On how to get back the protagonist who was scumbed by me [Quick Transmigration]

After regaining his senses, Su Mu walked to the place where the hair dryer was taken, and looked at the empty shelf, only one hair dryer was left hanging on it, and the wiring looked a little old. He even wondered if it would collapse in the middle. die.

Passing by one who had finished washing, he saw Su Mu fiddling with the hair dryer, and took another look at the appearance of this obviously not a local.

Smiling, he stepped forward to persuade him, "Brother, don't look at it, it's not bad, that's all for our conditions." After speaking, without waiting for Su Mu's answer, he hummed a little song, put the towel on his shoulders, and left.

【Are you sure this will work? 】

[Of course, the place with the most plugs has a bad connection. You asked me to check it back and forth several times. It will definitely not kill anyone. 】

With no other choice, Su Mu carried it back to the shower room.

Knock on the door, "Is it convenient to come in?"

"Come in."

As soon as Su Mu pushed the door, he saw that Chen Feng was wiping his neck with his back to him. The loose bath towel was stuck around his waist. Can't hide it's upturned.

No one had ever made Su Mu feel that a man could be so alluring in his eyes before.

The light and shadow of the warm lamp is just right, making up for Chen Fengbai's cold complexion, making every inch of his muscles look warm and moist like jade, and even the cinnabar remaining on his back makes people feel extremely sexy.

Suddenly, the lingering body of the two people and their gentle breathing flashed in my mind.

Like the blurred film in the darkroom, or like the light leaking through the crack of the door.

But Su Mu regarded this as his own daydream, daydreaming about spring.

And Chen Feng listened to his stunned footsteps, showed a satisfied smile, and thought to himself: Sure enough, men should maintain long-term and sufficient exercise, so that they will not show timidity when it is time to show off.

Controlling the complacency in his heart, he looked at Su Mu, smiling like a spring breeze, but the peacock spread his tail, "I'm back, I just finished washing."

"Ahem," Su Mu looked at the hair dryer in his hand while covering up, "There's only one left, blow it on first, don't...don't catch a cold."

After speaking, he inserted the plug and handed it to Chen Feng, while he covered his head with a towel to block his face and Chen Feng's sight.

He took out the notebook he carried with him, and wrote the melody that had just disturbed him.

Suddenly the accompaniment of the hair dryer stopped, and Su Mu suddenly raised his head, "It's all right!"

I saw Chen Feng pressing the plug with one hand, and adjusting the switch of the hair dryer with the other. With a buzzing sound, the hair dryer started working again.

But as soon as he let go, there was no sound again, "It's okay, the plug is a little loose," he turned his head and explained, "You can continue to write, and leave me alone." Then he started debugging again.

Su Mu watched the difficult scene of him holding the hair dryer with one hand and blowing his hair with the other, but couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand, "Let me help you." He walked over and wanted to help Chen Feng hold down the plug.

But Chen Feng quickly sat down on the small bench, and put the hair dryer in Su Mu's hand, "Then you can blow my hair for me, I will press the cord," said with a serious expression, "This plug is live, it is dangerous I'll do it."

Ignoring his hairy haircut, what he said was quite believable.

The thicker strands of hair swept across the back of the hands, mixed with a little cool moisture, and the fingers swung, replacing them with hot air. Both of them were silent, each with their own thoughts.

The old-fashioned hair dryer roared, and Chen Feng secretly enjoyed the warm mist covering his head and the fingers he stroked again and again. His thoughts seemed to be mixed with his body, and he began to feel dizzy. In the end, he fell on Su Mu.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up a little bit, and felt that something was pressed against his head, which was hard and still moving.

Looking up, it turned out to be Su Mu's notebook.

"You just use my head as a cushion." He raised his head and looked at Su Mu backwards, his voice sounded soft as if he had just woken up, "Is it easy to use?" At the end, there were a few unscrupulous chuckles .

Seeing that someone woke up, Su Mu looked at the painting of Chen Fengsu in his notebook in a panic.

Originally, I just wanted to change the score I just wrote, but I didn't expect to start drawing it.

Putting away the pen and paper with a guilty conscience, "I think you are really sleepy." He looked at the blush on his cheeks, shook his head helplessly, and didn't urge him to get up, just looked at him quietly The naive attitude of going to sleep or not.

The director came over just now and told me the time for re-recording. I guess there is still half an hour left, which is still plenty of time.

Seeing that he let him lean on him like this, Chen Feng felt a little more joyful. He stretched out his hand and stroked Su Mu's half-length hair, but his eyes flickered on Su Mu's face, "How long have I been asleep?" ~"

Su Mu calculated the time carefully, and replied, "About ten minutes, it's okay."

"Then you just stand there and don't call me?" There seems to be a temptation hidden in the end of every sentence.

But Su Mu is not so easy to tease, he automatically filtered out the ambiguous content, and said, "Take it as exercise."

Chen Feng's fantasy of seeing Su Mu blush was extinguished on the spot.

Straightening up, he said angrily, "The abs are good and strong, which made me sleep comfortably." Sitting up, he found that Su Mu had been hiding the notebook behind his back, and he couldn't help being curious.

"Hey, can I see the song you just wrote?"

"No!" He refused with a firm attitude.

"Yes, I'm just asking." He curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: Why are you so fierce all of a sudden.

Su Mu himself also noticed that the tone just now was a bit bad, and compensated, "I'll show you later."

"Okay!" Chen Feng was not a fussy person, he jumped up as soon as he heard it and saw it.

dong dong dong-

"Get ready, the recording is about to start!" The director shouted outside.

When you arrive at the task point, the director begins to introduce the task: In order for Leren to better integrate into the local area, you will go to a local tavern to complete the task according to the program card. If you complete the task, the daily activity funds will be doubled.

After speaking, hand them each a task card.

Su Mu's task card is: Please use the props in the tavern to perform a show and attract 50 viewers within one hour and get the little faces of customers (the number of musical instruments used can be multiplied by the smiling faces to get the final number of views).

And Chen Feng's task card is: Please attract at least 20 customers and get smiling faces, and the extra part can be converted into tomorrow's activity funds.

It seems that the division of labor is very clear.

The two looked at each other's task cards in turn. Chen Feng looked at the eye-catching 50 on the card, feeling a little worried, and said worriedly, "One hour is a bit demanding."

"It's okay, trust me."

Su Mu's words reassured him. He had great confidence in Su Mu's strength and would not let himself down.

"After you complete the task, we will donate a batch of sneakers to the local Hope Primary School. Please work hard to complete the task~" the director added, cutting off the possibility of their passive sabotage.

Pulling people to the tavern, Su Mu was arranged on the circular stage of the tavern, and a circle of musical instruments was placed on the stage. Su Mu stood in the semicircle formed by the musical instruments, adjusting the rhythm of the musical instruments, listening to the music flowing from his fingertips. Rhythms, he frames the repertoire in his head.

The live broadcast has already been prepared, and since the official has not released any news, it is difficult for viewers to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Seeing the big Su Mu in the title, I clicked in with the mentality of giving it a try, wanting to see what the popular Internet celebrity can sing.

After everything was ready, Su Mu snapped his fingers as a sign, and the director opened the live broadcast camera.

Su Mu picked up a folk guitar and plucked the steel strings. During the fingering changes, the wooden body resonated with a simple minor tune, humming the melody softly in his throat, and the magnetic, smiling male voice turned into flowing tunes and piano sounds join together.

Listening to this tune, people will unconsciously raise the corners of their mouths and think of happy moments.

It happened to be five or six o'clock in the evening, and people were crowded on the way home. The boring life of the day seemed to have been diluted a lot. In the subway, on the bus, at the waiting station, I closed my eyes and put on headphones to enter the world of music.

Use a music synthesizer to compile minor tunes into the track and play them in a rhythmic loop as the bottom music. Putting down the guitar, Su Mu picked up a maraca to rub a more striking rhythm as another track, put it down and played it with the harmonica into the audio track.

Fu picked up the guitar again and sang the ballad, the lyrics depicting young love.

The feeling of first love brings people back to the 17-year-old boy, the person who had a crush on him appeared in front of him with a smile.

While singing, Su Mu looked through the figure and unconsciously looked outside the glass door, the boy in the white shirt under the warm yellow street lamp in the dark blue night.

The smile in his eyes was even bigger, perhaps it was because of his concentration on playing and singing that Su Mu forgot about the recording and live broadcast. The scenes in the words reflect reality, and the emotions are revealed in the music.

There are so many people in the tavern that people don't know who he is looking at or just a false glance.

The affectionate eyes in Taohua's eyes carry a story, making people unable to help but stare, and the superior face makes people enjoy the music even more.

The person-to-person transmission in the live broadcast room became more and more lively, and it broke through the 10 mark in a blink of an eye. The audience sent out countless barrages and special effects to express their love, but Su Mu couldn't get Su Mu to look back even once.

After Chen Feng's solicitation, many people were already seated in the tavern. They held wine in enamel cups and leaned against the back of their chairs to listen to slow songs. From time to time, a sigh of relief and a few sobs of regret came from some corner.

More people either lowered their heads or looked at the stage, their thoughts drifted back to the past.

Under the crowd effect, people passing by who want to drink will most likely walk into this tavern where there are too many people to sit down.

Chen Feng also completed the task. He stood in front of the tavern and looked in. The dim lights below the stage contrasted with the light on the stage, so that he could only see Su Mu, who was surrounded by the crowd and was singing with his eyes closed.

As if glowing.

A person from the program team came over with a notebook, "Chen Feng, this was put on the car by Su Mu just now, and now we have to return the tricycle, please help him carry it."

"Okay." Chen Feng agreed to take it, and between the two of them alternately, a piece of paper fell from the notebook to the ground.

Knowing the importance of this manuscript, Chen Feng quickly squatted down to pick it up, wanting to turn it over to check if it was dirty, but unexpectedly saw his own portrait.

Isn't that when I was sleeping in the shower...was he painting me then?

Thinking of Su Mu's panic when he rejected him at that time, Chen Feng couldn't help laughing out loud, holding the paper in one hand, looking at it carefully, guessing: Could it be that it was torn off specially to show me the manuscript?It's a pity...

Flipping the paper back to the notebook, Chen Feng pretended not to see it, maybe Su Mu would draw again.

The one-hour live broadcast time has come, and the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached 230 million. Su Mu played the last song, and finally looked at the camera.

"It's time for my task, goodbye." After finishing speaking, he turned off the live broadcast in seconds, making the viewers feel that they were only loved for a short time.

The program team was sorting out the final results, and the two were pulled into an interview again.

After it was over, Chen Feng took Su Mu's supper stall to sit down, ordered two skewers of hot-boiled mutton and a bottle of beer with ten yuan, and started eating.

After taking a sip of wine, Chen Feng said, "I'm going to fly to shoot tomorrow, and I may come back at noon."

This is actually the most normal thing for an artist, but Chen Feng always felt that he had to tell Su Mu himself to reassure himself.

After listening to what he said, Su Mu didn't say anything, just nodded lightly to show that she understood, and took a few sips of wine casually.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Feng felt a little narcissistic, he laughed dryly, "Then what, I'm still here tonight, we are destined to make do with one night." Seeing that Su Mu still didn't respond, he Feeling sad, he suddenly remembered something, and took out the notebook from his pocket.

"Your book."

Su Mu seemed to be awakened, he quickly reached out to pick it up, but he didn't look up, this kind of indifferent attitude made Chen Feng feel that he was the only one continuing the topic, like a stand-up comic.

Getting into a corner, feeling sulking in his heart, Chen Feng insisted on holding the letter, the two of them were in a stalemate, and suddenly said, "You draw me very nicely."

I don't believe it anymore, it doesn't even look up.

As he wished, Su Mu looked at him immediately, with shock and a bit of horror in his eyes, this look made Chen Feng regret so much that he wanted to withdraw his words.

I thought: I have a thin skin in the first place, well, I still have to say it myself, which makes him embarrassed.

But he only guessed half right, Su Mu is still a master of fools, and said nonsense: "I wanted to draw a few more pictures to practice and show you, but I was wondering if I could go to the scenic spot to set up a shelf to draw portraits for people to earn a living money."

Chen Feng pretended to believe his nonsense, and nodded seriously, "Indeed, there seem to be quite a lot of scenic spots here."

The two had another sip of wine each, and the atmosphere cooled down again.

"Come back early tomorrow." Whispered.

"Huh? What did you say?" I really didn't hear clearly.

"Tomorrow! Come early! Come back!" Super loud.

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The author has something to say:

Interview (Su Mu's personal)

Media: May I ask why you only filled in the name of Chen Feng?

Su Mu: emmm... Everyone knows that, I gave him a hook (pull gesture).

Media: Everyone said that Chen Feng liked you very much, what do you think?

Su Mu: I really like him too (serious face).

Media: (Such a blunt buddy, does he understand it) Ah... You two have a strong cp sense too!

Su Mu: (responses suddenly) Whoops, can't you appreciate each other if it's not CP?

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