[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

He doesn't want to have physical contact with people.

——So only the gentle treatment at this moment gave him the illusion of being unique, and speculated with secret joy whether he had some specialness.

If you miss it again, you will be ignored. He really felt the fear and joy of myoja.

"—Come on... try to make a sound?"

So such an invitation without tenderness and indifference became a temptation to him.

So the voice overflowed from the bottom of the throat - a deep and suppressed gasping sound, driving the vocal cords to leak a little bit of longing.Lu Yuancang was even taken aback by his ability to make such a voice, Chu Songluo smiled a little, but for some reason he felt that the other party seemed to be even more distant from him.

It was as if he was watching everything about himself naked through the glass, and he was commanded by those deftly sliding hands to make a more perfect voice. The inexplicable pleasure wrapped in such a huge sense of shame was almost overflowing but still There is fear; yet the conductor corrects every bit of his flaw with a cold spectator's attitude, without any emotion.

Lu Yuancang felt that he was beginning to become weak, and he couldn't figure out why he suddenly came to this state—maybe trying to break free didn't mean he couldn't escape, but the frightening thing was that he was subconsciously not so willing to think about how to escape.There was a whimper in his nasal voice, but Chu Songluo lowered his eyebrows and criticized him in a cold and harsh tone: "Don't be coquettish, don't beg, seriously show your most depraved side."

Is this teaching?

Lu Yuancang felt longing and uneasy at the same time, and finally felt that maybe he was just being self-indulgent, and when he was about to cry, Chu Songluo stopped his teaching.

"Very good." With his eyes downcast, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully—even though there was almost no contact through the fabric, he still cleaned up carefully and slowly, then raised his eyes, and still spoke like A very conscientious teacher who doesn't like to get close to students.

"You're a quick learner and less hassle than I thought."

After such a distance was opened, it seemed that the air poured into the room in an instant.Breathing became smooth and stable, so Lu Yuancang's sanity recovered quickly, and the embarrassment was especially difficult to control—he even said mockingly with anger and self-doubt: "It turns out that Teacher Chu's teaching method is like this, presumably You have also taught many good students."

After he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it, but he couldn't take back what he had said, so he tightly pressed his lips together without saying a word.

Chu Songluo glanced at him, and stated calmly: "Why are you so angry - I didn't cause any damage to your actual interests, it's better to say that I'm helping you improve your acting skills, so you benefit more than me. "

"—After all, desire is dirty and ugly, and I hate getting along with people."

There was a mockery in his eyes.

"The nature of human beings is to have a good impression of people who can give themselves greater benefits—don't you like me because I have huge value potential for you?"

"—I'm just satisfying a small part of your desire, and then breaking it."

not like this!

Lu Yuancang subconsciously wanted to refute his words, but he couldn't grasp the main point, and couldn't spell it into an orderly language. He bit his lips and asked him: "So? Then why does the teacher condescend to help me like this? It can't be Dafa Mercy, on a whim, right?"

He purposely pronounced the words "condescension and honor" very clearly, and also put on a very sharp expression, but in fact he didn't understand what he was asking for.

The sound of pages turning was very obvious in the temporary silence waiting for an answer. From Lu Yuancang's point of view, Chu Songluo still took his time and didn't care.

The light in this room is dry and bright. Chu Songluo's skin is unreally pale. Under the skin of the neck, you can faintly see light blue blood vessels, as well as the direction of the bones and the collarbone. Smooth lines——he is tall, but unexpectedly a little thin. If it weren't for the dark chestnut hair in his styling, he could have a bit of a commercial atmosphere. I'm afraid this person appeared in the most backlit ward of the inpatient department of the hospital , and there will be no sense of violation.

However, such morbid thinness does not make him look pitiful, but has a mysterious sense of mystery.

If you think about it, every time you meet Chu Songluo, he will have some unexplainable behaviors in Lu Yuancang's view, for example, he is not surprised at his forgetfulness, and mentions Lu Wanwan's smile and signature, And this time...

Chu Songluo read the script for a long time before finally answering him: "There's nothing wrong with you thinking I'm on a whim."

Before he could continue to choke, Lu Yuancang's hand was stuffed with a script again.

"Restart practicing."

This attitude as if nothing happened is too irritating, Lu Yuancang glared at Chu Songluo viciously, but received a puzzled look back from the other party.

……

I don't know why, but such a Chu Songluo made Lu Yuancang's heartbeat suddenly lose its rhythm - no, he can't let him see that he is out of control, thinking about it, he still couldn't help but blush.

Chu Songluo found it really interesting, and intentionally misinterpreted his meaning: "--Is it still impossible to pronounce?"

Under normal circumstances, it is rare for two people to share the same microphone. Even if there is, they stand on the left and right sides.But Chu Songluo was standing behind Lu Yuancang at the moment, holding the script with his arms around him—in fact, Chu Songluo intentionally controlled the place where he touched, but Lu Yuancang was surrounded by his breath. In this posture, I have to feel disturbed again.Chu Songluo asked him to read the script, his voice was restrained, inexplicably excited, the most shameless screams and sighs, but it seemed to become a game between himself and himself; The pleasure of these sound scenes is even better than the self-blasphemy of watching the film.At first, he felt a little uneasy about being abnormal, but as his pale, slender and clean hands flipped through the pages of the script in front of him, he gradually got used to it and even enjoyed it.

Chu Songluo’s voice almost rubbed against his ears every time. Such a cold voice carried warmth and air flow, and its lethality was naturally extraordinary. Finally, it got Chu Songluo’s qualified evaluation. Lu Yuancang Couldn't help but wanted to touch himself, but heard Chu Songluo's voice.

"Practice is a special privilege, but you can't be stupid all the time."

It should be because Chu Songluo's voice was deep and hoarse because he leaned against his ear and said a lot of words.

"—Remember how I feel here, student Lu Cangyuan."

**

Chu Songluo must have been busy until late yesterday.

The messages sent yesterday were all replied at three o'clock in the morning. They always used very few words, but every sentence was answered well.Finally, a group photo is attached. In the picture, the parents and brothers of the Chu family are gathered together. In the center, he is hugged by the elder brother of the Chu family with a bright smile on his shoulders, but he is expressionless and standing upright, feeling a little out of place— —But maybe it should be the result of long-term training as an artist, but the line of sight is captured very well by the camera.

Lu Wanwan felt uncomfortable watching it, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

This class was really boring, Lu Yuancang was sleeping on the seat next to her.In the classroom, he was still drooling and talking in his sleep in a very, very low voice - he had this bad habit since the group trip in elementary school, and Lu Wanwan had long been used to it.

It's just that this time the content made her feel different.

——"...Chu Song...Luo, Hun...da..."

He turned his head and swallowed the "n" sound.

It seems that I had a vague liking for this kind of person, and it wasn't anyone's fault, it's just that I didn't see it clearly.While thinking, Lu Wanwan typed in the chat window: "Are you catching up on sleep?"

Then he deleted one by one, bent down, put his cheek on the table to cool down, and pressed his forehead against the edge of the table to start typing.

"Actually, I made a miraculous discovery today when I talked to Mr. Zhuma mentioned in the previous article."

"...Well, didn't I tell you, a woman's intuition."

"The great discovery is!——!"

"—Forget it, I won't tell you, but it's related to you."

"and also."

"I don't know why, it seems that after I told you that I like Zhuma-kun a little bit, I gradually calmed down, so strange."

"It's like a Coke that has been shaken, my mood."

"It's almost bursting out of the bottle."

"But after being bored like this, and sitting still on the shelf, I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

"It's like nothing happened, but I'm just not happy."

Entering here, Lu Wanwan felt a little wronged, her eyes were moist, but she was inexplicably unwilling.

"It seems that I am not so unhappy now, sleep well, okay (づ￣3￣)づ~"

The bell for the end of get out of class also rang, and while she kicked Lu Yuancang to wake her up, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her eyes—it was a beautiful red color with a plaid pattern, and it happened to be in the same series as Chu Songluo.

Lu Yuancang couldn't help taking a closer look at the handkerchief, "Where did you buy that handkerchief?"

"Don't you think that using a handkerchief is a mother's thing?" Lu Wanwan made up a yawn for herself, and praised herself in her heart for the scene of trapping tears. Committee member, from the blackboard handwritten newspaper to the science genius competition, they are always No.1, can't you tell the manufacturer?"

Lu Yuancang was stunned for a moment, and pretended to be a hippie smiling face to grab the handkerchief: "Why don't you commercialize it, Wanwan, let me inject the first pot of gold into your weaver career."

Lu Wanwan had a sharp eye and a quick hand, and quickly pulled out the light novel and held it in her hand, so Lu Yuancang immediately calmed down, and the two of them seemed to be in peace on the surface, and they changed classrooms and continued their classes.

There is a group performance this afternoon, and the class originally in the afternoon is scheduled for the evening. At 09:30, Lu Wanwan finally endured Lu Yuancang's nagging "ah, I can't go to work again" and finished class, hooking her bag on her shoulder with one hand and leaving the classroom first.

There was a tall boy at the door, leaning against the wall wearing a knitted hat and mask.

When their eyes met, she immediately recognized Chu Songluo.

In order to cater to the tastes of the audience, the girls' stage looks were very Two-dimensional during the performance in the afternoon.In order to save money to match Lu Yuancang, Lu Wanwan didn't take the five-yuan subway, but only took the one-yuan bus. The traffic jam was so bad that she didn't have time to change back to her daily clothes.Seeing her coming out, Chu Songluo straightened up, and when Lu Wanwan came over, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the upright pink, soft and fluffy rabbit ears that she was still wearing on her head.

"You didn't have a pocket watch, bunny—am I late?"

He said in a low, gentlemanly voice.

Before Lu Wanwan could answer, she heard Lu Yuancang's hesitant voice.

"—Teacher Chu?"