The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Bai Lin, continue!"

The handsome boy who was sitting on the bench beside the basketball court with a book spread out was muttering something while pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Actually quite unnecessary.

Because the glasses were hit by the basketball thrown over the next second.

But even though Bai Lin was almost knocked off the bench, he still insisted on reciting the words.

"Damn, are you okay, Bai Lin, aren't you a sports student at Dongda University? Why can't you even catch a basketball?"

The boy who rushed over simply apologized and went back to play, leaving Bai Lin to stay where he was.

He was still reciting the book when he suddenly found a tall and slender figure covering the sun.

Bai Lin raised his head awkwardly, and a pair of good-looking hands were sticking the two bottles of Fanta he just bought to his forehead.

"Good ice!"

He finally stopped reciting, trying to stay away from the stimulation of the ice drink.

"Hmph, I finally reacted like a normal person."

Mo Ye tilted his head to observe the wound on Bai Lin's head: "...was hit by a basketball?"

Bai Lin didn't want to delay his final exam review progress, but he didn't expect the bruise on his forehead to be so obvious. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the classmate who hit his head just now.

Mo Ye pressed the drink on Bai Lin's head, then passed Bai Lin's hand up, turned around without saying a word, jumped over the railing of the basketball court and rushed in.

"Hey hey, wait!"

Bai Lin obviously didn't call out to Mo Ye, he had already rushed up and twisted the man's collar.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything this time. Since the childhood shadow of parental relationship was resolved, Mo Ye's temper has improved a lot.

Seeing Mo Ye say a few words, Bai Lin followed him with his head nodding and bowing.

Alas, it's embarrassing, he was smashed by a basketball as a big man, which man has never been smashed by a basketball.

"Apologize."

His tone was as strong as ever.

The man touched his head, and sincerely admitted his mistake to Bai Lin, only to be sent back to the court by that laser-like gaze.

Bai Lin looked at the sun and it was time for lunch.

On the way, Mo Ye held his hand tightly all the time, as if he would hurt himself if he took half a step away from this careless little friend—it was indeed the case.

"What did you just tell him?"

Bai Lin was a little curious.

"I asked him which class he was in and what his name was. If he didn't come to apologize, unless he repeated the course, he would be ready to fail the compulsory general education course for four years."

Mo Ye's methods are still so straightforward and vicious - yes, he likes it.

Occasionally, someone they knew nodded to them on the road, their name was Mo Ye, but it was Bai Lin who responded with a smile.

"Professor Mo, good afternoon."

Hmm... a little embarrassing.

The reality is that bleak.

Before the college entrance examination, Bai Lin managed to improve his health, and got into Dongda University through his status as a sports student, and even received a full scholarship.

While Bai Lin is still in his junior year, Mo Ye has already passed all university exams with his superhuman intelligence, and even obtained a master's degree from Massachusetts at the speed of light. Now, with hundreds of influence factors, he has become a special recruit of Dongda University Professor, and also works in domestic research institutes.

Tsk, the gap between people is so big.

Fortunately, the work in the research institute is relatively loose, and he spends most of his time at Dongda University at the same table with the dog.

Oh no, it's mate now.

"look up."

Bai Lin was so startled that he raised his head subconsciously, and then Mo Ye's fingertips gently brushed the corners of his lips.

"Creamed."

I saw the handsome man on the opposite side swallowing the cream without hesitation, and then seemed to find a timid gaze staring at him.

"What... what's wrong? Can't you watch it?" Bai Lin suddenly turned his gaze away.

The next moment, Mo Ye forcibly twisted his jaw up, forcing him to face him squarely.

Oops, here we go again!

Bai Lin thought in his heart that it was terrible.

"Answer me," Mo Ye suddenly approached, and asked in an extremely gentle tone, "How do you spell 'exquisite egoism' in English? The old rule is that if you misspell a letter, you will be kissed."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he really doesn't want to memorize words anymore! ! !