[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

When Zhou Mao opened his eyes again from the 5000 square meter big bed, his whole heart was broken.

"I told you it's useless." A sexy and deep male voice sounded leisurely in his mind.

Zhou Mao knew that this was his narration.

He shook his head and closed his eyes resignedly.

It seems that I have to follow the plot honestly.Zhou Mao thought.

The story still has to start not long ago.

For some reason, Zhou Mao suddenly traveled to a novel written by his sister.

When he first woke up on a 5000-square-meter bed in a huge bedroom decorated with flowers and coral, he was too shocked to speak.

"You're awake." A voice suddenly appeared in Zhou Mao's head.

He was startled and immediately sat up on the bed.

"Don't be afraid. You just traveled to the novel written by Zhou Mo." The voice in his head said to him, "You just need to complete the story according to the flow of the novel, and then you can go back."

"And I am the narrator of this novel." The voice introduced himself again, "I will be responsible for what the narrator should do in the novel, including scene description and background introduction."

"The development of the plot is driven by the protagonist, and you time travel to become the protagonist in this novel. So the promotion of the plot is up to you."

Zhou Mao listened silently, thinking: "It sounds easier."

"Yes, it's easy," said the narrator.

"Can you know what I'm thinking?" Zhou Mao was a little surprised and couldn't help blurting out.

"Of course I can." The narrator seemed amused, "How else can I have a conversation with you?"

"Are you ready?" the narrator asks again. "I'm going to start."

Before Zhou Mao could answer, the narrator cleared his throat in his mind, and read in a thick male voice: "It was another morning, Zhou Xiaomao, formerly known as Mao Charles Secomo Locaster, In his bedroom decorated with flowers and coral, he slowly opened his eyes."

Zhou Mao laughed when he heard his name.How did my sister know these crooked names?he thinks.

But soon he stopped laughing.

Zhou Mao was horrified to find that what he traveled through was a Mary Su world, a very low-end and childish Mary Su.

His 5000-square-meter big bed requires a sprint to get to the bedside, and his long blond hair can blind his eyes when looking in the mirror.His butler drove for 2 hours to the gate of his million-acre manor, and the school covers an area of ​​tens of millions of acres.

It was already noon when Zhou Mao was in his 50-meter limousine and watched the butler slowly drive the car to the gate of the Ten Thousand Mu campus.He was already hungry, so he begged the maid to bring him something to eat.

When the maid opened the plate covered with a silver cover, Zhou Mao felt desperate.

There are only a few roses and a box of colorful sugar on the plate.

"Zhou Xiaomao is so beautiful and delicate, he only eats flowers and candies. Because of this, he is as fragrant as flowers and as sweet as candies." The narrator recites the sentences of the novel solemnly.

Zhou Mao closed the silver cover and shook his head.He leaned against the car window, feeling the urge to cry.

"Zhou Xiaomao is so sentimental. When he saw the scenery outside the window, he thought of the homeland he was far away from. Suddenly, he felt sad, and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes." The narrator recited solemnly again.

I really want to cry, not because I miss my homeland.Zhou Mao thought helplessly.He began to try to remember when his sister wrote Mary Suwen.

"It was written by her in the fourth grade of elementary school." The narrator kindly answered him.

Zhou Mao recalled that when he was still in junior high school, for a while, his sister secretly typed something on the computer without showing it to him. At first he thought it was keeping a diary, but now that he thinks about it, he should be writing a novel up.

Zhou Mao suddenly felt a pain in the corner of his eye. He wiped it with his hand and found a sharp-edged diamond.

"Ahem," the narrator cleared his throat, and read aloud again: "Yes, this is the prince of the country of Beyutef, who is far away from his hometown, Mao Charles Secmore Locaster is different from everyone else. .The tears he shed were not water, but diamonds. He tried his best to hide himself..."

"Stop reading!" Zhou Mao's eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them.

However, the sentimental character setting made his eyes keep popping out diamonds.The edges and corners of the diamonds slid across his eyeballs and corners again and again, but they couldn't stop, causing him endless pain.

This unscientific!Does not conform to biological common sense!

"Pursuing common sense of biology in Mary Suwen, you are so naive." The narrator said.

Don't know what happens when you die in the story.Zhou Mao opened his dry eyes in despair, and this idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

Will it just travel back like this?

"It's useless, don't try it in vain." The narrator said vigilantly.

However, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, Zhou Mao will try.He really couldn't bear the pain, so he opened the door of the 50-meter-long limousine that was driving and rushed to the road, regardless of the diamonds that were still shining out of his eyes.

He was driven by the speed of the car and turned over several somersaults on the road, his head was bleeding.

On the opposite side, a truck driving at high speed was coming towards him.

Then Zhou Mao woke up again on the big bed of 5000 square meters.

"I told you it's useless." The narrator said helplessly.

Zhou Mao sighed: "I know, I will hold back the plot."

"That's good." The narrator said, it seemed to endure it for a while, and then said: "Do you know how funny your actions just now are? A delicate and beautiful boy is rolling around on the road with tears in his eyes."

"Wait," Zhou Mao stood up from the bed and walked to the edge of the bed. "You don't see things from my perspective?"

"No," says the narrator, "I'm from God's perspective."

"Then can you spoil it?" Zhou Mao asked carefully.

"No." The narrator rebuffed. "I will remind you of the direction of the plot. I will also remind you when you are about to deviate from the plot."

Zhou Mao pouted, he finally walked to the side of the 5000-square-meter bed, stretched out his feet to put on his shoes.

The shoes were of pearls, and the delicate feet of Demaut Charles Secomal Locust ached.He simply tossed his shoes aside and walked barefoot to the mirror.

Zhou Mao looked at his figure in the mirror.Although Zhou Xiaomao is said to be a 16-year-old boy in the novel, looking at his slender figure in the mirror, he is closer to a girl.He has very dazzling blond hair, snow-white skin, and a pair of blue eyes like a deer.But the facial features carried a little bit of Zhou Mao's shadow in the real world.

Zhou Mao only looked at it for a while, then quickly moved his eyes away.His hair was so shiny it was blinding.

At this time, the door was knocked twice.

Since he has already experienced the plot once, Zhou Mao knows what will happen next.It was the butler who knocked on the door, who was about to bring him breakfast.

"Narrator, let me discuss something with you." Zhou Mao whispered.

"You can't change the plot!" The narrator replied warily.

"It doesn't count as changing the plot," Zhou Mao shook his head. "I want you to change Zhou Xiaomao from only eating flowers and candies to only eating flowers and pastries."

"..." Zhou Mao saw that the narrator was hesitating, and explained: "Look, my sister wrote about Zhou Xiaomao eating these things just to highlight that he is a sweet and fragrant woman..." Zhou Mao paused " Boys. Snacks are also sweet, not much different from candy, and will not affect the plot."

"...Alright then." The narrator agreed hesitantly.

Very good!Zhou Mao shed tears of excitement in his heart.If he only ate flowers and candy every day, he probably would have starved to death before halfway through the plot.

He opened the door and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door holding a tray.

"Master, it's time for breakfast." The butler said with a smile.

Zhou Mao looked at the contents on the tray.It used to be jasmine and fruit hard candies, but now the hard candies have been replaced by macarons.

Alas, talk is better than nothing.Zhou Mao thought helplessly, sat down on the chair, picked up the macarons and ate them.

Zhou Mao seldom eats sweets, and has never eaten macarons.He felt that the taste was a bit like egg cake, and he always felt that it should not taste like this.

By the way, if this world is created based on my sister's novel, my sister has never eaten macarons, so naturally I can't describe its taste.

Buy some for Momo when she wakes up.Zhou Mao thought.

"That's what you said!" The narrator said abruptly.

Zhou Mao didn't react.The narrator hastily cleared his throat, and read again solemnly: "The butler watched Zhou Xiaomao eating breakfast lovingly. He thought, the young master is so cute and needs to be protected."

Zhou Mao raised his head, and the housekeeper really looked at him rightly, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.Staring at Zhou Mao instantly made him shudder.

Don't his eyes hurt?Zhou Mao stroked his blond hair, thinking.

After breakfast and tidying up his appearance, Zhou Mao got into a 50-meter-long limousine and drove out of his million-acre luxury manor to the aristocratic school covering an area of ​​tens of millions of acres.

On the way, in order to conform to the description of the narration, Zhou Mao resisted the pain and shed diamonds on the car for a while.

When the car finally drove to the entrance of the teaching building, it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

"You will meet the male protagonist of the novel later," the narrator reminded, "Don't show yourself."

Zhou Mao nodded and got out of the car.Then the maid brought a hat.

"Master, your hair is too conspicuous, the housekeeper is afraid of bringing you danger." The maid said, "So please wear a hat to cover it."

Zhou Mao put on his hat, and the maid reminded him warmly by his side: "Master, you are going to be late, you better hurry up."

Zhou Mao grinned: It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the school is probably going to be over soon.

Narrator: "It's okay, this school starts at 4:10 p.m.."

Zhou Mao: "...This school probably wants to close down."

The narrator said: "These settings don't matter at all in Mary Sue's novel. You just need to make sure you meet the male protagonist on the way to school."

Zhou Mao had nothing to say, and walked towards the gate of the teaching building.

"Run!" the narrator commands.

Zhou Mao resigned himself to running.

The narrator saw Zhou Mao running, he uttered twice, and read: "Not good! I'm going to be late! Zhou Xiaomao galloped up, and her running posture was like a light deer, which attracted everyone's attention. "

Zhou Mao: "..."

He just ran forward without thinking about the crowd around him.Suddenly, the narrator shouted: "Stop! The direction is wrong!"

Zhou Mao: "Didn't you run towards the teaching building? What's wrong?"

The narration has an unteachable tone: "Look ahead!"

Zhou Mao looked up and saw an ordinary-looking passer-by student in front of him, talking and laughing with his friends, walking towards the classroom.

Narrator: "If you keep rushing forward, you will only hit passers-by. This will not complete the plot. Look to your right, there is a boy in black, bump into him!"

Zhou Mao looked in the direction the narrator said, and there was indeed a boy in black.He is very handsome, with a cool expression.

He looked like a protagonist.Zhou Mao thought.

However, the strange thing was that the boy didn't walk towards the teaching building with other students, but stood there blankly, as if he was waiting for someone.

Zhou Mao couldn't control that much, he didn't hesitate, and rushed straight to the boy.

With a "bang", he felt that he directly hit the boy's chest heavily.The boy shook twice, but at least he was Mao Charles Secomo Locaster's predestined man, and his feet were so determined that he was not knocked down by Zhou Mao.

"Very good." The narrator said, "Successfully met the hero. Please start the next plot."

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