The villain's large rollover scene in Quick Travel Guide

After sending messages to Su Qiqi and Ning Yu in advance, Jing Ling took advantage of the time and walked in leisurely after the class.

Choosing the most secluded location and the one with the least sunlight, Jing Ling prepared to sleep.

The sunshine is just right, the breeze is not dry, but the invisible repeater is too noisy.

Not long after Jing Ling lay down, she felt the position beside her sink.

Mu Xiu sat down next to Jing Ling and asked again: "How do you know who I am?"

Jing Ling gritted her teeth and ignored him.

With a tilt of her head, Jing Ling left Mu Xiu with the back of her head.

The girl's refusal was obvious. Mu Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes fell on the girl's exposed half of her fair neck.

The girl wore a scarf to cover her wounds.

But Mu Xiu could still see a little bit.

After a pause, Mu Xiu suddenly raised his hand and rubbed Jing Ling's neck.

Jing Ling suddenly felt like she was falling into an ice cave, her neck shrank, and Jing Ling was so frightened that she jumped up.

"What are you doing?"

Jing Ling was a little irritable and shouted directly to Mu Xiu, who had a natural look on his face.

The girl sitting in front was startled and turned around to look at Jing Ling cautiously.

Jing Ling: "..."

md!

Even if this is my Lian Heng, I will definitely kill him!

Smiling sheepishly at the girl in front of her who was innocently affected, Jing Ling shook her phone and managed to cope with it.

Jing Ling reached out and pulled Mu Xiu out.

Mu Xiu floated nimbly, and then looked at Jing Ling from a distance, halfway across the classroom.

Jing Ling: "..."

My villains are so awesome that they have learned to hide!

No one is stupid now!

Suddenly I feel like a failure!

Mu Xiu raised his eyebrows, his usually calm face showing a rare change.

The man's hair fell softly just above his eyes, and his eyes were filled with broken light, like the bright starlight in the dark night. Through the swaying head in the middle, Mu Xiu looked like a person walking out of a painting, calm and reserved, But it's a little more gentle.

Jing Ling was stunned for a moment.

Curbing his lips, Mu Xiu suddenly said, "You can't touch me."

Jing Ling thought for a moment, wondering whether Mu Xiu meant that he couldn't touch him or that he couldn't hit him.

However, thinking was fruitless.

Jing Ling felt that no matter which way he meant it, he really deserved to be beaten.

My knife may want to go out and stretch out!

However, before the knife could be taken out, Jing Ling was shouted out angrily.

"Xia Jingling! Don't just say whatever you want just because you are good at studying!" The gray-haired old professor on the podium shouted loudly, "Get back to your seat!"

I don’t know when, class has started.

Jing Ling: "..."

Damn it, she finally figured it out, Mu Xiu was her nemesis!

Jing Ling had a feeling that the next class would not be easy for her.

Sure enough, after relying on the remaining knowledge in the original owner's memory and barely escaping by stuttering several times to answer questions, the old professor, known as the strictest in the academy, called out her name again.

Jing Ling stood up with despair and looked at the professor on the podium.

The professor snorted, "You haven't been to the previous few classes. I think you have forgotten the basics. Come up and draw something for everyone on the podium."

Jing Ling: "..."

I'm okay at answering questions, but I really can't do this.

Jing Ling hated herself very much at the moment. Why did she decide to come to class as soon as her brain got hot?

Don’t you know that every other line is like a mountain?

How about she go up and do a stand-up comedy for everyone?

As soon as the idea came to her mind, Jing Ling was frightened back by the look in the eyes of the old professor on the podium.

With her body stiffened, Jing Ling moved towards the podium step by step with a tragic look on her face.

Mu Xiu sat at the back of the classroom, avoiding the hot sunlight, holding his chin with his hands in boredom, staring at the confused person on the podium who was holding a piece of chalk.

Jing Ling held the chalk, and the tip of the chalk was spinning back and forth on the blackboard.

The professor coughed and couldn't help but urge: "Draw quickly, why is this so difficult for you?"

Jing Ling: "..."

After debating between dying early and dying late, Jing Ling decided to choose the former.

Just as she was about to turn her head, Jing Ling felt a cold wind blowing behind her.

The next second, something slammed against her back. Through the thick cotton clothes, Jing Ling still felt as if her whole body was covered with a piece of ice, freezing her whole body.

But at this time, in full view of everyone, Jing Ling did not dare to move at all.

Mu Xiu's calm voice sounded in her ears, "You can't draw?"

Jing Ling ignored him and decided to continue turning around.

However, the next second, Jing Ling suddenly saw a slender and powerful hand covering his palm.

Mu Xiu grabbed her hand and said in her ear: "Look over there at the window."

Jing Ling was startled and her mind was in chaos, but she still subconsciously listened to Mu Xiu's words and looked up towards the window.

There is a pot of flowers on the other side of the window.

The flowers bloomed just in time. Jing Ling was stunned for a moment, and then heard Mu Xiu's voice giving orders again: "Turn back."

Mu Xiu grabbed Jing Ling's hand and slowly drew on the blackboard with the girl's hand, which obviously lacked strength and direction.

Although he painted slowly, Mu Xiu painted very steadily.

Even Jing Ling, a layman who knew nothing about painting, could see that Mu Xiu was pretty good at painting.

Naturally, in the eyes of everyone, it was Jing Ling who painted well.

Jing Ling did not dare to move and allowed the man to hold her hand and lead her to describe the branches, leaves and petals of the flower.

Occasionally, when their overlapping hands fell directly in front of her field of vision, Jing Ling could always notice that Mu Xiu's hands were very white, so white that they glowed, slightly transparent.

Occasionally, when the man's hand fell on the bright part of the blackboard, Jing Ling saw that the man's slender fingertips were slightly glowing with firelight and emitting black smoke. This disharmony completely destroyed the beauty of those hands.

Jing Ling was startled and suddenly shook off the man's hand.

Mu Xiu took a step back in surprise, tilted his head, and looked at the girl with a complicated face in confusion.

Picking up the chalk that fell to the ground, Jing Ling reluctantly smiled at the professor and said, "Professor, I'm not feeling well. I'll ask you for a leave in class."

In the professor's disbelieving eyes, Jing Ling looked back at Mu Xiu and motioned for the man to follow her out.

Mu Xiu stood on the steps and did not come down.

Jing Ling looked at Mu Xiu's empty hands angrily and couldn't help but want to strangle this retarded man to death: "Where's the umbrella I gave you?"

"Throw it away." Mu Xiu replied obediently.

This kind of attitude of answering all questions made Jing Ling feel depressed and didn't know where to vent her frustration.

It was exactly the same feeling of powerlessness as a fist hitting cotton.

Looking around, Jing Ling couldn't help but scratch her hair irritably.

There wasn't even a supermarket nearby. Where could she reassemble an umbrella for Mu Xiu?

Even if she could find him, she wouldn't dare to let Mu Xiu wander around the campus with an umbrella.

It's almost noon now, and many people in the school go out to eat.