[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao thought back to the plot of Zhou Mo's novel that Jiang Hai retold to him.The protagonist of the novel is an ordinary boy who is a fan of a famous idol.The novel mainly describes the process of him getting acquainted with and getting to know his idol in the process of chasing stars, and finally entering the entertainment industry himself, and falling in love with his idol.In the end, the plot is still a bit bloody Mary Su, but it is not as serious as the first story, and Zhou Mo's detailed description is closer to reality.

It shouldn't be so hard this time.Zhou Mao thought.He felt that the power added to his body was gradually disappearing, and the surroundings became quiet, so he slowly opened his eyes.

The long hair covered Zhou Mao's sight, and when he pushed his hair away, Zhou Mao saw a very normal ceiling. He turned his head and found himself lying on the bed in a small bedroom.The bedroom is neat and clean, similar to your own room.

"You're back!" A familiar male voice sounded in Zhou Mao's head, with some joy in his tone.

"I'm back." Zhou Mao replied with a smile, sitting up from the bed at the same time: "Do you miss me very much?"

"Why did you come back?" The narrator is obviously very happy, but still has some doubts: "I thought the last world had tormented you enough that you wouldn't even want to enter it again."

Zhou Mao hesitated for a moment, but still told the narrator exactly what Jiang Hai said to him and the reason why he traveled again.

"So I also need your help," Zhou Mao said, "If you find anyone who may be Zhou Mo's consciousness, please tell me immediately."

"Okay okay." The narrator seems to be nodding.

Zhou Mao stood up and began to observe the situation in the room.

"Then I'll start working." The narrator is about to read the narration: "Zhou Mao is a..."

"Actually, there is no need..." Zhou Mao interrupted the narration. "This time I have fully understood the plot, so I probably know when and how to react, and there is no need for narration to describe and explain."

Zhou Mao originally thought that the narration would feel a little lost, but he didn't expect it to say in a happy tone in an instant: "That's great! In the last world, I always had to talk about the background introduction, scene description and character's psychological activities. I'm so exhausted! I can finally eat melon seeds and watch a movie!"

Zhou Mao felt amused: This narration is too lazy.The image created by Zhou Mo is really interesting.He laughed and said, "Do you have melon seeds to eat?"

"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor!" The narrator said, "To describe my leisurely life in the future."

Zhou Mao looked around.This is a fairly normal bedroom, except that there are a lot of posters on the wall.The posters are all about a very handsome man.

"This is the object of my story?" Zhou Mao looked at the face on the poster.This face is very similar to the male star Zhou Mo had a crush on when he first entered junior high school.It is estimated that most of the reasons why Zhou Mo wrote this novel are also because of him.

"Who are you talking about? Young people should not use words like old people." The narrator complained.Zhou Mao smiled, still looking at the poster, and sighed: "I also want to time travel to become a handsome guy. Experience the life of a handsome guy, and feel what it feels like to be liked by many girls."

"Give up." The narrator said decisively. "With your personality, even if you transmigrate into a handsome guy, you will still be a long-winded handsome guy."

Zhou Mao pursed his lips and said, "You can't talk so badly, if I become a handsome guy, maybe I will think 'I am so handsome, others will take advantage of me when I talk', so I will keep my mouth shut. "

"How is that possible?" The narrator hummed with a laugh. "Look at you, you are still standing at home with me. Have you read the novel? Do you know what to do now?"

"What should I do..." Zhou Mao thought for a while, then remembered: "That's right! Pick up the plane!"

In Zhou Mo's novel, the protagonist Zhou Mao, as a small fan, is very attentive to his idol.The pick-up and drop-off support activity visits never fail.And the whole story started when Zhou Mao ran to pick up the plane.

"What time does his plane arrive?" Zhou Mao asked the narrator.

"09:30," the narrator replied.

Zhou Mao looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 8:45.Not knowing where he lives is far from the airport, Zhou Mao hurriedly washed up, put on his clothes, shook his long hair on his forehead, and went out.

Zhou Mao lived in a high-rise apartment building. When he got out of the elevator and walked to the street, he found that the outside environment was basically the same as the reality.Walking through the alleys, you can see the endless stream of people and vehicles.The high and low scattered houses and the shops facing the street are all familiar sights to Zhou Mao.Zhou Mao was even sure that the grocery store across the road was the one he and Zhou Mo often went to.

Zhou Mao touched his pocket and found that he had a wallet with a lot of money in it.He confidently reached out to stop the car and asked the driver to drive directly to the airport.

In the car, Zhou Mao asked the narrator nervously: "What do you think if I am late for the pick-up?"

"What else can I do?" The narrator seemed to spread his hands: "Same as last time, if being late this time has a great impact on the subsequent plot, just go back to the beginning."

Zhou Mao shrank his neck, leaned towards the driver's seat, and said to the driver: "Master, drive faster, I have something urgent to do at the airport."

"Oh, no hurry, no hurry, drive safely." The driver was not in a hurry to make money like ordinary taxis, and said with a smile, "Look, it's almost here." He pointed out the window, and Zhou Mao saw the terminal building figure.

"It's so close." Zhou Mao sighed, "It feels like I've been driving for 10 minutes."

Looking at the planes flying up from time to time in the sky, Zhou Mao felt a sense of intimacy.Zhou Mao's family lived very close to the airport a long time ago, and they could often hear the roar in the sky.After his father died, the family moved near Zhou Mao's school.Zhou Mo was only 4 years old at that time. Zhou Mao thought that she would not have many memories of her hometown. However, in this world, Zhou Mao discovered that the sound of those planes flying by was actually deeply imprinted in Zhou Mo's consciousness.

"Here we are." The driver's words pulled Zhou Mao back from his thoughts.He paid to get out of the car and ran into the terminal, looking dazed.

"Which flight should I pick up?" Zhou Mao asked the narrator.

The narrator seemed helpless: "Look at your memory. From T city to B city, E8 arrives at the entrance."

"Okay, okay, thank you for the narration!" Zhou Mao said, and hurried to E8.A lot of people have gathered at the arrival gate, there are normal people who pick up passengers, but more are young girls, probably all of them are here for celebrities.Zhou Mao looked around, but he didn't find any men.It's still a bit shameful for him to be squeezed into the crowd of girls by himself, but in order to complete the plot, he can't think so much.Zhou Mao looked around for a gap, and got into the middle of the crowd.

In the process of drilling, Zhou Mao accidentally bumped into a person, he apologized hastily, but when he looked up, it was actually a boy.The boy was handsome and handsome, but he was not angry when he was bumped by Zhou Mao, but he just asked Zhou Mao to be careful.

Zhou Mao nodded again and again, and apologized a few more times.He glanced ahead.The crowd in front is even more crowded, and it is estimated that they will not be able to squeeze in.Zhou Mao simply stood by the boy's side.

The star did not appear for a long time, and Zhou Mao fell asleep between people.Suddenly, commotion started around.Zhou Mao shuddered and woke up.He saw a group of people coming out of the station: a dozen girls surrounded a few people, one of them was wearing sunglasses and looked serious, and the others looked like managers or assistants. Expressionless.

The man with sunglasses should be Hao Kaixin himself.Zhou Mao thought.The girl next to him was very excited and started to call his name loudly. Zhou Mao just wanted to laugh: because the pronunciation really sounded so happy.The idol that Zhou Mo likes in reality is called Hao Jun, and Zhou Mao laughed at this name in front of her more than once.In the novel, Zhou Mo specially changed his name, but it didn't get much better.

Hao Kaixin pursed his lips and walked through the crowd without saying a word.Seeing this, Zhou Mao took a deep breath, and shouted from his dantian, "Hao Kaixin, I love you!"

Zhou Mao's voice was very loud, and his male voice was particularly obvious among the female voices.Hao Kaixin slowed down a little, and the corner of his mouth moved imperceptibly.

Zhou Mao didn't notice it, thinking that Hao Kaixin didn't hear it, so he yelled a few more times.Until the narrator stopped him: "Stop, stop! What are you doing!"

"Call him by name." Zhou Mao was at a loss, "Isn't that how you pick up the plane?" He looked in Hao Kaixin's direction, but he didn't look back at himself, but a man beside him, probably a manager, He glared fiercely in Zhou Mao's direction.

"The problem is not picking up the plane." The narrator said, "Is Zhou Mao the kind of person who likes to yell casually? Have you read novels?"

"To be honest, I listened to other people's retelling, because I was afraid that I would be drawn into the novel again." Zhou Mao replied: "But isn't Zhou Mao's character very lively? Wouldn't he volunteer to sing on the same stage with Hao Kaixin later on? Then he took the initiative to live in his house, and then took the initiative to climb up..."

"Who told you that!" Zhou Mao could feel that the narration's voice had lost its strength. "Zhou Mao's personality is very calm. Star chasing is always 'satisfying from watching silently from afar'!"

Zhou Mao was a little puzzled: "Really? Then Dr. Jiang lied to me! Why did he do such a thing? It's not good for him."

"I don't care who Dr. Jiang is." The narrator said: "You need to follow Zhou Mao's character setting, don't OOC casually, otherwise you will be kicked back to the beginning."

"Then what should I do now? I've been OOC once." Zhou Mao asked guiltily.

"Let's take a look first." The narrator said helplessly: "If it doesn't affect the plot much, you can ignore it. But you have to be careful in the future."

Zhou Mao nodded.Seeing that the crowd had already chased Hao Kaixin away, he didn't bother to follow, so he took a taxi and went home.In the car, the narrator complained: "Look at your novel reading like this, don't I have to work and read the narration again."

Zhou Mao smiled and said: "If you really don't want to, then you don't need it. I still know the general plot, and I will check with you later. If something goes wrong, just remind me."

Zhou Mao returned home, checked the plot with the narrator briefly, and then began to prepare gifts for Hao Kaixin's birthday party.

Hao Kaixin returned to City B this time mainly for the birthday party.This birthday party is in the nature of thanking fans, tickets are free, but if fans want to give Hao Kaixin a gift on stage, it needs to be decided by lottery.But Zhou Mao was lucky and got one of the few spots.

In reality, Hao Jun also held a similar birthday party, but he had to collect money.Zhou Mo wanted to go very much, but at that time the family's finances were a little tight, so Zhou Mo thoughtfully didn't mention it.However, she asked Zhou Mao to help him share the birthday party information on social networking sites. It is said that after sharing how many times, she can participate in the lottery and get a front row ticket for the birthday party.

Zhou Mao happened to have a classmate who was a cadre of Hao Jun’s fan support club. Seeing Zhou Mao sharing this information, he kindly reminded him, saying that the infield tickets would be black boxed to acquaintances in the end, and sharing was useless.Zhou Mao couldn't bear to see Zhou Mo's disappointed expression, so he secretly asked someone to buy a birthday party ticket, and lied to Zhou Mo that it was a lucky draw.

Holding the ticket, Zhou Mo happily started to make a gift for Hao Jun.After thinking about it, she finally decided to make a cake. This is a gift that does not cost much and can express her heart.However, Zhou Mo's cooking skills are really bad, and every time it comes out of the oven, it is a shapeless lump.Zhou Mao couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped Zhou Mo make a cake with his own hands, baked it fluffy and soft, bought butter, mounted flowers and fruits, and decorated the cake more beautifully than the ones sold outside.Zhou Mo was very happy. On the day of the birthday party, she happily left home with the cake.

Zhou Mao didn't know what would happen on his birthday.When he came home, he saw the cake box was thrown messily in the trash can in front of his house.He secretly opened the door of Zhou Mo's room, and saw Zhou Mo lying motionless on the bed, and Hao Jun's posters on the wall were torn off.He closed the door gently, walked into the kitchen, made another cake with the remaining ingredients, and knocked on the door to let Zhou Mo come out to eat.

Zhou Mo walked out of the room, sat down at the dining table, and stuffed the cake into her mouth with a dull expression. "It's delicious." She said, "Sure enough, everything my brother makes is delicious." After that, she lowered her eyes, as if trying to hold back the tears, but big drops of tears still flowed from her chubby face. slip down.

"Brother, what did I do wrong?" Zhou Mo cried and said this sentence, sobbing in a low voice, without saying any more.

Zhou Mao didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hold Zhou Mo in his arms and stroke her hair.

That day was also Zhou Mo's birthday. Zhou Mao wanted her to spend it happily, but he didn't expect it to be like this.In the end, he didn't even say happy birthday to Zhou Mo.