Quick Transmigration: The Scheming Beauty is Seductive and Wild

Chapter 120 Continue to the Crematorium

Su Luo took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, then balled it up and threw it into the trash can, picked up the thermos bucket and walked out.

"Going out so late?"

Seeing that the girl had already walked to the door, Rong Jing finally couldn't hold himself any longer. He quickly threw down the newspaper and stood up, his tone a little anxious.

In the shadow of the entrance hall, Su Luo hooked her lips and did not move. She only turned her head slightly and glanced at the depressed man, and waved her hand.

"His cell phone was left with me. I have to send it to him. We young people can't live without our cell phones for even a minute. We are not as calm as you, Professor."

After saying that, Su Luo changed into white shoes and went out without looking back.

The door slammed shut, leaving a room of silence. Rong Jing stood there, his chest rising and falling with anger.

He actually took all his cellphones back?

So what if I don't look at my phone all night? As for Baba running over there in the middle of the night?

Looking left and right, Rong Jing suddenly entered the bathroom, and when he came out again, he already had a wet rag on his hand.

Rong Jing stared at the small piece of dust on the staircase handle and began to rub it hard, so hard that the dark red paint on it was almost rubbed off.

Huh, how could it be possible to just give away a mobile phone?
When he came back, he was obviously carrying raw ribs in his hand. Did he think he was blind?

This girl must have planned it on the way. She deliberately took the kid's phone back just to have an excuse to go back and deliver soup.

It's really well-intentioned, haha.

Rong Jing finished wiping the stair handle, but the depression in his chest still lingered.

So, he just lay down on the floor, and without mopping, he just used the small and pitiful rag and started mopping the floor.

After a while, his handsome face turned red because of his posture.

The wind was a bit chilly in the late autumn night. Su Luo took a taxi to the entrance of the hospital and entered the elevator with a thermos bucket.

The red numbers were jumping upwards. Unexpectedly, apart from a faint nervousness in her heart, she was not as anxious as she imagined.

With a ding, the elevator door opened.

There was no one in the corridor outside the ward, and the floor tiles that had just been dragged by the disinfectant reflected cold white light, reflecting Su Luo's blurred shadow.

Su Luo stood outside the ward and put her hand on the door handle. The scene in front of her suddenly overlapped with the memory of a long time ago.

When she learned of Chu Song's death in the previous world, she stood outside the ward door as she did now, barefooted, unwilling and unable to believe the established facts, with a desolate heart overgrown with weeds.

However, something is different now.

Su Luo took a deep breath, politely knocked on the door three times, and firmly turned the doorknob.

The crack in the door became wider and wider, and the light in the ward came through.

On the hospital bed, Chu Song was leaning on the bedside wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, with a hospital quilt covering his legs. His slender fingers on the quilt were holding a thick medical book.

Hearing the sound, he looked over.

Thin bangs hung obediently on her forehead, covering most of her eyebrows. Under her long black eyelashes, a pair of brown-gray eyes were clean and lively, with a cold expression like an ice lotus.

After Su Luo met his gaze, she was stunned for several seconds.

He had been unconscious with his eyes closed before, but now she realized that the rest of his facial features overlapped with those in her impression, except that those eyes were not the black pupils she was familiar with.

For no reason, the tight string in Su Luo's mind suddenly relaxed.

She was still standing at the door, raised the soup bucket in her hand, put it on the small table by the wall without saying a word, and was about to turn around and leave.

The next second, there was a violent coughing sound behind her. Su Luo's heart was twitching when she heard it, but she turned around.

Chu Song's face turned red due to coughing, and he touched his chest with his hand. His eyes were fixed on the girl at the door. For a long time, he said hoarsely:

"what is that?"

Su Luo was startled, he actually didn't ask her who she was first.

Now that the question had reached her head, Su Luo picked up the thermos bucket again, walked a few steps forward, stopped two meters away from the hospital bed, and replied:

"I brought up the soup cooked by the hospital."

Chu Song looked at the not-cheap thermos bucket, and then moved his gaze back to the girl's face. A smile slipped through her brown-gray eyes:
"Oh."

Then, he lowered his eyes and read the book again.

The ward was quiet for a while. He didn't take the initiative to talk to her, nor did he tell her to leave. He just turned the pages of the book so calmly, seeming to have forgotten that she was a living person.

After a while, Su Luo couldn't bear it any longer and took the initiative to speak:
"Aren't you wondering who I am?"

Chu Song then raised his eyelids and said calmly:

"I heard from the nurse that my girlfriend sent me here in the afternoon and took away my mobile phone, so..."

He closed the book with a snap, leaned forward slightly, and looked at her with a teasing look in his eyes:
"Girlfriend, where is my cell phone?"

The air was quiet.

Su Luo pursed her lips, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and smiled awkwardly:
"The electronic medical insurance card I swiped with your mobile phone before."

She reached out and handed it to him, but the other party didn't take it. Chu Song looked at the white hand and suddenly asked:

"How do you know the password to my phone?"

Su Luo's heart skipped a beat, she swallowed, her gaze unconsciously avoided his gaze, and she murmured softly:

"It happened suddenly, and you were unconscious at the time. I just made a wild guess, but I didn't expect Six Zeros to actually come in."

paused,
"But I didn't peek at the content on your phone."

Chu Song nodded, took the phone with his hand, and threw it aside indifferently, his eyes fell on the thermos again, and said in a low voice:

"The restaurant in the hospital now is so considerate and uses such a good thermal bucket."

Hearing this, Su Luo choked, smiled, and continued following his words:

"Yes, remember to return it after you finish drinking."

At this time, Chu Song had unscrewed the lid of the thermos bucket, and the aroma of pork ribs wafted out.

The soup was hot, and it was a large piece of real meat. There was no excess oil on the surface of the soup. Chu Song couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

"What's your name?"

"Su Luo."

Chu Song nodded and drank quietly without asking for any other information.

"Then...I'll leave first, you have a good rest."

Su Luo turned and walked towards the door. She had already pulled the door handle, and suddenly a man's voice sounded behind her:
"Fall down."

She turned her head suddenly, and saw that Chu Song's brown-gray pupils were full of smiles, and under the light, they were clear and energetic.

"be careful on the road."

It wasn't until she was sitting in the taxi that Su Luo's mind became confused again after a moment of clarity.

Why did he suddenly call her Luo Luo?
After getting out of the car and returning to the villa, as soon as Su Luo entered the door, she found that the floor in the hall was as shiny as if it had just been waxed.

On the sofa, Rong Jing was still reading the newspaper intently, with a serious look on his face, as if he hadn't heard the sound of her coming in.

A certain movie star was printed on the newspaper's page. At first glance, it looked like the entertainment page, a category that Professor Rong never touched.

Su Luo felt amused, she went up the stairs, and when she reached the end, she said lightly:
"The newspaper is held upside down."

Then, the sound of newspapers being flipped was heard in the hall, and Rong Jing's face turned red.

*
Two days later, lecture theater.Professor Rong stood on the podium, finishing the knowledge points in the class, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The male student who was working on the problem on the blackboard secretly rejoiced. He had been working on it for seven or eight minutes and was overwhelmed by the complicated calculation steps, but get out of class was finally over.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to step off the podium, he met Professor Rong's stern gaze.

"You can leave after you're done."

Rong Jing frowned. He couldn't bear the students giving up halfway on the questions.

Therefore, the male classmate had no choice but to continue holding back the steps with a bitter look on his face.

Suddenly girls' exclamations came from the door, Rong Jing heard the prestige and looked around, only to see a tall boy walking in.

Rong Jing looked away nonchalantly and packed the folders in his hands. After a moment, he suddenly looked over again and found that what the man was carrying was indeed their thermos bucket.

At this time, most of the students had not left yet. Chu Song took off the hat on his head, revealing a handsome face.

Under the large black hoodie, the gauze on his forehead had been removed. His eyes were scanning among the many girls. Unsurprisingly, he aroused cooing from the girls.

Rong Jing's heart was filled with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the boy positioned his gaze in the direction of Su Luo, and then strode up the steps.

"Hi."

A familiar voice sounded above her head. Su Luo was arranging her stationery with her head down, but she still didn't react. It was Xu Zhihan who touched her, and she raised her head stupidly.

"How did you come?"

"promise."

Chu Song placed the thermos bucket on the table, put his hands in his pockets, and had no intention of leaving.

Staring at the thermos bucket, Su Luo blinked, knowing that he knew, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you ready?"

Chu Song didn't speak, his thin lips curved, he looked at her and nodded.

Seven or eight meters away from the podium, Su Luo had already sensed Professor Rong's dark gaze on the stage.

Every time she showed another expression, the gaze resting on her cheek would become more intense, as if it had substance, and it would make Su Luo's scalp tingle.

Seeing that she suddenly stopped talking, Chu Song thought about it, and then took the initiative to speak:
"I asked the counselor and found out you were in the physics department."

After a pause, he suddenly came closer and asked softly:
"You don't seem to have asked me about my department."

"...I know, you are in the Department of Medicine."

Su Luo calmly stepped back. After pulling away, the pressure from someone on her body was relieved a lot.

Seeing her embarrassment, Chu Song touched his nose, straightened up, and said in a low voice:
"I just transferred here and just joined the Student Union Propaganda Department. The minister said you can take me to get to know the campus."

Originally, Chu Song had no intention of joining any clubs or departments due to his trouble-free character.

However, when the counselor came to see him, he accidentally mentioned Su Luo from the Propaganda Department, and he suddenly changed his mind.

In fact, the director of the Propaganda Department did not specifically mention his name. His original words were:

"If you don't understand anything when you first come to school, you can ask the club members. Everyone is very enthusiastic."

Therefore, Chu Song was really not embarrassed, and further processed and polished it, and relayed it to Su Luo.

Su Luo was stunned. It turned out that he found him because of the minister's relationship, so she nodded:

"Okay, we have a lunch break anyway, let's go together, but..."

After a pause, she pointed to a registration form for the school anniversary program in her hand.

"You have to wait for me for 2 minutes while I fill out this registration form."

"Ah."

Chu Song nodded, looked around their classroom, and suddenly felt a strong gaze.

He looked up and saw a young professor standing on the stage, and a male classmate next to him was doing a question.

The professor stared at the male classmate for a while, then turned to look at himself. His eyes were dark and deep, and there seemed to be a hint of something fleeting...

hostility?

It was far away and he couldn't see clearly. When Chu Song tried to look over again, the professor had already turned his head.

I don’t know what he said to the male student next to him. He was sweating profusely and was obviously nervous.

Chu Song walked to the blackboard, looked at the circuit diagram and the steps written by the male classmate, pointed a finger somewhere, and prompted:

"You're treating voltage as resistance."

The male classmate suddenly realized it and quickly changed it. Sure enough, he changed it correctly.

This is not a simple circuit diagram from middle school or high school. There are more than ten equations alone. Chu Song can see the problem at a glance. A trace of surprise flashes in Rong Jing's eyes. At the same time, he feels an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

This kid is clearly not from their physics department. Could it be that he is gifted?

Rong Jing felt inexplicably irritated when he saw Chu Song's calm and cool look.

A few minutes later, Su Luo faced Rong Jing's burning gaze and walked out of the door with Chu Song without turning her back. Professor Rong was so angry that his lungs began to hurt.

As soon as the two men left, Professor Rong rushed back to the office.

At this time, there was no one in the office.

He locked the door, opened the cabinet, and took out his treasured high-power binoculars. While looking outside, he adjusted it, for fear of missing something.

The blurry lens gradually became clearer, revealing the back figures of a pair of handsome men and beautiful women.

Seeing them walking on the lawn, talking and laughing, Rong Jing's face was gloomy, and his heart was bubbling with sadness.

Just walk properly. As for being so close?
Suddenly, a basketball flew over from the basketball court and hit the two people.

Rong Jing's heart tightened, and then he saw Chu Song reaching out to catch it.

Rong Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't hit his girl. Then he suddenly thought about it and quickly went to observe Su Luo's expression.

But the telescope was not a clairvoyant after all, and I could only see a vague outline.

Then I thought about it, Xiaoluo shouldn't have any feelings about such a clichéd plot of a hero saving a beauty... right?

Professor Rong was observing Su Luo when he noticed that they had entered the basketball court, and the person standing opposite was actually the boy with flaxen hair.

what do you say that is?

Rong Jing thought about it for a long time but didn't remember it.

Then, after the two boys said a few words, for some reason, the two sides suddenly started fighting.

Obviously, Lu Chengchuan is better at basketball than Chu Song, and he can also play tricks.

Whenever Chu Song gets on the board, Lu Chengchuan will block him with his hands and bump his shoulder from time to time when the opponent is dribbling.

Rong Jing watched with great interest, and suddenly felt that this flaxen-haired boy was not so annoying anymore.

The next second, Chu Song was knocked to the ground.

Before Rong Jing could gloat about his misfortune, he found that Su Luo had already pounced on him. She helped him to the seat next to him, and actually... lifted up the man's trouser legs?
Rong Jing narrowed his eyes.

Su Luo took out disinfectant wipes from her bag, wiped him gently, and blew on him from time to time.

Due to the problem of angle, in Professor Rong's eyes, Xiaoluo actually used her mouth to treat the man's wound? !
In an instant, Rong Jing's eyes turned black, and he held a breath in his windpipe, almost not being able to carry it completely.

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