[MTL, BL] Reincarnated As The Spirit Behind The Male God

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"Yan Jinyang, what are you looking at?" In

the computer room of University A, the young professor paced up to the disciple he admired the most, followed his line of sight and looked at the ground on one side - there was nothing there. .

"What's on the ground?" The professor understood the student's serious temperament and knew that he would not be distracted in class for no reason, so he was even more curious, and bent over, intending to take a closer look to see if there was anything dirty on the floor tiles.

"Teacher, it's nothing," Yan Jinyang frowned slightly, looked back hesitantly, stood up from his seat, and said to the professor with a sincere apology, "I'm sorry teacher, I've slipped away." The

professor can correct his mistakes. The child has always been very tolerant. He smiled gently and waved to the standing students: "It's okay, just pay attention next time."

After that, he walked back to the podium slowly, and said angrily to the students who were peeking: "You What are you looking at again? Hurry up and write, a DFA has been writing for half a year, but I'm so embarrassed to be distracted!"

The students who peeked hurriedly retracted their heads back to the computer screen, and began to type on the keyboard in a proper manner, mixing with the crackling sounds in the classroom.

Except for a few classmates who lamented that Xueba would slip away, no one took the matter just now. Of course, no one knew that there was really a "thing" beside Yan Jinyang.

That thing has the shape of a human boy, with small cheeks, round eyes, and red lips. It is the kind of cute appearance that elderly aunts like most. He was scared by the professor's bending action just now, his eyes were red, and his hands were tightly hugged. Holding his bent knees, he shivered and shrank ten centimeters away from Yan Jinyang's feet, like a frightened little hamster.

Only his transparent body distinguishes him from the rest of the classroom, and obviously, he is a ghost.

A ghost who just died not long ago and has not yet adapted to his identity.

Three days ago, a teenager who had finished the college entrance examination came to the city alone with a small bag in order to take a peek at the male god he hadn't seen in half a year. Before leaving the airport, he was hit on the head by a thermos that fell from the sky. After a short period of pain, he came out of his body.

"The victim Lu Wei," the policeman squatting beside the corpse held his ID card which had fallen to the ground, with a face full of indifference: "I'm only eighteen years old, a native of J province, I should have come to travel. Xiao Liu, hurry up. Contact..."

Before Lu Wei could finish listening to the police uncle's words, he felt a force coming from nowhere, it dragged Lu Wei out of the airport and wandered the streets in a daze for three days, until today In the afternoon, it finally stopped.

The power disappeared, and the young man immediately woke up. Before he was excited by the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, he was frightened and sat on the ground by Yan Jinyang who suddenly turned his head to look at him. Then, the scene that just happened.

When the professor left, he let go of his nervous shrugged shoulders, patted his butt, stood up, and took a few steps back stiffly until he leaned against the table across the aisle.

Unable to retreat, he raised his hand suspiciously and waved it in front of a boy beside him.

The man was not affected at all, his eyes moved line by line with the garbled characters on the screen.