The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Going to work again, Zhou Qi found that he had a lot less work.

In terms of quantity, the work was not less, but in terms of content, it was much easier—at least for Zhou Qi.

Mr. Jas, the head of the elementary school dance teaching group, no longer forces him to practice dance in the dance room on a daily basis, and Ms. Liu Yihong will not tell him to pay more attention to the concert at the end of September every time we meet, except for the modern human ai Mr. Jiang Ju, a performance artist, still treats people harshly as always, and his life is no longer stressful.

The exhausting technical work has been transformed into star image management - the company let him sign the new blue blood brand eorio as the spokesperson for the Asia-Pacific region, and several eorio men's clothing advertisements are waiting to be shot.After the summer vacation, there are still several major spring and summer fashion weeks abroad from September to October this year to participate in.The contract was signed very quickly, and the invitation letter for watching the show of the eorio brand in the spring and summer fashion week has already arrived.

There were also a few realistic literary film scripts that came to my door, asking Zhou Qi if he had any intention of filming.Zhou Qi took a rough look at the script. The logic of the script was clear and realistic, and there were no extreme personalities.After such a movie is finished and released, even if it has no chance to soar the box office, it will not ruin the reputation of the leading actor.

This kind of work arrangement is obviously transforming him from the men's team traffic to other aspects.

Higher-end, longer-lasting, and without the exhaustion of young artists' hard work.

Although Zhou Qi doesn't know much about the six blue bloods, eight red bloods and many luxury brands in the world, he also knows the level of "eorio".It is not that foreign brands do not favor domestic traffic artists as their regional spokespersons, but even if Chuan Entertainment has such resources, they will not assign them to him.Because the qualifications are not suitable.

In the same way, the directors whose scripts are waiting to be cast can only feel that they are suitable for making literary films if they are out of their minds.

These things are probably the hands of his "financial master".

It was Fu Ye who changed his work content.

There are more things that Fu Ye can mobilize than expected.Being able to make his debut for a few years and get to his current position, being able to not accept interviews or commercial activities is still the top in the circle. Zhou Qi had already estimated that Fu Ye's road to fame would definitely not be a touching and inspirational story, but it also Unexpectedly, Fu Ye was so uninspiring.

Being taken care of by Fu Ye, Fu Ye wanted him to be as unmotivated as he was.

This is too much.

Today I shot a commercial for eorio's new season men's clothing. The last edited commercial was about one and a half minutes long. I shot it from seven in the morning to two or three in the afternoon.As for the problem of talent learning, Zhou Qi's camera sense is not bad. The director of the shooting roughly talked about the inspiration and the style required, and Zhou Qi can also understand seven or eight out of ten of the director's meaning.

But the problem is the ascetic style of eorio's new season's formal attire. To describe it more specifically, it requires the photographer to act like a gentle scum and a beast in clothes.This kind of adult scumbag style has produced a serious rejection reaction for Zhou Qi, a civilized and polite young pioneer.

Judging from the main style, Zhou Qi estimated that Fu Ye was originally the spokesperson that eorio was optimistic about, but Fu Ye pushed him again.

"Okay!" The director made an "ok" gesture and said to Zhou Qi, "It's been hard work for a day of filming. Mr. Zhou, go drink some water and take a break. We'll wrap it up in 15 minutes."

Zhou Qi quickly jumped off the high wooden stool and nodded, "Yes, thanks for your hard work."

The staff rushed over, and the assistant, Ms. Zhao, handed over a bottle of water thoughtfully: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to touch up your makeup?"

"No, I'll make a phone call. I'll be back later." Zhou Qi said.

"Oh, alright."

It was for Fu Ye.pass.

After passing the phone, Fu Ye called him in a low voice: "Zhou Qi."

Zhou Qi entered the bathroom, stood in front of the half-length mirror, his fingers were on the tie button of the burgundy tie, which looked more and more like a red scarf: "Mr. Fu, I'm shooting an advertisement."

Fu Ye asked, "What advertisement?"

Asking the question knowingly, Zhou Qi thought to himself.Zhou Qi leaning on the mirror

, laughed, and said teasingly: "The young pioneers who created a civilized city advertise."

The phone rang, and Fu Ye laughed softly.

"I'm looking in the mirror in the bathroom. Mr. Fu, do you know what I'm thinking?" Zhou Qi continued.

"Thinking about what?"

Zhou Qi held the phone with one hand, untied his tie with the other, and pulled it out from under his collar.A silk jacquard tie drapes over the marble vanity."Want to tie your wrists with a tie, sit you in front of a mirror, and undress you piece by piece," he laughed.

Fu Ye was short of breath.

Zhou Qi said again: "Mr. Fu, tell me, what will I do next?"

Fu Ye sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, and he was the only one in the huge office.

The slender fingers touched the tie around the collar, and the Windsor knot loosened little by little, and the tie fell down and became entangled between the fingers. "What do you want to do?" Fu Ye asked.

"Don't ask me." Zhou Qi lowered his voice and said slowly, "Ask you... what do you miss me for?"

Fu Ye sat motionless, with a calm expression, but the tie between his fingers became more and more tightly entangled.

Then it slid off the back of the chair all at once, onto the suit pants.Hide all the dirty things.

He didn't speak any more.

So Zhou Qi asked: "Why don't you talk?"

Fu Ye's Adam's apple twitched, but remained silent.

Zhou Qi thought for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and crossed the line: "Mr. Fu, what are you thinking now?" He paused for three to five seconds, and before he could reply, he licked his lips and asked, "Would you like me Shall I call you?"

"..." Throat was dry, "Enough."

Zhou Qi glanced at the time, not very dexterously stuck the tie back into the shirt collar with one hand, and hooked up the tie button, but it always seemed messier than before, as if he had done something shady.Zhou Qi lazily said: "Pretentious gentleman, Mr. Fu, you are more suitable for this year's eorio autumn and winter men's clothing shooting theme. It is really inappropriate for you to find me."

Slowly rubbing his fingertips on the soft and cold silk tape, Fu Ye was puzzled. He didn't admit that he assigned Zhou Qi the identity of eorio's spokesperson, but said: "The eorio show at foreign spring and summer fashion week in October You need to be there."

Zhou Qi looked at the mirror and fiddled with the tie that was scattered everywhere, and asked with a smile, "Fu Mingzhi, did you do it on purpose?"

"What are you asking?"

"Continue to pretend?" Zhou Qi said.

Fu Ye said calmly, "I don't know what you are referring to."

"This year's global finals will be in late October, and then I have received a total of [-] show invitations from brands of all sizes, whether relevant or not, all will be in late October." Zhou Qi laughed angrily, " Awesome, Fu Mingzhi, from October [-]th to October [-]th, I have arranged the time clearly for me every day, lest I have one day to fly back to China, what do you think I mean?"

"You think too much. It has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Qi said: "Fu Mingzhi, don't lie to me."

Fu Ye lowered his eyes and unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly. "You are not a professional player, you are an artist. Do what you should do, and don't do things that have nothing to do with you. The global finals of a game have nothing to do with you."

Zhou Qi suddenly became irritable.He wanted to see Fu Ye now.

"Fu Mingzhi." He said.

"Ah."

"Does it feel good to control someone? Huh?"

"No." Fu Ye said coldly.

Obviously he didn't say anything yet, but Fu Ye said there was nothing.Zhou Qi thought for a while, then suddenly asked with a smile: "Fu Mingzhi, do you really want me to be inseparable from you from now until I die?"

"..." His fingers curled up tightly, "No."

Zhou Qi usually calls him "Teacher Fu" and "Xiao Ming" when he is intimate, and "Mingzhi Fu" when he is distant.But he doesn't like either.he does not like

Zhou Qi called him "teacher" from a distance and didn't like Zhou Qi calling him the person Zhou Qi knew.

"But I like you, and I couldn't leave you." Zhou Qi said, "It's just that this 'inseparable' is not a pathological attachment, nor is it placing all the expectations and weight of life on a person. If I become In that case, you will be very tired, and you will no longer like me."

It was quiet.

"Fu Mingzhi, let me ask you, do you like me now?"

His chest seemed to be congested, and he felt uncomfortably depressed.Like a sharp needle, piercing the brain, blurring out a picture that never happened, overlapping back and forth.It seemed as if time was going backwards, and it seemed as if something had come out of nothing, two boys in school uniform-style white shirts rode their bicycles and blew past like the wind.

He doesn't like Zhou Qi.

But he... was afraid that Zhou Qi would lose him.

He fears.

Fu Ye was at a loss, and whispered, "Don't go."

Zhou Qi was taken aback.

"Just don't leave." He said, "You promised me, Zhou Qi."

Zhou Qi held the phone blankly, not even noticing that someone came in the bathroom: "...do you remember?"

The headache was splitting, but it was like a ridiculous dream.Fu Ye rubbed his temples, and his tone slowly returned to his original calm: "I'm sorry, I'm very tired, I'll hang up first. You can arrange things about Fashion Week yourself, I don't mean to force you. See you tonight."

Zhou Qi was stunned.

Until the young man who entered the bathroom cautiously approached him and spoke to him: "Mr. Zhou? The commercial shooting of eorio will continue...Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes. Let's go."

Fu Ye left the next day.There is a job abroad, but Zhou Qi did not ask about the specific job.

But the next morning, Zhou Qi was alone.

Zhou Qi pushed all kinds of strange literary movies that came to him, threw away all the show invitations except eorio, went back to the company and continued to learn dancing with fn for next month's concert with the head of the primary school teaching group, and with ai Performance artists learn to sing.

It can be said that he doesn't know how to praise, Zhou Qi has no interest in being arranged to go along the way and raised like a canary.

I am used to going the wrong way, and my temper is like this.

In the Baidu entry, Mr. Jiang Ju, a "young, lonely and talented composer", never expected that he would find such a big trouble when he wrote a song for someone he liked.

For fn's concert at the end of September, Mr. Jiang Ju was not only responsible for the composition of the finale love song, but also responsible for the adaptation and arrangement of some songs that were not originally sung.Apparently, as the star of fn, a rising boy group, he couldn't invite him at all, so Mr. Jiang Ju voluntarily.

Jiang Ju looked at fn's only student detained today with a blank face.

The student nodded to him: "Hello, teacher."

Then two nodded: "Teacher, please start talking."

The last three nods: "Teacher, please start today's learning tasks."

Jiang Ju: "..."

In only one week, he completely forgot what Zhou Qi used to look like when he pursued him recklessly and insulted Ning Yihao bitterly. Now when he sees Zhou Qi, he can only think of Zhou Qi's serious face when he met him. Just say "Hello, teacher" and then "Teacher please start talking" and finally "Teacher please start today's learning tasks".

Jiang Ju really wanted to ask Zhou Qi if he was mentally ill, but he couldn't say that in front of other fn people, especially Ning Yihao.

But today everyone else in fn is gone.

So Jiang Ju looked Zhou Qi up from bottom to top, and said bluntly, "Zhou Qi, are you sick?"

Zhou Qi saluted him: "Report to the teacher, the latest version of anti-virus software has been installed. Teacher, please start today's after-school learning tasks."

Jiang Ju: "..."

Zhou Qi thought: the so-called what is in the heart is what you see, probably as a human body AI artist, seeing other people is just like him

Such a great AI artist.In order not to hold back fn's brother's concerts, he has to get used to Mr. Jiang Ju's way of thinking.

The phone rang.

Zhou Qi glanced at the caller ID, then at Jiang Ju, and said sternly, "Warning, there is a virus attack. Please take leave today and go out to kill the virus. See you tomorrow, teacher."

"...You fucking," Jiang Ju didn't bring it up in one breath, but Zhou Qi turned around and left before he finished speaking, "..."

Jiang Zhengming called.

It was getting late, today's training was over, Jiang Zhengming was stuck in the soft bed, the boss was reluctant: "Are you free tonight? Come to the base when you are free."

Zhou Qi was walking out, and said with a smile: "Are you ready? Xiao Jianger, you can do it."

Jiang Zhengming wanted to scold someone—could he fucking not date him?Was that his appointment?

That day after Zhou Qi finished posting the Weibo post "To win a runner-up team, r is enough", the captain of k2 replied almost instantly: "Are you the amateur sissy who defeated captain r? If the strongest team in ll is the captain who loses to If you are an amateur passer-by, then don’t have any expectations for the ll division. If you don’t agree, then we will see you in the finals and the results will speak.”

3 minute later.

"fn Zhou Qi: Come on, the finals are still far away, let's play a friendly match first, r vs. k2, a solo wheel match. Shall we take it?"

"fn Zhou Qi: In addition, can you tell the difference? k2christ"

Jiang Zhengming was not notified, r was not notified.Good at making claims.

But it happened that such an over-the-top and assertive Weibo suddenly ignited the attention. Before the r official Weibo had time to respond, this Weibo was reposted, from e-sports fans to melon passers-by, from ordinary people The user goes to Weibo Big v.

ll, the national competition area.

It was because this matter was too serious that R was cautious and cautious, not daring to be too arrogant, for fear of disappointing everyone's expectations.

But from fans to passers-by, none of the people who paid attention to this matter had expected such "caution".

Everyone expects that r will forcefully seal k2, and the ll division will crush the ls division to the ground.It's just that the current r can't do it, and neither can re, so no one dares to respond, and the answer is only verbal.

There is a scene on Weibo, and another scene in the r base.

What happened to Zhou Qi at the r base, the head of the club, the coach, the team leader, and the whole r team came to find him.Jiang Zhengming's expression was very bad, and only the person in charge was speaking, which was quite polite: "Mr. Zhou, you are a public figure, and you need to be responsible for your own remarks. The club is also actively dealing with the k2 provocation, but there is no result yet. If you post such a Weibo, it will cause great misleading to the public, and the impact will be very bad..."

Zhou Qi didn't finish listening to the person in charge, and asked lazily: "Does r accept temporary substitutes? No money, just play a friendly match and leave."

"Mr. Zhou Qi, you..."

"Solo wheel race, r and k2 each choose a solo player at the start, the team that loses the solo will replace the next player, and the winning team will continue to play with the start player, and the cycle will continue. After all the players have played, the other team will win." Zhou Qi smiled, "If R takes a temporary substitute, I will be enough alone."

look at each other.

Jiang Zhengming stood up abruptly, and stared at Zhou Qi: "Are you pretending to be happy? Do you think you are the hero who saved the country? It is how good you feel about yourself that makes you dare to single out in the name of r." k2? Who gave you the rights? Who can you win as an amateur passer-by?"

After being scolded, Zhou Qi didn't feel any pain: "I can win you, I won 24 rounds of you." Zhou Qi paused, then smiled, "As for k2, it's heads-up without letting go. I played this game from the beginning. Haven't lost yet."

Jiang Zhengming's face flushed because of anger.He raised his voice:

"What if we lose? Zhou Qi, why the hell do you dare to say such a thing?"

"The probability of me losing is less than one in ten thousand."

Zhou Qi was not in a hurry, "Speak softly, brother"

Jiang Zhengming kept his eyes open, his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand.

Seeing the tension between the two, the team leader pulled Jiang Zhengming: "Sit down! Just withdraw the wrong Weibo PR, Jiang Zhengming, what are you doing?"

The person in charge coughed and said seriously: "Mr. Zhou, you love e-sports and we all understand that you want to win glory for the country. But this is not a child's play, and you are not a professional. It’s better to deal with it coldly, and the club strictly stipulates that private competitions are not allowed between teams. So the best way to deal with it is to withdraw from Weibo, and both the club and your company will deal with it.”

Zhou Qi leaned back, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Guys, the most annoying thing for me is that some people say that ll is not good. The second annoying thing is that others point at ll and say it's bad. The ll team, which occupies the competition quota, dare not Squeak. Do you understand?"

The person in charge wiped off his sweat: "Mr. Zhou, the truth is not as simple as you think..."

"You guys think it's complicated." Zhou Qi touched the phone and took it out, "But me and those melons in k2 think very simple."

Zhou Qi threw the phone to the person in charge and shrugged: "k2 agreed, what should I do?"

Mobile Weibo interface.

"k2christ: solo? Yes! (Learning Chinese, sorry for the typo)"

"Bada—" the Coke pull tab opened.

Zhou Qi took a sip, put the can on the table, and said with a smile: "There are two things I need to clarify. First, if your opponent says you are bad, winning him is the only way to prove that he is farting. Second Two, I mentioned the solo game because r is not my team, and I can't cooperate with r in team play."

"Five against five, r can't win against k2 now." Zhou Qi looked at Jiang Zhengming, "but I hope you still remember last year's winning team, called r."