I make vases in horror world [Quick Transmigration]

The summer wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers and fresh soil is blowing towards the face. Vibrant green plants stand on both sides of the road. With the ringing of the last class bell, the originally sparse students also poured into the teaching building.

"Well, that's all I have to say."

In the spacious and bright teaching office, the teaching director finished reading the rules for freshmen, "Our school implements a rolling system. Since you are all transfer students, we will arrange for you to go to class F first, and wait until a month later for the monthly exam. We'll reclassify you."

After saying these words, the dean waved his hand, signaling these transfer students to go to the classroom by themselves.

"This place doesn't look haunted at all." As soon as they went out, one of the girls couldn't help saying that she had a good figure, and even wearing a bad school uniform couldn't hide her plump breasts. The face of the boy facing him is extremely pure, and his watery eyes seem to be able to speak.

The appearance of a typical angel and the figure of a devil can be said to be the perfect goddess in the minds of countless people.

But the slender young man next to her was completely puzzled, his handsome face was coldly looking ahead, without even looking at her.

The girl's expression froze slightly.

In the next second, her feeling was magnified infinitely.

Because this indifferent boy suddenly turned around to look at another boy, and asked in a flat voice, "Why, is it cold?"

The boy he was watching was a very gentle person, and he kept his head slightly lowered. The standard school uniform on his body might be too loose for him, and he looked even thinner. When he raised his head, she looked It was found that the other party's face was almost transparent, and even his thin lips were slightly blue.

It was clearly in the scorching summer, wearing long-sleeved clothes, but the other party suddenly shivered.

But even with this weak appearance, coupled with the other party's eye-catching appearance, there is still an extremely fragile and delicate beauty.

The weak are picked by others.

"Physical problems." Qi An answered Zhang Zhaoqi's question softly, because of his body, his voice was a little weak, as if it was coming from the sky.

But also very nice.

Zhang Zhaoqi nodded, did not continue to ask, but just took out a talisman and stuck it on Qi An's back.The talisman paper gradually became transparent and disappeared under the school uniform, and warmth poured into his heart from behind. Qi An gave Zhang Zhaoqi a surprised look, but the other party had already averted his eyes lightly.

Their team this time is four people, that is, the four new students transferred from Yunhua High School. Except for the girl Ji Xiaoyu who spoke just now, the rest is a very petite girl Zhao Qizhu.

Because of her petite figure and immature face, when they entered the school, Zhao Qizhu was stopped by the guard. She seemed to have noticed Qi An's gaze, and turned her head to give him a sweet smile.

Her pretty eyes narrowed into a line because of the actions of her master, and her smile was innocent and bright, without the vicissitudes that other traversers should have.

Qi An also showed a weak and friendly smile towards the other party, and frowned slightly calmly.

The other party felt a little strange to him.

Although the smile was very sweet, but there was a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

It's like an angel under the outside.

An indifferent demon hides.

The teaching office is close to class F, and when they called for the report to enter, the teacher on duty was staring at the students under the podium for morning reading.

Seeing them coming in, everyone stopped at the same time. The teacher asked them to introduce themselves with a smile on their faces. After all the students in the seats expressed their warm welcome, they were arranged to sit down.

Each of them sat with their old classmates in the class, presumably to allow them to better integrate into the group.

Qi An looked at the various books that had been placed on the table, and was a little lost in thought. He stretched out his hand and roughly organized them, then pretended to be listening carefully and let his mind go blank.

Why is it this school?

In such a quiet and sunny college, both the teachers who give lectures and the students who study hard are all well-behaved.

Ordinarily featureless.

What on earth caught the ghost's attention.

Qi An licked the cold lips, and turned the pen thoughtfully.

Seeing his sluggish look, the deskmate deliberately wanted to call him back, and reached out to bump his arm, but the moment the latter met his eyes, he felt that everything he said was dumb in his throat.

Qi An's eyes are a bit misty at the moment, coupled with his skin that is too white to be real, the whole person is beautiful and illusory, like a person walking out of a painting.

His eyes couldn't help but rest on Qi An's lips that were still glistening.

Moist and clear like a good fruit.

He suddenly felt a little dry in his throat.

This gradually suppressed obsession caught Qi An's attention, and Qi An continued to look at him as if unaware, something flashed in his mind for a moment.

[Special reminder: Due to the excessive Yin Qi in the tasker's body, it may attract the attention of some things ~ In view of the fact that this trait is very helpful for the task, this ability is strengthened ~]

This is the prompt he received when he first received the mission.

something……

what?

For the first time, Qi An seriously looked at his deskmate.

Fang Delian.

This is what he said when he introduced himself to Qi An.

--very common.

Judging from his appearance alone, there was nothing remarkable about it. Qi An's eyes moved away from his school uniform and fell on his schoolbag and open books.

The schoolbag was worn out, covered with scattered patches of various shapes.

Qi An noticed that there was a piece of nondescript rag in the middle of the shoulder strap of the opponent's schoolbag, which was stitched together with rough stitches to lengthen the strap.

This person's family background is not good, Qi An made this judgment subconsciously.

Qi An's gaze shifted to the opponent's textbook, which had several different handwritings on it, but because the opponent's pen was still on the book, Qi An could easily identify his handwriting from it.

Very regular and square.

The ink-colored handwriting was neatly arranged row by row on it.

He writes very seriously.

Qi An looked at the other party's eyes that gradually changed, and pursed his lips.

What is so special about his deskmate?