A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

The two of them were halfway through class, and Feng Ye's eyes were straightened and his mouth was full of incomprehension.

Yao Zhibei pressed down the red ballpoint pen in his hand, holding back his anger, "Look at it for yourself first, if you understand, I'll explain it to you later."

He always felt that he was a more patient kind of person, but he never expected to meet a student like Feng Ye who didn't seem to have received nine-year compulsory education at all, and he was so annoying to death.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Yao Zhibei frowned, before he could stop it, Feng Ye excitedly went over to open the door, exchanged a few words, and came in with a bag full of things.

Yao Zhibei moved the tip of his nose, smelling the smell of food, and then remembered that he hadn't eaten yet. He often forgot to eat, and he didn't even think about how it was possible for Young Master Feng to accompany him for a hungry meal.

"Let's eat first?" Feng Ye moved the books on the table to the side, and ordered a table of Chinese food, almost all of which were meat. "There are only stir-fries and pasta around here. I ordered some. You don't have any taboos, do you?"

"...No." Yao Zhibei watched Feng Ye quickly set it up, then lifted the plastic cover, and the strong aroma of vegetables smelt his nostrils, "When did you order takeaway?"

"..." Feng Ye cast a guilty glance at Yao Zhibei, "Well... when you were talking about acceleration."

Yao Zhibei: "..." After nearly an hour of mental torture, he no longer had the heart to get angry.

Feng Ye chuckled twice, "Eat, eat, you will have the strength to study after eating!"

After finishing his homework, it was past eleven o'clock. Feng Ye picked up his phone and glanced at it. He didn't know what message he had sent. When he raised his head, his face was full of confusion.

Yao Zhibei: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ye: Thinking of a way how to attack you.

Feng Ye looked a little embarrassed, and said, "There is something wrong with my car, so I might not be able to come."

Yao Zhibei frowned.

Feng Ye asked innocently, "Can I take a taxi around here?"

Yao Zhibei: "I can't." This area belongs to the three-way zone, and the roads are very narrow and uneven. Few taxi or online car-hailing drivers are willing to pick up passengers in this area.

Feng Yeye sighed regretfully: "Then..."

Yao Zhibei seemed to realize what Feng Ye was going to say.

"Is there any fast hotel or hotel nearby?" Feng Ye paused, then changed his voice, "The cleaner ones, my skin is prone to allergies."

What a squeamish young master indeed.

Yao Zhibei shook his head helplessly, there were hotels around, but they were all unlicensed extensions of certain illegal industries, he didn't tell Fengye.

After hearing this, Feng Ye was distressed, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't know what to do.

"You can sleep here." Yao Zhibei said flatly, his eyes swept across Feng Ye's face.

Feng Ye held back the joy in his heart, and pretended to be sorry, "That's why I'm bothering you."

Yao Zhibei: "..." Put the corners of your mouth down before speaking, is that okay?

Feng Ye seemed to realize that he failed to manage his expression, and smiled nonchalantly, "Where do I sleep?"

Can I sleep on my brother's abs?

001 spoke at the right time: "According to league regulations, 18 years old..."

"I know." Feng Ye interrupted 001, and said viciously, "Shut up, don't always interrupt my fantasy."

Yao Zhibei said: "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

Feng Ye: "Isn't that good?" Why can't everyone hold hands and sleep together?

Yao Zhibei said: "You can sleep on the sofa if you want."

Feng Ye: "I mean, let's all sleep on the bed, two big men, why are you ashamed?"

Yao Zhibei frowned: "No, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Feng Ye didn't give up: "Let's not discuss it again."

Yao Zhibei said: "Either you sleep on the bed, or I sleep on the bed, I don't like to be next to other people."

"Okay." Feng Ye felt a little regretful.

Having been rejected many times, Feng Ye was not in a hurry, he had to take his time and boil the frog in warm water to deal with this kind of iceberg character design.

At night, Feng Ye simply took a shower, borrowed Yao Zhibei's pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

Yao Zhibei was still doing homework in the living room, and only turned on a desk lamp, and a faint light came in through the crack of the door.

Feng Ye suddenly felt a little relieved, there was no intrigue in this mission world, no intrigue, no conspiracy, except for the hundreds of thousands of debts that bothered people, everything was ordinary and pleasant.

"Yao Zhibei!"

The lights in the living room flickered, and a boy's voice came: "What are you doing?"

"Come in, I'm afraid of the dark."

"..."

In the end, shameless overcame unhappiness.Yao Zhibei spread a quilt and a mat under the bed, and lay on the ground by himself, since it was summer anyway, he would not catch cold.

Feng Ye poked out a fluffy head from the bed: "Hey, are you really not coming up?"

Yao Zhibei turned over impatiently, turned his back to Feng Ye: "No, sleep."

Sleep and sleep.

Maybe it was because the night wind was blowing too gently, Feng Ye fell asleep not long after.

He dreamed that he was walking in the shadow of nothingness, and suddenly a faint light spot appeared in front of his eyes, like a small star, the light was soft and warm.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand unconsciously, and the small light spot seemed to be attracted, and slowly moved over from the void, falling into Feng Ye's hand.

Feng Ye felt an unprecedented tranquility, with only the star-like white light lying in his palm in front of his eyes.After feeling Fengye's joy, that spot of light seemed to brighten a little.

A little brighter.

In the end, Feng Ye saw that spot of light turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, covering his whole body with warmth...

……

"Wake up."

Feng Ye opened his eyes sleepily, covered his head with a quilt to block the glare of the sun outside the window and the voices in his ears.

He remembered that he seemed to have a dream, and he forgot it as soon as he woke up, feeling sleepy and annoying.

Yao Zhibei stood in front of the bed, already dressed neatly, the quilt on the floor was also packed into the closet.He got up at five o'clock, finished reciting the vocabulary, washed and tidied up, and called Feng Ye once half an hour ago, and when he came back after buying breakfast, he found Feng Ye was still lying on the bed and hadn't woken up.

As a self-disciplined and excellent academic master, Yao Zhibei couldn't understand why a person would sleep so much in a day, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he lifted the quilt with a cold face.

"What time is it?" Feng Ye was very reluctant, he was still wearing Yao Zhibei's pajamas.Although he is not much shorter than Yao Zhibei, but his figure is slender, the old white T looks a little too big for him, when he turns over, he reveals a beautiful collarbone, and his porcelain white skin is delicate and smooth , even the black hair was tanned to a light brown color, and the whole person looked shining in the light of the morning sun.

Yao Zhibei looked away: "Six forty, it takes half an hour to take the bus, if you can't afford it, you will be late."

Feng Ye struggled for two seconds, but got up obediently.It doesn't matter if he is late, but it is a crime to be late with a good student like Yao Zhibei.

Before going out, Feng Ye and his wife finished their breakfast with a steamed stuffed bun.

Yao Zhibei: "Don't choke you."

"No, um." Feng Ye said vaguely, took a sip of soy milk before swallowing the bun, "Let's go, we're going to be late."

The two stood under the bus stop sign, and the first bus in the morning arrived on time.

Feng Ye followed Yao Zhibei and sat down in the last row. He leaned against the window, closed his eyes and casually played a song on his phone.Yao Zhibei was sitting next to him, and he could vaguely hear a few standard English conversations through the leaky earphones.

Feng Ye tilted his head and saw the shadows under Yao Zhibei's eyes. It's not easy to be a top student, and if you don't sleep well, you will have dark circles under your eyes.

But even if a handsome guy has dark circles, he is still a handsome guy, which fits Fengye's selection criteria very well.

Yao Zhibei closed his eyes and frowned, and suddenly felt a chill in his ears. The original BBC broadcast turned into a soothing melody. Opening his eyes, Feng Ye held the old headphones that Yao Zhibei took off from his ears, and put his Shared it with him.

The sunlight shines through the glass window, reflecting the beautiful silhouette on the side. Feng Ye's lips are slightly upturned, which is the perfect smiling lip that many people dream of. With the blue light, accompanied by that gentle melody, it sang softly into Yao Zhibei's heart.

Over the years, no matter how much hustle and bustle he has heard in his ears, he can always recall the shallow melody that was born with the boy's thoughts this morning.

But for now, Yao Zhibei just unplugged another old earphone that was overflowing with noise, and leaned on the blue plastic bus chair, enjoying a rare time of peace.

There are a lot of people going to Haicheng Private Middle School. Even though the school gate is full of luxury cars, because this is Xueyuan Road, there are many students getting off from other schools around. Two people wearing Haicheng blue and black school uniforms are crowded in the bus.

After finally getting out of the car, Feng Ye slowly moved to the door, almost feeling that he was about to be knocked off the ground by the flow of people.Just as he was about to walk down the steps, someone bumped into him behind him, and immediately lost his balance. His physical fitness was not high, and his mental strength was controlled by the system. Seeing his handsome face was about to hit the ground, he secretly Damn me.

A pair of hands firmly supported Feng Ye, wrapped around his shoulders, and pulled him out of the car with half support and half hug.

Feng Ye looked up and saw Yao Zhibei let go of his hand, looking at him speechlessly.

"Thank you." Feng Ye scratched his hair in embarrassment, "This car is slow and hard to squeeze, why don't you buy a bicycle?" Bicycles are not very expensive, second-hand ones can be bought for one or two hundred, long The money for taking the bus can be exchanged for a bicycle long ago.

Yao Zhibei said: "It will be stolen, my house is too messy."

Feng Ye nodded thoughtfully, raised his hand and naturally put it on Yao Zhibei's shoulder, wrapped it around his neck, and looked at his watch, "Oh, it's 27:3, and there are [-] minutes left for class, run! "

The two moved intimately, Yao Zhibei could almost smell the fragrance of Feng Ye's body, he couldn't help holding his breath, he even forgot the discomfort of being touched, and was dragged by Feng Ye towards the teaching building.

Click.

Feng Ye flickered out of the corner of his eye, and looked around, except for the students who were walking hurriedly like them, there was no one suspicious.

He raised his eyebrows, ignoring the strange feeling just now.

Until the end of the second class, Feng Ye woke up from the drowsiness of being tortured by high school Chinese, and followed a group of people to the playground to do exercises.

He shuffled and followed behind Yao Zhibei. The two were about the same height, and they both stood at the end of the line. Feng Ye lazily leaned next to Yao Zhibei, listening to the speech of the leader above him bored.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. Why were people around him secretly looking at him.

Feng Ye raised his eyes, and met Yao Zhibei's equally puzzled eyes.

He mouthed to Yao Zhibei: "What happened?"

Yao Zhibei shook his head, he had been stared at for a long time, and his face was cold, although usually he was not very enthusiastic, but this time, Feng Ye could clearly feel his emotional displeasure.

What the hell is going on?

The phone in Feng Ye's pocket vibrated suddenly, and he took it out to see that it was a WeChat message sent to him by Qi Qiaojing.

[Qi Qiaojing]: Feng Ye, do you see the confession wall?

What confession wall?What is that?

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows and replied with a question mark, then Qi Qiaojing sent him a link, and he clicked in.

A few large characters came into view——

#八十八一个不说和一个不说的Those Things#

What the hell is this?