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

The competition here is not over yet, and several contestants who were forced by the class to run 3200 are still lingering on the track.Feng Ye had to check the 10-meter distance 1000 minutes earlier. Yao Zhibei couldn't sit down right after the run, so he took a walk and accompanied Feng Ye to the check.

"Would you like to cheer me up?" Feng Ye showed his white teeth, smiled with narrowed eyes, and stretched out his fist.

"...Come on." Yao Zhibei reluctantly raised his hand and bumped it.

Feng Ye fastened his shoelaces, and the staff gave him a small vest with a number. Feng Ye couldn't tie the straps on his back no matter what, so Yao Zhibei went around behind him, and flicked his fingers: "Is this tight?"

"just."

Feng Ye walked to the starting line and got ready to start running. When the gunshot rang out, he rushed out like an arrow, only the sound of sharp wind could be heard.

A group of classmates usually hardly see Feng Ye's face, but this is the first time they see Feng Ye running, and they didn't expect that besides fighting, he is also very good at running.

Feng Ye, the original character, loves to ride motorcycles. Apart from the strange terminal blood disease, his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people. These sports are commonplace.

The result was clear at a glance, Feng Ye won the first place, panted heavily and walked in front of Yao Zhibei, his forehead and hair were wet and stuck to his head, sticky and uncomfortable, so he borrowed the clip from the female classmate next to him Clip it on.

"Are you tired?" Yao Zhibei also handed him a bottle of water, orange-flavored soda water. Feng Ye took it with a smile, drank most of the bottle in one go, and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth casually. Slow down.

Feng Ye smiled and said, "I will be tired because of this mere 1000 meters? Are you looking down on me, Teacher Yao?"

Yao Zhibei stared at the pink strawberry hairpin on Feng Ye's head, feeling a little depressed, and turned around, "It's good that you're not tired, it's time to speak English to you tonight."

Feng Ye: ...

Feng Ye complained and rushed over, putting his hands on Yao Zhibei's shoulders, "No way, Teacher Yao, please forgive me!"

After all, the make-up classes in the evening did not continue, Yao Zhibei rarely gave Feng Ye a vacation, and asked him to go home and study hard.

Feng Ye nodded in confusion, and the two went back to their respective homes.

Yao Zhibei went to the bank after school, paid 36 to his uncle, and [-] to the family of the victim. He sighed when he saw the remaining debt. There were still more than [-]. It's hard to pay it off before graduating from college.

After returning from the bank, Yao Zhibei bought a pack of dried noodles and a dozen eggs at the supermarket downstairs. When he was checking out, he saw the orange-flavored Fanta in the freezer next to him, and took a bottle by accident.

At night, Yao Zhibei was lying on the bed, and there was the bottle of orange-flavored Fanta on the bedside table, which he hadn't drunk yet.

In fact, he doesn't like drinking drinks, especially carbonated drinks, which are too sweet and easily addictive. He doesn't even know why he bought soda, maybe he was dizzy from the heat today.

The moonlight outside the window shone brightly into the room, bringing with it the wind that was not cool enough in the summer night, and slowly brought the thoughtful young man to sleep.

"Is it delicious?" Feng Ye's face suddenly appeared in front of him, Yao Zhibei squinted his eyes from the sunlight in front of him, and vaguely saw Feng Ye's pale lips dangling in front of his eyes.

"It's delicious." Yao Zhibei heard himself say, his heart was beating a little fast, and the smell of orange blossom was tangy, not orange blossom, but orange.

Feng Ye asked again: "What's the smell?"

Yao Zhibei didn't speak, the lips in front of him were tightened, and Feng Ye's eyes drooped down, like obsidian with a stroke of ink and color, and like the most mysterious and deep black hole in the universe, he sank deeply into it Yes, I saw a bright star in the dark.

The sunlight painted Feng Ye's cheeks golden, and Yao Zhibei was reflected in his eyes, gently enveloping his shadow.It's like an invitation.

Yao Zhibei's nose lingers with an indelible orange fragrance, fresh, sweet... seductive.

Suddenly his heart was beating like thunder, and he lowered his head slowly, touching the warm softness, like orange pulp, rich and juicy, he wanted to chew the pulp and swallow it into his stomach.

"Orange flavored."

……

The alarm at 3200 o'clock pulled Yao Zhibei out of his charming dream. He just sat up, he was still a little dazed, the only thing in his body was the backache after running [-].

It wasn't until the reaction in a certain part of the body was too strong that Yao Zhibei suddenly realized what he dreamed about.

He actually dreamed of Fengye...

And did that kind of thing...

Yao Zhibei tugged at his hair in a slump, his thoughts were panicked, he didn't have the heart to solve that matter for himself, so he went directly to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

After coming out of the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he realized how ugly his face was.

Feng Ye arrived at school early in the morning, ate big beef stuffed buns made by his aunt at home, drank milk, and opened the back of the book that Yao Zhibei had marked for him before.

Yao Zhibei came a little late today, stepped on the preparation bell to arrive at the classroom, and looked not in good condition, Feng Ye thought it was caused by running too much yesterday.

When Yao Zhibei sat down, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Who would have thought that Yao Zhibei frowned suddenly, and his tone was extremely cold: "It's nothing."

"Well, alright." Feng Ye felt baffled, when he woke up this morning, 001 told Feng Ye that the favorability bar had finally moved, changing from the dead 0 to 5.Although he didn't understand what the reason for this change was, Feng Ye was still very satisfied with this small improvement.

As for Yao Zhibei's sudden indifference today, Feng Ye didn't break the casserole to ask the end, after all, everyone has privacy, and he didn't have the pleasure of prying into other people's secrets.

The weather in the morning was not bad, but during the class break, there were suddenly dark clouds, and within a moment, big raindrops began to pour down, pouring out, and the sound of splashing water was all around my ears.This is a typical summer rainstorm in Haicheng, which came quickly and fell heavily.

Most of the students were very satisfied with resting in the classroom instead of going out to do exercises, and gathered together in twos and threes.

Yao Zhibei went to work in the director's office. At this time, Feng Ye just received a WeChat message from Qi Qiaojing, saying that he had something important to ask him.

What should come will still come.

Feng Ye buckled up his phone, walked out of the classroom, and went to the place Qi Qiaojing mentioned.

It is the promenade under a big banyan tree behind the teaching building. Usually, there are many mosquitoes in this area. Except for the young couples who secretly fall in love with each other, basically no one wants to come here, so this place is also called "Lover Tree". .

There is a school legend that as long as the names of the lovers are written on this tree, the two will be together forever; there is also a legend that as long as you confess your love under this tree, there is a high probability that you will succeed in holding hands.

So when Feng Ye was called here, he actually had a solid foundation in his heart, and he was going to speak clearly so that no other little girl would hang her heart on his crooked neck tree.

Just walking to the bottom of the promenade, there is a lover tree in the green space a few meters away. It grows lush and lush, and even the rainstorm can't penetrate its branches and leaves, only slowly flowing water along the gap.Qi Qiaojing stood at the end of the long corridor, with long hair draped over her shoulders, even if she wasn't wearing Fendai, she still exuded a delicate and elegant taste.

Feng Ye's footsteps paused, and Qi Qiaojing just happened to look over, and her eyes lit up instantly.

He had hardly been confessed to by a girl—at least not in his short memory. Feng Ye was a little at a loss, so he walked over boldly.

"Fengye." The girl's voice was also sweet, and when she called the person she liked by her name, it was also high-spirited and brisk.

She is brave and frank: "I have liked you for a long time."

Qi Qiaoyu was full of anticipation and anxiety, she quietly raised her eyes and stared at the young man in front of her.

Feng Ye was left speechless by a straight ball. He was always the one who hit others with a straight ball, but he didn't expect to be hit by a straight ball this time.After he was slightly shocked, he was distressed how to reject a girl gently, he must be straightforward, and he must not embarrass the girl.

The demeanor engraved in his bones made him unexpectedly silent, Qi Qiaojing seemed to be aware of Feng Ye's hesitation, and the joy in his eyes dissipated little by little.

"sorry."

The rainstorm seemed to have finally vented its dissatisfaction, and began to restrain itself, becoming softer than before.

Despite Feng Ye's careful maintenance, Qi Qiaojing's eyes suddenly turned red. In fact, Feng Ye vaguely hinted that she didn't understand, but just wanted to fight for it.After all, I have been a girl with outstanding beauty and a proud family since I was a child, and I have always been lined up by suitors to give her flowers, but now I just can't accept the sudden setback.

Qi Qiaojing asked: "Why? Am I not pretty enough? Or...do you have someone you like?"

"No, you are beautiful." Feng Ye comforted Qi Qiaojing's emotions, "It's my problem, I have someone I like."

Qi Qiaojing shook her head, took the tissue from Feng Ye and wiped away her tears: "Is she prettier than me?"

Feng Ye smiled lightly: "He really can't be called pretty."

Qi Qiaojing suddenly became hoarse, she had never seen such an expression on Feng Ye's face, even from the day she saw Feng Ye, this person had always had a smile on his face, but it always gave people the illusion of alienation, as if His smile never entered his heart, it was just a docile camouflage floating on his handsome skin.

But now Feng Ye's eyes are full of tenderness, clearer than rain, it's all brought to him by the person he said he likes.

Qi Qiaojing knew that she had no way to confess, but she still asked unwillingly: "Then why do you like her?"

"He can't be said to be beautiful, but he is handsome, handsome, calm, and self-controlled..." Every time Feng Ye said a word, Qi Qiaojing's face turned pale, and her eyes widened, as if she still didn't understand.

Feng Ye sighed: "The person I like is a boy."

Qi Qiaojing couldn't help muttering: "Who is it?"

Feng Ye didn't make a sound, the shower was about to stop, only the last few scoops leaked from the sky, tick-tocked on the eaves of the promenade, and then fell across the drainage groove of the slope and landed at the feet, splashing one after another.

Qi Qiaojing was in a trance, grasping a clue in the rising sky, flashed the tall figure standing beside Feng Ye, covered her mouth: "It's him—you like... Yao Zhibei. It's Yao Zhibei ,Yes or no?"

"Well. I like him."

Qi Qiaojing left, as if she had received an unprecedented blow.

Before class, Feng Ye stood under the corridor, leaning against the wall, looking at the lover tree a few meters away.

001: "Report to the host, the task subject is behind the wall and heard the entire conversation."

Feng Ye: "I know."

The preparatory bell for class rang untimely, covering the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, Feng Ye turned the corner, and was surprised to find that Yao Zhibei was still standing where he was and did not leave.

Obviously, he had just fully reserved the time for Yao Zhibei to leave.

How could this person not even go down the stairs?

Feng Ye was a little helpless, but the moment his eyes met, he returned to his usual look, and he smiled at Yao Zhibei: "I'm standing here for punishment."

"...I'll hand in my homework."

The two walked silently to the classroom.

Yao Zhibei walked in front, and the second he stepped in, Feng Ye said unexpectedly: "Did you hear that?"

Yao Zhibei shivered slightly: "I heard it."

Feng Ye turned his head: "Then what do you think?"

Yao Zhibei didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to think.Feng Ye didn't want to push him any further, so he lowered his eyes and asked another question: "Then will you still give me extra lessons?"

Yao Zhibei subconsciously said: "It needs to be mended."

"Okay." Feng Ye sniffled, Yao Zhibei couldn't see his face clearly, thought he was crying, and wanted to see him, but turned his head away abruptly.

Feng Ye sat back in his seat and whispered, "You give me lessons, and I'll learn."

For the next half month, Yao Zhibei helped him catch up with his current study progress, and at the same time helped him review some knowledge from the first year of high school and even junior high school. Whenever he had time, he would take the other party to do the questions. It's beyond the scope of supplementary work.

Yao Zhibei thinks so, four thousand a week, [-] a month is too much, he thinks he doesn’t have the ability to accept such a large gift, so he is going to start with the quality and duration, be serious and responsible He carefully supervised Feng Ye's study, which was worthy of such a high salary.

The original one-three-five-six make-up classes directly turned into a daily routine. Yao Zhibei simply made the work of the milk tea shop a part-time job on weekends. Although the wages there were reduced, Feng Ye guaranteed the efficiency.

After the first monthly exam, Feng Ye, who had originally scored 350 points, leapt a thousand miles, successfully raised to 2000 points, and was able to enter the junior college level.Feng Mingrui was very happy, and sent another [-] yuan to Yao Zhibei. Yao Zhibei didn't want to accept it at first, but Feng Ye snatched his phone and clicked to accept it, and said with a smile: "My dad gave it to you, don't No, if you really feel uneasy, treat me to a meal."

Yao Zhibei nodded helplessly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Feng Ye thought for a while, "Are you free on National Day? Let's go to the mall first, I need to do some shopping, and then we can go to dinner, okay?"

"Row."

In fact, during the National Day a few years ago, Yao Zhibei went out to do high-priced part-time jobs, but now that he has such a generous tutoring fee, he can also take a little rest.