I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

Pale walls, pungent disinfectant smell.

There are several trophies on the bedside table - "National College Art Award", "Young Artist of the Year", "Future Generation Art Award"... Winner: Jiao Tang.

The nurse at the bedside opened the letter: "The last one is from a five-year-old kid who drew a picture of a prince among irises."

Hearing the nurse's description, Jiao Tang on the hospital bed smiled slightly: "It must be very cute."

Even though his eyes were covered with gauze, he still couldn't hide his exquisite appearance. He was hailed as a "rising star in the art world". He was like a work of art, with a bright and pure smile. I can't take away the sunshine in his heart.

Next to the trophy was a bottle of shiny Lucky Stars, and dozens of handwritten thank you letters from the orphanage where he grew up, one of which was just read to him by the nurse.

There is a blank cross-stitch with only a few stitches on the small table of the hospital bed. Last year, his agent excitedly told him that a famous embroiderer bought the authorization of his paintings, and his paintings will be made into pieces one after another. Embroidery for charity purposes.A week ago, before his condition had completely deteriorated, the agent brought him a sample. He embroidered with great interest for two days, but he suddenly disappeared.

"Little Tang," Jiao Tang heard the nurse's gentle voice, "Now we will push you to the operating room, take it easy."

Jiao Tang nodded obediently: "Okay."

The doctor had informed the success rate before the operation, Jiao Tang signed the consent form himself, and he did not have any relatives.

Although he grew up in an orphanage, he was lucky enough to be discovered by his teachers, and he received support from many kind-hearted people during his studies. Jiao Tang has always been grateful.However, a sudden illness almost destroyed his future. Fortunately, he has made arrangements. If he dies unfortunately, all his works and copyright proceeds will be donated to the orphanage, hoping to help more gifted children.

Perhaps the anesthesia started to take effect, and the irresistible drowsiness hit. Just before losing consciousness, Jiao Tang reluctantly thought: I really want to see my paintings being made into embroidery paintings with my own eyes.

The operating lights come on.

"Cardiac arrest!"

"Electrical defibrillation!"

……

The faint electrocardiogram gradually pulled into a straight line.

Outside the window, the bells sounded from far and near, and a handsome young man sank silently in the chaise longue by the window, his eyes were closed tightly, his breath was short of breath, the sun shone on his light brown broken hair and diamond-encrusted bridegroom corsage superior.

The heavy knocking on the door suddenly broke the silence in the house, and an energetic voice rang out from outside the house: "Little? Little? How are you getting ready? It's about to start."

The young man on the recliner suddenly opened his eyes, the black pupils were still dazed. In the dimness, he turned his head and looked at the doorknob which was turned hard from the outside. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound: Can he see? !Was the operation a success?

As if his body didn't belong to him, Jiao Tang thought it was because of anesthesia, tried desperately several times, managed to stand up, and as his sight gradually became clear, this was a room he had never seen before, decorated with roses everywhere, not far away There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting a strange and familiar face.

The young man in the mirror is handsome and flamboyant, with a slightly pale complexion, wearing an expensive custom-made pure black velvet tuxedo, sitting half-closed on the chaise longue in a daze.

"Longtan?" Before Jiaotan could recover, the door was opened unexpectedly, and the voice just now sounded again: "Why haven't you started putting on makeup yet?"

Jiao Tang turned his head stiffly, and a group of people in suits entered one after another. He tensed his back subconsciously: Who are these people?Isn't he doing surgery in the hospital?How could it be in this place?

"Be quicker." The caller didn't notice the abnormal look on Jiao Tang's face, and ordered a few people who were poking around outside the door: "What are you doing in a daze? Come in and help."

At the moment when other people filed in, a series of memories that did not belong to him were forcibly poured into Jiao Tang's mind: this body has the same name and surname as him, and today is his "wedding".

Like countless bridegrooms-to-be, the original owner was full of longing for the future, hoping to open a new chapter in his life with his lover, but he never expected that today would be the beginning of his nightmare: the world he lived in was a standard scumbag novel, and the original owner was the one in the article. Zhou Minghui married him because of the humbleness of the slag Gong, and he only wanted to seek his family's inheritance, and he would go through fire and water for the slag Gong, dedicate himself, and spend a lot of money to win the "love" of the slag Gong, and was eventually paralyzed. Marrying Bailian, she vomited blood and died alone.

A staff member in uniform picked up the paintbrush and powder on the table, and walked up to Jiao Tang: "Mr. Jiao, please close your eyes."

Jiao Tang dodged his outstretched hand reflexively: "Don't touch me!"

The originally noisy room fell silent in an instant, and Jiao Tang lifted his head, realizing that he might scare the other party, so he managed to force a smile at the makeup artist, and said, "Don't bother."

In the original plot, since the two knew each other, Zha Gong couldn't help but pick and choose the original owner: "Your eyes are beautiful, but they are scary big" "You look pretty good, but your eyebrows are too thin, male and female, There must be damage"...

Including the wedding of the two, Zhou Minghui asked the original owner to put on makeup, which he called "to make you look more perfect". The poor original owner only found out before he died that it was just Scum Gong who asked him to imitate the white moonlight in his heart.

Although Jiao Tang didn't know why he would enter another world when he woke up and opened his eyes, but since he had already come, he couldn't helplessly watch the life of this body be destroyed.He wants to live, even in a different world, in another body. No one is more eager for the chance to live a good life than a terminally ill patient.

The people around looked at each other in blank dismay, and the leader greeted: "He's nervous, he won't let it go if he doesn't let it go, hurry up, it's time to play."

Quickly recalling the plot in his mind, Jiao Tang made up his mind, pretended to be obedient, quietly hid the mobile phone in the bouquet of flowers, surrounded by the crowd, stepped on the carpet covered with petals, and walked towards the auditorium.

The moment he appeared at the door of the church, the well-dressed Jiao Tang immediately attracted the attention of all the guests: he was tall, thin but not overweight, he was extravagant from the inside out, and his handsome appearance was like a dazzling diamond. , making people unable to move their eyes away.

The person at the end of the red carpet was wearing the same tuxedo as Jiao Tang, and looked as old as Jiao Tang. He stared closely at the people walking, and soon found that Jiao Tang didn't make up as he asked, squinting his eyes, and smiling formulaically Xia secretly gritted his teeth, but still maintained a gentle expression.

Jiao Tang was also secretly observing his "fiancé", easily sensing the undisguised displeasure in the other's eyes, knowing it well, a hint of sarcasm flickered from the corner of his mouth.Zha Gong really has a good skin. If he didn't know what he did to the original owner, Jiao Tang would never have imagined that under the suit and leather shoes is an ungrateful, animal-faced, white-eyed wolf.

The others knew nothing about the undercurrent between the two, and the pastor read the oath to the two step by step until the last link:

"Mr. Zhou Minghui, would you like to be Mr. Jiao Tang's legal partner?"

The protagonist of this book——Zhou Minghui looked at Jiao Tan standing beside him, pinched his palm with five fingers, took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly, expressing the excitement of newly-married impeccably: "I am willing."

The full church was silent, as if everyone held their breath. The pastor turned to Jiao Tang and asked kindly, "Mr. Jiao Tang, would you like to be Mr. Zhou Minghui's legal partner?"

Swallowing, Jiao Tang said in a deep voice, "I don't want to."

"Then, next, please..." Responding to Jiao Tang's words, the pastor's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes wandered between the two grooms-to-be, hesitating whether to continue.

Jiao Tang cleared his throat, the voice was not loud but clear, and repeated: "I don't want to."

Originally, the church was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground, but the guests also reacted, whispering voices one after another, Zhou Minghui clenched his fists, and performed with ease: "Long Tang, are you too nervous? It's okay, let's do it again." .”

"I won't marry you." Jiao Tang took a step back, gathering strength secretly, he had observed the interior of the church when he came in, and there were at least three feasible escape routes, it was good to have a normal body.

"Langtang, did I do something wrong?" Zhou Minghui skillfully squeezed out a "doting" smile. On the surface, he looked like a groom who could do nothing about his lover's bad temper. He calmly persuaded: "No matter what you do in private." I'll follow you, don't mess around here in front of everyone, this is our only once-in-a-lifetime wedding."

His words easily outline Jiao Tang as a spoiled second-generation ancestor, and his words are affectionate, even if Jiao Tang knows his virtue after marriage, he still can't help but want to award him a statuette.

"You, you, too much!" Jiao Tang's breathing became more and more rapid, and he cried out in his heart, his tears were like a faucet turned on, and he couldn't say a word of the prepared line "rebuke the scumbag".

The next second, the guests stared wide-eyed, and saw the squeamish young master with tears streaming down his face, heaved a big sob, rushed forward, grabbed Zhou Minghui with both hands, and suddenly lifted his head high!

Only the closest family members know that Jiao Tang was born with strange strength since he was a child, and he can easily lift a cow with his bare hands.However, because Zhou Minghui revealed that he likes the gentle and delicate young master, the original owner has been carefully hiding this secret and never revealed it.

There was a burst of screams among the guests, and the well-dressed Zhou Minghui let out a scream, and fell to the red carpet like a dead fish.

The latter pointed at Zhou Minghui while weeping loudly: "I have endured you for a long time, let me crawl!"

Jiao Tang's unprepared actions successfully caused chaos in the church. Even though the tears flowed more and more fiercely, he seized the opportunity of the commotion and ran out in one go. He crossed the grass outside the church and saw a row of luxury cars parked by the roadside.

In a hurry, he chose a black car with someone smoking next to him, opened the door and sat in, and said to the man leaning against the car: "No matter how much your boss pays, I will pay double. Drive!"

The smoking man's expression was cold and hard, his eyes fell on Jiao Tang in full dress, and a trace of surprise flashed in his deep black eyes.Not far away, the chasing crowd yelled and ran towards them.Facing Jiao Tang's pleading eyes, the next moment, the man snuffed out the cigarette butt with his slender fingers, got into the car quickly, and stepped on the accelerator.

The crowd chasing out of the church became smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror. Jiao Tang was crying too hard, and his breath was convulsed. Just as he was about to rummage through his pockets, a box of toilet paper was handed over to him in time.

Reaching out to take it, Jiao Tang choked and thanked: "Thank you."

The corners of his eyes were red from crying, and the tears were like a flood breaking a bank. The crystal clear teardrops slid across the white and smooth skin, and condensed on the tip of his chin, like crumbling pearls.It is reminiscent of the soft cake just out of the cage. It is soft, sweet and delicious, and it looks white and tender after being smoked by steam.

Noticing the crumbling groom's corsage in front of him, the man in the driver's seat looked away.

After Jiao Tang wiped away his tears, he remembered that he hadn't told the "driver" where he was going.

As if sensing the gaze from his side, the man turned his head slightly, glanced at Jiao Tang lightly, and then continued to focus on the road conditions.For a moment, Jiao Tan and his eyes met. Those black eyes reminded people of the sea, the surface was clear and black, but no one knew the depth underneath.

"I..." Jiao Tang wanted to say something, searched his mind for a long time, but couldn't remember the original owner's address, his face became hot, he bit his lip and lowered his head: The man is well-dressed and has an extraordinary temperament, the more he looks, the less he looks like an ordinary driver , but in the face of his request for help, the other party acted decisively. It should be...not a bad person?

Seeing the scorched and pink ears in the rear view mirror, the man didn't seem to want to ask, and drove along the road for about ten minutes without saying a word.When the car stopped by the side of the road, the man simply broke the silence: "Get out of the car."

Jiao Tang:?

Glancing at Jiao Tang lightly, the man didn't seem to understand why he still didn't move, and repeated without changing his expression: "Please get out of the car."

All right, Jiao Tang also understands that at the beginning, he forced himself into someone else's car, and the other party has the right to let him go at any time. Before he could say "thank you", he got out of the car with his back foot, and the man slammed on the accelerator and walked away.

Jiao Tang: ...