The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

The young man shrank his head back with a blushing face, and after a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps accompanied by "Yes... Yes, please wait", and he went away.

Song Yuanzhou waited at the door for a while, and the young man came out with a wire of suitable thickness and length, and handed it to him.

Song Yuanzhou thanked him and went back to the opposite side.

The young man followed behind him in slippers.

As if not looking at Song Yuanzhou, the young man not only did not stutter, but also spoke very fast.

"Are you holding the wire to pick the lock?"

Song Yuanzhou imitated the way a master picks a lock in a film and television drama, and pushed the wire into the keyhole in a decent manner.

The young man squatted next to him, squinting his eyes curiously: "Wow, do you really know it? It looks cool."

As the young man's voice fell, there was a "click" of the iron wire of appropriate thickness, and it broke inside with a distorted figure.

Song Yuanzhou pulled out the remaining half root expressionlessly and said, "I can't, so I broke it."

The young man had probably never seen such a sand sculpture like him, and his face was full of shock.

Oh, it turned out not to be.

The young man was a little suffocated: "Then you are quite calm."

Song Yuanzhou never refused compliments, and while fiddling with the door lock, he replied, "Absurd praise, absurd praise..."

Song Yuanzhou used the remaining half of the wire to try to pull out the broken wire.

The young man was a little bored waiting beside him. Seeing that he was sweating profusely but making no progress at all, he was afraid that the other half of him would be broken inside, "It seems that he can't get out, and he needs to change the lock."

Song Yuanzhou stood a little frustrated, if it wasn't for the skirt on his body, he wanted to squat down and cry again.

The young man was still standing by and studying the keyhole. He was full of incomprehension about everything that happened today, for example, "Hey! Why didn't you ask me to borrow a phone and call a locksmith?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but Song Yuanzhou suddenly realized it when he said it.

That's right, why didn't he just borrow a mobile phone and make a call?

He turned his face away, with a sad face: "I just want to try my lockpicking skills, do you believe it?"

Song Yuanzhou's face itself was beautiful and non-aggressive, coupled with the sweet dimple at the corner of his mouth, a sweet breath rushed towards his face.

A pair of big eyes are full of tiny halos.

The young man was caught off guard by the beautification, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was inevitable that he made a mistake, so he could only turn his back and take out his mobile phone to help make a call.

While waiting for the locksmith to unlock the lock, Song Yuanzhou leaned against the door and asked him, "I said brother, I don't have a key, so I just came to the door and borrowed a wire to pry the door. Are you not afraid that I am a thief?"

The young man had a "what are you kidding" expression on his face: "We have seen it many times."

Song Yuanzhou had no previous memories, so he could only reply dryly, "It's...is it?"

The young man leaned against the wall on the other side: "Have you forgotten?"

Seeing the young man's aggrieved expression, Song Yuanzhou felt a rare sense of guilt for a moment, but before he could respond, the young man paved a step for himself, and walked away without waiting for Song Yuanzhou to speak down -

"It's no wonder that we have met face to face many times, and today is... the first time we have spoken. It's normal for you... not to remember me."

Song Yuanzhou smiled gently on the face, OS in his heart: Fortunately, fortunately, I am not familiar with it!

The locksmith came quickly, and Song Yuanzhou and the young man stood aside and waited for him to unlock the lock before replacing it with a brand new one.

"My name is Hu Qi, shall we add a WeChat message to each other?" The young man handed over a piece of paper with his mobile phone number written on it.

Song Yuanzhou took the paper.

"My name is Song Yuanzhou."

He is not familiar with the place here now, and knowing one more person can help him more.

Hu Qi waited for Song Yuanzhou to change the lock before reluctantly going back to his home.

Song Yuanzhou entered the door. This small apartment is only about 30 square meters. It looks like a simple bachelor apartment. The door is a simple kitchen, and there is nothing between the kitchen and the bedroom.

There is only a narrow passage between the end of the queen bed and the desk.

The half wall above the desk is a built-in bookcase, in which there are many books in an orderly manner, especially books related to cooking.

Song Yuanzhou likes cooking, and he has bought a lot of food books in reality.

There is even a small balcony next to such a small room.

The homeowner probably built a small bathroom on the balcony to save space.

The more Song Yuanzhou watched, the more frightened he became.

Everything here is so similar to him in reality.

But he remembered that no one with the same name and surname as him appeared in the book from the beginning to the end.

Song Yuanzhou closed the door, faced the floor-to-ceiling mirror standing by the bathroom wall, and took off the long skirt that made him wear awkward.

He turned sideways, revealing the peach blossom-shaped birthmark on his right buttock.

He wanted to confirm whether the current self was the real self.

He remembered that when he was young, he went to the river to touch fish and take a bath with a group of little monkeys with bare buttocks.

He is different from all the little boys. They run and play in the sun all year round, and their skin is all tanned. Only his skin is fair and delicate, like a noble young master raised by a rich family.

When taking a bath, the delicate crimson color on her right buttock is really eye-catching.

Children are curious and nasty unknowing age.

They only knew that Song Yuanzhou was different from themselves, so he would be looked down upon by everyone, and they patted the place with their muddy hands together, laughing at him as "thin skin and tender meat, a bitch chirping."

Children can be naive or cruel, and the delicate Song Yuanzhou cried loudly when he was bullied.

When he was young, he didn't understand. He thought everything was due to his own differences. He ran home crying, stole a fruit knife while the adults were not paying attention, and stabbed it under the birthmark.

He naively thought that if he cut it out with a knife, no one would laugh at him.

In the end, he passed out from the pain because the piercing was too deep, and a crescent-shaped scar that could not be removed was left in this place.

This scar cannot be replicated.

Song Yuanzhou looked carefully in the mirror, and sure enough, he saw the scar under the peach blossom birthmark that he remembered most deeply.

Song Yuanzhou gently stroked it with his thumb. This piece of skin was whiter than the surrounding skin, with a little bump, which was not smooth.

This... must be his own body.

But, how to explain that Song Yuanzhou never appeared in the book?

In the end, Song Yuanzhou thought, maybe the world in the novel and the "real" book are still different.The real world must be made up of many real people and things. If I have to explain, he is probably a passerby described by the author, right?

After confirming that it was him, Song Yuanzhou returned to the bedroom with the clothes he had taken off.

To the right of the bed stands a four-door wardrobe.

He wanted to wear refreshing men's clothes. He thought that he had endured enough shocks in the past two days, but he didn't expect that when he opened the cabinet, his jaw dropped from the shock of everything inside.

Song Yuanzhou's scalp was numb: "!!!"

Inside the cabinet was a flood of pink skirts and women's clothing of various colors.

Almost half of his body got into the closet, and he rummaged through all the clothes, but he couldn't find any men's clothes.

Is this... really his room?

According to his realistic habits, he would put things like documents and bank cards in the drawer of the bedside table.

He opened the drawer, and there was a pink wallet inside.

Why is the wallet also pink?

In addition to a few bank cards, there is also an ID card in the wallet, on which are clearly printed a youthful photo taken in high school. The teenager in the photo has clean eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a shy smile.

That's right...

It seems that this is indeed my room...

Song Yuanzhou sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly, and touched the mobile phone on the bed.

He still remembered to add the wechat messages of Qian Tezhu and the little brother who helped him just now. He saved the number and sent a friend request.

Song Yuanzhou took his wallet, put on the long silver dress that he took off, and called a car with his mobile phone. Since he didn't have one at home, he had to go to the mall to buy it now.

Song Yuanzhou didn't realize until he got in the car that he didn't seem to know the password either.

I wonder if it is exactly the same as my own password in reality?

He turned on his phone, found WeChat, and clicked on a relatively active group that had been sending messages.

Then sent a 100 yuan red envelope.

ok, it seems that this book has a bit of conscience.

Fortunately, the password is still the same.

[Your red envelope will be snatched within 3 seconds, Station Q - Xiao Naier is the king of luck. ]

After grabbing a round of red envelopes, the group became active again, and the group news that Song Yuanzhou just clicked on became 99+ again.

[I rely on!Did you buy a house in the group?So fast? ]

[Hmph, it's faster than you if you don't buy a house. If you want to buy a 5G package, you must believe it. ]

[Wow... Xiao Naier, why is you the king of luck again? Your luck is too good, right? ]

[That's right, Xiao Naier, you have been the king of luck so many times, giving out red envelopes, giving out red envelopes. ]

There are a bunch of agreeing people behind, probably because there are too many people agreeing, and Xiao Nai'er can't dive anymore.

[Shouldn't your point be that Tiantian actually gave out red envelopes? ! ! ]

[I went, patronizing to grab it, I didn't notice it was Tiantian, it really is, is it going to rain red? ]

[What's the matter @Q Station-Tiantian, did something good happen to you today? ]

Song Yuanzhou originally thought that Tiantian was just a nickname in the group, but when he saw someone tagging him, he suddenly realized that he was really called Tiantian in the group.

what? ?

Song Yuanzhou didn't pay attention at first, thinking that everyone with the Q station might be some kind of club or something, but when he saw the group looking up, his soul almost flew out of the nine heavens.

"Q station anchor group."

???

Bridge Bean Sack.

Why am I in an anchor group?

He quit the group chat and checked his friend list, and sure enough, under the "Q Station" label, he saw many Q station anchors and a Q station manager.

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

It doesn't matter if he travels inexplicably, here he also became the anchor for some inexplicable reason.

I￥#@%, I swear too much, and he is tired of talking.

and many more?

Song Yuanzhou thought of a cabinet of women's clothing at home, and he suddenly had a bad feeling?

Maybe he is not only an anchor, but also an anchor of a female clothing boss...

Is it too bad?

He just followed his heart and wrote a long review, and it was fine if he wrote it into the book without saying hello.

Now it seems that it is not only to punish him, but to punish him to death.

Song Yuanzhou silently glanced out of the car window.

There was a lot of traffic outside, and the crowd came out of one place and gradually merged into other intersections.

The road the wheels passed was probably sprinkled with water by the cleaning vehicle, and it was wet all the way, with the damp smell of being exposed to the sun.

Song Yuanzhou suddenly had a ridiculous thought in his mind:

If I jump off now, will I return to reality?