As the teacher finished speaking, a handsome boy walked in from the door.

He is not tall and very thin, but his cheeks are still chubby with baby fat, his round cat eyes are still childish, and his light pink lips are naturally smiling, which makes people feel good when they see him.

Chen Kong propped up his chin, looked at the young man standing on the podium with great interest, and asked in his heart:

“Is this the protagonist of this book?”

The dry mechanical voice of the system sounded in my mind: "Yes, do you need some plot information related to the protagonist?"

The boy smiled brightly at the students in the classroom. His curved eyes seemed to be filled with honey, and his voice was soft and sweet:

"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Jinghuan, I'm a new transfer student, and I hope I can get along well with you all."

Shen Kong narrowed his eyes and answered in his mind: "Tell me about it?"

"Ye Jinghuan is the illegitimate child of the Ye family in City A. He moved to this city with his mother when he was seventeen and transferred to Han Li's class. He used his warmth and sunshine to melt the ice in Han Li's heart, who was self-conscious and closed due to his disability. But six months later, due to his mother's accidental death, Ye Jinghuan was taken back to the Ye family. However, due to his illegitimate status, he was despised and excluded. So he angrily broke off relations with the Ye family as soon as he became an adult, and was admitted to the Chinese Department of F University. He saved money and worked part-time everywhere to support himself. During this time, Ye Jinghuan was discovered by a scout because of his outstanding appearance and entered the entertainment industry."

Shen Kong commented conscientiously: "It's very inspiring."

Mr. Mediterranean, who was sitting on the podium, led the applause with a bright smile on his face. The whole class was particularly excited about the appearance of the good-looking transfer student. They applauded and talked to each other in low voices.

The teacher arranged Ye Jinghuan's seat in the second to last row near the window, which was right in front of Han Li.

Chen Kong dragged his cheek with his palm, turned his head and watched Ye Jinghuan carrying his schoolbag and sitting down briskly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in his mind: "By the way, do you still remember the warm healing method you told me about?"

The system suddenly became alert: "What bad idea are you planning again?"

"How could I?" Shen Kong blinked innocently and continued, "I just thought that he should be able to help warm and heal the target person, then I don't need to use any enthusiasm to melt the ice, right?"

This way he can focus on training his target to cope with this cruel world.

Division of labor and cooperation, perfect.

The system endured and endured, but finally couldn't help but speak: "...You still said that you didn't slack off?"

Ye Jinghuan had finished introducing himself and walked down from the podium.

The large schoolbag on his back swayed with his movements, and accidentally knocked over the scattered books on Chen Kong's desk, causing several books to fall to the ground with a clatter.

He quickly turned around, apologized quietly, and hurriedly picked up the books that had fallen on the ground.

Shen Kong bent down, took the book from his hand, and smiled: "It's okay."

Ye Jinghuan blushed, apologized a few times in a low voice, then stood up, quickened his pace and sat down at his seat.

Chen Kong held his chin with his hand, his eyes following Ye Jinghuan's steps, his slightly narrowed eyes showing an unfathomable look.

This insignificant episode did not affect the enthusiasm in the class caused by the transfer student.

Han Li, who was sitting in the last row, had a calm expression on his face, as if he was not affected at all by the noise around him.

His body was half turned sideways, his slender fingers with distinct joints were slowly turning a pen, the dazzling sunlight shone in from outside the half-closed curtains, the deep shadow of his eyelashes was imprinted on his pale profile, and his lips, which were so thin that they were almost sharp, were pursed into an inhuman and indifferent line.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy not far away, his slightly arched thin back, his slightly raised lips, and his gaze fixed on the transfer student.

“Pah.”

The pen slipped out of his hand, rolled on the table, and finally stopped in the gap between the tables.

Han Li lowered his eyes and looked at the pen that was stuck between the table and the desk. There was a hint of hostility in his deep eyes.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Han Li picked up a few exercise books that had been placed on the table and stood up. He had not taken a few steps when he was stopped by a soft voice:

"…Classmate, are you okay?"

He turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, only to see the transfer student sitting in his seat, his round cat eyes staring at him worriedly, the sincerity in his eyes was not concealed at all, his delicate and beautiful face seemed to glow in the sun, as if no matter how reckless his actions were, he could be easily forgiven.

Han Li frowned impatiently, glanced at him coldly, did not answer, and just limped forward.

Ye Jinghuan was a little at a loss. He rarely experienced being ignored like this, and couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

The classmate sitting next to him noticed his strange mood and came over to ask, "What's wrong?"

Ye Jinghuan shook his head somewhat uneasily, raised his eyes to look at Han Li's gradually receding back, and bit his lip subconsciously: "Does he... not like me very much?"

The female classmate was overwhelmed with love for his cute expression and quickly shook her head: "No, no, no, how could that be? Han Li is different. He basically treats everyone the same way. He's not targeting you on purpose. Don't take it personally."

Ye Jinghuan was stunned: "...different?"

My deskmate pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice, saying, "I actually heard it from others. He seems to have a deep background. He doesn't come to school very often, but his grades have never been too bad. I think many people in the class, even the teacher, are a little afraid of him. He is quite handsome, and many girls have had a crush on him, but few of them really dare to confess to him. The only pity is his legs..."

"Legs?" Ye Jinghuan's curiosity was aroused and he asked.

My deskmate shrugged and said, "Yeah, he has a lame leg. I don't know exactly why, but it seems like he's been like that since he was a kid."

Ye Jinghuan frowned, feeling a little guilty.

It turns out that I had touched someone's sore spot just now, so...

It seems I need to find some time to apologize.

——He made up his mind secretly.

Shen Kong was drowsy sitting in his seat. He rested his elbows on the table, staring at the books spread out on the table with his half-closed eyes without focus, and yawned lazily.

At this moment, several neatly stacked exercise books were gently pushed in front of him.

Chen Kong raised his eyelids and looked to his side.

Han Li was standing next to his seat, looking down at him, his fingertips gently pressing on the exercise book, smiling harmlessly:

"Would you like to check it out?"

Shen Kong reached out and flipped through it casually, only to see that the previously blank pages of the exercise book were already densely written on, even carefully imitating Cheng Chen's previous handwriting.

It was unexpectedly good.

"I'll come to your house to see you after class today?"

Shen Kong yawned sleepily, squinted his eyes slightly, closed the exercise book, and replied briefly: "Okay."

Han Li turned around and was about to leave, but before he took a step he suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly.

He hesitated for a while, then asked carefully: "By the way...what do you think of the new transfer student?"

Shen Kong was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Han Li who was standing next to his table. He seemed a little embarrassed and turned his head away to avoid his gaze.

He said to the system in his heart, "It turns out that the inertia of the plot is really that powerful. Even if it's the first sight, it can attract each other's attention. It's incredible."

The system replied: "The world line does have the ability to self-repair and self-correct."

Shen Kong thought about it carefully and decided to help them: "It's pretty good, and he should have a good personality."

Han Li's slightly tilted face suddenly became gloomy for a moment, but returned to normal before Shen Kong looked over.

He smiled, lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the anger and coldness that could not be suppressed in his eyes, and replied softly:

"I see. I see."

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