[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Hao Kaixin took Zhou Mao to his home on time these few days and helped him finish the cake for his agent.Hao Kaixin is a quick learner and quickly mastered the technique of making fondant with marshmallows.His hands are also very dexterous, and the flowers he pinches are even more beautiful than Zhou Mao's.The only downside is the aesthetic issue.

"It's so vulgar!" When Hao Kaixin tried to put the red rose he pinched on the blue sugar skin, Zhou Mao couldn't help but interrupted him with a smile. "Adjust the color a little bit, don't use such a highly saturated color."

Hao Kaixin smiled, picked up the rose, and handed it to Zhou Mao: "I also don't think it's appropriate to put roses, so you can keep this for eating."

Zhou Mao reached out and took the rose.Hao Kaixin made this flower very delicately, with layers of red petals and crystal red sugar sprinkled on it, which makes people unable to bear to eat.

"A cake for lovers, roses are just right." Zhou Mao said, fiddling with food coloring, thinking that the color would match red better. "Just change the color of the sugar crust."

"Zhou Mao." Hao Kaixin suddenly became serious. He put down the tool in his hand, pulled Zhou Mao's shoulder, let Zhou Mao face him, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Brother Liu, he is not me. lover. I don't like him."

Zhou Mao was taken aback, and suddenly faced Hao Kaixin's handsome face, and was stared at by him, which made Zhou Mao feel uncomfortable.He blinked and said, "I don't believe it."

"It's true." Hao Kaixin said seriously.

Zhou Mao frowned: "If you don't like him, you still kiss him and prepare a birthday party for him, that's your fault."

Hao Kaixin shook his head: "I know this is wrong. But I have my reasons." He looked at Zhou Mao sincerely: "You have to trust me."

Zhou Mao also became serious: "Why do you need to deceive other people's feelings?" He began to persuade him earnestly: "People are easily emotional creatures, especially actors with rich emotions like you. It's normal to fall in love with a manager. But when you don't like him, you have to choose the right time to tell him..."

Just when Zhou Mao wanted to continue persuading him, the doorbell rang again.Hao Kaixin didn't even look at the monitor this time, and directly carried Zhou Mao, who was still talking, into the cloakroom, and quickly closed the door.

Zhou Mao knew well that Brother Liu must be here again.

Sure enough, not long after, Brother Liu's voice came from the living room.Zhou Mao put his ears on the door, and vaguely heard the voices of the two, who seemed to be discussing something about endorsement.After a while, he felt the sound of their footsteps gradually approaching the cloakroom.

"Then Kaixin, let's settle this matter first." After Liu Ge finished speaking, he seemed to glance at the kitchen, and then said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and your skill in making dim sum is getting better and better. This flower is really delicious." It's beautiful, can you give it to me?"

Hao Kaixin seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally said: "If you like it, take it away."

"Thank you then." Brother Liu said with a smile in his voice.When Zhou Mao heard the sound of the door lock, he was glad that he no longer had to stand in the cloakroom to eavesdrop in such embarrassment, when he suddenly heard Brother Liu say: "The kid who taught you how to make dim sum, why don't you call him out so I can get to know him?"

Zhou Mao felt himself stiff in the cloakroom, and Hao Kaixin probably felt the same way, but he didn't answer Brother Liu.Brother Liu smiled softly, said goodbye to Hao Kaixin, closed the door and left.

Zhou Mao gently opened the door of the cloakroom, and saw Hao Kaixin standing at the door with a pale face, and turned to look in Zhou Mao's direction: "How did he know?"

"If you ask me, I don't know." Zhou Mao replied. "Does he know it's not good?"

"Not good." Hao Kaixin said sullenly.

"Why not?" Zhou Mao smiled and said, "It's good to explain it clearly to him at that time. Brother Liu doesn't seem to be such an unreasonable person."

"Things are not as simple as you see." Hao Kaixin shook his head and sighed. "Now that he knows, you'd better meet him." He picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulders: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

After returning home, Zhou Mao sat on his bed and muttered, "...Narrator, I always feel something is wrong." The TV was on, but Zhou Mao only regarded it as background sound and didn't care.

"The current plot is still normal, and there is no deviation." The narrator replied.

"Really." Zhou Mao shook his head and closed his eyes.The news that the body of the missing high school boy was found was broadcast on TV.Zhou Mao listened for a while, then reached for the remote control and turned off the TV.

Before you know it, it's the manager's birthday.Hao Kaixin took Zhou Mao to his home.He had almost finished the cake, Zhou Mao helped him with the final embellishments and made some other desserts.After finishing everything, Hao Kaixin called his agent and asked him to come to his home.Then he called several assistants over to celebrate together.

After doing all this, Hao Kaixin pulled Zhou Mao to his side, reached out and took off the headband on his head, let the hair on his forehead cover his eyes, and after combing it with his hands, he showed a slightly satisfied expression .

After a while, the doorbell rang.Several assistants arrived at Hao Kaixin's home first. Hao Kaixin briefly introduced Xia Zhou Mao to them, and arranged for them to squat at the door holding ribbons and wait for the agent to come in.Zhou Mao stood silently at the side, watching Hao Kaixin command and arrange.

When Brother Liu opened the door and came in, the assistants all cheered, pulled off the ribbons and sprayed Brother Liu all over.Hao Kaixin, on the other hand, held the cake and solemnly sang "Happy Birthday to you" as he walked towards his manager.Zhou Mao looked at it from the side and thought it was funny, but he held back his laughter.

Brother Liu gently took off the ribbon on his body, took the cake from Hao Kaixin, and said thank you with a smile.He looked at the cake carefully and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!" Then he looked up and asked, "Where's the kid who helped you make the cake? Is he here?"

Hao Kaixin hesitated for a moment, but still leaned slightly, calling for Zhou Mao to come over.The manager put the cake on the coffee table, pulled Zhou Mao to his side, stroked his forehead with his hand, and stroked Zhou Mao's long bangs.

"You're pretty too." Brother Liu smiled kindly, looking carefully at Zhou Mao. "Are you his fan?"

Zhou Mao nodded.This manager looks gentle and gentle, and he seems to have a good temper. Zhou Mao has a good impression of him.

"I don't think you need to be his fan anymore." The manager said with a smile: "Our company just lacks an artist like you. Do you want to debut?"

"Pay attention," the narrator said suddenly. "You are now following the official plot of the novel. Don't ooc, reject the agent. I will remind you of these two points."

Before Zhou Mao could answer, Hao Kaixin spoke first: "He's just an ordinary person, he can't debut."

"I didn't ask you." Brother Liu didn't even look at Hao Kaixin, he stared at Zhou Mao and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhou Mao looked at the agent, then at Hao Kaixin who looked anxious, shook his head slightly, and said, "Forget it. I don't think I'm suitable to be an artist."

Brother Liu looked a little disappointed. "That's it," he said and patted Zhou Mao's shoulder: "It's okay, it depends on your wishes. But it's a pity that you don't enter the entertainment circle when you grow up like this."

"There are so many folk beauties, it's impossible for everyone to enter the entertainment circle." Hao Kaixin said, cut a piece of cake and handed it to the manager, and changed the subject: "Brother Liu eats cake, try my craftsmanship."

The manager took the cake with a smile, then remembered something, turned to Zhou Mao and said, "Will you come to Kaixin's concert next week?"

Zhou Mao nodded.

The agent smiled and said, "That's good. I'll arrange an infield position for you when the time comes. It's a thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday."

Zhou Mao thanked him, then turned to look at Hao Kaixin.Hao Kaixin seemed to be avoiding Zhou Mao's gaze, and kept cutting the cake for his assistant.

"Narrative," Zhou Mao said to the narrator in his heart, "I don't think this Shura field is enjoyable at all. The agent's aura is really strong, and I, a junior, don't have much chance to show off. Are you sure the plot is okay?"

"It's really no problem." The narrator replied: "Now the plot deviation is less than 5%. It is very faithful to the original work."

Zhou Mao looked at Hao Kaixin helplessly, wondering how the plot should go.The assistants around made a fuss about playing cards and singing K at Hao Kaixin's house. Zhou Mao felt that he didn't need to stay any longer, so he got up and said he had something to do, and left first.

Seeing Hao Kaixin hesitate for a moment, Zhou Mao said softly to his manager, "Can I go see him off?" The manager was pestered by his assistants to toast, and he didn't pay much attention to it. Mao waved: "We must come to the concert next week."

Zhou Mao nodded, said goodbye to the people in the room, and left the room with Hao Kaixin.Along the way, Hao Kaixin didn't say a word.When he arrived at the door of Zhou Mao's house, he shook his head and said softly, "I don't know what he is going to do."

Immediately, he turned around and looked at Zhou Mao: "You'd better stay at home these few days, and don't go to any place where there are few people."

Zhou Mao was full of doubts, but he didn't know how to ask, so he could only nod his head.Hao Kaixin breathed a sigh of relief, and gently patted Zhou Mao's cheek: "Go upstairs, remember to send me a message when you get home."

Cooking snacks at Hao Kaixin's house for the past few days has improved the relationship between the two of them a lot.Hao Kaixin would touch Zhou Mao's hair and pat Zhou Mao's cheek from time to time, but Zhou Mao didn't care.He himself also likes to touch Hao Kaixin's head when Hao Kaixin is naturally in a daze, it feels like petting a big cat.

Zhou Mao returned home and took a simple shower.He came out of the bathroom, brushed his hair, and turned on the TV as usual.News of the missing boy was still on television.Zhou Mao watched and couldn't help but think: "The news in this world is too scarce. Apart from the disappearance of the boy, is there nothing else to broadcast?"

The boy's body was found a few days ago, strangled to death, dismembered, and then dumped in a pond in the suburbs.In the news, the boy's parents held a portrait of the boy and wept bitterly in front of the reporter's microphone.

The camera gave a close-up of the boy's portrait, Zhou Mao couldn't help frowning.

He knew this boy.Zhou Mao once bumped into him in the waiting hall.He was in the crowd at that time, just like Zhou Mao, waiting for Hao Kaixin to appear from the exit with an expectant look.

On the TV, the host asked about safety matters, but Zhou Mao didn't listen at all.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to start today and go from every two days to daily until this story ends (hopefully).

I feel that my writing is really too slow (at most 1000 words a day).This is also to motivate yourself to speed up.