Chapter 42 Radio Allergy

Meng Xinzhi is a typical milk muscle.

The hands are like catkins and the skin is like gelatin.

On weekdays it is so white that it shines brightly.

The whole arm is as smooth as white porcelain.

corresponding to it.

The more people have such skin, the easier it is for them to become red at the slightest touch.

When faced with the full strength of someone like Nie Guangyi, who goes to the gym every day to lift irons, it's not just a question of whether he's hot or not, but whether he's hot or not.

Meng Xinzhi almost couldn't hold back her exclamation, but Nie Guangyi, who was overly nervous, still didn't feel anything.

Meng Xinzhi twitched her hand, but failed to pull it away.

I had no choice but to resist the urge to cry and gently pushed Nie Guangyi: "Can you... let go of my hand first?"

Nie Guangyi's brain carried all his auditory cells, and he rushed out of the plane early, wandering outside the sky.

He was unaware that none of his three souls and seven souls were still inside his body.

Meng Xinzhi's eyes turned red unconsciously.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Nie Guangyi's arresting method was something she couldn't bear even if she wanted to.

A tear, with warm body temperature, fell on the back of Nie Guangyi's hand.

Nie Guangyi, who was completely unaware of the sound, was extremely sensitive to this tear.

He looked at the back of his hand in panic.

He has experienced oxygen masks falling off, but he has never experienced direct water spray from an airplane.

What kind of emergency is this?

Is it on fire?

Can the plane land safely at the Rome airport even if it is sprayed with water?

Should we return now or make an emergency landing?

In such a short moment, many thoughts flashed through Nie Guangyi's mind.

This second.

Nie Guangyi's biggest regret is why he didn't open the letter written to him by Professor Nie before getting on the plane.

If he had opened it before getting on the plane, he would definitely not have gotten on the plane, let alone collapse on the plane.

Let alone meet someone you know on the plane and have him lose his face from China to Europe.

Nani? Why is this important?

Nie Guangyi suddenly realized, what kind of thing is face at this time?

Still at this second.

Nie Guangyi finally saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was not an armrest that felt too good to the touch, but an arm connected to a slender hand.

Nie Guangyi let go as if reflexively.

It's not like he's holding hands, so why would he hold other people's hands on the plane for no apparent reason?

Do you have no hands?

Is it because the left hand cannot grasp the right hand?

Is it because my right hand cannot sleepwalk on its own...

That's right! His hands are indeed sleepwalking on their own!

Nie Guangyi knew very well that his brain did not give his right hand any instructions to arrest people.

Seeing the girl's red arm being scratched by him, Nie Guangyi was stunned for a moment.

There were many voices in his heart asking questions:

【What did I just do?】

【Can I refuse to admit that that is my right hand? 】

[Can I apply for temporary relinquishment of ownership of my right hand?]

Without the restraint, Meng Xinzhi took back his left hand and looked at it.

Five extremely bright red finger prints appeared on her arm.

This level of redness cannot go away directly.

From red to purple, it's just a matter of time.

It will take at least a week to recover from purple.

Before I even got off the plane, before I started studying abroad, I got injured on my hand.

This is the first time that Meng Xinzhi has been treated in such a rough way.

She wiped her tears and wondered why she had to come here to get help today.

Nie Guangyi was also panicked - he was panicked to begin with.

But the fear of flying and the panic at this time are completely different from the same plane.

Nie Guangyi disliked girls crying very much.

Especially the kind that makes you cry and moan.

Rather than crying, it's better to say it's acting like a baby in disguise.

Why can't you say it well if you have something to say?

What kind of brain circuit is behind crying and acting coquettishly?

Nie Guangyi didn't want to be so absolute, but he couldn't control his emotions.

No matter how good-looking you are, crying in front of him will make him feel disgusted.

When his brain soars into the sky with its auditory cells, it may also take away his aesthetic sense.

He actually felt that the girl next to him was crying very special.

It was so special that I had a heart-wrenching feeling.

How to describe this feeling?

A branch of pear blossom brings rain in the spring, and the tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word - but when I see wet tears, I don't know who I hate.

Meng Xinzhi just sat there quietly, and Nie Guangyi immediately trembled when he saw it.

The girl has already been caught like this, it's too late to apologize, but he still has the nerve to think about "Who I hate in my heart".

When did this young master change his name to [Who]?

"I...I..." Nie Guangyi struggled to organize his words. It took [I] a few seconds to think of how to explain to Meng Xinzhi: "I am allergic to the in-flight broadcast."

After the classical allergy, Nie Guangyi has another allergen that is unique and the only one in the world.

Dream heart is noncommittal.

What she was thinking about now was whether she should change places with the security officer.

Nie Guangyi reached out and pressed the call bell.

"Mr. Nie, may I help you with anything?"

The flight attendant who had just closed the curtain between the business class and the operation room and sat down asked Nie Guangyi.

The flight attendant was sitting in his seat at this time.

Her position was opposite to that of the passengers on the plane.

And because Nie Guangyi and Meng Xinzhi were sitting in the middle of the first row.

Even if the stewardess is sitting, she can immediately relieve Nie Guangyi from pressing the service bell.

"Bring me some ice cubes." Nie Guangyi said mechanically.

"Okay, Mr. Nie." The flight attendant replied with a professional smile: "But the plane is turbulent now. I can't provide you with service until the captain clears the turbulence warning."

The flight attendant who spoke to Nie Guangyi was the steward of this flight.

He is also the owner of that gentle and sweet voice that keeps bumping into the radio.

Nie Khanfei had already formed a conditioned reaction to this sound.

As soon as you hear it, you should be so nervous that you can't control yourself, and you should be so worried that you can't breathe.

It was strange now.
To be continued...