Host, You're Targeted

The system, called Max, ignored sumiyan's obvious answer, leaving a line: "good luck" and silence.

Standing at the stairway, Su Muyang looked out of the window and at the sky. He seemed to be praying silently for his tragic fate.

After doing this unnecessary action that would not change his status quo, he stepped on the bell and walked into the door of the classroom.

The professor was an old man with reading glasses a little thinner than the bottom of a beer bottle. He lifted the glasses up and looked at the list for a while. Then he held the glasses down a little with his two fingers and put them on the bridge of his nose. He raised his eyes and looked at the full number of students in the classroom.

Because he came late, Su Muyang, who was only sitting in the first row, flipped through the textbook. A few big words on the cover made people think easily.

Explore the mysteries of the human body.

"Students, let's start the class."

After the couple sat in the back of the textbook, he found that Su Yang's voice was boring.

Half an hour later, the professor from the human body is a magical organization to talk about the human hormone secretion on the unconscious.

Su Muyang yawned and put on a pair of his short hair. He tried to endure the sleepiness and continued to listen to the class.

When he accidentally glanced at the back, Luo Yibei, who was sitting in the position of an aisle and two rows of desks, just raised his eyes.

Luo a north of the hand to open a book, beige page from his green onion white fingertips slide down.

Two people's eyes meet in the air, Su Muyang is confused because of sleepiness, Luo Yibei is cold because of his nature.

In just a second, the two of them looked away as if nothing had happened.

And really nothing happened.

Su Muyang thinks like this, in the mind unconsciously appears Luo Yibei today's modelling.

Obviously, it's just the most ordinary and inconspicuous dress, which seems to be different from others.

He wanted to carve the word "straight man" on his face and hang a sign on his body that "paying attention to men is the task force". Su Muyang raised his hand, supported his forehead and sighed, thinking, "is this the man's aura in the legend?"

The professor on the podium held the microphone and talked with spittle and stars. He heard the boy in the first row sigh and looked at him.

"Hormones, adrenal hormones, and dopamine, a neurotransmitter, have an impact on human physiological activities, including the relationship between the sexes..."

Su Muyang supported his face with one hand, and looked slightly sideways towards the rear. His seemingly aimless eyes wandered around and stopped at Luo Yibei, who was reading with his head down.

Luo Yibei was sitting by the window. The curtain was only half drawn. A bunch of sunlight poured down on the vacant seat in front of him.

Through the beam, his sharp edges and corners seem to have been smoothed, and the edge line of his feathering is as soft as a painting.

Su Mu Yang quietly turned back to his head, because he was in front of a boy who was crazy about flowers and sighed.

"Next, I'll find two students to do a small experiment. It's a very simple experiment. Does anyone want to come up?"

Originally because the professor talked about the topic of sexual relations, the classroom was a little agitated and quiet in a moment.

The professor raised his reading glasses, a pair of indifference that had seen through everything, picked up a piece of A4 paper with a list printed on it, but his eyes passed through the paper to Su Muyang, who was sitting in front of him but kept yawning and sighing.

"Come on, boy. You come."

Su Mu Yang raised his head blankly, pointed to himself and asked, "I?"

Professor: "yes, it's you."

Su Muyang grabs another handful of hair and slowly stands up and walks on the platform.

The professor took a look at him, and his eyes finally moved down to the A4 paper in his hand, "I'll find another male classmate Luo Yibei. "

Luo Yibei stood up three steps and two steps to the podium, suddenly a bad premonition came to Su Muyang's mind.

The man's intuition told him that it would be no good to ask two boys to come on stage.

Sure enough, the professor lifted the presbyopia glasses and looked at them. The law lines on the lips fell down again because of the smile.

"Come on, you stand together. Don't let the podium get in your way. Try to let everyone see it."

Su Muyang and Luo Yi, standing face to face, approached each other in the direction of the other and shortened the distance between them.

When the distance between the two people was shortened to only 20 cm, they both felt embarrassed and turned to face their classmates.

Suddenly, the professor's hand touched their shoulders and smilingly looked at this and that.

"Come on, you two hold hands."