I had to make the protagonist love me [Quick Transmigration]

The guests on the drawing paper gradually take shape.

A middle-aged man who is thin and as thin as a piece of paper, he sits numbly, with a dull and gloomy expression, and the whites of the inverted triangle eyes occupy most of the pupils.

The system has not discovered that Chi Xiaotian has this talent: "Can you still sketch?"

Chi Xiaotian held back a little: "I am versatile."

The guest is very suitable for the setting of "human skin ghost".

Evil, weird.

The only downside is that the guests may not have been models and are a little cautious.The human skin ghost sat on the stool, resting his hands on his thighs, as if he were a primary school student.

Chi Xiaotian didn't mind either.

The sketching process lasted about two hours, as if it had been printed, the guest on the drawing paper had his eyes half-opened, with a sinister spirit, like a ghost.

Chi Xiaotian was a little embarrassed when he finished drawing, the hour hand pointed to two, more than two hours had passed, he was holding the pencil, thinking whether he should say thank you.

Human skin ghosts are more sensitive.

It stood up suddenly: "Did you finish the painting?" Suppressing the more excited emotions, "I have to go."

Got to go?

Chi Xiaotian stood up dully: "Thank you."

The flimsy guest knocked out the door.

The fog was thick and opaque, and the guest disappeared in the thick fog after walking a few steps. Chi Xiaotian remembered that he hadn't paid the kind guest, so he put down his pencil, picked up the pack of cigarettes, and chased him out.

The glass door shook again.

The fog was white.

Chi Xiaotian took two steps, then stopped slowly, and the person disappeared, as if to prove his thoughts, the dense fog that diffused dispersed instantly.

The moonlight hangs on the corner of the street, the street is cold.

No one seems to be here.

There are residential areas on both sides, but it will be two or three o'clock, and only a few houses are still lit.

Chi Xiaotian stood for a while before going back.

He put the drawing paper in a folder and put it away, ready to take it back at the end of get off work.

He still bought the pack of cigarettes, he remembered the face of that guest, and he would give it to that kind gentleman next time we meet again.

Nowadays, people’s life is fast-paced, especially young people, who get off work very late, and few people cook. There are a lot of fast food in the Happy Convenience Store. These foods are basically on the shelf for a day. If they can’t be sold out that day, the employees have to be responsible for cleaning up dropped.

Of course, employees can choose to eat themselves.

There are still several boxes of lunches before the deadline.

Chi Xiaotian just took a portion. The cold teriyaki chicken rice was a bit greasy. He opened his chopsticks and didn't care too much. He was just hungry and needed to eat. As for what to eat...can make his throbbing stomach feel better Enough.

The seat was wiped clean by Aunt Gao. She is a diligent and kind person with a smile on her face every day.Chi Xiaotian seldom smiles, because he doesn't go out often, his face is even pale from a serious illness.

The baseball uniform was a little too big, covering his shoulders, as if trying to overwhelm him. He lowered his head, revealing a small section of the back of his neck, slender, fragile, white and beautiful.

very beautiful.

Yu Sui thought about it, his expression was a little cold, that's what a born fierce spirit is like.

Chi Xiaotian went to remove the plastic seal of the lunch box, tore off the transparent plastic film, and lifted the lid of the box lunch, just two steps...he couldn't get it open.His eyelashes drooped, a little helpless, and a little dazed.

I was stunned again.

He put down his chopsticks and stood up slowly, so let's stop eating.

Chi Xiaotian is not very eager to eat, he is just hungry.

Anyway, if you are hungry for a while, you should not be hungry anymore.

In a place where Chi Xiaotian can't see.

The human skin ghost could no longer maintain its human form, it collapsed and scattered, forming a pale mist.

Yu Sui's fingertips branched out a red line, the red line pierced into the white mist, the human-skinned ghost wailed, making the sound of water splashing into boiling oil.

"Forgive your life, spare your life."

"……grown ups."

Until the pale mist is about to completely dissipate.

Yu Sui: "Lend me your skin."

He is not visible yet.

Human skin ghosts are not strong, but they can appear.

The human skin ghost screamed: "My lord."

Want its skin?

The red light was so intense that it seemed to ooze blood, and the human skin ghost screamed: "I borrow it!"

The human-skin ghost's voice was too shrill, that kind of weirdness seemed to affect the reality, Chi Xiaotian heard a slight movement, he turned his head, the convenience store was quiet, there was nothing.

Nor is there nothing.

The glass door was pushed, and with a welcome sound, Chi Xiaotian saw that the guest who left had returned, he was still very thin, but not so thin anymore.

I don't know if it's Chi Xiaotian's illusion, but he still feels a little familiar with that plain face.

The "guest" looked a little cold.

He glanced at the boxed lunch on the table, and said in a depressed voice, "Eating ice is not good for the stomach."

Chi Xiaotian looked at the guest, his eyes seemed to have changed subtly, even his body shape seemed to be a bit taller, he was very nervous, his palms were sweating: "I..."

He is not good at communicating with people, especially strangers, he buried his head, "I'm sorry."

The convenience store is well equipped.

Guests are self-conscious.

He walked a little leisurely, Chi Xiaotian went to see him secretly, it was very thin, especially thin, he still felt...familiar, that sense of familiarity seemed to rush up, he bit his lip unconsciously, his eyes fogged up again .

Sterile eggs, two steaks, tin foil boxes, and the convenience store has a heating station for heating boxed lunches for customers.The guests rolled up their sleeves, cooked the noodles and fried the steak as if no one was there.

The heat was scalding and the mist was lingering.

Chi Xiaotian wanted to talk to him.

But he didn't know what to say, he twisted his sleeves and covered his eyelashes falsely.

As time went by, the sizzling sound of fried steak and the aroma of tonkotsu ramen became more and more inflated, and Chi Xiaotian felt his stomach began to hurt again.

The fast food he ate was cold food.

It's been a long time since I touched food like this, steaming hot food.

It smells good.

So hungry.

So hungry.

Chi Xiaotian's lunch box was still on the table, and he thought to himself that he would eat it after the meeting people left.

The guest was carrying the plate, and he sat down, it should be easy, the boxed lunch that Chi Xiaotian longed for was thrown into the trash can,

Chi Xiaotian: "..."

He pursed his lower lip again.

As if aware of Chi Xiaotian's gaze, the guest looked over: "Your?"

What is society most afraid of.

The two are alone.

That gaze was too aggressive for Chi Xiaotian, his eyelashes twitched twice, a little unbearable, but he still couldn't help looking at Yu Sui, his dark eyes were watery: "...um."

Yu Sui's voice was very weak: "Then I will compensate you."

Chi Xiaotian consciously refused: "No need."

He remembered the pack of cigarettes again, and quickly took it out, "I, just now..."

The human skin ghost's skin couldn't support Yu Sui's spirit body, and Yu Sui's arms under the sleeves had already melted a little. When Chi Xiaotian lowered his head to pick up a cigarette, he walked to the door of the convenience store.

The man looked sideways, the light covering his shoulders was suddenly very dazzling, Chi Xiaotian had to avoid it slightly.

The man's voice was a little sandy: "Give it to me next time."

next time?

When is the next time.

Chi Xiaotian was stunned for about two or three seconds, and when he looked over again, there was no one there.

There was thick fog again in the street.

The pack of cigarettes was still quietly lying in Chi Xiaotian's palm, and the ramen was still steaming,

The smell of steak is still alluring... It's not a hallucination, he belatedly closed his palms.

The cigarette case is angular and stings.

Chi Xiaotian slowed down for a while, he moved over slowly, everyone left, it's better not to waste, the key is that he is really hungry.

The soup of tonkotsu ramen is milky white.

He picked it up with chopsticks, blew it, and put it in his mouth.

Chi Xiaotian suddenly stood up.

He pushed open the glass door, ran along the thick fog, crossed the street, ran across the street corner, he was panting, his head was buzzing, his stomach was throbbing, he had to stop, his pale face flushed: "Brother."

The young man looked up.

There is no one in the vast fog.

Tears fell unconsciously, and he covered his face: "Brother." His heart was beating fast, convulsing in pain, he squatted down, hugging his knees and crying.

is it you?

don't go.Chi Xiaotian didn't cry for long.

He has to go back to the store.

Shouldn't be him.

It's just that the taste of cooking is somewhat similar.

If it was him...he wouldn't be leaving.

Chi Xiaotian went to wash his face before sitting down to eat, even if he thought it wasn't him, he would still cry.The blush on the young man's face hadn't completely dissipated because of his vigorous running.

He pinched the chopsticks, and his eyelashes, which had just been wet, were wet with tears again.

When Chi Xiaotian was crying, there was basically no sound, only tears were falling.

pat, pat.

Pale, sensitive, and fragile.

Yu Sui didn't leave, it's just that the human skin ghost's skin can no longer be worn, Chi Xiaotian can't see him anymore.

The human skin ghost hugged his own skin distressedly, the skin was ragged after being worn by Yu Sui for a while, the elbow was melted, and the face was about to fall off.

If Yu Sui wears it for another minute, the human skin ghost will probably be wiped out.

Yu Sui watched quietly.

elder brother?

Who is that?

Seeing that Chi Xiaotian is so sad, is that person dead?

It should be someone very important to Chi Xiaotian, but Yu Sui didn't see a ghost around Chi Xiaotian, he was the only ghost around Chi Xiaotian.

Chi Xiaotian finished eating a serving of ramen, he didn't seem to feel full, he even finished two servings of steak, when he was clearing the table, he realized belatedly that the guest didn't seem to pay the bill.

It doesn't matter if you don't pay, it's all eaten by him.

He can make up later.

Chi Xiaotian picked up the ramen bowl, his expression was startled again.

The guest paid.

I gave more.

A few red banknotes are pressed under the disposable tinfoil bowl.

Chi Xiaotian didn't know what to do, he had never encountered such a thing, he thought, he should return the money, but he didn't recognize that person.

After posting again for a while, Chi Xiaotian went to the counter and started to collect the cash, at least to clear the account this time.

The rest of the money was received by Chi Xiaotian in a small box, together with the pack of cigarettes, he also wrote a sticky note on it, and Yu Sui saw the beautiful words.

──Good Mr. Strange.

07: 30.

Aunt Gao came to take over the shift, and Chi Xiaotian went back.

After Chi Xiaotian washed up, he posted the manuscript before going to sleep.

8: 31.

[Lingke]: Thank you for your contribution.

10: 01.

[Lingke]: Hello.

[Lingke]: Have you met this person?

[Lingke]: May I ask where did you draw the material from?

[Lingke]: Are you still alive!