[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

The black car stopped beside Zhou Mao, Zhou Mao obviously didn't see it, and continued to walk forward.The people in the car honked the horn, and the harsh sound echoed in the alley. Zhou Mao was startled, and turned to look at the car with a puzzled expression.

The front window of the driver's seat of the car rolled down, revealing the face of a man wearing sunglasses. "Get in the car." He ordered Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao stood by the side of the road, hesitating whether to run away. "Is this going to be kidnapped?" Zhou Mao's mind quickly flashed the novel that Jiang Hai recounted to him: "But there is no kidnapping plot in Momo's novel? Could it be that I made snacks by myself, which caused the plot to change? "

The voice of the narration sounded in his mind: "Do you think you have a bad brain?"

Zhou Mao: "Huh?"

The narrator shouted angrily: "Look who is sitting in the car!"

Zhou Mao carefully looked at the faces of the people in the car: under the black sunglasses, there was a sharp nose and thin lips.He looked like a very handsome and handsome man, and he looked a little familiar.

When Zhou Mao was trying to remember where the familiarity came from, the narrator couldn't help it: "You have his poster hanging in your room, and you have seen him several times, can't you recognize him?"

"Ah!" Zhou Mao suddenly realized, "Hao Kaixin!" He explained to the narrator a little aggrieved: "The poster is still a bit different from the real person. I didn't see his face clearly when I saw him twice, and the front hair is too long. Blocking my line of sight. It's normal not to know each other."

"Just admit that your brain is not working well." The narrator obviously did not listen to Zhou Mao's explanation.

Hao Kaixin saw that Zhou Mao's eyes were dull and motionless, so he pulled down his sunglasses a little, revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes, staring at Zhou Mao, with a smile on his mouth, and said: "Didn't you say that you have been secretly observing me for a long time? What's the matter? Not used to seeing me face to face?"

Zhou Mao was tongue-tied and didn't know what to answer.Hao Kaixin hooked his hand at him: "Get in the car."

Zhou Mao felt uneasy: "He won't want me to get in the car, and then drag me to a place where no one is around and beat me up."

"He won't beat you up, it's a normal scenario," the narrator says. "You have successfully attracted Hao Kaixin's attention. Congratulations should be made to you."

"Why do I feel that something is wrong?" Zhou Mao muttered, and got into the car obediently. He was worried, and told the narrator: "If he really wants to beat me later, you should pass me to the beginning of the story."

"All right, all right, don't worry." The narrator said perfunctorily.

When Hao Kaixin saw Zhou Mao got into the car, he started the car and drove out of the alley.Zhou Mao sat in the co-pilot and secretly looked at Hao Kaixin from the corner of his eyes.Although this man has a funny name, he is still very handsome.Zhou Mao just passed through and saw his posters and sighed his handsomeness. Now seeing the real person, he is even more envious, wishing that he could time travel to become this person.

Hao Kaixin realized Zhou Mao's gaze, smiled slightly, and said, "How is it? Sit in the car of the person I was secretly observing, do you have anything to say to me?"

Zhou Mao's mouth was slightly open, he was actually just admiring the handsome guy's face, he didn't want to talk to Hao Kaixin, but it seemed awkward not to talk now.Zhou Mao held back for a while, and finally a word popped out of his mouth:

"Why do you wear sunglasses while driving in the dark?"

Hao Kaixin: "..."

Narrator: “……………”

Hao Kaixin was silent for a while, then burst out laughing. "You're so funny." He smiled and adjusted his sunglasses. "I'm a celebrity, and I must prevent others from recognizing me at any time. And," he gently took off his sunglasses and put them on Zhou Mao's head. "These are not ordinary sunglasses, they filter the light from high beams and are specially designed for drivers who drive at night."

Zhou Mao looked at the road through the sunglasses. Sure enough, the lights of the cars driving on the opposite side were not so dazzling, but the road in the dark night was still very clear. "It's amazing!" Zhou Mao sighed, took off the sunglasses, and returned them to Hao Kaixin.

The narrator said in a puzzled tone in Zhou Mao's mind: "Strange, he finds it interesting that you say such an idiot. I remember that Zhou Mo didn't write Hao Kaixin the setting of falling in love with you at first sight."

Zhou Mao replied cheekily: "That's because I am very attractive. He was conquered by my personal charm."

The narrator sneered and said, "Don't be complacent, who said Hao Kaixin was going to beat him just now? I don't care if he really beats me then."

"Don't, don't, brother narrator." Zhou Mao hurriedly said, "I will keep a humble attitude, so don't wait until then."

Hao Kaixin's car gradually drove to the sparsely populated suburbs, and Zhou Mao's heart immediately became aroused.He couldn't help but asked the narrator again: "Look how this place is getting more and more desolate. Is this Hao Kaixin a normal person? Zhou Mo didn't write anything saying that he is actually a perverted murderer who specializes in killing beautiful young fans, right?"

"What are you thinking? This is not a suspense novel. It's just an ordinary romance novel." The narrator replied helplessly. “刚才想他揍你，现在又想他杀你，你就不能往正常点的方向想？往恋爱的方向想？”

"The direction of love..." Zhou Mao read softly, his face suddenly turned pale: "Is he going to rape me?!"

"..." The narrator no longer wants to talk to Zhou Mao.

Hao Kaixin saw that Zhou Mao's face turned red and then pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he just thought it was a little funny.He parked the car in a public parking lot in an inconspicuous community, pulled up the handbrake, turned on the lights in the car, and turned to face Zhou Mao.

"Your name is Zhou Mao, right?" Hao Kaixin said to Zhou Mao with a pleasant face, "Can I ask you something?"

Zhou Mao nodded, he was a little nervous, and unconsciously straightened his body.

"Did you make the cookies you gave me?" Hao Kaixin asked.

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat, and he thought: This celebrity is really unusual, and he still asks this kind of question, probably because he is afraid that someone will frame me, so he rashly calls the police to catch the wrong person and wrong the fans, he is really a good person.Unfortunately, however, this cookie is what I made.

Narrator: "...you have a lot of mental activity."

Seeing that Zhou Mao didn't respond, Hao Kaixin raised the corners of his mouth: "If you don't answer, I will take it as your default."

Zhou Mao had no choice but to nod his head, thinking to himself: I did it, it's better to beat people and kill people.You can do whatever you want!

Hao Kaixin looked at Zhou Mao and nodded, with a happy look on his face, and asked again: "Then can you make fondant cake?"

Zhou Mao didn't react for a moment.Fondant cake?Although he also made fondant cakes on a whim when he was in the club in college, but the span from cookies to this kind of cake is too big.

Hao Kaixin saw that Zhou Mao was confused, and explained: "I ate the cookies you made and thought they were very delicious, so I wondered if you could make some more complicated pastries. My manager will also be there in a few days Birthday, he has helped me a lot in the past few years, I want to make a cake for him by myself, but I have no experience at all, so I want to find someone to learn from.”

Listening to Hao Kaixin's words, Zhou Mao felt that although this person is a celebrity, he has a humble attitude and has no airs at all.No wonder it is so popular.he thinks.

But there was something more important in his words, which made Zhou Mao couldn't help but blurt out:

"You actually ate a cookie like that?"

"Eat it." Hao Kaixin blinked and said, "I know you wrote those words just to attract my attention. Many fans have done this, but it doesn't actually hurt me."

Why!Zhou Mao sighed in his heart, he is really a good and understanding star!It seems that today's beating is unnecessary.However, if Hao Kaixin wants to learn how to make pastry, he can find a famous pastry chef from the restaurant to teach him at will, so why find himself an ordinary little fan?

Hao Kaixin saw Zhou Mao's doubts, and explained: "If I ask the pastry chef to teach me, my agent will definitely be alarmed, so there will be no surprises. And, before I eat your cookie, it is my cookie." The agent tasted it first, he likes the taste of cookies very much, so I think what you make may be more in line with his appetite."

Sure enough, let the agent test the drug first!Zhou Mao thought.No wonder the manager wanted to give Hao Kaixin some compensation for his birthday. The manager's normal life is really hard.

"Do you agree?" Seeing Zhou Mao speak, Hao Kaixin stared at Zhou Mao's eyes and asked.

Zhou Mao nodded.This plot is already in the novel.Hao Kaixin ate Zhou Mao's snacks, praised him greatly, and asked Zhou Mao to teach him how to make cakes, and Hao Kaixin also developed feelings for Zhou Mao during this time.But in the novel, Hao Kaixin finds Zhou Mao only a few days after the birthday party, and the current situation is that he immediately stops Zhou Mao as soon as the birthday party is over. No wonder Zhou Mao always feels that Hao Kaixin is going to beat him up.

Seeing that Zhou Mao agreed, Hao Kaixin patted him on the shoulder happily and said, "That's it. I'll take you home first, and I'll contact you in a few days."

In this way, Zhou Mao attracted Hao Kaixin's attention in a daze, and completed the plot of "Agreement with Hao Kaixin to teach him how to make dim sum at his home".When I got home, I was still in a dazed state.

The narrator looked at Zhou Mao's sluggish look, and teased, "It's really bad luck to let you go through the plot like this."

"Yes." Zhou Mao absently turned on the TV.The evening news program was playing on TV, and it was no different from the real news.Zhou Mao was transferred to a local station, and the recently popular large-scale fantasy fairy tale drama "The Love of Immortals is Unusual" was actually being broadcast.

Zhou Mao's mind was not on the TV series, he frowned, staring at the urgent news about the disappearance of a high school male student scrolling at the bottom of the screen.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Zhou Mao said.

"It seems that there is no problem now," the narrator wonders why Zhou Mao thinks so: "The development of the plot is normal, except that it is a little faster."

"I don't know too well." Zhou Mao shook his head: "Forget it." He turned off the TV casually, washed up, and then fell asleep drowsily on the bed.

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