Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

The sun rose slowly, and the sunlight began to seep in through the white curtains, shining on the clear sleeping face.

It wasn't until the whole body was baked and warm that Qingqing half-closed his eyes, his brown hair turned golden in the sunlight, and the blue sheet slipped off his body, revealing the pajamas with Doraemon printed on his body.

The whole body is warm and harmonious, and Qingqing has not even recovered from the last world, and soon the memory of the original owner is like a steady stream of water flowing into his mind.

He got out of bed barefoot, bumped into something on his shoulder as he staggered around.

"Clatter——" The stacked books collapsed in an instant like a tower, falling to the ground and even raising dust, and the powdery particles could be clearly seen flying wantonly in the sunlight.

Qinglang stood in the middle of the books all over the floor, with an innocent face. He stepped over the books carefully, stepped on the few blank spaces, and managed to reach the bathroom with great difficulty. He glanced back, scratched his head and muttered, "Forget it." It's gone... anyway, it will be back to normal tomorrow."

He stretched out his hand to catch the water from the faucet, and splashed it on his face. The cold water made people instantly refreshed. After washing up, Qingliang opened the door and walked out.

The one-bedroom, two-living room looked clean and tidy. He went to the kitchen and put a pot on the gas stove to boil water. He took out two eggs from the refrigerator and put them aside. intonation.

"Oh, that's right!" Qing Lang raised his eyes and glanced at the time on the wall clock, as if thinking of something, he hurried to the landline, and stretched out his hand just as the landline rang.

"Xu Zhe, good morning! I won't be going to the party today." Before she could say anything, Qing Lang jumped out quickly.

"...Damn! Who exposed the rumors? Did you stop treating me as a brother and won't come to the party?" Xu Zhe obviously choked for a moment, but he quickly said the words. It was in vain to get excited.

"I've already given you face..." Out of the corner of Qinglang's eyes, he saw white mist billowing from the kitchen, "You remember today, don't drive by yourself, or wait for me to go to the hospital to see you."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and ran back to the kitchen. The water in the pot was already boiling. He put the eggs in, waited for 5 minutes to turn off the heat, and put the hot eggs into the bag. He didn't even have pajamas Instead, he left the house directly.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, and it's time for the students to go to school. When passing by the nearby school on a clear day, you can still hear the sound of reading aloud.

He squatted down against the wall of the school, his fair face was dazed in a daze, and a bunch of brown hair was curled up, swaying left and right with the breeze.

In fact, Qinglang found it very interesting after learning about the memory of the original owner. He thought it would be a very strange experience to be a ghost or a psychopath, but he underestimated the extent of Chen Zhong's cheating.

"Little Doll……"

Hearing the voice, Qing Lang raised his head, and was not too annoyed by the name. The original owner was wearing cartoon pajamas. Although he was 24 years old, he was thin and not tall, with a pair of big round eyes that were black and bright. His appearance is covered with a layer of watery light, which makes it easy for people to have a good impression of him.

In front of him was an old man. His clothes were patched in many places, but he still couldn't hide the shabbyness of the clothes. He had a bitter face, and his wrinkled face was even older. He trembled. He stretched out his hand toward Sunny.

"I haven't eaten for many days, please give me some money to buy something to eat."

Qing Qing just looked at him without saying a word. He knew that the old man hadn’t eaten for many days as he himself said. He knew that the old man’s family was even better than some low-level people. He knew that the old man was actually very healthy.

All this is because it is not the first time he and the old man have met, but the old man does not know.

Of course, the old man didn't know that he had used his love to gain benefits time and time again.

"Grandpa, you are so pitiful..." Qinglang also frowned, picked up the bag and stuffed it into the old man's outstretched hand without hesitation, and continued to say righteously, "I don't have any money. What, I'll keep these two eggs for you to make up for."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, turned around, maintained a dignified posture that concealed his achievements and fame, and left without a trace.

"..." The old man who stayed behind looked on helplessly, holding two boiled eggs in his hands, which were extremely hot.

Qingqing came to a restaurant called "Green Tea", and when she opened the door, the wind chimes hanging above made a crisp "ringing—" sound.

The appearance of wearing pajamas attracted many people's surprised eyes. He didn't pay attention to it, but just chose a corner and sat down, turning his eyes and looking around, looking like a naughty boy who ran away from home.

The waiter walked over slowly. Although his eyes were not very enthusiastic, he still bent down and put the menu on the table politely, "Hello, what do you need?"

Qing Lang didn't open the menu, just grinned, and opened his mouth to say a few names, "Give me a pineapple bun with ice and fire, baked mushrooms with cheese and seafood curry crispy rice rolls, that's all."

What he said was the signature dish of this restaurant. The waiter was a little surprised on the spot, because he had never seen this young man come to the restaurant before, and he still used such a familiar tone, but out of professionalism, he quickly reacted, Write down the name of the dish.

"OK, wait."

The waiter turned and left, Qinglang looked up at the clock.

9 points.

Soon... With a smile on Qing Lang's face, he was counting the time in his heart. He was waiting for someone, someone who might help him complete this obsession.

The original owner was a college student who had just graduated. Like most people, he was supposed to embark on a solid job in the society, find a partner, and confess his life like this.

But all the normal time rules have an accident at the age of 24.

Without any warning, the original owner found that his time was frozen on February 2th. No matter what he did, he would fall asleep at 24 o'clock in the evening and wake up at 12 o'clock in the morning, repeating the life of this day.

The original owner was also flustered. He consulted various books about the law of time, and even posted a post asking for help. During that time, he tried everything except death.

But every time it returns to the origin.

Gradually, the original owner, who is a senior otaku, also began to adapt to this kind of life, and his life goal degenerated from all kinds of trivial things in life to just being happy.

No matter what the cost, as long as you are happy.

Finally, at 9:30, the doors of the restaurant were opened again.

"Ring Ling—"

A man walked in. He was very tall, and his black clothes and trousers set off his slender figure. When he walked, his long legs looked like a model walking on a catwalk. He wore a black mask and covered a large part of his face. Sunglasses, chose a more secluded location like Qingliang.

At this time, there were not many people in the restaurant after the meal time, and the man did not attract the attention of others. When the waiter approached him and asked to order, Qing Qing saw that he was still lowering his peaked cap, and soon the waiter wrote something on the list and turned away. .

Qing Qing knew what the man ordered.

A cup of hot coffee.

[ah!God is here!God is so handsome!Great coffee! ]

The cry from the depths of the soul is the original owner. It is not surprising that the fusion of the soul is clear. From the strategy given by Chen Zhong, the original owner's wish is to spend every day happily, but this is obviously not the current obsession.

【You come here every day just to see Xue Chu? 】

Xue Chu is a well-known actor who has acted in many movies. The original owner fell in love with him after watching a few of his movies.

He is always paying attention to Xue Chu's daily activities. Coincidentally, the other party was actually filming near him at that time, and he will drink coffee in this restaurant at this time.

From that moment on, the original owner had the same repetitive things in his life, look at the male god.

But he obviously started to feel dissatisfied, so the sunshine came.

Qinglang chose to come here because of his memory, and as expected, without him taking the initiative to communicate, the original owner appeared in a hurry.

[Yes!Do you think the male god is handsome!ah!Look at him drinking coffee, so handsome! ]

At this time, the waiter also served the dishes ordered by Qing Lang. To be honest, the food that he had tasted a hundred and eighty times was really unappetizing. Looking at Xue Chu, I saw that the other party took off his mask, lifted the coffee cup, pressed his thin lips against the rim of the cup, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, elegant and damn sexy.

Qing Lang's throat also moved, and while his mouth was dry, he took a sip of orange juice, which relieved a lot in his mouth, but the fire in his heart seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

He felt that even if Xue Chu didn't drink coffee, any casual behavior could arouse the screaming nymphomaniac of the original owner. There is no doubt that this is the basic quality of a fan of brain damage.

[Then what is your obsession now? 】

Qinglang grabbed the pineapple bun and took a bite. The crispy skin and the warm and soft bread underneath were delicious. He squinted his eyes as if enjoying himself, and his brown hair was softly attached to his ears. He looked very much like a cat. Hungry cat.

In front of Xue Chu, there was only hot coffee with a strong aroma, and the hot steam hovered in the air mistyly, and finally disappeared.

The original owner didn't make Qing Lang wait too long, and soon his voice came from the depths of his soul, and the cheerful tone lingered for a long time.

[I want to have a hearty sex with the male god! ]

Responding to him was the orange juice spurted from his mouth unexpectedly by Sunny.