Pure dust, my favorite is infinite

Chapter 28

Unshaven yuppie transfer student

"Lord Water God, I didn't expect to meet again in such a way after so long."

When Jingchen saw this face, the answer he already had was more accurate. The expressionless appearance on the other side was completely consistent with the cool and handsome water god.

Coupled with the few previous conversations, it gave him a strong intuition!It's just that what I didn't expect was to meet this magnificent son of the Emperor of Heaven in the game.

This shouldn't be where he appeared.

Di Gong didn't reply, and the atmosphere became even colder, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and a blue streamer flashed in his beautiful pupils.

This silence seems to be a disapproval of the answer.

There was a confident smile on the corner of Jingchen's mouth, and he was not disturbed. He firmly believed that this was the answer.

"This is not the first time we have met again." Di Gong sat with his back straight. After speaking, he stood up with one hand on the table and walked to the window to look at the scenery outside.

The shirt buttoned to the top is very neat, and the tie is also very delicate. Looking from the back, he looks tall and straight, with a perfect proportion of wide shoulders and narrow waist.

Jing Chen raised his eyebrows, and found that things might be more complicated than he imagined, so he tried to learn more from Di Gong.

But—"None of these matters."

Now that Di Gong's identity has been revealed, he doesn't need to disguise himself at all, he withdraws his gaze from the window and looks sideways at Jing Chen, and his low-alcohol voice rang out again, "I am not complete now, I need your help A little favor, my dear friend."

When he said the latter sentence, there was a bit of bewitching meaning for no reason, as if he never thought that Jingchen would refuse.

Jingchen's rationality told him that it was best not to be a kind person who cut flesh and fed tigers, but his always soft heart ran in the opposite direction-"What's the matter?"

The lines of Di Gong's side face were like finely crafted works of art, a layer of red and blue scales appeared on the jaw line in just a few seconds, and this moment disappeared very quickly, making it invisible to people.

"come over."

When the monk came over, Di Gong opened and closed his thin lips: "Give me your hand."

But Jing Chen hurriedly clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "We have just... physical contact may not be very good, this..."

Before he could continue speaking, the other party grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to the tip of his nose forcefully!

The hand holding him was not warm at all, but rather cold, and what was even more strange than this was that Di Gong didn't breathe, and his fingertips didn't feel any breath!

This! !

"I want to get my body back." Di Gong let go of Jing Chen's hand, and when he spoke, his expression was indifferent and gloomy, which was never the same as that of the water god in the illusion, and there was a big difference at this moment.

There must have been many things that happened after that that he didn't know about.

Only then did Jing Chen realize that the other party was only standing here in the state of a soul.

Following Di Gong's narration, it turns out that the body of the water god has been sealed somewhere, making it difficult to find.

And Di Gong has been living in the state of soul, just like Shen Gong in the last dungeon, he has already died.

It's just that the body was used by the water god, and the flesh and blood were torn apart when he couldn't bear it, and the soul that hadn't dissipated still had its own consciousness, so there was a sense of fragmentation.

As for why the water god separated from the top of the Three Realms to the present, it is an unsolved mystery.

Jingchen rubbed his wrist, the delicate and delicate skin was a little red and swollen, the chill seemed to penetrate into his bone marrow, and it didn't dissipate for a long time.

Di Gong's lenses, who also noticed this, were a bit reflective, and his voice lowered a bit, "Sorry, I hurt you, and if you don't want to help, I won't force you."

The man who had a strong aura before suddenly put away all his aggression. At this time, he looked more refined, making people unconsciously let go of their guard.

Jing Chen didn't answer right away, he just squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's just that thin skin is more prone to redness."

He is absolutely telling the truth, his natural physique is like this.

Perhaps it was the time when the two got along well as confidants in the Paradise of Elysium. After knowing that Di Gong is the god of water, joy became the dominant emotion in all emotions.

And Di Gong's subsequent behavior also proved that even though the other party's appearance and temperament were a little different from before, and he was more aggressive, he treated Jing Chen with no malice.

It even came up with...

"I'll take you shopping, it won't take long." After he finished speaking, he picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and put it on again neatly.

It really didn't take long, Jingchen came out of the wig shop and touched his "hair" in extreme discomfort.

The voice of the female clerk seeing off the customers behind her was particularly vigorous and energetic-"Two handsome guys, walk slowly, we have a lot of styles in our house, welcome to buy again!"

After finishing speaking, she covered her mouth and giggled, until they disappeared from sight, then reluctantly closed the door.

Di Gong put one hand in his trousers pocket. The black fabric has a good texture, making his already slender legs even more stylish. His gaze on Jing Chen is always downward.

Jing Chen felt unnaturally stared at by the other party's focused eyes, and couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke his hair, his voice contained a trace of imperceptible embarrassment: "Am I weird? I don't look like a young student at all..."

The touch on the hand is very soft, the wig is very natural, the price is also expensive, and it is the best quality batch in the store.

"It's very suitable." Di Gong's hand in his pocket was itchy for no reason, rubbing his fingertips, but his face was indifferent and his eyes were closed.

Pull out your hand and raise your wrist to check the time. It's already lunch time. After eating, you can go to the afternoon class.

When Di Gong invited him to dinner today, Jingchen's thick skin returned, and he got used to it a little bit, even ignoring the gazes of the two on the side of the road looking at them.

"To trouble the teacher today, I will never forget it. I will treat you next time." Expenses do not only refer to meals, but also money for wigs and gifts.

For such an expensive and high-quality item, it would take a lot of points to convert it into clean dust, but his promises have always been true to word, and the favors he owes must be repaid.

Unexpectedly, the two words he said inadvertently made Di Gong's eyes dim, and his voice became a little lower: "It doesn't matter if you forget."

Jingchen called him this time, and never called him that again after that, unless it was in an occasion where it was necessary to pretend.

After experiencing a delicious vegetarian meal, Jingchen's pace became a lot lighter, and he even felt a bit tight at the waist of his trousers.

The food here is indeed delicious.

He stepped on the pace of being late to reach the classroom, and the classroom that was originally noisy and laughing suddenly became abnormally quiet.

Jingchen found that the eyes of the whole class were on him, much more enthusiastic than when he introduced himself in the morning, very obvious.

Walking unhurriedly, he walked to his seat and sat down, put his backpack on the table, turned his head and met Zhao Song's stare, which was similar to that of his classmates, who was stunned.

Jingchen twisted the fluffy and soft bangs on his forehead with his fingertips, and the end of his tone turned up, with a smile—"Why, can't you recognize the poor monk?"

Zhao Song swallowed, as if he could hear the sound of his heart beating out of his chest, ridiculous!He is a proper straight man, okay? !

But... Jing Chen was smiling at him.

Zhao Song's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Master, why don't you return to vulgarity? I don't think I'm the only one who can't recognize you."

I saw the gentle wind outside the window blowing up the clean dust and soft hair, revealing a clean and full forehead. The simple and refreshing black hair with some natural curls made the skin whiter. The originally beautiful slapped face showed a bit of childishness. The smile is more like a teenager who has not been involved in the world.

Most of the classmates who had ridiculed him before couldn't move their eyes away at this time, they were secretly looking at him openly and secretly, and they still thought they were discussing with each other in a low voice after regaining consciousness.

Several boys: "This is not the monk in the morning, is it a twin brother?"

"Damn it, aren't you talking nonsense? How could it not be one? How many people can have such a delicate face?"

"Let's go to the barber shop after school. I want to have the same hairstyle. Why does my face look so small? I have to describe this hairstyle to Teacher Tony!"

A few girls: "Ahhh!! Wucao, so handsome, I would like to call him the new school grass! I'll ask for a contact information later? Are you going, are you going?"

"I also think, isn't this more handsome than the current school girl? Let's go together, why don't you find Wu Ting to change positions? Maybe it will be more close to the water!"

A slightly sober girl with glasses said rationally: "Let's go, Wu Ting's little sister is not easy to offend, she won't be willing. Besides, the school rules don't allow dating. Wu Ting does it secretly. We Just don't learn from her."

But the previous people didn't take her words seriously at all, and said in a disdainful tone, "Cut, you really obey the school's rules like this? Isn't she all right?"

When she said this, she looked at Wu Ting, who had a very individual character and highlighted her hair, with a special look in her eyes.

Then he continued: "Besides, this will not affect your studies. My sister believes in me, and she will definitely be able to catch up. He is the type who has never been in a relationship at first glance, so I can use my means to securely win."

After speaking, he grinned confidently.

It turns out that there are not only Puxin men, but also Puxin women.And it doesn't matter the world.

These voices were heard in Jingchen's ears, the smile on his face gradually faded, and the eyebrows gathered together.

Zhao Song has recovered, but still dare not look directly at the other party, afraid of disrespecting the monks, with a sense of comfort, "They only discuss you because they like you, don't take it to heart, don't mind."

"I don't mind."

"Then what happened to you?"

"It's just that the troubles of the handsome guy made the poor monk a little unbearable." When he said it, he wanted to reach out and take off the wig. Obviously, this much-loved excessive attention disturbed his cleanliness.

Zhao Song hurriedly pressed his hand, "Don't, it's so nice! And the lack of hair doesn't conform to the school rules!"

To be honest, his selfishness is to appreciate this kind of flourishing beauty more.

Jingchen thought about it, and it was indeed so.Moreover, the wig was a gift from Di Gong, so it had to be put to good use.

So I never thought about taking it off.

A good mage has turned into a non-aggressive and handsome boy.

Jingchen is also satisfied.

The last class in the afternoon is another math class.

Although the students in the class dare not say it on the surface, they are actually very conflicted in their hearts.The main reason is that the math teacher is too strict and unsmiling.No matter how amazing their looks are, this group of students dare not have the slightest idea of ​​going out of line.

A transparent and invisible high wall separates them, which is why Di Gong is so respected.

Di Gong's lecture voice was nice, and the class became a kind of enjoyment. Although he didn't talk much, he was on point.

Every student is studying hard, not daring to be distracted, and considering various factors, his math scores are also among the best in the grade.

The time of one class passed quickly, and Di Gong had already put down the chalk in a blink of an eye.

Before he said that get out of class was over, no classmates moved.

After closing the textbook, he raised his eyes to look somewhere, his handsome face was frosted, and his voice was emotionless, "Zhao Song, why haven't you dealt with the beard?"

The person being named froze, somehow explained by the coercion that had never been felt from top to bottom...

The author says:

【small theater】

Principal: Come on, Zhao Song violated the school rules, put him under arrest!Put twenty large boards on it, and then pour on the chili water!

Zhao Song wailed: I am wronged, I am really wronged!The homeroom teacher helped the mage remodel and ignored me. This is clearly a double standard!I'm also his student, huh...how could this be...

Principal: Why don't you go during the lunch break?Not even a little self-consciousness!Still dare to make excuses?Change to forty big boards!

Zhao Songying died young.