[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Su Mutong had already started the car.Seeing that Zhou Mao was silent and his eyes were loose, he guessed something: "Are you talking to the narrator?"

"Yes." Zhou Mao replied honestly: "We are discussing how you know the follow-up plot."

"Why don't you just ask me?" Su Mutong said while skillfully backing the car out of the parking space. "It's very simple. Your sister's article was published on the Internet, and I happened to read it."

"You will also watch elementary school student Marysu." Zhou Mao was a little surprised.

"Needed by work." Su Mutong said vaguely. "Not only do I have to watch, but I also have to watch very seriously."

"What job needs to read Mary Su's novels?" Zhou Mao smiled and said, "If you only read novels, it's not a bad job."

"Guess what." Su Mutong said.

"Literary website editor?" Zhou Mao tried to search for a suitable position in his mind.

Su Mutong smiled: "Let me keep it a secret first, maybe you may find out in the future." Then, he blinked, looked at the rapidly retreating road and said: "I almost forgot, we are going to pick up the road now." The plot that came down."

"What's going to happen next?" Zhou Mao asked.

"I'll take you home to meet my parents. Then we'll confirm the relationship." Su Mutong replied.

"Then your parents didn't recognize me, and finally I conquered your parents through my personal charm?" Zhou Mao said with a smile.

Su Mutong coughed: "It's not that difficult. My parents were shocked by your beauty when they saw you. They are very supportive of our relationship."

Zhou Mao curled his lips: "This plot is too bland, it doesn't feel good at all."

"Isn't it good enough that you have the beauty that everyone loves?" Su Mutong asked with a chuckle.

Zhou Mao tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "It may be more comfortable to live with a special beauty, but I still like the moment when we overcome difficulties and finally achieve results."

He pointed to himself again: "Besides, my beauty is not a good thing, I was bullied like that by my classmates."

Zhou Mao shook his head, looked out of the car window, was silent for a while, and said: "When a bucket of sewage was placed on my head on the door, I immediately thought of my sister. She came home one day, and she was sore. She was drenched, and she didn't say anything when I asked her what was going on. Later, I found out that Momo was bullied at school when I asked her classmates. Some boys poured a bucket of dirty water on her and laughed at her." He Sighing: "Looking at this book written by Momo now, the other contents are so simple, only the matter of being bullied is so detailed. I guess I suffered a lot in school at that time. I didn't know anything about it."

Su Mutong glanced at Zhou Mao and said, "Did you do nothing after you learned that your sister was splashed with sewage?"

"I did it." Zhou Mao lowered his eyes and said with some regret: "I invited those boys to an open space and told them the truth for an hour. Thinking about it now, they didn't listen at all at that time. I would secretly laugh at Momo for having such an idiot brother. If I had known, Momo would still be bullied, and I shouldn’t have reasoned with them at the beginning,” he made a fierce expression: “It’s better to just beat them up Rather useful."

Su Mutong felt it was funny when he heard it, and he said as if he was comforting Zhou Mao: "Don't think about the past, when you go back, make up for your sister."

"However, if you want to go back, you must complete the plot, and according to the plot, now you need to go back to my home to meet my parents. But if I want to see my parents, there is still one problem that needs to be solved." Su Mutong said again.

"What's the problem?" Zhou Mao asked.

"Because Su Mutong's parents are not at home now!" The narrator finally found a chance to interject, and said quickly as if feeling overwhelmed: "According to the setting of the novel, Su Mutong's parents are working overseas all the year round, and domestic matters are all important. Rely on Su Mutong to take care of it. According to the original plot, after Su Mutong confessed his love, he drove and took you home. It happened that his parents came back from abroad. But now that Su Mutong confessed his love a few days earlier, it means that now his parents have no not at home."

After the narration finished, he took a few breaths, and said gloatingly, "You guys have already skipped a large part of the plot just now. If you skip any more, the completion rate of the plot will drop below 85. And then We have to go back to the beginning of the novel!"

Zhou Mao felt a little speechless: "...I thought it was a big problem. I'll just stay at Su Mutong's house for a few days and wait for his parents to come back?"

Narrator: "...Yeah."

Zhou Mao: "...What are you doing? Has your eagerness to get me back to the beginning of the novel affected your IQ?!"

Su Mutong seemed to have roughly guessed the conversation between Zhou Mao and the narrator. He tapped Zhou Mao's shoulder with one free hand and asked, "Do you want to leave this world as soon as possible?" Seeing Zhou Mao nod, he said : "Then let me discuss something with the narrator, and you can talk to it later."

The narration voice in Zhou Mao's head disappeared.He looked at Su Mutong.Su Mutong stared straight ahead with a serious face, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, unable to see what he was talking about with the narrator.Zhou Mao couldn't help thinking: Is talking to another person in your head the same as talking on a mobile phone while driving?In case Su Mutong quarreled with the narrator, and one accidentally got into a car accident, I don't know how the plot will develop.

"If there is a car accident, send it back to the beginning!" The narrator's angry voice sounded in Zhou Mao's head, which startled him.

"Are you done talking? What are you talking about?" Zhou Mao asked the narrator.

"Ask him yourself!" the narrator replied angrily, but said nothing.No matter how Zhou Mao called, he would not make a sound.

Zhou Mao had no choice but to ask Su Mutong: "What did you say to it?"

Su Mutong pursed her lips and said, "There is a short plot after meeting my parents. I asked the narrator if I could move this plot to before meeting my parents. After all, no matter where this plot is, it won't be right. The ending and the integrity of the story matter."

Zhou Mao asked curiously: "What is the plot?"

The corners of Su Mutong's mouth raised slightly, and said, "It's a story that happens between lovers. You'll know later."

Zhou Mao asked: "Can't spoilers?"

Su Mutong blinked: "I think it would be more interesting for you to act without spoilers."

Zhou Mao was speechless, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few words: "It's as long as you are happy."

Su Mutong said: "I'm really happy. After all, I have someone here to accompany me now."

Zhou Mao heard Su Mutong's words and turned to look at him.Su Mutong's side face was handsome, but without any expression.He looked straight ahead with both eyes, as if he had no other distractions, and he was concentrating on the car.

"Have you always been alone in reality?" Zhou Mao asked softly.

"Not entirely." Su Mutong replied, "But most of the time I have been alone. Sometimes I feel quite lonely."

Zhou Mao looked at Su Mutong, but Su Mutong's expression didn't change.Thinking of his sister, Zhou Mao couldn't help but sighed.

"If you feel lonely, we can be friends in reality." Zhou Mao said: "Maybe sometimes we can chat with you, play games or something."

Su Mutong's eyes flashed, he smiled, and said, "Don't talk nonsense when you are friends. You don't know who I am in reality. What if I am a perverted murderer?"

Zhou Mao laughed and said, "You can't be a perverted murderer."

Su Mutong glanced at Zhou Mao: "What's impossible, I might still be a dog." He paused, then said calmly: "I have a bad personality, and I can't be a good friend."

Zhou Mao shook his head and said, "No." He looked at Su Mutong: "You know, sometimes I think you are a bit like my sister. She always refuses to be approached by others, and always feels that she is No, it would be disappointing, it would be a very bad partner. But I am her brother, and I know that she is gentle and kind, and the most well-behaved girl in the world."

Zhou Mao rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and said softly: "Sometimes people don't know themselves so accurately. But others can be their own mirrors. So, why don't you try it?"

"Try to be friends with me? Try to look at yourself through my mirror?"

Su Mutong turned to look at Zhou Mao.In this novel, Zhou Mao's eyes are clear blue without any impurities.Su Mutong was looked at sincerely by these eyes, and for some reason felt that her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.He hurriedly looked away, looked ahead, and said mockingly: "If other people are really mirrors, then I have to give you some advice as a mirror. Don't just pour chicken soup on others about friendship after you haven't known each other for a long time. Ordinary people can't stand it."

Zhou Mao realized that something was wrong, and his face immediately turned red.He slowly retracted his head into the crook of his arm, and sighed: "I have committed an occupational disease again. However," he peeked at Su Mutong with one eye peeking out from his arm: "You can really feel lonely when you feel lonely." Find me. I have a lot of vacations, and I can't use them all up."

The corner of Su Mutong's mouth bent into an imperceptible arc. "We'll meet." He said softly.The voice was so low that only he could hear it.

Zhou Mao obviously didn't hear what Su Mutong was saying. Looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, he asked Su Mutong with great interest: "How far is it from your home? It took eight hours to drive from my home to school." .”

Su Mutong said blankly: "My family would drive for a whole day. But I didn't drive to school." After finishing speaking, he pressed a red button next to the tachometer, and the sides of the car instantly stretched out. took two wings.Su Mutong pulled up the steering wheel, and the sports car flew slowly on the road.

"My setting is different from yours. I have to drive a sports car to school by myself. But I can't drive a car for a day, and I don't have enough time. I just asked the narrator to change the settings of the sports car. Make it an airplane." See Looking at the stunned Zhou Mao, Su Mutong explained.

"...Can you fly a plane?" Zhou Mao didn't know how to complain.

"No." Su Mutong replied firmly. "So I put the narration on autopilot."

Zhou Mao: "...so it can still be like this..."

The narrator saw what Zhou Mao was thinking, and hurriedly said: "Don't try to be like him. After all, Su Mutong went to school alone, and you still have servants and housekeepers. They didn't pass through. If you open In the case of airplanes, the text of the novel needs to be changed a lot, and if there are too many changes, it will be considered that the completion of the plot is not up to standard."

Zhou Mao couldn't help curling his lips: "You are so capable, why don't you just write a random door to Su Mutong and let him pass through from home?"

The narrator said righteously: "No. Su Mutong needs to follow the setting of 'driving his 100% pure platinum sports car into the campus every day, attracting the attention of thousands of girls'. So he must drive this car."

Zhou Mao: "Pure platinum sports car? Doesn't it break when you touch it? Besides, can a platinum car still run?"

The narrator said guiltily, "I changed it to gold plating. Don't worry about these details."

Seeing that Zhou Mao was silent, Su Mutong asked, "What are you talking to the narrator about?"

"I'm talking about your sports car." Zhou Mao replied, he let out a breath from his mouth, and sighed: "Who made the crossing rules. It's really troublesome."

Su Mutong raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll probably have to ask your sister. However," he narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Mao, "I think the traversal rules are quite free and flexible, with great variability."

"Really? I think I have been made miserable enough by this rule." Zhou Mao muttered, and looked at Su Mutong again.

"I wanted to ask before, why do you always look at me with this expression?" Zhou Mao looked at Su Mutong's half-opened eyes curiously, feeling a little funny: "Squinting to see people looks like an old man, and your image It doesn't quite fit."

"As the leading actor, I must always look at you affectionately." Su Mutong turned her head to look at the front window, with a hint of helplessness on her indifferent face. "But your hair color is so bright that it hurts my eyes. In order not to go blind before the end of the story, I can only squint and look at you affectionately."

"Why don't you ask the narrator to wear sunglasses?" Zhou Mao asked.

"Do you think I haven't tried it?" Su Mutong watched the horizon gradually appear outside the car window, and the plane was slowly landing on a lawn: "However, the narrator said that Su Mutong's biggest feature is that pair of indifferent and affectionate eyes , so sunglasses are prohibited."

Zhou Mao chuckled: "Just now you said that the rules are very flexible. Didn't you also suffer a lot." He looked at Su Mutong with a little sympathy: "I think it's worse than me."

Seeing the plane come to a complete stop on the lawn, the corners of Su Mutong's mouth turned up slightly, and said softly, "I don't think I'm miserable." Then, he snorted again, and said in a low voice, "Who is more miserable? Just know."

Before Zhou Mao could react, Su Mutong took his hand and got off the plane.