After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

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Xuan Qing returned home in a daze, his footsteps stopped at the door.

He opened his hand: "Hug."

Yan Ruiwen took two steps back, looked at Xuan Qing in disbelief, and after confirming that Xuan Qing was serious, his ears turned red, he took a step with his long legs, and wrapped his long arms around him, hugging Xuan Qing in his arms, stiffly Comfort Xuan Qing.

"Working... is not going well?"

Xuan Qing leaned on his shoulder and said softly, "It went well."

It's because it went so well...

The quiet time lingers around them, that is a distance of 300 years.

It was long enough to forget each other, but he persistently followed Xuanqing in his memory in the virtual world time and time again. In order not to forget Xuanqing, he might even weave countless unforgettable life and death farewells for them.

What a fool.

Finally, Xuanqing knew everything, but couldn't remember their past, and Yan Ruiwen remembered Xuanqing, but forgot himself.

12

Xuan Qing sat quietly at the desk to write his resignation letter, and the registrar sent Xuan Qing a video message with flailing teeth and claws—you skipped work for two days, do you not want to do it anymore!

Xuanqing told him truthfully: I stole the administrator's magnetic card, so I should be dismissed within two days.

In less than five seconds, the communicator rang.

The registrar said: "Tear up your resignation letter, come to work tomorrow, and bring the magnetic card to me."

Xuan Qing asked: "Do you want to conduct a public review?"

The registrar swears for the first time: "Review, I think there is something wrong with you. When the administrator is looking for the magnetic card, I will help you. I said that I took the wrong card and took it home."

"Why are you?"

"You still owe me the year-end bonus. If you want to escape, there is no way!"

Xuan Qing whispered, "Thank you."

The registrar sighed: "We have been working together for two years. Modern people have a very long life expectancy, and there are still more than 100 years to live in the future. I reluctantly accept your face. If the higher-ups transfer an ugly monster to get along with me day and night, then How miserable I am."

"Yes, there are still more than 100 years in the future..." Xuan Qing muttered to himself.

The registrar continued: "Besides, when I get married in the future, you have to be the best man."

Xuan Qing ignited the soul of gossip: "Did you confess your love to the engineer?"

The registrar suddenly choked on his own saliva, and frantically turned off the communicator.

It seems that being crushed is always better than crushing.

Yan Ruiwen leaned against the door: "In a good mood?"

Xuan Qing smiled and walked over to hold his hand: "The past era cannot be traced back, but fortunately we have a complete future."

Yan Ruiwen lowered his head and looked at their intertwined hands.

"Are you belittling me?"

"..."

Perhaps, their future is still worrying.

13

After Xuanqing's attitude towards Yan Ruiwen gradually became clear, he became more aggressive and even interfered with Xuanqing's work in many ways.

"Do you have to go to work?"

"Do you have to smile at work?"

"Why doesn't the chicken guy have to face so many people every day?"

Xuan Qing corrected him: "It's the registrar, not the chicken."

Yan Ruiwen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why doesn't the registrar have to face so many people every day?"

Xuan Qing thought for a second and said, "Because he only needs to support one person, I want to support two."

His face instantly became ugly.

Xuan Qing also felt quite aggrieved when he said it, the golden house has kept her charming for so long, he occasionally took Yan Ruiwen to the street, and every time he saw couples kissing in the street, Yan Ruiwen's thin lips would move, and there would always be four words: immoral.

The repaired robot was sent back from the factory, and Xuanqing was freed from the trouble of manually squeezing the juice, but faced a new trouble.

Yan Ruiwen is 100% skeptical. He doesn't believe that putting raw meat and vegetables in the machine can automatically produce delicious and healthy food, so he insists on doing it himself.

If his former younger brother could jump out of the virtual world, he would be shocked to see the scene in front of him.

The devil who calls the wind and the rain, diligently planting vegetables, watering and raising flowers, worrying about why there are no bugs from time to time, and worrying about what to do if there are bugs.

Xuan Qing persuaded him earnestly: "You are a future man, you must believe in the power of technology."

Yan Ruiwen listened to Xuan Qing's words in one ear and out the other. After gradually adapting to the reality of technology, he used his own set of standards to evaluate which ones could be trusted and which ones had ulterior motives.

Xuan Qing was lying on the sofa, watching his busy figure, he would often think of a joke from the beginning: You can't fly over the wall, you can't kill people, and you don't have a brother, you are only with me now... …

Their relatives and friends have all returned to the dust and scattered into space in the long years. Even if there are miraculously alive people, they have all forgotten them.

300 years ago, they chose a doomed lonely road to win a possibility about the future.

Xu Xuanqing was too engrossed in watching, Yan Ruiwen raised his head and frowned.

"how?"

Xuan Qing raised his chin and said to him: "It's too unromantic. According to your ancient thinking, shouldn't you take me to sit and watch Yun Juan Yun Shu?"

He stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands, and stood up.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but feel nervous, does he really want to take him on a horse ride?

Then, listening to him, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Yun Juan Yun Shu."

"..."

Xuanqing's high-performance sound-controlled ceiling faithfully fulfilled the expectations of the second master. The white clouds stretched and curled up in the intertwined light and shadow, spring, summer, autumn and winter passed away in a blink of an eye, and the sound system even recited ancient books cleverly.

Yan Ruiwen asked expectantly, "Is it romantic?"

Xuan Qing opened the corner of his mouth: "Ha, ha, ha."

In the evening Xuanqing turned on the home system on a whim, wanting to know whether Yan Ruiwen called Jin Yong or Gu Long when he went to work, but the moment the data spread out, he couldn't help but smile.

He called out—Xuanqing.