Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Xu Zhi slowly pulled his hand out from under the plastic bag. He still held the pen in his right hand and did not put it down at this moment.

Because of the movement of his hand, the already shaky rectangular cardboard package on the edge of the desk hit the ground solidly, with a sense of air. There was obvious movement in the quiet classroom, and other things fell one after another.

Xu Zhi didn't react, didn't look over, and didn't move anything on the table. He put his hand into the hole in the table and took out a new book and put it on his knees, lowering his head slightly.Thick bangs cover her eyes even more.

Ignore the outside world.

Ruan Ruan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him, sitting sideways and facing him. He was the same as when she first saw him when she first entered the dungeon, as if he would not resist no matter what she did to him.I have long been forced to learn to endure it silently.

Ruan Ruan deliberately said in a pretentious tone, "I came here to apologize to you. I'm sorry for what I did to you before..." Looking at his eyes under his bangs, "I know you may not believe it. Me, but I really want to make it up to you.”

He didn't respond.

"It's okay for you to ignore me. I know I was wrong. If you want to vent, just scold me. I will never retaliate. And this..." She bent down to pick up the snacks that fell by the table. He held the puffed food in his arms and piled it on his table, "Please accept it."

"Can I take you to the infirmary?"

Can you really hear me?

She lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "I'll confess to you, it's actually because I met people who were even more annoying. They treated me..." She paused and didn't go on, "It's because of this that I felt that It's too much. You obviously didn't do anything, but I targeted you like that."

"I will definitely prove to you that I am sincere!"

It was still her only voice.

Ruan Ruan suddenly stood up and crossed the table. With his left hand on the table, he pushed the things he had just picked up and dropped them to the floor again. With a sound of falling, his fair and slender hair pushed aside the bangs on his forehead.Move gently.

When he met those dead, dark eyes, he sensed some danger inexplicably, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The hand still resting on his forehead was stiff and almost trembling uncontrollably.

He couldn't even simply withdraw his hand.

"Don't touch me." The strange tone of the words seemed to be laced with deathly silence.

Her hand was blocked by him, and when she touched the back of his hand, she felt cold. He lowered his head again, and their eyes separated.

The forehead hair that was pushed aside fell back to the middle due to gravity, but it was not as tightly covered as before, and he made no deliberate movement to fiddle with it.

After her hand was blocked, Ruan Ruan still stood there stiffly, leaning towards him, every pore screaming for danger, her chest seemed to be blocked, and she seemed a little out of breath, trying hard to control her fast heartbeat.

Her trembling eyelashes were wet with water, her nasal cavity was sour, and she was about to burst into tears when she opened her mouth, but she didn't restrain herself.

She didn't want to stop just like that. Her tears fell on the pages of the book he had opened on his knees, blurring out the writing on the paper. She walked around the desk and stood beside him, leaned over and grabbed his hands with both hands, and slowly squatted down. .

She raised her head and still looked into his eyes. The blurred vision diluted the sense of danger. Tears fell and she held his hand tighter. "Do you hate me very much?"