Shura Field Survival [Quick Transmigration]

On a dark and stormy night, Chen Zhi calmly opened the dialog box: "Brother, do you have any big writers who write about princes, princesses, devil knights, etc.?"

Xiang Xi, who received the news on the other side, was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Isn't it you."

He suddenly remembered Gong Wuming's words of no expectation not long ago, and felt his face ache for a while.

Over there, Chen Zhi said with certainty: "Use clichéd love to perform a wonderful school celebration."

Xiang Xi: "...I fucking believed in your evil."

However, there is no doubt that Chen Zhi hurriedly finished the news and slipped away: "Look at senior brother, you don't have a clue. Since you have the main characters, then senior brother, go find these actors, and I'll find the script!"

After finishing speaking, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no one was found for a day.

After reacting, Xiang Xi got out of bed and ran to the next door to have a look. After asking again, he got the news that Chen Zhi had been discharged from the hospital.

After taking a shower and blowing his hair, Chen Zhi lay on the bed, turned on his phone and found that he had received a strange text message, which read: "Chen Zhi...it's me, I found your number by looking through the class information sheet, I forgot to say at noon, I got your book for you, and it is here with me now, when I come to the hospital tomorrow, I will bring the book to you, or I will give the book to Xu Xuan, let him give it to you."

Seeing the word noon, Chen Zhi's mind suddenly flashed Zuo Yu's slightly deep expression when he left.

"I've been discharged from the hospital." He typed, "We are in the same class, even if we don't see each other for a while, we will always see each other later, why did you give the book to Xu Xuan?"

The message over there came quickly, "I think...you will want to see him even more."

Chen Zhi's facial features frowned, "Wait, add WeChat."

After passing the verification, Chen Zhigai paused for the note, deleted Zuo Yu's name in a hurry, and typed the other two words.

With the lotus head portrait of "I'm autistic", Chen Zhi directly sent a voice, "Are you asleep?"

A computer was placed upright in front of Zuo Yu, and the steam from the coffee in the cup next to him rose slightly, lingering in the clean and tidy room.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, Zuo Yuzai listened carefully to every word, and felt that the voice was not a second, but a minute.

"Still writing." Just like this, he stopped typing, and he rarely replied a voice.

Speaking of it, Zuo Yu didn't like to communicate with people by voice, he would type all the things that could be solved by typing, let alone expect him to make any calls on the phone.

The sound filtered by the handset of the mobile phone seemed to be nothing special. However, due to the different transmission distance, Zuo Yu's voice was like a whisper in his ear. Before he finished listening, Chen Zhi covered one ear in horror.

His ears were a little itchy.

"Hey, that won't bother you."

Zuo Yu frowned slightly, feeling that Chen Zhi seemed to have something to say, but due to his clumsy communication skills, he seemed to block back what the other party wanted to say.

"I've finished writing." Zuo Yu closed the document and typed out words in the dialog box habitually. When he was about to send it out, he stopped and decisively deleted it.

"Is it so fast?" After listening to the voice, Chen Zhi rubbed his hands, eager to try, his fingers fluttered, and he also typed quickly.

Zuo Yu on the other side looked at the chat interface where no new messages or voices were sent, and his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a fist.

He clicked on his own voice, and his expression suddenly turned ugly. The tone of the conversation with Chen Zhi just now seemed to be a little lower, and it sounded very indifferent.

Zuo Yu pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a slight sense of powerlessness. Next time when the voice is uttered, let's listen to it first.

But at this moment, the chat interface in front of him slid, and a series of words from Chen Zhi suddenly popped out in a dialog box, "That's it, I want to ask you how to write an essay, that kind of essay—about the prince Western fairy tales about knights, princesses and demons, uh... how the plot will unfold and the like."

After scanning the text, Zuo Yu was silent for a moment, and said mercilessly: "Chen Zhi, do you want to write the script for the school celebration program?"

Chen Zhi: "..."

I didn't expect to be exposed so quickly, his purpose is too obvious.

Zuo Yu advised him: "Don't worry, there is still some time, you can think about it carefully."

Chen Zhi: "It's urgent, it's urgent! There are urgings from all directions..."

As the president of the drama club, I think there is a lot of work to do, and I can even imagine the pressure Chen Zhi is under at this time, so Zuo Yu quietly looked at the chat records, and confirmed: "You want Western fairy tales?"

Chen Zhi replied: "Well, this is the result of summarizing everyone's wishes."

Zuo Yu: "Okay."

Chen Zhi stared at the concise word "good" for a long time, surprised and pleasantly surprised: "You agree?"

Zuo Yu didn't know what expression was on that side, "See you in class tomorrow."

That seemed to be the case.

In addition to the issue of script selection, actors were also rejected.

The main members of the vocal music club and the drama club got together, and Zhou Xiuyue smiled and took the role of the prince, "I will treat it well."

If there is a script in hand, Gong Wuming can't wait to smash the script angrily and tear it up, "What? I play a devil?!"

Xiang Xi clapped his hands in satisfaction, and smiled: "You fit well, don't you?"

Chen Zhi, who was watching the play next to him, quietly glanced at Gong Wuming, thinking that he must write the devil in a horrible way.

Gong Wuming felt a chill on his back for no reason. Looking around, he found that Chen Zhi was looking at him. His face darkened immediately, and he habitually said with disgust: "What are you looking at? Is the script finished? Two hundred and five."

Chen Zhipi smiled bluntly: "Don't worry, the devil's box lunch will be ready soon."

Gong Wuming: "?"

In this way, the candidates for the roles of the prince and the devil were basically determined, but there was no one to play the knight and princess for the time being. Chen Zhi asked the drama club if anyone wanted to play the knight, and the result was a unanimous answer: "No, I refuse."

The threshold for the appearance of princes and devils is too high, and it is inevitable for those who play knights to have good looks. The boys in the drama club took a step back honestly.

Xiang Xi thought for a while and said, "Chief Chen, where's your bamboo horse Xu Xuan?"

Chen Zhi had a bad feeling.

Knowing that he was going to be invited to participate in a musical, Xu Xuan was taken aback at first, but then seemed distressed, "Huh? I want to know who will play the princess."

Chen Zhi was expressionless: "It hasn't come out yet."

Xu Xuan said, "I'm not interested in protecting other princesses."

Chen Zhi: "Oh, then which princess are you interested in protecting?"

Xu Xuan was so shy that he blushed for some reason, "You."

"……roll."

Angrily running to class, Chen Zhi adjusted his mentality that was about to explode, and stepped into the classroom.

In the second row in front, Zuo Yu was sitting there quietly, with the books needed for class neatly arranged beside him.

As if he didn't notice his approach, Zuo Yu lowered his head and flipped through a book, reading it seriously.

From the side view, Zuo Yu has an absolutely beautiful side face and a perfectly lined neck. Chen Zhi even thought that Zuo Yu could try the role of a knight or a prince, but on second thought...forget it.

Don't embarrass Zuo Yu, a socially impaired patient.

"Yo, good afternoon." He walked briskly over.

"Good afternoon." Zuo Yu closed the file in a panic.

Chen Zhi was puzzled.

He naturally sat down beside Zuo Yu, looked at the empty table in front of him, just as Chen Zhi was about to speak, Zuo Yu had already handed him the book from his hand and a pen.

This feeling that the other party knows what you want without opening your mouth...it's amazing.

Chen Zhi also didn't forget to take out the notebook he had prepared, and said solemnly: "Come on boss, teach me!"

His voice couldn't help being a little loud. It echoed in the huge classroom at this moment, and Zuo Yu could even feel the eyes of many around him looking over.

Chen Zhi turned his head and glanced at the other people behind him, and said arrogantly, "Don't even think about it, Zuo Xueshen is already my master alone."

After saying these words, Chen Zhi turned his head, and then he heard Zuo Yu beside him softly say, "Call me by name."

Chen Zhi was taken aback.

Zuo Yu looked at him sideways, with emotions in his black eyes that Chen Zhi couldn't understand at the moment, "Don't call me a student."

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhi smiled, "Good master."

Zuo Yu: "..."

He straightened his body as if nothing had happened, and tried his best not to look at Chen Zhi's smiling face, but the redness on his neck still revealed everything.

A hint of teasing flashed in Chen Zhi's eyes on the seat, he completely forgot what his original intention was, and only thought it was fun to tease Zuo Yu.

However, when he remembered his business, the class bell rang just in time.

The sitting position is not good, and I can't desert at all, so I can only bite the bullet and get through these two classes.

The last two classes in the afternoon were physical education classes, even so, Chen Zhi still stuck to Zuo Yu.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is very unusual for two people who have nothing to do with each other to come together suddenly.

Zuo Yu patiently gave Chen Zhi a few words, and tried to let Chen Zhi use his imagination to expand a paragraph slightly.

Zuo Yu: "Pigeons, feelings, hands."

Chen Zhi quickly said: "I am a pigeon player with no emotions."

Zuo Yu: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Yu: "Killer, money, benefit."

Chen Zhi even spoke faster: "I am a killer without emotion, not only without emotion, but also without money, only endless benefits can keep me alive, Amen."

Zuo Yu: "..."

On and on, when the get out of class was about to end, Zuo Yu in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Chen Zhi searched all over the playground but couldn't find it.

Could it be because he saw that he didn't have the talent to write scripts, the mud couldn't support the wall, and let the god of learning run away?

So full of doubts, when get out of class was over, Chen Zhi, who was about to sneak away to find Zuo Yu, was caught by the physical education teacher, "This male student, please help take the equipment back to the equipment room."

Chen Zhi sighed sullenly and picked up the volleyball hoop.

"Hey, let's help this classmate too."

Looking sideways, the one who was stopped by the teacher turned out to be Zuo Yu who had disappeared for more than ten minutes.

Chen Zhi walked up to Zuo Yu in surprise, and found that the other party even brought the school bag.

On the way to the equipment room, Chen Zhi didn't speak for a while, and the taciturn Zuo Yu obviously didn't know how to speak.

Finally, when he put down the equipment and freed his hands, Chen Zhicai asked, "Am I really not suitable for writing?"

Zuo Yu took a deep look at him without saying a word, and then took out a document similar to information from his bag.