Quick Transmigration : Male Lead, You're Overpowered ??(a cross dressing story)

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CHAPTER 1

When Azhao regained consciousness, he found himself sitting in the car.

She carefully read the memory transmitted from the system.

The identity of the world, Azhao, is a private tutor who was invited by the stepmother of the male master.

Azhao bowed his head and looked at his hands covered with bright red 蔻丹, and the seductive snow white under the tight T-shirt, fell into meditation.

For a 16-year-old boy who is just a **** young man, find a private tutor with such a hot and beautiful look.

Are you sure you want to do something? .

The car quickly arrived at the destination – a very remote suburban villa area.

The person who brought Azhao did not seem to have much to talk to her. She took her to the door of a room on the second floor.

"Young master, your new teacher is here."

Azhao noticed that the steward who wore a black tuxedo, whose hair was meticulously combed and wrote "old-fashioned manners" from head to toe, did a very rude thing - without the consent of the owner of the room. Directly pushed open the door.

"Miss Xu, the young master is inside, please." The housekeeper swept Azhao and said with a blank expression.

A Zhao entered the room.

The door was gently closed behind her, completely separating the inside and outside of the door.

When Azhao swept his eyes, he frowned.

The empty study, in addition to the bookcase that occupies half of the wall, and a lonely table and a chair, can not find any extra furnishings.

Black and white two-color decoration, so that this space is solemn and cold, can not find half of the popularity.

The boy sitting in the chair, as if he didn't feel someone coming in, still half-headed, not knowing if he was in a daze or fell asleep.

A Zhao gently walked to his side.

"Hello, are you Xiao Yu?"

The incoming person did not pay attention to her.

A Zhao sighed and squirmed his index finger twice on the table.

The man underneath finally had a reaction, and he slowly lifted his head.

Under the bangs that covered most of the forehead, it was a pair of cold, black and white eyes.

Azhao eyes brighten: beautiful children!

Xiao Yu looked at the woman who was exposed to the vulgarity in front of her, and concealed the irony in her heart and nodded quietly.

His stepmother, Zhao Li, the woman, really spared no effort to add to her.

Azhao didn't know what he was thinking, trying to make himself show a gentle smile: "I am your new tutor, Xu Zhao, you can call me Xu teacher."

Xiao Yu did not take a seat.

Azhao knew the character of the man, and he did not care about his reaction. He only extended one hand: "I hope we will get along well later."

Xiao Yu’s eyes stayed in the hand.

White, slender, and soft skin.

Zhao Li is looking for a woman like this. What do you want to do?

There are some faint answers in his heart.

His lips swelled slowly, as if he had tentatively extended his hand and gently placed it on Azhao's palm.