[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob, coquettish and scumbag

The black-haired boy in casual clothes was sitting in front of the computer desk, the morning light fell on him through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and all the prosperity and prosperity of the world were reduced to the background.

The hand that was clacking and typing on the keyboard was fair and beautiful, and as the fingers fluttered, only afterimages could be seen.

"I love you, how can I not love you? My love for you is like a torrential river flowing endlessly, and the world can shine on the sun and the moon to learn from it!"

There was no so-called love in the boy's eyes, and he even yawned lazily.

After hitting the last exclamation point heavily, he turned the expensive gaming chair aside, picked up the keyboard of another computer skillfully, and chatted with another person without distraction.

The whole process was expressionless, like a ruthless executioner: "I miss you too, you think you're about to die!"

His legs are bent on the handle of the chair, and his jade feet like artwork sculptures are dangling one after another. With his right hand, he is typing at the speed of being single for 18 years, and with his left hand, he reaches for a strawberry on the fruit plate. Send it to your mouth.

The other computer was still updating the news happily. He glanced lazily, stuck out his tongue and licked the fingers that were grabbing strawberries, and then put the keyboard on his lap, typing on the keyboard on this side and the keyboard on the other side at the same time. A two-pronged approach was achieved.

Even as his eyes raced and his fingers were busy, his expression was nonchalant throughout.

Putting aside the keyboard in his hand, he grabbed the two mobile phones on the table, one for the left and one for the left hand, and entered on the QQ interface and the WeChat interface at the same time.

A WeChat user whose note was "spare tire 12" received a message: Take a good rest, drink plenty of hot water, and go to bed early!

A QQ user whose note was "spare tire 10" received a message: It's cold and I love you three thousand times by wearing long johns!

After exiting the chat interface of Spare Tire 10, the boy saw that Spare Tire 3 had sent a new message, and the red circle in the upper right corner showed 99+ messages. He hesitated for a while, ignored the above message, and typed: "Stop talking and kiss me."

The battle with the virtual network and social software gradually subsided, and the teenager threw himself into the big bed, pointed to the microphone and sent a voice: "How dare I ask for your money."

The slightly shy voice is like a bewitching siren in the deep sea, with the magic power of seductiveness.

The business tycoon over there was no surprise, he was so fascinated that he didn't recognize his relatives.

After saying this, the boy didn't even look at the message that the other party replied in seconds, he simply threw a WeChat payment code at the other party, and directly quit WeChat to play games.

Luo Jia, a wonderful young man in the 22nd century, is 21 years old this year, his parents are dead, and he is an orphan.

At only 21 years old, he is currently studying in the philosophy department of University A. Of course, his favorite is not philosophy, but philosophy.

This is a scumbag who has made a name for himself in University A because of the beauty of the prosperous age when he first entered school, and has had countless romantic affairs since then.

In fact, although he has boyfriends all over the world, he is still a little virgin.

Luo · Tin foil scalding earthworm man · Jia scum is clear and clear. This scum adheres to the eight-character square array of "sexy scumbag, chat online", thoroughly implements the principle of selective fishing by casting nets in large areas, and implements the action of "seeing one loves one and showing mercy everywhere teasing everywhere."

Quotations from scumbags are similar: Casting the net is my skill, it is your honor to be in the net, if you are serious, you will lose. ""It's too tiring to love one person, so I want to love a hundred." "

With his unique provocative ability, Luo Jia moved from a rented house to a big villa not long ago, and his boyfriends all contributed to the purchase of the house.

Luo Zha Nan took the harem with no heart and no lungs, and he took money with no mercy.

For him, it's their business that those stupid and rich boyfriends love to give him money. They don't need it for nothing. Anyway, they didn't steal it by themselves. Taking a step back, there is always a chat fee.

As soon as I logged into the game, the message notification sound kept ringing, and when I clicked on the unread message, a lot of messages popped up and almost flooded the system.

Except for a few system messages that were pitifully suppressed, the rest were messages from different game players.

Staying up all night has been cool: Master Xiaojia, 26 hours, 57 minutes and 5 seconds have passed, why are you still not online?

Today I pay the bill: Does Jiajia still like the god-level equipment sent by my brother?I asked the technical department to make a new hero that is invincible in the whole network. Just tell me what Jiajia likes, and I can give you... By the way, the player who scolded you last time was banned by me.

Salted fish anchor: Xiao Luo, I have a game live broadcast tomorrow night and I want to invite you to play a few rounds of ranking together. Do you have time? I won’t let you turn on the voice.

Captain of Team K: Jiaer, I will lead the team to participate in LOL (League of Legends) tomorrow, can I meet you tonight?

……

The League of Legends has been bombarded by the news and fell, and the Peace Elite and other games must not be spared. Luo Jia lost the interest in playing games in an instant.

He looked down at his watch, and decided to pack up and go to the appointment for dinner.

Which boyfriend's date are you going to go to?

Until walking on the street, Lorja was still thinking about this difficult problem of the century.

There was a loud bang and thunder, interrupting Luo Jia's thoughts.

Luo Jia looked up, only to see that the weather, which was originally sunny and sunny, had turned completely dark and gloomy at some point, frightening and oppressive, with thunder and lightning, and the wind and lightning, quite like the scene of the cultivator crossing the catastrophe in the fairy tale TV series.

The dark clouds rolled, and countless thunderclaps tore through the dark clouds and slashed across the sky, rumbling down. In Luo Jia's gradually enlarged pupils, a huge thunder struck towards the place where he was standing with the force of thunder.

At the last moment of life and death, what Luo Jia thought was: This is another scumbag who swore to implicate him.