after being forced to become a heartthrob

"Ren."

The management with the roster, as usual, walked along the long iron fence to see if they had returned to their rooms.This is the central building in a chaotic city that houses the mentally ill.This is simply a huge shelter built to reflect this chaotic city.Most of the people accommodated here are Caucasians, with some Asians occasionally mixed in.The person who manages this area is an Asian. He is not short, but compared to the tall white people accommodated in this place, he seems a bit too 'petite'.The management uniform always gave him a feeling of spaciousness. In addition, the shiny black belt was too tight, making his waist appear slender and his buttocks particularly upright.

The white man who was named walked up to the iron fence, smiled and stretched out his hand through the gap in the fence, "Hi, Wen, are you free after the house inspection?"

The Asian manager called Wen took a step back, avoiding the hand that was outstretched to grab his arm, and his pale eyebrows were twisted in disgust, "After checking, I have other things."

"Is there anything more important than being 'friends' with me?" The suggestive, tall white man grabbed his pants with his hands.

The management ignored him this time, ticked off the roster, and walked on.

Then in the second room, the man inside was repeating the invitation to 'be friends'.After checking the entire row of rooms, I don't know how many times I have been asked.The young manager sighed and rubbed his sore temples—in fact, he had only transmigrated into this body two days ago, and the original owner of this body died on the bed of a 'friend'. The Russian was lying beside him when he came.

Then it took him a day to learn about the life and hobbies of the original owner—the manager named Wen, a 19-year-old Asian, cute and handsome, the reason why he came here to be a manager was because he was gay and liked Being 'friends' with a bunch of men, of course, is a very pure physical friend. Basically, more than half of the men here have been friends with him.However, before he transmigrated into this body, he was male, and he liked female, commonly known as straight male.

After spending a day accepting his new identity, he decided to cut ties with those messy 'friends' and take care of an honest management.

When he was about to hand over the roster, an alarm sounded suddenly. It took Wen Rao two seconds to determine the location, and then he picked up the electric shock baton specially equipped for his management and used it for self-defense to go to the playground where the alarm sounded. run away.When he arrived, the place where the commotion had occurred had been pacified—more than two dozen tall white men fell to the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, two of them had bloody cuts on their necks and thighs The murder weapon was a sharpened fork.

Although Wen Rao has only been here for two days, he has already seen this situation three times.He raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the blond man who was being held against his head with an electric shock baton and raised his hands.

It is him again!

I believe it is not gentleness, but that all managers have such an idea in their hearts.From the time this manic and aggressive person came here, riots happened everywhere.

The man whose neck was pierced with a fork almost punctured his carotid artery, pressed his bleeding neck, rolled on the ground, and was finally picked up by the rushing doctor.And there are a bunch of beaten men lying on the ground.The blond man with his hands raised had only a skin cut on his forehead, and blood slipped through his blue eyes, leaving a shocking red bloodstain on his face, but he still had an arrogant expression on his face.

"What's going on this time. Norman—"

Norman is the name of the blond man.

"They want to kill me."

"What was the motive for killing you?"

"You should ask them."

The management, who could not get any useful information, jumped angrily, but did not dare to do anything to this man.You know, his identity is currently a mystery, and this is just a not very formal shelter. If there is not enough evidence this time to transfer him to a formal institution, if he goes out from here, no one can bear his revenge.

Of course, this time too.The seriously injured were sent to the doctor, and Norman was escorted back to the room by several managers.Wen Rao, who was left to clean up the scene, sighed along with another equally hapless management.

"I really hope that guy can be transferred directly to prison and then shot him." said the management who swept a tooth from the blood on the ground.

Wen Rao nodded approvingly.

That guy is really scary, he always beats people for no reason, the last time a manager with an electric shock baton tried to stop him, but he kicked and broke his ribs—thinking of the miserable situation of that poor manager, Wen Rao shuddered.Fortunately, he is only in charge of the people in area B, and doesn't have to deal with the guy in area A.

It took half an hour to clean up the blood on the ground, Wen Rao went to the faucet to wash his hands, and was ready to go back and take a good nap.But he hadn't gone far when the manager who was cleaning with him ran over and asked him, "Wen, have you finished your house inspection?"

Gentle nod.

The manager in front of him breathed a sigh of relief, then put his hands together and begged him, "Help me take a look at the activity area, just for a while, I'll be back soon."

"What are you going to do?" The activity area is the playground.People here will have two hours of free activities here every day.

The manager looked around for a while, then leaned into Wen Rao's ear, and whispered to him.

Wen Rao sighed after hearing this, management is very boring, except that the original owner of his body can get fun from a bunch of big men, more management is actually to earn extra money.That's right, to use the convenience of his position to help some people locked up here to go shopping outside.The income obtained can be much more than that of being a manager.

"go Go."

Hearing what Wen Rao said, the short manager thanked him repeatedly, and left a sentence when he left, "I'll bring you chocolates when I come back."

The only similarity between Wen Rao and the original owner is that they both like chocolate.

After the management in charge of the activity area left, Wen Rao was bored alone, holding an electric shock baton, patrolling outside the barbed wire fence, yawning sleepily under the lazy sun.Just as Wen Rao raised his hand to rub his teary eyes, a voice suddenly came from the barbed wire, "Hi, Wen—"

Wen Rao put down his hands, and looked at the man in the black and white striped suit who came to the barbed wire fence at some point.

This man is also of Asian descent, but he is surprisingly tall. There is a scar on the bridge of his nose, which makes his already handsome face even more intrusive.But now, this guy smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Why did you come to the activity area?"

Wen Rao didn't have much impression of him, so he waited for the other party to speak first, "Me? I'll take over for Nick. He has something to go out."

The noon sun shone from Wen Rao's direction, so it passed through the barbed wire, leaving black square marks on the man's face.

The man looked left and right for a while, then suddenly approached, "Can you do me a favor, Wen?"

"Huh?" Wen Rao wrapped his arms around his arms, and the electric shock rod was clamped in the creaking hole by him.

"Give it to Norman for me." The Asian man took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which a few strange English words were written crookedly, Wen Rao looked at it with raised eyebrows, and didn't reach out to pick it up, "You know Yes, we have rules." The management can't help the people inside pass the news.Of course, this was only said on the surface, and many managers were bribed to serve as their messengers.

The man is tall, two heads taller than Wen Rao, he is holding onto the barbed wire, showing an ambiguous smile like Wen Rao.His canine teeth on both sides were very sharp, and when they were exposed, they looked like vampires, "Wen, help me, we are good friends." The word "friend" was deliberately emphasized.The scarlet tongue licked the sharp canine teeth, "Don't you want me to bite you?"

Wen Rao shivered for no reason. To be honest, he really didn't understand the original owner's habit. Compared with these vicious gangsters, women are obviously more sweet and soft.

"Is it any good?"

"What benefits do you want?" The other party asked back.

Wen Rao thought about it seriously, "I want a box of chocolates." Although this thing is clearly prohibited here, these guys have some ways to get it.

As soon as the gentle words came out, the man was taken aback for a moment, but he immediately laughed again, looking at him with some meaningful eyes, "Do you want chocolate?"

"A bottle of red wine would be even better."

The Asian man with a scar on the bridge of his nose suddenly laughed, but that smile was much more pleasing to the eye than the deliberate temptation just now.

Wen Rao reached out and took the paper handed over by the other party, and hid it in his chest pocket, "Remember the chocolate."

"no problem."

The people inside had been with the management for too long, so it was not very good after all, so after handing him the paper, the Asian man in the striped shirt left.Wen Rao waited until Nick came back and got a piece of chocolate from him, then slowly swayed towards Area A.

Many rooms in Block A are empty.When Wen Rao found Norman in a bunch of vacant rooms, the blond man was lying on the bed reading the Bible. If it weren't for his lazy expression with drooping eyelids, his appearance could be used by a real prison as a guide Example of the offender.

The management of District A is probably going to take a nap now, Wen Rao walked to the gate of the fence, and knocked on the iron railing with the electric shock rod.Norman looked up, those blue eyes that looked like jewels or the deep sea looked at him.

Wen Rao took out the piece of paper from his pocket, and threw it in a ball. After doing all this, he was about to leave, but Norman, who had been sitting on the bed, stopped him.

"temperature."

Wow, it turns out that Norman knew the original owner.As Wen Rao thought about it, he turned around. After all, he was outside the room and Norman was inside. Even if he was a tiger, it was impossible for him to come out and do anything to him at this time.

Norman closed the black-covered Bible and walked over slowly. Instead of picking up the paper on the floor, he walked to the iron railing and looked at Wen Rao outside.

"Anything else?"

The striped suit on Norman's body was only buttoned two times, revealing a large muscular chest. No matter how you look at it, he is a super attractive man.

Norman has always been expressionless, and the beating person is also the expressionless type. The blood on his forehead has been wiped dry, and the broken skin is a little white. He stands on the railing and looks at Wen. Rao, then slowly frowned, "I promise you what happened last time."

last time?What's up?

Norman said, "I'll be your friend."

ha?

"However, you have to keep your promise and help me get out of here." Norman seemed reluctant, so when he said this, it was rare to have a bit of gnashing of teeth.

ha?

leave here?Norman is rumored to be a very powerful person. How can he help him escape from here with a small manager?

Just as Wen Rao was about to say something, the voice of the management of District A came out from around the corner. Norman picked up the paper on the ground, put it in his arms, and said to Wen Rao, "Come here tomorrow, I will be satisfied." the demands you made."

Wen Rao, "..." I think you may have misunderstood something.

The author has something to say:

Cowardly and cowardly, growing up and being attacked by X's cold-blooded brutality, non-prison text, non-prison text, important things are said three times

I wrote for fun with a different style and type of writing, and it is not recommended to enter the pit.Um.