Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

96 doesn't know if other people enjoy reading it or not, but 96 only knows that he begged Shen Xinglan to publish a book. If the bookstore doesn't have his book, it will destroy the bookstore.

How many days has this mission started?Who wouldn't a normal person conscientiously take the route of pleasing his elder brother and influencing He's mother? To Song Xu, who was the last straw to crush He Shu at a critical moment in his life, who wouldn't suppress his nausea and talk sweetly to him?

So far, Shen Xinglan is the only one who can take the initiative to ask He Yu to buy a watch to make amends, and ask Song Xushang to rush to him so that he can protect him when there is no bloodshed.

How can it be said that the word "ox" is so good.

While watching the show, 96 took a look at the ratings of the channel, and found that the background data had skyrocketed, and it was already firmly in the top ten of my total channel, and many of the public channels were discussing the newcomers with 96.

96 felt honored for a moment, as if he also saw the performance bonus doubled when the task was over.

96 who realized what he was thinking: "..."

Gan!In just two days, how could it be assimilated by Shen Xinglan!Is it doing this job for money? Of course not. It is obviously for realizing self-worth. 996 is the true meaning of the world. If you don’t work hard, you are destined to have no future!

When he was heartbroken and reflecting on himself, the headquarters suddenly sent a message asking all the systems to hold a general meeting to check and collect tasks. The message has been encrypted and the yellow alarm bell is flashing, which means the situation is more serious.

96 didn't dare to delay, informed Shen Xinglan before hanging up the phone, and hurried to the headquarters.

My life is my headquarters is a sky blue crystal city, quietly suspended in mid-air, like a blue whale swimming head, there are many data ports connected in all directions, every system returns, it will automatically turn on the lights.

"System 96, the journey has been exhausting. Welcome home. It has been fifteen days, twenty hours and eight minutes since you came back last time."

Opening his eyes, 96 was wearing a suit and leather shoes, his hair was combed meticulously, and his face was wearing a silver-gray mask. He walked into the system world alone, and met many colleagues who also came to the meeting along the way.

"It's been a long time since I saw a yellow message order. It's been a long time in peace, what else can happen?"

"Shh, the rumors are very tight recently, I heard..."

Whispering sounds kept ringing out, like cicadas chirping one after another on a summer night.

Someone tried to discuss with 96. 96 nodded and smiled, and echoed a few words from time to time. It looked decent, but in fact it couldn't tell the difference between these systems.

Because of the principle of confidentiality, everyone wore masks to enter the venue. Apart from the difference in height, hair and clothing, looking around, 96 people were suffering from intensive phobia.

While talking, a white-haired and silver-eyed person suddenly turned his head to look at 96, and asked, "The newcomer you brought is very fierce, and the ratings of the channel are rising steadily, where did you find this baby?"

96, whose lips were almost welded to his face, paused for a moment, and a deep voice behind him almost rang close to his earlobe: "05."

05, the boss's boss, referred to as the immediate boss, 96 came to a sudden, and replied solemnly: "It's just luck, he was in a car accident and his life was hanging by a thread, so I picked him up."

The other party was obviously not satisfied with the answer, and leaned forward curiously, wanting to ask a few more questions.

But at this moment, an orange light was lit above the head, and immediately there was a constant beeping sound, which was the secret order message passed into the mind of each system.

The meeting officially kicked off. In mid-air, a projected phantom floated, also wearing a mask. He said mechanically and calmly: "I think everyone has received the urgent order from the headquarters. Now we officially start the meeting... ..."

96 checks the secret message in his mind, there are only a few short lines: Virus X has invaded inside, the headquarters is thoroughly investigating the insider, please don't trust anyone at this stage.During the ongoing mission, the world will have special commissioners to assist the inspector. If X is encountered, it will be killed on the spot.

96's eyes froze, and his heart sank. He had heard about Virus X. 15 years ago, the headquarters encountered a virus invasion without warning. , and rebuild the firewall.

Countless high-tech talents gathered here, and they were devastated for dozens of days. The virus paralyzed the headquarters by itself. Let alone solved it in these ten days, they didn't even touch its shadow.

The losses brought to the headquarters in those ten days cannot be estimated in money at all, it can be called a catastrophe. In the end, the virus disappeared by itself. Because it is an unsolved mystery, everyone calls it X.

A smiling gaze met 96, he tilted his head, and looked at the man next to him expressionlessly.

"Long time no see, Xiao Jiu." The man smiled lazily, "You don't know who I am again, do you?"

A number emerged from the bottom of 96's heart: 81.

This was the only person he recognized, but 96 turned his head back, pretending to listen carefully: "I really don't remember."

What responded to him was 81's low smile.

For Shen Xinglan, the presence or absence of 96 doesn't make much difference.

The corners of the western restaurant are filled with all kinds of fragrant flowers. In the entire hall, there are live musicians playing, and the tunes are relaxed and melodious.

Shen Xinglan sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the busy traffic downstairs, while Song Xu on the other side of the dining table concentrated on making desserts.

The meal was coming to an end, but Song Xu didn't want it to end, he wanted to spend more time with He Shu: "Skip class later?"

He pushed the dessert in front of He Shu: "I remember you like this the most."

On the snow plum porcelain plate was a piece of orange mango halberd, which Song Xu cut into small pieces with a fork.

Shen Xinglan looked down, shook his head, and said with a straightforward attitude, "I have to go back to study by myself at night."

Song Xu felt a little regretful, but he didn't insist: "Then I'll go to the bathroom."

After he left, Shen Xinglan leaned back in the chair, the light traced the contours of his facial features all the way, winding and undulating like running water, the sky was completely dark, no light could be found, and the road was lit with dots of lights.

Tapping on the table with long fingers, again and again, Shen Xinglan lowered his eyes to rest his mind.

Suddenly, a voice sounded: "Xiao Shu?"

A figure came to the dining table, wearing a thin blue shirt and lead gray trousers, with a gentle and light demeanor. He looked at Shen Xinglan, paused for a few seconds, and then said:

"That person just now is your boyfriend?"

As soon as he spoke, Shen Xinglan knew what he wanted to do. It turned out that in the plot line, He Yu and Song Xu's affairs were bumped into by others, and there was a lot of trouble in the school.

Everyone knew that Song Xu was He Shu's boyfriend, including his two good brothers, but when this happened, they did nothing at first, and then took turns persuading He Shu to give Song Xu to He Yu.

——"Song Xu is just trying to be fresh for a while, he is not a good person, there is no need to hurt his brothers for him, maybe one day, he will come back when he gets tired of staying with He Yu?"

This is what He Qingcheng and He Shengyuan said.

At that time, He Shu felt that it was extremely absurd and unreasonable. In front of He Yu, he sneered and said, "Do you like garbage recycling?"

He Yu's complexion changed slightly, he bit his lips tightly, and hesitated to say: "I'm sorry, I know my brother likes him very much, but Song Xu insists..."

He Shu was not in the mood to continue listening, he raised his chin haughtily, put his hands in his pockets, and interrupted: "Then I'll give it to you, I don't want it."

After finishing speaking, he walked away without looking back.

Before he had gone far, he heard He Shengyuan and He Qingcheng comforting He Yu behind him.

His deliberately slow pace seemed like a joke at this moment.

Everyone is standing in He Yu's world, and he is the only one who runs counter to it.

……

Shen Xinglan didn't expect He Qingcheng to come to the door so soon, he blinked and hummed lightly.

The dining room was surrounded by lights and music was playing, He Qingcheng stood in the backlight, his facial features looked extraordinarily profound, he glanced at the leftover food on the table, and said calmly:

"Since we have met, brother treats you to a cup of tea?"

Although it was a question, Shen Xinglan had an inexplicable feeling that the other party never considered that he would refuse.

He didn't like this cheap brother, so he smiled immediately: "I'm already full, and Song Xu will be anxious when he doesn't see me when he comes back."

The expression on He Qingcheng's face didn't change a bit. He folded his hands and stood upright. There was a white magnolia plant on a shelf beside him. The flower branches were tilted, and the buds almost touched his black hair.

He looked down at the time, nodded, and said casually: "That's fine, then when Song Xu comes back, I'll have a chat with him."

Shen Xinglan:?

He thought he was the only one who didn't follow the script, but why didn't He Qingcheng follow the routine?

Shen Xinglan couldn't help being a little curious: "What are we talking about?"

He Qingcheng swept over lightly, Ruifeng's eyes seemed to be watered, and his voice was low and pleasant, without any ups and downs: "What do you think?"

Looking into his eyes, Shen Xinglan forgot what she wanted to say for a moment, and then realized it.

After the Xiaoshulin incident, what kind of good words can you talk to Song Xu?

Aren't Shen Xinglan's previous performances all in vain? Naturally, he wouldn't let this happen. Even though he was unwilling in his heart, he still stood up:

"What kind of tea is brother going to buy me? I don't want anything that doesn't taste good."

The western restaurant is a membership system, and if you want to eat, you have to make an appointment in advance. He Shu has been here many times before, so it can be said that he knows this restaurant like the back of his hand.

He Qingcheng led him around, without the need for a waiter to lead the way, passing the corridor decorated with flowers, the private room, and finally stopped in front of the transparent door wrapped in a red-brown door frame.

There was a small wooden table in the room with a whole set of tea sets on it, and two futons under the table. He Qingcheng gestured to him, asking him to sit first.

He Qingcheng half-sat on the futon, started to warm the pot, set the tea, and soaked it warmly. His movements were gentle and slow, not like making tea, but like imitating a painting, revealing an indifferent and leisurely elegance.

When he was making tea, the two of them didn't communicate much. Shen Xinglan glanced at the time from the corner of his eye. It was fine. It was already past the time for evening self-study and class.

The president of the student union took the lead in skipping classes, so it was all the more natural for him to skip classes.

After waking up to tea, He Qingcheng gently pushed the teacup over with his long fingers, his eyes darkened in the hot air: "Tell me, what do you think?"

Shen Xinglan took the teacup, wondering if it was an illusion, in addition to the fragrance of tea in the cup, there was also a scent of cold snow and plum.

He covered the mouth of the cup, sat with his legs crossed, and his posture was relaxed and natural: "Song Xu is a good man, I trust him."

There was a very slight laugh in the air, as brief as ripples on the surface of the water.

It's hard to tell if it's not a mockery, Shen Xinglan squinted his eyes, took a sip of tea, the fragrance of the tea overflowed his lips and teeth, he looked up.

Dim lights scattered through the floor-to-ceiling windows and landed on the slight curve of He Qingcheng's lips. He rubbed the teacup with his fingers, and said softly, "No regrets?"

Shen Xinglan smiled slightly: "Rumors stop at wise men, if you like someone, you have to like everything about him."

He paused, staring at each other: "What's more, I'm not alone, I have brothers to protect me."

Just like a young man who doesn't care about his first love, innocent and innocent, he doesn't defend himself against anyone.

But whoever has a conscience, who can't help but feel compassion?

On the surface, He Qingcheng's expression didn't change at all, his smile remained the same: "I'm also He Yu's brother."

He Shu had heard this sentence too many times, every time he was the one who got hurt, but the other party used it to rub salt on his wound.

Shen Xinglan couldn't help shaking a little, which came from the body's instinctive stress response.

He closed his eyes, the light and shadow scattered, his side face was lonely, and his voice was as soft as a feather: "Brother, what do you mean, do I deserve not to be protected?"

The voice was too soft, as soft as a murmur, rather than trying to get an answer.

He Qingcheng on the opposite side was quiet, he took a sip of tea, his light-colored lips became moist, there was a lot of traffic outside the window, and the lights were changing, only this small tea room was safe and quiet.

Without warning, he said, "Call again, brother, to listen."

Shen Xinglan froze for a moment, her tone full of uncertainty: "Brother?"

He Qingcheng's gaze fell over, as thin as a cold moon, and like a hazy layer of veil: "When did you embroider the tattoo?"

Following his line of sight, Shen Xinglan saw the tattoo near her collarbone.

Strictly speaking, this is not He Shu's tattoo, but Shen Xinglan's body. Although it is a soul wear, he doesn't know why the tattoo is also brought along with it.

He Shu's family education is strict, tattoos are strictly prohibited, and it is normal for He Qingcheng to notice.

Shen Xinglan blinked, with an innocent expression on his face: "If you think it's fun, then you can start it. Don't sue, or I'll die."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, like an abandoned puppy, and said dejectedly: "But you only love He Yu, and you don't love me. Then you go and sue, at worst, I will be kicked out by my mother. I won't blame you, you will always be a good brother in my heart."

The action of lowering his head was not convenient for observing He Qingcheng's expression. Shen Xinglan didn't hear anything for a while, but just when he could hardly bear to raise his head, he suddenly heard a second low laugh.

Like a wind chime gently plucked by the breeze, it quickly disappears.

He Qingcheng put the green tea cup back on the table, and said calmly, "How will you know if you don't try it?"

There was still something to do in the student union, He Qingcheng left first, and only Shen Xinglan was left in the tea room. He sat cross-legged by the table, resting his elbows on the tea table, thinking about it later.

How would you know if you didn't try it—was it responding to what he said?