Le's face was indistinctly flustered: [Going to die]

Shouldn't it be time to stay away from this man who always puts him in all sorts of unprecedented situations?

Walking behind the quiet Jiang Jue, squatting down, tightening the middle part of the handcuffs to ensure that Jiang Jue would not be uncomfortable, Song Le said:

The two people over there were also caught off guard. When they looked over, they all put on extremely surprised expressions, and then they were brutally knocked down one by one.

Jiang Jue was speechless.

"..."

I don't know if it was Song Le's illusion, but she always felt that after she said that sentence, Jiang Jue's face seemed uneasy for a moment.

But the normal logical deduction and deductive ability still exist.

Then Jiang Jue heard a click.Handcuff it... broken, broken.

Think silently.

However, such a superficial level was still within Song Le's tolerance, and she just let the effects of Bingjiao's spray drag her into the small black room.

—She is ill again.

She usually takes the bus back, two stops, and it takes a few minutes.

Seeing him slowly reaching out, accepting, and eating, Song Le secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

only recently.Eating too many sweet things may dull the brain.

She glanced at it, and stood still after seeing that the solution was over, and she hadn't come out of the runaway state yet.

"Ah."

Song Le licked her lips and said softly: "Jiang Jue, let's go back."

"Here you are, there's a new frozen milk..." in a cautiously flattering tone.

In the end, he let go of his tightly pursed lips, and said the answer directly and lightly.

This feeling is very subtle.

Rao's simple, even somewhat perfunctory response made Song Le feel cheerful, comfortable, and a little shy from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Jue remained expressionless, wondering why he would gradually do things that he had never thought of or even hated before.

"Let go of him." The cold warning voice said every word.

In the blink of an eye again, there was no emotion left, and it was still Jiang Jue who was so light that he couldn't see his emotions.

Jiang Jue was gently pushed to the edge of the wall, with his back against the wall, listening to the whistling wind, punches and kicks, and tragic screams.

——There is only one sentence echoing repeatedly in my heart, Jiang Jue will be hurt, Jiang Jue will be hurt, Jiang Jue will...

—he would do such a thing.He will answer such mentally handicapped questions under the watchful eyes of everyone.

……

……

"Jiang Jue, you must calm down...don't be impulsive, I will make you whatever you want to eat after you go back...please..."

A certain person hurriedly took out a tissue to cover his nose, and stared wildly while covering his nose.

Song Le understood it as soon as he heard it. When the man was looking for the injection site, his eyes gradually turned red.

Due to the effect of Bingjiao Spray, the hostility and killing intent in the body surged like a wild wave. Song Le stared angrily with cold eyes, and the man was about to put the needle against Jiang Jue's blood vessel's hand.

Song Le gave him a rub, and then ran to those people to find the key for him to unlock.

It was clear that he only pursed his lips, expressionless.

Along the way, I met many people and said hello.

Usually, the sense of presence is obviously very low... Song Le had no choice but to push the oversized black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Jue hummed from time to time as an answer.

[Gudong——No, no, no, I'm going to get a nosebleed if I look at it again, that indifferent expression is too abstinent, right? ! 】

It's not that Jiang Jue couldn't feel it, he pursed his lips, finally raised his hand, and rubbed his temple lightly.

As long as one injection is given, one can become addicted...

It was pitch black in front of him, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he waited lightly.

But only for a moment.

Passing the third intersection, there was a small alley, and suddenly a few tall men in black clothes came out quickly.

After everything returned to calm, Song Le led him to continue walking, and Song Le gradually recovered.

"..." What just happened.

Song Le was silently sweating profusely, and Fang Cai was shocked and stunned by his own sky-breaking fighting power.

The same is true for Jiang Jue, who asked indifferently, "Are you non-human?"

Song Le: "..."