What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"Do you feel that my uncle has been avoiding us recently?"

Lu Kuangye swung the chair legs, poked the test paper on the table with his nose, and looked towards the door intentionally or unintentionally.

Wu Jincheng looked at the gentleman next to him who was starting to behave dishonestly again and tapped the table with his fingers. "You really are in Cao's camp but your heart is with Han."

Lu Kuangye held up his face, his eyes fixed on the quiet door outside.

"I haven't been broadcasting live these days, and I don't know what I'm busy with."

Ever since that night, Lu Kuangye felt that his uncle had changed in front of him.

It’s hard to say what has changed, but something has changed.

For example, now, he hasn't been picked up from his evening study class for a month.

The noise has been made and the quarrel has been over.

Well, now someone else has come to pick him up.

Lu Kuangye glanced at Wu Jincheng who was writing questions next to him, his eyes rolled back, and his head hit the test paper.

"Why do you have to show all your emotions on your face like that, Lu Kuangye?"

Wu Jincheng stopped writing and turned to look at Lu Kuangye.

Lu Kuangye's eyes rolled, and he slowly propped up one cheek with his left hand, looking at him with shining eyes.

"Are you displeased with me?"

"Then call him and ask him to come back and scold me."

Wu Jincheng laughed out loud, tapped the table with his nose, and there seemed to be some pity in his eyes.

"Lu Kuangye, your trick is useless. Look at how many tricks you have used this month."

Wu Jincheng counted on his fingers, "You stayed overnight in the guard room, you were caught by the teacher climbing over the wall when you were late, you skipped dinner and played by yourself, you permed and dyed your hair, you got lip and tongue piercings..."

He broke off his fingers one by one, and looked at the silver chestnut boy on the table with a teasing look.

After hearing these words, Lu Kuangye was powerless to save the situation.

At this moment, he lay on the table with a look of despair, emitting deep resentment, "I have tried my best, but your teacher is a ninja level."

Wu Jincheng raised his eyes with interest and suddenly said, "It's just a fight, school violence."

Lu Kuangye raised his eyelids and looked at him. "It's enough that I got burned by what I wanted to do. If it burned others, it would be disrespectful to them and to the law."

Wu Jincheng glanced at him, his eyes drooping, a faint smile on his lips, and spoke to himself.

"It seems the butterfly effect isn't entirely chaos theory."

"what?"

Lu Kuangye didn't hear clearly, so Wu Jincheng smiled and said to him again, "I say, if the teacher heard this, he would be very pleased."

Lu Kuangye snorted and raised his chin slightly. He leaned on the cabinet with his hand on his cheek and looked at the photo frame on it.

The picture shows a photo of him that the man took secretly, and the man was pulling his face and laughing wantonly.

The sunlight stayed in his eyes.

And his eyes reflected him.

As if remembering something, Lu Kuangye laughed, a smile on his lips, "Teacher Wu, just give him another call."

He leaned back in the chair, smiling lazily, as if he had no bones. The black earrings made his facial features look even more hardened and sharp, giving him a ruffian air.

"He won't leave me alone."

The little prince carefully nurtured the rose, making it the most arrogant and beautiful flower on his planet. Perhaps the rose's arrogance and unreasonableness made him leave it, but.

He won't let it go.

Lu Kuangye's cell phone was confiscated by Lu Jinan. He asked Wu Jincheng to supervise him and call him if there was anything.

He asked Wu Jincheng to tell him,

"Teacher, Brother Kuang Ye was hit by a car on the way back." Wu Jincheng glanced at someone next to him who looked confident.

"Is it serious?" An urgent voice came on the phone.

"Did the perpetrator send the victim to the hospital? How is he now? You are by his side now, right?"

"I'll be back now."

The phone hangs up.

Lu Kuangye stretched and stood up with a smile on his face.

Someone behind him called him, and he turned around casually, meeting those dark eyes.

"You're ready...I think this time."

"He's really going to be mad."