Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

Pass through the main market where many people set up stalls, and then turn a corner, and you will arrive at the entrance of Maoer Alley.The name was chosen by the locals, and Xiao Jiu even praised it several times as "cute".

This alley is narrow, with green brick walls on both sides.Usually the weather here is a little humid, and the moss and ferns on the wall are lush and lush, which makes people like it at a glance.The wind blows out from the depths of the alley, bringing with it some human fireworks.

Shang Chen patted Xiao Jiu on the shoulder, motioning him to go inside.

According to the positioning, the man Wu Sanli had been staring at before was nearby. However, judging by the living environment here, this man's family conditions may not be particularly good.

Behind the wall are the yards of many families, like neatly arranged square stories.The afternoon sun is finely sprinkled like gold powder on the leaves of the locust tree that has accidentally "exceeded the norm", making it look extraordinarily quiet and beautiful.

"For a hundred years, the heavens and the earth will regain their vitality, and the mountains and rivers will be unified and peaceful," Shang Chen stood still in front of a somewhat dilapidated wooden door, half-closed his eyes and shook his head, reading out the horizontal comment, "The country is peaceful and the people are safe."

"The writing is pretty good, vigorous and powerful, and the Spring Festival couplets are also very imposing." Shang Chen said, "It just doesn't match this broken door." He glanced at Xiao Jiu, lifted his somewhat long sleeves and gently knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a sound of walking through the door, and a fresh and handsome man appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, my son, what's the matter?" This somewhat thin young man had an elegant and quiet demeanor, with a rather bookish air. He saluted Shangchen and said unhurriedly: "My father is out. He, please go inside to rest for a while."

A light blue profile card shone faintly above his head.Having found the right person, Shang Chen was determined, and returned a salute after quickly reading his information.

"I am not here to find your father," Shang Chen fixedly stared at the young man's pale and thin face, and called out his name according to the information on it, "I came to find someone named "Zhou Zhi" son."

As we all know, from a poor family, he studied hard and rescued Wu Sanli from a group of gangsters by accident a few years ago, so he has a relationship with the target of the raid.Now I am preparing for the imperial examination, ten years of cold window, for this purpose.He is humble and kind, his conduct is upright, like a pine like a bamboo...

Shang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the introduction given by the system, combined with the couplet on the door; he firmly believed that this person would achieve a great career in the future, so he felt a desire to be close to him from the bottom of his heart. idea.

When Zhou Zhi heard that he was looking for him, he couldn't help but froze. He frowned, looked at Shang Chen subtly, and made a bow after confirming that he hadn't interacted with this young man anywhere, " Dare to ask the son is..."

"Oh, Murong Tang at Qinghui Teahouse." Shang Chen nodded and said, "I'm here to ask you something."

Murong Tang's name was well-known among the literati in Shangjing, and Zhou Zhi never thought that such a famous person would find him in this corner to discuss matters, so he became more respectful, stepped back and gave way, saying: "It's windy outside, Please, Mr. Murong, come into the house and talk."

Shang Chen nodded and followed him to the yard full of green bamboos.

"What? There is a poetry meeting tomorrow?" Wu Sanli put down the pipa in his hand, his almond eyes were flattened, and he said in a puzzled way: "But boss, didn't we just finish it yesterday? Can you not exhaust people to death?"

Shang Chen just rushed back from the outside, with a dry mouth, took a big sip of the tea poured by the waiter on the table, "It's not the same, it's not the same, there is a special person coming tomorrow."

Wu Sanli suddenly became interested, pulled the wooden stool and sat next to Shang Chen, all the bracelets on his arms jingled, "Who is it? Don't you go to make friends with some dubious people again, come back, Don't you remember Cheng Shuo last time? There was a poetry meeting, and I almost took all the things in the teahouse!"

Shang Chen coughed twice in embarrassment, waved his hands and said, "There is no need to repeat the past." He paused, and said to Wu Sanli mysteriously: "The person who came this time is quite different, he is a scholar with excellent temperament. .”

"Tsk, you're playing tricks again." Wu Sanli glared at him coquettishly, resting his chin on his slender arm, tilted his head and said, "It's so troublesome to write a poem, you don't know how tiring it is. Let me see, A scholar today, and a talent tomorrow, will definitely break my thin bones."

Looking at Wu Sanli's face, Shang Chen smiled and said, "That man is called Zhou Zhi, and he is the most generous scholar I have seen in so many years."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Sanli's face became abnormally pale, and even the light rouge he applied on his cheeks could not cover his abnormality.Shang Chen sat on the stool quite calmly, watching Wu Sanli's expression quietly from the corner of his eye.

"It has been detected that the favorability of the target has dropped sharply." Xiao Jiu frowned, and the program in his hand continuously issued red warnings, reminding that the favorability had dropped to 50.00%.He touched Shang Chen's arm to signal him to look at the question in front of him.

In the end, Shang Chen just raised his hand and pinched Xiao Jiu's neck, and softly replied in his mind, "Don't worry."

"This man... what's the name... I really haven't heard of it." Wu Sanli's gaze became erratic, he got up from the stool, and subconsciously wanted to get his pipa, but unfortunately his body remained motionless. Both hands hung down helplessly, twisting the gauze handkerchief.The corners of his mouth became a little dry, he licked his lips nervously and said, "Boss, where did you find this guy... he must be another liar, right?"

Shang Chen only put down the teacup in his hand a little playfully a second ago, and then pretended to be puzzled and said, "Oh? I just met this person today, and we had a good chat. Anyway, he will definitely come to this poem tomorrow." That's it, I've sent out all the invitations..."

"Also," Shang Chen tapped the table with his fingers. It was only a slight sound at first, but it startled Wu Sanli to tremble, and his eyes became more and more erratic.He said: "Xiliu, for tomorrow's song, you must choose a few good ones to sing. I boasted in front of him that you are the best singer in Beijing. You are not allowed to lose my position tomorrow."

"Well... I know the boss."

Shang Chen found out that since the name "Zhou Zhi" was mentioned, Wu Sanli has always been absent-minded, as if his mind has drifted away to the sky.This further shows that there must be a relationship between these two people, and it must not be as simple as "rescuing Wu Sanli from the gangsters" mentioned in the introduction.

After Wu Sanli agreed, he went home from the teahouse in a daze, his back was thin and thin, as if he would fall if the wind blows.Shang Chen watched him walk from the teahouse to the bright and bustling street, so he leisurely drank the last bit of tea in his hand.

Xiao Jiu sat down beside him, touched Shang Chen's arm once in a while, and said, "Tell me not to worry, then what are we waiting for?"

"Wait for Wu Sanli to figure it out." Shang Chen put down the teacup with a "dang", smiled and pinched Xiao Jiu's warm cheek and said, "The way he looks at Zhou Zhi is like...you looked at me before. "

While Xiao Jiu was still in a daze, he leaned over and sniffed the corner of Xiao Jiu's mouth and said, "It's not bad, the smell of jasmine tea."

A lingering and gentle kiss, Shang Chen yawned big when he left, and took Xiao Jiu's hand to the inner room on the third floor of the teahouse.

Usually, Murong Tang didn't live here often, but Shang Chen really didn't want to go back to his place, so he decided to sleep here as much as possible.

In the dark night, Xiao Jiu's body was extremely warm, he hugged Shang Chen's waist loosely, put his chin on Shang Chen's shoulder, took a deep breath, reluctant to change, as if he wanted to take Shang Chen's smell deeply Burn it into your body and become a permanent memory.

This is the most relaxing time of the day for the two of them. Shang Chen doesn't have to worry about tasks, and Xiao Jiu doesn't have to think about what happened in the headquarters, and those bad things about chips...

But if this matter is not resolved, he will not be able to find peace in his heart. It seems that there is a sword of Damocles hanging on it, and it will be chopped off at any time, and blood will fly all over in an instant.

People always worry about gains and losses when they get happiness.

0911 hugged Shang Chen tightly, afraid that if he let go, 003 would snatch Shang Chen from him.He has not actively contacted 0654 for a long time, and he has not received any news from the headquarters.But the recording he left for 0654 before he came back this time can definitely lead him to find those related things.All it takes is a matter of time.

But how much time do they have?Xiao Jiu buried her head deeply on Shang Chen's shoulder, making the latter chuckle.

"Hot..." complained coquettishly.

Then Shang Chen turned his head, held Xiao Jiu's cheek in the dark and kissed loudly on the cheek, saying: "Sleep well, and when this task is completed, brother will reward you well."

Xiao Jiu didn't speak, but just traced Shang Chen's eyebrows and eyes over and over again in the dark night when she couldn't see each other, "I like you, I like you very much."

"I know, I know everything." Shang Chen replied over and over again.

Today Shangchen said that Wu Sanli looked at Zhou Zhi with the same eyes as he looked at him...is that so?When I looked at Shang Chen, did it turn out to be glowing?

Xiao Jiu sniffed Shang Chen's neck intimately, and fell asleep in the familiar and peaceful smell.

It turns out that I love Shang Chen, and I also love the self who shines because I like Shang Chen.Xiao Jiu was half dreaming and half awake thinking.

It seems that Qinghui Teahouse should be familiar with the matter of organizing poetry meetings.

Early in the morning, the guys in the teahouse began to make arrangements.Where should the table be placed, where should the pastry be placed, what kind of tea should be cooked in which box... From big to small, there is no omission, it can be said to be in order.

When Shang Chen came down from the third floor yawning early the next morning, he saw such a busy scene and felt refreshed.

The passers-by passed up the stairs one after another, and each of them greeted him respectfully. Shang Chen responded one by one, and went down to the first floor to check on the situation.

They said they came to see the situation, but they actually came to observe Wu Sanli.

It's a pity that Wu Sanli, who had always come early, was absent today, and only after Shang Chen sat at the chess table and counted the black and white chess pieces on both sides boredly did he show his face belatedly.

"I have some things today, I'm late, the boss will take care of me." Wu Sanli hugged his pipa, hurried to the front of the hall to put it down, his expression was still not slowing down.

Shang Chen shook his hand generously and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Hey, Xiliu, why are you dressed so beautifully today?" A young man passing by just got off work, wiped off the sweat towel hanging on his shoulder, and said heartily, "It's better than that of the Drunken Fairy House." The girl's house is even more beautiful!"

Wu Sanli gave him an angry look, pushed the guy away and sat on the stool in the hall and said, "Will I not be pretty someday?"

After the hall was basically set up, a tall and thin figure appeared outside the door.Before Wu Sanli fanned the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, the figure spoke.

"Mr. Murong, I'm being polite." The voice was warm and warm like a warm stream. Zhou Zhi saluted respectfully outside the door before stepping into the door of the teahouse.

Shang Chen glanced at Wu Sanli, stood up quickly to greet him, and said, "Just come, don't be rigid."

The young man who entered the door slowly raised his head, and through the morning light, everyone saw clearly that face that was powdered and delicate.

Wu Sanli was stunned, the gauze handkerchief in his hand fell straight under the table, and the dark tide in his heart had turned into a huge wave.

He will never forget that face for the rest of his life, it is the appearance that lingers in his mind day and night, and is buried deep in his heart when he wakes up from a dream.