Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

On Friday afternoon, the school will set aside a class time for students to clean up as usual.

This week happened to be Ye Wenxu's turn, and he was in charge of cleaning the windows.

There are still many students left in the classroom, and they are always thinking about studying against the clock.It's a pity that the reality is cruel. Once the atmosphere relaxes, the hearts of the big guys will follow.After a while, the classroom became lively, who was with whom, who was singing with whom, who released a new album, any good novels or movie recommendations...these are the topics that the student party can talk about, but Never tire of talking.

Ye Wenxu listened intermittently.

Then I saw a few girls running past him in a hurry and rushing to the end of the corridor.

There is a teaching building for each of the first and third grades. Class 301 is in the rightmost classroom on the fifth floor, next to the playground.

Looking down from the corridor of class 301, you can just see the whole playground.

It seems to be a girl from the class next door, Ye Wenxu thought casually.

"Is it really Jiang Qichen? Didn't expect him to play basketball?"

"...Goal, three-step layup, really cool moves."

"He is also handsome. I didn't think it before, but now the more I look at it, the more attractive I am."

"That's right, that's the nose and the eyes, but I always think he's more attractive than Wang Yao."

Wang Yao is currently the most popular idol star among girls.

"What you said is too exaggerated."

"Really, why am I lying to you? If you don't believe me, after Jiang Qichen finishes playing, we'll wait for him at the gate of class 318..."

Hearing the three words Jiang Qichen, Ye Wenxu was taken aback. He thought of the scene when he was lying in Jiang Qichen's arms that afternoon and the other party rubbed his nose.

His movement of wiping the glass froze.

"He scored another goal. Boys who can play basketball are very handsome...Wait, when Jiang Qichen jumped up to shoot just now, I seemed to see the abs on his stomach, ahhh...it turned out to be abs." , what should I do, I suddenly want to marry Jiang Qichen."

"...Wake up, no matter how handsome Jiang Qichen is, he is still a little bastard. He has fought more than you have eaten. You will be a brilliant student in a key university in the future."

"...I heard that Jiang Qichen took girls to open rooms every now and then. The number of girls he slept with couldn't be counted in two slaps, and he also likes to play group sex. You're sure you can bear it."

"Well, pretend I didn't say it. But Jiang Qichen is really handsome."

Hearing this, Ye Wenxu felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, because of Jiang Qichen's chaotic private life, and someone even coveted Jiang Qichen.

He pursed the corners of his lips and couldn't help but look in the direction of the playground.

The basketball court near the senior three teaching building has long been surrounded by a group of students on the third floor and the outer third floor. It is no wonder that these girls have to go to the corridor of class 301 to watch.

Meng Zezhi bent over, and the basketball kept changing positions in his hands, back and forth, obviously looking for an opportunity to break through.Suddenly he quickened his pace, turned left and right, broke through the defensive line in an instant, came to the basket, then jumped lightly, turned around and shot, the basketball drew a clean arc in the air, and hit the center of the basket.

This series of movements is particularly pleasing to the eye, and even Ye Wenxu, who has never been very fond of sports, couldn't help but want to applaud him.

He stood on tiptoe a little so that he could see the entire basketball court clearly.

The moment the basketball was caught, the referee blew his whistle, and the score on the scoreboard representing Class 318 changed from 28 to [-], which was just one point ahead of the other side.

Ever since Meng Zezhi announced that he would no longer collect protection fees from students, Wang Zhibin and the others were in a lot of financial constraints. In addition, Meng Zezhi was not used to the taste of Internet cafes, so he simply changed his daily pastime to playing basketball.

What is going on right now is a friendly match between them and the sports class next door.

Hearing the applause in his ears, for the first time in his life, Meng Zezhi felt the increase in his charm value... Well, it can barely be considered a benefit.

He reached out to take the mineral water thrown by the third child, unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to drink it, as if sensing something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of class 301.

The moment Meng Zezhi looked over, Ye Wenxu's scalp went numb, and his intuition told him that the other party was looking at him.

He forgot that he was standing on the table, and dodged backwards like a conditioned reflex, but he stepped on the ground and fell down.

Meng Zezhi's complexion changed drastically, and he was about to rush forward subconsciously, and then he heard a whistle, and the game started again.

It is inappropriate to leave the field of play suddenly.

It's not appropriate to rush forward rashly.

Fortunately, there should be no major problems with him. He managed to stabilize his mind and refocused on the game.

Hearing the movement, a group of girls turned their heads and saw Ye Wenxu who fell on the ground, and hurried over: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Ye Wenxu's eyes were instantly filled with physiological tears. He tried to lift his left foot, and the pain pierced his bone marrow like a needle.

Sprained foot.

Ye Wenxu wrinkled his small face and raised his head trying to force back the tears.

It was all Jiang Qichen's fault.

I asked someone to help bring dinner. By the time of evening self-study, Ye Wenxu's left foot had swollen into a hoof, and it hurt when he moved it.

He originally wanted to ask his friend to help him back to the dormitory, but when he packed up his things, when he turned his head, he was gone.

His eyes widened, but those who were still in the classroom at this moment were either girls or boys who had nothing to do with each other.

Ye Wenxu had a thin skin, so he could only wait for everyone to leave before walking slowly towards the dormitory, leaning on the wall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the third floor, he bumped into Jiang Qichen who came out of the classroom.

He took a short breath, lowered his head, pretended not to see, and continued to walk forward.

"Stop." Meng Zezhi said in a bad tone.

Ye Wenxu's back felt chills, and he always had the illusion that if he was disobedient, this person would beat him up.

Ye Wenxu forced himself to look up at him, but he didn't want the other person's eyes to stay on his left foot for two seconds, then he hummed softly, turned and went back to the classroom. When he came out again, he had a plastic medicine bottle in his hand.

Then the other party reached out to support his right hand: "Let's go."

Ye Wenxu felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he almost had the same hands and feet, but he dared not refuse.

After much difficulty, Ye Wenxu stabilized his mind.

The tip of his nose was filled with a strange smell, mixed with a faint smell of smoke, which made his heart beat faster.

He tried to stay calm, but the corner of his eye couldn't help but drift towards Meng Zezhi.

The moonlight cast a faint glow on his face, making him indescribably handsome.

By accident, Ye Wenxu remembered what those girls said in the afternoon: What should I do, I suddenly want to marry Jiang Qichen.

Realizing what he was thinking, Ye Wenxu's eyes widened.

Then I heard the people around me say, "Here we are."

Ye Wenxu was so upset that he almost didn't dare to look directly at the other party, he just said, "Thank you, thank you."

"This is for you," Meng Zezhi handed him the plastic medicine bottle, "It's for sprained feet."

Ye Wenxu took the medicine bottle subconsciously: "Thank you."

"Do you only say thank you?"

"What?" Ye Wenxu looked up at him unconsciously.

"I really think I'm so kind to send you back to the dormitory and give you the medicine." Meng Zezhi squinted his eyes and hummed softly, "Remember to treat me to dinner the afternoon after tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Meng Zezhi received a call. The live broadcast equipment he ordered online had arrived.

Wang Zhibin was very excited, sitting on the computer chair, touching here and there.

"Try the mouse and keyboard to see if they fit together."

"Alas." Wang Zhibin barely suppressed the excitement in his heart, manipulated the mouse, and opened the game.

After playing a game, his first impression is that it is smooth, there will be no lag, and there is no network delay. It is much more comfortable than playing games in Internet cafes.

"Cool." Wang Zhibin smiled from ear to ear.

"That's good." Meng Zezhi said seriously: "Before you officially set foot in the live broadcast industry, I have a few words to warn you."

"Brother Jiang, tell me."

"First, you must be careful when speaking, don't talk about dirty words, don't spread negative energy, and don't involve pornography, politics, and gangsters."

"Second, don't have a relationship with fans beyond friendship unless you really like her."

"Third, don't do anything that violates laws and regulations."

Meng Ze knew that this was to prevent problems before they happened.

In the original plot, the reason why Wang Zhibin and others changed their past is purely because they have learned the lessons of their predecessors after they accidentally killed people.

It's different now, he is still that little bastard Wang Zhibin.

Meng Zezhi was worried that he would be stunned by materialistic desires, and how many Internet celebrities and anchors in this world fell into these three points.

So he simply gave Wang Zhibin a psychological hint that once he violated these three red lines in the future, he would have a splitting headache.

"Brother Jiang, don't worry, I will definitely listen to you." Wang Zhibin nodded hastily.

"That's good." Meng Zezhi pointed to several live broadcast software on the computer screen and said, "Don't rush to broadcast live, I will give you a week to figure out the speaking skills of these anchors."

"And this." He opened a folder named learning on the desktop: "Here are some laws and regulations and codes of ethics that I have collected that are closely related to ordinary people. But you must have a count in your heart."

The so-called good people follow through to the end and send Buddhas to the West, but Meng Ze knew that there was no other way.

"Okay." Wang Zhibin agreed wholeheartedly, because he knew that Meng Zezhi did this for his own benefit.

"With your words, I feel relieved." Meng Zezhi patted him on the shoulder.

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: If you have cheated rice, can you still be far from cheating guns?