[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

As soon as Zhou Mao stepped into the door, he immediately threw himself on the bed.The touch on the neck just now was too real, which made Zhou Mao feel strange.But when he opened his eyes, Hao Kaixin didn't touch his neck.

He turned his head and remembered Hao Kaixin's expression when he pinched his face, and couldn't help but blush.

"It would be great if he didn't fall in love with his manager!" Zhou Mao buried his face in the quilt and pillow, and said sullenly, "My heart is being strongly condemned by my moral values."

"You really like him?" the narrator asks.

Zhou Mao was silent, and after a while, he whispered, "I don't think I'm gay."

Narrator: "Don't run away, face your own sexuality."

"No, no, no, I can't be gay." Zhou Mao muttered, "I still used Momo Erika's movie when I masturbated a while ago. How could it be gay..."

Narrator: "...Don't tell the pure me the name of eh, I don't understand."

Zhou Mao chuckled under the quilt.He turned over, lay flat on the bed, and asked the narrator: "After my wonderful singing tonight, how far is the plot deviation now?"

"It's still less than 5%." The narrator replied, "The main thing is to look at tomorrow. If there is no entertainment media to report you tomorrow, then the deviation of the plot should be relatively large. You will also be sent back to the beginning."

Zhou Mao nodded.He decided not to think about it anymore, and handed over his fate in the novel to tomorrow.After a simple wash, he didn't turn on the TV to watch the news as usual, but lay directly on the bed.

It is estimated that the news about the disappearance of the boy is still being broadcast on TV.Zhou Mao thought.He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

Early the next morning, as soon as Zhou Mao opened his eyes, he asked the narration how much the plot offset had changed.The narrator didn't say much, and just asked him to open a social media to have a look.

Zhou Mao took out his mobile phone, opened a website at random, and clicked on the entertainment page.The webpage was gradually loaded, and he first saw Hao Kaixin's photo appear on the phone screen, and then the title was also loaded: Shocked!Fans have double identities!He actually did such a thing to a popular idol!

Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing and said: "Isn't it just to sing a song, which makes me look like a pervert." But when he clicked on the title, he couldn't laugh anymore.Under the title, it wasn't a picture of Zhou Mao singing, but a photo secretly taken by Hao Kaixin when they were in the car as he sent Zhou Mao home.In the photo, Hao Kaixin's face is very close to Zhou Mao's, and at first glance it looks like they are kissing.

Before Zhou Mao could say anything, the phone rang suddenly.Zhou Mao pressed to answer, and Hao Kaixin's anxious voice came from the phone: "Zhou Mao? Are you awake? Don't go out, and don't open the door."

Zhou Mao was a little puzzled, he got up from the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, and looked out the door through the peephole.The corridor was empty, no one was there.

"There's no one outside the door." Zhou Mao said to the phone in puzzlement.

"The reporters and paparazzi are very smart now," said Hao Kaixin, "They don't take the initiative to knock on the door, but hide in places you can't see. When you relax your vigilance and go out, they will stop you and run away." I can't run anymore." Hao Kaixin paused for a moment, and then continued: "You stay at home, I will contact you when I have dealt with it, and then you can act again."

"But I..." Zhou Mao wanted to say something else.Hao Kaixin said incredulously: "Be obedient." After that, he quickly hung up the phone.

Zhou Mao held up his mobile phone speechlessly, and after listening to the busy tone for a while, he said to the narrator: "So it seems that I have succeeded in this story?"

"That's right." The narrator said: "The plot deviation has increased a little bit, but it's still less than 5%. It's gratifying."

Zhou Mao sighed, and he couldn't tell whether he was feeling lucky or disappointed.I don't need to repeat the plot, but this little San'er is probably determined.

He slowly walked back to the bed, lay on the bed again with a crooked body, and began to flick his phone in boredom.Entertainment news is constantly updated.Seeing that Hao Kaixin's company quickly issued a statement, Zhou Mao accused the paparazzi of being unscrupulous, and then declared that Zhou Mao and Hao Kaixin were just alumni, and the distance between the two was close to kissing, also because of the angle.

Zhou Mao continued to flip through the statement.The statement also mentioned that Zhou Mao was preparing to debut recently and signed a contract with the same company as Hao Kaixin.Singing at Hao Kaixin's concert is to warm up before his debut, and Hao Kaixin sent Zhou Mao home to discuss the signing of the contract.

Zhou Mao read the statement, threw the phone aside, and lay down on the bed in a big character. "Is this a little too smooth? I didn't even sing well, so I just made my debut." Zhou Mao muttered.

"Is it going well?" the narrator asks.

"It's not bad." Zhou Mao turned over, lying on the bed, and picked up the phone again: "I just think it's a bit boring to go through the plot like this."

"This is a plot based on Zhou Mo's novel." The narrator smiled: "Are you saying your sister's novel is boring?"

"It can't be said to be particularly interesting." Zhou Mao said while swiping the screen of the phone with his hand: "After all, it is a novel written by a little girl, and it will be more or less childish and dreamy. However," he smiled slightly After a while: "This is also the cuteness of little girls."

"You just made a very dangerous statement. Three years to start, the maximum death penalty!" The narrator reminded.

"Don't think people are so nasty!" Zhou Mao reprimanded pretendingly: "I just love cute things from the bottom of my heart!"

The narrator hums disdainfully.

Zhou Mao put down the phone, rested his chin with his hand, blinked his eyes, and said, "Speaking of Momo, she was fine and fell asleep suddenly. Why do you think she suddenly doesn't want to face reality?"

"I don't know," the narrator replies dryly. "I'm not good at guessing people's feelings."

"I'm not good at it either." Zhou Mao sighed: "Momo is introverted, and she must have had a hard time at school. But she has been coming here smoothly. Maybe although she didn't show it, But in fact, I have been accumulating pressure in my heart, and finally I can't stand it anymore."

Zhou Mao buried his head in his arms: "I also specially learned several local dishes in the city where I went to university, and I want to cook for her when I come back."

The narrator laughed suddenly and said, "You also said, didn't you realize that Zhou Mo lost a lot of weight during the years when you went to college in other places?"

Zhou Mao was stunned for a moment, and said: "It's true what you said! Could it be that Momo was fattened by me?" He showed a painful expression: "Then Momo was laughed at as a fat girl since she was a child, didn't I The culprit?"

The narrator seemed to want to mock Zhou Mao, but the phone on the bed rang suddenly.Zhou Mao picked up the phone and found that Hao Kaixin was calling, so he immediately picked it up.

"You didn't go out, did you?" Hao Kaixin asked as soon as the phone was connected.

"No." Zhou Mao answered honestly.

"That's good." Hao Kaixin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Did you see our statement?"

"I see." Zhou Mao said, and decided to show a little displeasure: "So you decided to debut for me?"

"I'm sorry." Hao Kaixin's tone was apologetic. "This is the best solution my publicist can come up with. Don't go out today. My assistant will pick you up tonight. Let's have a meal together, and we'll talk about it later."

Before Zhou Mao could say anything, Hao Kaixin quickly hung up the phone.

"Stars are really busy." Zhou Mao muttered, and opened the social software.As I expected, the comments on my account skyrocketed, and most of them scolded Zhou Mao, accusing him of being desperate for hype and dragging down their little Xinxin.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why is the little girl's mouth so dirty nowadays." Zhou Mao sighed while flipping through the comments: "Look at this: Zhou Mao xxxxxx bitch x mother, xxxxx sprinkled x ashes."

"You still had a good time watching it." The narrator said helplessly.

"What can I do if I'm not happy, and I can't scold you back." Zhou Mao flipped through the comments and said, "It will damage my noble image."

"Pull it down, your image has already become scum." The narrator sneered.

Just like this, chatting with the narrator while scrolling through the comments, time flies by.Before we knew it, it was evening.When Zhou Mao heard the knock on the door, he got up and opened the door.I saw the agent and one of Hao Kaixin's assistants standing outside the door.

"We're here to pick you up." Brother Liu looked at Zhou Mao with a smile: "Are you ready?"

Zhou Mao nodded and got into the agent's car.The assistant sat in the co-pilot's seat, and Zhou Mao naturally sat in the back seat.

Brother Liu looked at Zhou Mao through the rearview mirror while starting the car, and when he saw that Zhou Mao was also looking at him, he smiled slightly and said, "Now you have to become a member of our company whether you like it or not."

Zhou Mao's mind suddenly turned, and he looked at Brother Liu in surprise: "Could it be you...?"

Brother Liu nodded and said with a smile: "I arranged your location and lights at the concert, and I asked someone to take the photos." He turned his head and looked at Zhou Mao seriously: "Our company really needs you. Type of artist, it's a pity to let you go like this."

Zhou Mao looked at the manager speechless.Although his debut was a plot that had been written long ago in the novel, he didn't expect that it was actually written by his agent behind the scenes.

Brother Liu chuckled, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out.

The meal was dull, and Hao Kaixin was supposed to explain what happened, but his face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.On the contrary, Brother Liu was explaining the signing related matters to Zhou Mao in detail, and told him the company's development plan for him in recent years.Zhou Mao ate the food dully, half-understanding what the manager said.At 9 o'clock, Hao Kaixin said that it was late and Zhou Mao should go back, so he dragged Zhou Mao away from the dinner.

On the way, Hao Kaixin remained silent.He didn't speak slowly until he was approaching Zhou Mao's house.

"Actually, for your current situation, debuting is not a bad thing." Hao Kaixin said. "Excessive fans may harm you personally. If you are an artist in our company, they can justifiably ask security to ensure your safety."

"Ah, thank you so much." Zhou Mao pretended to be angry and said, "I don't know who caused me to be attacked by radical fans."

"Ooc." The narrator reminded in a low voice: "Zhou Mao would never say such a thing."

Zhou Mao stuck out his tongue in his heart: "I wanted to act out the feeling that I was very unwilling to debut, but I accidentally did it."

Hao Kaixin was silent.He slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

"I'm sorry." Hao Kaixin said softly.

Hao Kaixin's apology made Zhou Mao feel distressed. "It's not your fault." Zhou Mao said, reaching out his hand habitually to touch Hao Kaixin's hair, but he grabbed his hand.

Hao Kaixin pulled Zhou Mao closer and covered Zhou Mao's lips with his own.

Before Zhou Mao realized what was going on, Hao Kaixin's lips touched Zhou Mao's mouth lightly and left. "Go home and be safe. Try to go out as little as possible these days." Hao Kaixin turned his face away, not looking at Zhou Mao's expression.

Zhou Mao's expression was dull, his mouth slightly opened, not knowing what to say.With a confused mind, he got out of the car, went upstairs, opened the door, and threw himself on the bed.Rolled on the bed for a while before stopping.

"I was kissed again out of nowhere." Zhou Mao said with an expression of not knowing what happened.

"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations," the narrator said dryly.

Zhou Mao sat up from the bed: "I feel like my mind is messed up. I need to watch "The Love of Immortals" to calm down." He then turned on the TV.

Unfortunately, "The Love of Immortals is Unusual" has just ended, and now it is broadcasting a news program again.The hostess broadcast the news solemnly: "Yesterday, another young man went missing. He was 167 cm tall and thin. He was wearing a blue T-shirt when he disappeared. I hope anyone with clues can contact the police as soon as possible."

Zhou Mao stared blankly at the TV, listening to the calm voice of the host.Not long after, he gradually noticed something was wrong.

"Narrator, do you think the color of this TV is getting lighter?" Zhou Mao asked suspiciously.

The narrator doesn't answer him.On the TV, the background color of the news program gradually faded, and the characters gradually blurred into a black shadow. Only the mechanical female voice kept repeating.Maybe there is something wrong with the TV, Zhou Mao thought, and stepped forward to pat the fuselage, but unexpectedly the announcer's voice stopped abruptly.A cold male voice pierced Zhou Mao's ear:

"You shouldn't be here."

The black shadows in the TV instantly spread out and spread out from the screen, forming black tentacles waving.Shocked, Zhou Mao stepped back hastily, but felt a cold hand pinching his shoulder.Zhou Mao turned his head abruptly, but saw a familiar face.

"You shouldn't be here." Jiang Hai stared at Zhou Mao with his dark eyes, and said coldly.

There was a "buzz" sound from the coffee table, and Zhou Mao opened his eyes suddenly.On TV, the second episode of "The Love of Immortals is Unusual" has started tonight.He looked around blankly.The phone was on the coffee table, and the screen was flickering.

Zhou Mao picked up the phone, it was from Hao Kaixin.The content is only four words. "are you home yet?"

Zhou Mao opened the curtains, downstairs, you can see the headlights of Hao Kaixin's black car.They seem to be waiting for a reply quietly like their masters.

Zhou Mao smiled softly, and pointed at the screen of the phone to reply Hao Kaixin's text message.After sending it out, he saw the car lights downstairs flickering a few times, as if saying goodbye to him, and then slowly left.

Zhou Mao lay back on the bed and covered his head with the quilt.Some strange feelings arose in his heart, which made him have no time to think about whether the weird scene just now was a dream or reality.And that scene gradually faded inexplicably in Zhou Mao's mind.