[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Several people in uniforms walked down the corridor.In the middle is a middle-aged man with gray hair. He wears a pair of thin glasses, his hair is neatly combed, and his bright eyes reveal a shrewd and capable aura.

The middle-aged man turned his head, saw Wu Nuo and Zhou Mao who were saluting, nodded slightly, and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Before Zhou Mao could react, Wu Nuo quickly replied, "For the glory of the sky!"

"For the glory of the sky." The middle-aged man smiled, and left along the corridor with the people around him.

"This is Patalna. It is the commander-in-chief of the Sky Faction." Zhou Mo introduced.

Zhou Mao tried his best to recall that there seemed to be such a character in Zhou Mo's novel, but it didn't appear many times, and it wasn't considered very important.At least it should have no effect on advancing or hindering the plot of the novel.

"Let's go." Wu Nuo patted Zhou Mao's shoulder, "Take a break, let's do physical training."

Gyms are boring, it's just running around a huge room and lifting dumbbells and stuff.Although Zhou Mao's body doesn't feel tired from these exercises, he feels bored in his heart.After exercising for a while, he talked to the coach and Uno, and left the training room to wander around on the boat.

The spaceship was very large and connected to several other ships. Zhou Mao walked along the corridor for a while, but still couldn't reach the end.However, although the corridor is long, the scenery is very similar: white walls, gray ground, invisible doors hidden in the walls.If it weren't for the different signs on the wall, Zhou Mao would only feel that he was walking in the same place over and over again.

There seemed to be a different scene ahead, Zhou Mao walked over quickly, it was a glass corridor, he had seen it outside.The four sides of the corridor are transparent, and even the feet can be seen through.

Zhou Mao walked up the corridor, feeling a little nervous.He looked down at his feet. Under the cover of a few thin clouds and mist, there was an endless dark gray ground.

Zhou Mo was right.Zhou Mao thought.All places on the surface are covered with a defensive wall.The people on the ground are also fighting.

A man dressed as a researcher in a white gown stopped and turned around after passing by Zhou Mao, and smiled at Zhou Mao.

"Don't be dazed on the corridor, Sailuo." He said, "When attacking below, the corridor is the most vulnerable place and can be easily interrupted. The reason why the ground is designed like this is to prevent people from staying longer."

He patted Zhou Mao on the shoulder, "You're one of our most proud works, it's fine if we die, but many people will cry when you die."

Although Zhou Mao felt that the words were unpleasant, he nodded politely to the researcher and left the corridor.

He went back to the training room after another round on the other spaceships.The life of the residents of the sky should be very monotonous.After a trip, Zhou Mao didn't find any space for entertainment.He did find the library's sign on the wall, but he couldn't find the place to enter.

After the physical training, Zhou Mao separated from Wu Nuo and conducted separate shooting training.After the training, he simply ate some not-so-delicious dinner and returned to his room.

Looking at the empty walls and tables, Zhou Mao couldn't help sighing.If he was really allowed to live here for the rest of his life, he would probably be bored to the point of madness.The projection on the wall still shows the weather conditions.Zhou Mao stretched out his hand and touched the right side of the projection, and the program in the projection was changed.

What is playing now should be a historical program. Although the voice of the anchor is dull and drowsy, it is better than the weather forecast.Zhou Mao was lying on the bed, casually listening to the program introducing the development history of this city flying in the sky.He inadvertently passed the seam between the mattress and the bed frame, and touched something hard.

Zhou Mao bent down and pulled the thing out from under the mattress.He found that it was a photo album with a flat and clean cover and wrapped in a thin plastic film. It must be a treasured item of Sai Luo.

Zhou Mao opened the album, which contained some very beautiful photos of natural scenery.The calm ocean, the shimmering forest, the grassland full of wildflowers, and the starry night sky.

Zhou Mao stroked the coated paper with his fingers, and couldn't help but think of the scene of the battle in the morning.If the entire ground was covered by fortifications built by humans, then the grasslands and forests would have disappeared in this world long ago.The pictures in the album should be novel and beautiful to Sai Luo, and he must yearn for it, so he cherishes this book so much, but he will never have the chance to see it.

"...Since then, the people in the sky and the earth have been divided into two factions. They fight each other and never stop." In the projection, the expressionless commentator recited in a cold voice.

Zhou Mao sighed and stuffed the album back under the mattress.Although he had returned to Britain in the early twentieth century and experienced the apocalypse, there had never been a world that gave him such a cold and inorganic feeling as he did now.

He slowly lay flat on the bed, listening to the voice in the projection, feeling a little lonely for some reason.

He thought of Zhou Mo.

"Momo," he called his sister's name in his mind, and asked, "What were you doing when I didn't time travel in?"

"Do nothing, just stay." Zhou Mo said.

"Aren't you boring?"

"Boring. But it's better than being in reality." Zhou Mo paused, "It's too lonely in reality."

"Are you lonely..." Zhou Mao pondered, "But some classmates came to see you a few days ago and said they were waiting for you to go out and read your novel."

"With friends and readers, it shouldn't be so lonely."

"No." Zhou Mo denied, "They just like to read what I write, not me. I have no friends."

"Isn't what you wrote a part of you?" Zhou Mao said lightly. Seeing that Zhou Mo didn't answer, he continued: "Actually, there are many people around you who like you and care about you."

"Not many." Zhou Mo said.

Zhou Mao smiled, "You have to be more confident. Momo." He said, "If there are really many people who like you and regard you as a friend, but you feel that you have no friends and are lonely, those who like you will also It will be very sad."

"It's better to go back to reality and see if there are many people around you who really care about you. If not, it's not too late to come back." He said softly, "You can choose to go to any place you like and suit you. In the world, I will support you."

He quietly waited for Zhou Mo's reply.After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mao heard his sister's small voice coming from his mind.

"Brother, do you like me?"

"Of course I like it." Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing, "I like you the most in the whole world."

"...I'm not worthy of your liking." Zhou Mo hesitated, and said hesitantly, with a bit of crying in her voice. "I'm terrible."

"I know my brother is the best to me. I am afraid that someone will take my place in your heart. So when I know someone likes you, I try to destroy it. You don't know anything. I have stopped about 6 or 7 I have confessed to you personally."

Zhou Mao: "...Is what you said true, Momo..."

"It's true." Zhou Mo whimpered, "Brother Hanze likes you. I also like him very much and think he is very suitable for you. I know that if he confesses to you successfully, even if he transfers schools, I can It's great to see you two. But I still can't help it, I'm afraid you'll ignore me if you make a boyfriend. So I..."

"I think you are so kind, brother. Although I am afraid that you will be taken away, I still think that someone should love you well. That's why I wrote these novels with you as the protagonist..."

When Zhou Mao heard this, he just thought it was funny.If Zhou Mo was by his side, he really wanted to pull her into his arms and touch this awkward little sister's hair.

"Are you loving me in those novels?" Zhou Mao said with a smile, "I'm going to be physically and mentally exhausted with that kind of plot."

"Uh... so I'm sorry... I was young and ignorant..." Zhou Mo whispered.

"It's nothing." Zhou Mao said softly with a smile, "Although it's a bit too much for you to keep people from confessing to me. But I can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have met him.Zhou Mao thought.

He raised his head, carefully searching for Zhou Mo's subtle reaction in his mind.

"Momo, do you... want to go back to reality?" He asked cautiously.

Zhou Mo was silent for a while. "If you go back, will you stay with me like in these worlds?" She asked in a low voice.

Zhou Mao laughed. "I have already quit my job in S City, and now I am your school teacher." He said, "After you go out, I will chase you every day and ask you to do the questions. You have to watch me if you don't want to."

When Zhou Mo heard the news, she excitedly cheered in Zhou Mao's mind for a while.Listening to her happy voice, Zhou Mao couldn't help but become more gentle.

He waited for Zhou Mo's voice to stop, and then said slowly: "Momo, I know you are very attached to me. Because I am your only brother. But have you ever thought that people must keep moving forward and cannot always stagnate In one place. Farewells come sooner or later, and you need to grow up saying goodbye to old people and meeting new people.”

"If you encounter difficult things and strangers, you just want to retreat to your familiar environment, it is impossible to grow up."

"I don't want to grow up." Zhou Mo moaned.

"Don't want to grow up?" Zhou Mao laughed, "If you don't grow up, how do you read R|1|8? You wrote yellow mosquitoes at a young age, and I haven't educated you yet!"

"...Brother," Zhou Mo said after being silent for a while, "I know what you said makes sense. I also think it's self-willed to stay in my own world. But..." She swallowed. "I'm not ready to go out. Can... let me think about it again?"

Zhou Mao smiled. "There's no need to ask me." He said softly, "Just decide for yourself."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.Zhou Mao opened the door and saw Wu Nuo standing at the door.He smiled and looked at Zhou Mao with enthusiasm in his eyes.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Wu Nuo's words were so direct that Zhou Mao looked at him blankly for a moment.

"No." He reflexively refused.

Seeing Wu Nuo's eyes flicker, Zhou Mao couldn't help but raise his heart slightly. "...I feel a little tired today." He explained quickly, while carefully observing Uno's expression.

Fortunately, Uno does not seem to be a character who likes to force others.After a trace of uneasy expression drifted away, he gently touched Zhou Mao's cheek.

"That's good. Go to bed early and take care of your body." After saying these words, he turned and left, entering his room.

"You shouldn't refuse." Zhou Mao turned and retreated to his room, hearing Zhou Mo's voice. "This doesn't fit the plot."

"I don't want to sleep with him." Zhou Mao replied.

"But he is your lover. Isn't it normal to sleep together?" Zhou Mo said. "In the previous story, didn't you just sleep when you said you were going to sleep?"

Zhou Mao didn't speak.After a while, he parted his lips slightly.

"It's different," he said.

"Stop talking, Momo."

The author has something to say:

As soon as I write about this kind of subject matter, I become a middle school student!

And the author encountered a shocking crisis!this world!it turns out!Three chapters have been written!However!A real attack!Still not showing up!

Hopeless!But there is no way!In short, find a way to get Zhou Mo back first!

ah!I am such an unreliable author!