[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao felt ecstatic in his heart.In the first few worlds, he wanted to travel through time, and this world finally made his wish come true.

This is probably compensation for not being able to talk to Zhou Mo directly.Zhou Mao thought happily.He quickly found an excuse to leave the box, ran to the toilet and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror is the face of a handsome man, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, neat short hair, and an elite look.Zhou Mao nodded in satisfaction, then left the toilet and returned to the private room.

On the way, he took a look at his surroundings.This place should be a certain KTV or entertainment club.Although the corridor is fairly spacious, the deafening singing and laughing sounds from the surrounding private rooms are really uncomfortable.

Well.According to the beginning of the novel, shouldn't I meet Zhou Qingyao who passed out on the ground due to hunger on the way home?How did you come to KTV?Zhou Mao was puzzled.

He changed his mind and thought again, maybe I ran into Xiao Shou on the way home from KTV, which makes sense.Anyway, Zhou Mo didn't write what I was doing before I met him.

Zhou Mao returned to the room.Mr. Zhang, a fat man with a crew cut, saw Zhou Mao coming in and poured him a glass of beer.

"Tonight's highlight is about to begin, and I'm looking forward to it." He handed the beer to Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao took the beer.He didn't know what the highlight was at all, so he could only nod his head pretendingly.Picked up the glass and took a sip.

At this time, with a whistle, the door of the box opened.The men sitting on the sofa all looked towards the door, and saw a row of young boys in cool clothes coming in from the door and standing in front of the sofa in a row.

Zhou Mao's hand shook violently, almost spilling the beer.

What is this, what is this!Isn't this a common scene of duck selection in third-rate TV dramas? !Lu Xiao turned out to be this kind of person? !

Mr. Zhang saw Zhou Mao's surprised expression, and said with a smile: "Why is Mr. Lu so surprised? Didn't you propose to come here to play? I thought you were already familiar with the road."

Fuck.It turned out to be my own suggestion, Zhou Mao smiled awkwardly, and poured another sip of wine into his mouth.

The plot is too big.Although Lu Xiao was a bit domineering in Zhou Mo's novel, he was still an upright gentleman. How could he be prostitutes at the beginning of the story? !What can I do in this situation?

what to do?What else can I do.As soon as the plot came up, it became such a virtue, so I had to bite the bullet and leave.Zhou Mao collected himself, looked straight ahead, and tried to put on a calm expression.

The waiter who brought people in bowed to the man sitting on the sofa and said, "Bosses, these are the most popular boys here. Bosses, please choose the ones you like."

While drinking, Zhou Mao silently looked at the boys in front of him.The boys all looked quite young, most of them in their early 18s, 9s or 20s, and they looked different, but they were all very well-rounded and lovable-looking.

What a good child can't do well, so he has to do this.Although it is the world in the novel, Zhou Mao still couldn't help feeling sorry.

At this time, Zhou Mao felt a direct gaze shot at him.He turned his head and saw the boy standing at the far right of the line staring at him.

The boy was very good-looking, with fair skin and beautiful facial features. He had the heroic spirit of a boy but was a little weak.Zhou Mao quite liked this look.But the boy's undisguised staring at Zhou Mao made him shudder, and he couldn't help but look away, pretending to look at other boys.

The men sitting on the sofa have already begun to choose someone.The man in the suit chose a tall boy with wheat-colored skin, and Mr. Zhang chose a girl who looked like a girl.When they were done, the boys went to the sofa and sat down, clinging to whoever had chosen them.

"Mr. Lu, it's your turn." Mr. Zhang put his arms around the boy's waist and smiled ambiguously at Zhou Mao.

"Ding." The familiar voice sounded in Zhou Mao's ear again.The mechanical sound of the system also came at the same time.

"Options appear. Which boy to choose? A the one on the far left. B the one on the far right."

Zhou Mao took a look.Although he likes the look on the far right, it's really scary to keep staring at him with eyes that seem to eat him up.

Anyway, these boys should just sing and sing with me, and there shouldn't be any follow-up services.Zhou Mao stretched out his hand while thinking, pointing to the end of the line: "I want the one on the far left."

"Mr. Lu," a thin-cheeked man on the sofa smiled at Zhou Mao, "The one on the left is my old acquaintance, and I still want him to accompany me today. Can you choose another one?"

Naturally, Zhou Mao couldn't win people's favor. He hesitated for a while, pointed to a handsome boy in the middle and said, "Then I'll choose him."

"Ding. The option does not exist. Go back and choose again," the system said.

There was another white light, and there was a row of boys standing in front of Zhou Mao.System: "Options appear. Which boy to choose? A is the one on the far left. B is the one on the far right."

Zhou Mao: "......... In this way, I can only choose B at all?! This option is poisonous!"

He pointed helplessly at the boy on the far right who had been staring at him: "Just choose him."

There was no change in expression on the boy's face, he walked up to Zhou Mao without saying a word, and sat down beside him.

"Indus, don't be so rude!" The waiter looked at the boy and said angrily.Then he turned to Zhou Mao, and quickly changed his smiling face again: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, Wutong just came here today, and I don't have much experience yet."

"It's amazing, Mr. Lu, you have vision." The man on the sofa joked, "I picked a chick in the first election, you should take it easy."

Zhou Mao "haha" laughed twice.It's over, listen to what he means, what kind of child, I guess it will be more than just singing karaoke in a while, so what should I do.How can I meet my little shou!Zhou Mao thought desperately.

The people around him also chose their companions one after another.The waiter turned on the TV in the box, and several men reached out to take the microphone and began to sing.

The singing voice of the middle-aged man is really not very pleasant.Zhou Mao leaned against the cushion, observing while drinking.Mr. Zhang put his arms around the boy's waist and teased him in a low voice.Several other boys drink and punch with the men.And the man with the thin cheeks had already started to attack the boy beside him.

Zhou Mao coughed.He really didn't know what to do.The boy beside him was sitting upright, his beautiful eyes were staring at him without blinking, which made Zhou Mao panic.

Do as the Romans do.Zhou Mao thought, intending to reach out to wrap his arms around the boy's waist like other men, but found that the boy was only wearing a very short top, and his slender white waist was exposed in the air.His hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

The boy realized Zhou Mao's movements, he looked at Zhou Mao's hands, then at Zhou Mao's face, the corners of his mouth turned up, as if mocking his timidity.

Seeing this, Zhou Mao felt a little resentful.never mind.Zhou Mao thought that he would not lose a piece of flesh if he hugged him, so he put his arms around the boy's waist and let him lean against his side.

When Zhou Mao's hand touched the skin of the boy's waist, he felt the boy tremble visibly.Zhou Mao hesitated and wanted to let go, but the boy obediently fell into his arms.His soft hair rubbed against Zhou Mao's chin, making Zhou Mao's heart itch.

Although itchy, Zhou Maoren is still cowardly.He kept his arms around the boy and remained motionless until the people around him left with the boy he had chosen, and Zhou Mao realized that he should go too.

Now if I go for a walk on the street outside, I should be able to meet Zhou Qingyao who is lying on the side of the road.Zhou Mao thought.He patted the boy on the shoulder and stood up to bid farewell to leave, but was stopped by the waiter.

"Mr. Lu, are you dissatisfied with Wutong's service?"

Zhou Mao was taken aback: "No, I'm very satisfied."

"If Mr. Lu is satisfied, why don't you take him away?"

The waiter approached Mr. Lu and said in a low voice: "The rule in our store is that if the boss does not take the selected boy away, it will be considered that the boy has not served well, and he will be severely punished afterwards."

"What punishment?"

"There's no need for Mr. Lu to know about it. In short, he won't be able to receive guests for a few weeks."

This is a society ruled by law, right?How can there be such a shop that abuses teenagers?Should I call the police and have this shop closed?Zhou Mao thought.

"This method of death is prohibited," the system said.

Zhou Mao stuck out his tongue in his heart.That's right, if this shop dares to do this, it must have secretly colluded with other interests, maybe it's the underworld.I called the police to close the store, which is tantamount to suicidal.

He had no choice but to call the boy over and take him away.

Reminded by the system, Zhou Mao found his convertible sports car and sat in the driver's seat.Although he drank, he only took a few sips, not to the point of drunk driving.

The boy remained silent, and he opened the co-pilot's door and got out.

Zhou Mao started the car.The system has already told him the route home.The car was driving on the deserted road in the middle of the night, and the wind mixed with a faint salty smell hit Zhou Mao's cheek.

This is a seaside city.Zhou Mao thought silently.

Zhou Mao's home is on the top floor of a high-end apartment by the sea.Through the windows of the apartment, you can see the stretch of the coast.He walked in, hung his clothes in the closet, and looked around his home.He is very satisfied with the layout of his home: a spacious living room, a spacious bedroom, and more importantly, a very high-end fully enclosed kitchen.

The boy followed behind Zhou Mao and walked into the house without saying a word.

Zhou Mao asked the boy to sit down on the sofa, poured him a glass of juice, and hesitated whether to go out for a walk to see if he could meet Zhou Qingyao.

It's hard to do if you do.According to the plot, he should bring Zhou Qingyao home, but now there is already a boy in the family, and he is still a boy with very little clothes.What would Zhou Qingyao think of herself if she saw it?

Zhou Mao shook his head in distress.From the very beginning, he felt that the plot had nowhere to go.

"You are so strange." A voice said softly.

Zhou Mao followed the voice and looked.The boy sat on the sofa, drinking juice and watching him.His gaze is scrutinizing.It seemed to be Zhou Mao's illusion, he felt an inexplicable scorching heat in his eyes.

"You're so weird." The boy repeated.He put down his glass and spread his hands on his lap. "You don't do anything. You've been in a daze since just now."

Zhou Mao smiled, he felt more natural when there were only two people together.The boy sitting on the sofa is just a younger brother who is a few years younger than him.

He sat next to the boy, stroked his hair, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Sycamore." The boy replied.

"This is not your real name." Zhou Mao said.

"As a prostitute, you don't need to know my real name." The boy said coldly.

"Whore|guest?" Zhou Mao smiled, looking at the boy's young and plump cheeks, he couldn't help pinching him: "Just based on your attitude, you won't pay me if I go whoring."

The boy covered his face and stared at Zhou Mao.

"I won't do anything to you. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me my real name." Zhou Mao looked at the boy feeling a little funny, and said gently: "I'm not a bad person, and I'm not interested in such things. If you say you want to go back I will take you home, too."

After all, it would be too scumbag to do this kind of thing just after passing through.Zhou Mao thought.

The boy looked at Zhou Mao fixedly, as if something was flickering in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you your real name." After a moment of silence, he said softly, his eyes turned red for some reason. "Anyway, after today, it doesn't matter to us."

"My name is Zhou Qingyao."

The author has something to say:

Although Comrade Mao Mao has become an attacker through time travel, he is still affected in this story.

Then this is the story of a simple and domineering president's little wife. (However the title has betrayed me)