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

The call was hung up at ten o'clock domestic time.

Another call at twelve o'clock.

In the early morning of the country, twelve time zones apart, it is noon.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

"I dreamed of you." Zhou Qi said.

Fu Ye didn't speak for a while, listening quietly to the low rustling sound from the receiver, it was the cloth rubbing against the silk quilt, the feather pillow moved, and there was a dissatisfied "tsk". "Yup again." said the other side.

There was another rustling sound.The opposite party said absently: "Fu Mingzhi, just tell me something, I want to hear your voice."

"Zhou Qi."

"Ah."

His tone was restrained, but his hands were curled up tightly: "It's early morning, you should go to bed." He knew exactly what Zhou Qi was doing.

"Um... continue."

"...What do you want me to say?"

"This, you can say whatever you want." After a pause, he continued, smiling, "Of course, if you can say something that can irritate me, I'm extremely happy."

"Then tell me, what words can stimulate you."

Ask knowingly.The voice is low and slow, magnetic and slightly hoarse.

Zhou Qi was "willing to dispel doubts" and said, "When you think of things that I can think of together, they all stimulate me." He leaned back and asked with a smile, "Fu Mingzhi, am I right?"

Fu Ye smiled lightly. "you know me well."

"To each other." Zhou Qi said.

There was a muffled sound.The phone falls on the bed sheet.

Zhou Qi arched his waist and pressed the speakerphone: "Xiao Ming, talk."

Quiet.

So Zhou Qi asked: "Shy?"

"No." He replied quickly this time.

"Speak if you don't."

No matter from his demeanor or his tone of voice, Fu Ye couldn't find a trace of embarrassment.Only Fu Ye could feel his hot ears.Very annoying.

"what do you want me to say."

"Tell me what you thought."

"……it is good."

It takes 12 hours and 45 minutes to fly from NY to A.

It takes 1 hour and 15 minutes to rush from Airport No. [-] in City A to the apartment in Xiangyang District.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Ye came back.

But there was no one in the duplex.

By eight o'clock, there was no one but him.

Where is Zhou Qi?

At base r, I often go there these days.

It's not that Zhou Qi wants to stay in the r club to harass the whole team and not leave, it's mainly because the r base is in charge of the meals.He especially likes the feeling of eating together with his teammates.

Of course, Jiang Zhengming might not like it very much.

With a dark face, Jiang Zhengming threw the leather bag containing the hamburger on Zhou Qi's face: "Get off my bed!"

Zhou Qi was lying on Jiang Zhengming's bed looking at his mobile phone. The cowhide bag came down, and the mobile phone "slapped" on the bridge of Zhou Qi's nose.

"Fuck," Zhou Qi pressed the bridge of his nose, "Xiao Jiang'er, can't you be gentle?"

r Zhongdan Song Li was also in Jiang Zhengming's room, and the three of them got together to eat takeaway.

Song Li is a small child, with milky white skin, looks like a good child, sitting beside him biting a beef burger and not daring to speak.

Jiang Zhengming threw the chicken wings on Zhou Qi's face again: "Why do you have so many troubles when you come to Cengfan at night? It's eight o'clock and you force people to order another takeaway, isn't it reasonable?"

"I'm hungry, there's no place to eat. Xiao Jiang'er, please keep your voice down." Zhou Qi took a sip of iced Coke and said slowly, "Those who heard it outside thought I slept with your girlfriend."

After saying this, Jiang Zhengming couldn't help venting his anger: "Zhou Qi, you fucking say it again?"

"Okay, I haven't slept or slept." Zhou Qi held the straw in his mouth

, raising his hands in surrender, "Hurry up and eat, I will practice with you for two rounds after eating, and the early training will end early, and I have to go back to the company to dance tomorrow."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Qi ate quickly and seldom, and finished eating in a few minutes. He took the Coke and turned on the machine, and turned his back to Jiang Zhengming and asked, "Is the r result expected in this year's s competition?"

The s match, the season series, is the global finals in October.

"No."

"Then where do you think r can go?" Zhou Qi asked again.

"do not know."

Zhou Qi said: "Tell me one, guessing is fine, ambition is fine too."

Jiang Zhengming was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered impatiently and said, "Am I a god? How could I know? What do you mean by asking me? I mean what I mean? I said that r wants to win the championship, then he can..." Halfway through speaking, Jiang Zhengming hoarse all of a sudden, and said to himself, "It's really boring."

Zhou Qi got up halfway, pulled a pack of cigarettes from Jiang Zhengming's desk, took out one, and threw the cigarette to Jiang Zhengming again.

The cigarette was lit and held between Zhou Qi's fingers.He inhaled lazily, leaned back on the gaming chair, and said, "If you want to win the championship, then you can win it."

Jiang Zhengming didn't want to look at Zhou Qi, so he tilted his head and sneered: "It doesn't hurt your back to stand and talk. Amateurs, don't point fingers, can you?"

"One time is equivalent to countless times. If you take it once, you have the ability to take it a second time." Zhou Qi dusted off the cigarette, "Why did you just point out the country, don't you believe in yourself?"

"It's none of your business whether I believe it or not."

"Whether or not I win the championship in the ll division is of course none of my business."

"You...you fucking like to point fingers and meddle in your own business?"

"When I played k2 yesterday, why didn't you say that I was meddling in my business?" Zhou Qi turned to Jiang Zhengming and Song Li together with the gaming chair, squinting his eyes and asked, "Now you won't recognize anyone after winning? Jiang Zhengming, do you really feel that?" I'm meddling in my own business, or am I afraid of being scolded by others, so scolded that I give up on myself, and don't even dare to think about winning the championship again?"

Jiang Zhengming took a deep breath and turned his head to stare at Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi just asked with that nonchalant attitude that he disliked: "Let me guess, do you feel that the whole world doesn't understand you, that no one in the world can give up and understand you?" You, when a group of people lose, they will fucking scold, scold, scold, scold, scold ass, why should you let them down, what do they know, what have they paid? I said right?"

With every sentence, Jiang Zhengming's face became more and more ugly.

Song Li turned his face away, threw the hamburger aside, and his face was not good-looking.

Zhou Qi took a puff of the cigarette and spit it out again, and with the rest, he said in the smog: "It's not just others who don't understand you, it's just for you two years ago to see what you look like now, You can’t even understand yourselves—what were you thinking about when you first entered the industry, and what are you thinking about now?”

"In the past, I was full of enthusiasm. I wanted to get the name of e-sports, I wanted to win glory for the country, I wanted to win the championship, and I wanted to stand out. Right?" Zhou Qi smiled coldly, "Now? Thinking about how to let others understand you, thinking about How can I make you understand and think about how to let others share your pressure? Brother, let me ask you, are you a professional player or a housewife?"

Zhou Qi made a narrow gesture to Jiang Zhengming: "The world is huge, but what you see is only so much in front of you. You can't even see the purpose of choosing to play professional games that you can find when you look back."

silence.

Jiang Zhengming tightened his fist little by little, his veins showing. "Enough," he stood up abruptly, "You..."

—You don't understand anything.

Jiang Zhengming habitually wanted to say this sentence to escape the reality, but suddenly fell silent, unable to say this sentence again.Don't Zhou Qi understand?Does Zhou Qi not understand or is he not happy to hear others say that?

...Why don't you understand him.

And why should I understand him.

Song Li has been

He lowered his head, moved his toes, and clenched his hands tightly: "R's problem... We all know it, but it's easier said than done... Winning the championship is indeed a very stressful thing."

"It's okay." Zhou Qi walked to Jiang Zhengming's side and patted Jiang Zhengming's face. Jiang Zhengming reacted greatly and hit Zhou Qi on the back of his hand with a "slap", which turned red all of a sudden.

Zhou Qi hissed, quickly blew on the back of his hand twice, and said with a smile: "It's stress, just cry."

Jiang Zhengming: "Hehe."

Zhou Qi looked at him: "I mean I cried for you during the pre-match training, understand."

"咚咚-"

There were two knocks on the door.

Song Li went to open the door, and saw a rather tall man in front of the door, with a tall and straight figure, and nodded politely to him: "Excuse me, is Zhou Qi here?"

His masculinity is so outstanding that the first thing people notice is not his face.

But after seeing that impeccable face even in high-definition road photos, Song Li was shocked: "Fu, Fu Ye?!"

Fu Ye waited until nine o'clock.

No one came home, and there was a tendency to stay out at night.

Ms. Liu Yihong, the manager, asked all of Zhou Qi's assistants, and finally confirmed Zhou Qi's current address and sent it to Mr. Fu. The person in charge of the r base also sent Zhou Qi's specific location to Mr. Fu.

At 09:30, Mr. Fu arrived at the door of Jiang Zhengming's room.

To be honest, Mr. Fu didn't quite understand what Zhou Qi was doing in the room where other people slept in the middle of the night.

I don't understand, I don't want to be considerate, I just want to drag people back.

From the half-open door, Mr. Fu accurately captured Zhou Qi himself, on Jiang Zhengming's bed, with a Coke straw in his mouth and a half-burned cigarette in his hand, looking happy.

Zhou Qi smokes, Fu Ye knows, but Fu Ye never lets Zhou Qi smoke in front of him.In principle, the behavior of smoking behind his back is also not supported.

Until Fu Ye calmly walked up to Zhou Qi, took out the cigarette, crushed it out, and threw it into the trash can, Zhou Qi still hadn't quite reacted: "Fu Ming...Mr. Fu, you...why are you here?"

Fu Ye didn't answer, and threw Zhou Qi's iced cola into the trash can.

Zhou Qi's gaze synchronized with Fu Ye's hand, from his hand to the trash can, and finally stared at the Coke cup in the trash can: "Aren't you, are you going back to China tomorrow?"

Mr. Fu had an unknown fire in his heart - he returned to China early, but it turned out that Zhou Qi didn't seem to need him to return to China early, and he had a good time here smoking and chatting with a few new friends and eating junk food.

If he didn't come back early, Zhou Qi was going to live in base r?Sleeping in the same bed as Jiang Zhengming for one night?Then live in base r all the time?Training during the day and smoking at night?

The more you think, the more angry you are.

"Come back with me." Fu Ye said coldly.

Zhou Qi: "..."

Don't tell me you're coming back tomorrow?

Jiang Zhengming hasn't hammered the hammer that was agreed today.There are also types of psychological barriers, such as the type that thinks about some things every day, and fears this and that every day, just torture him until he bottoms out and rebound, and just let him out of his bones and vigor.Having won the championship once, it's not because of lack of strength.

In the original team, Zhou Qi only ruled elementary school students.

A battle of schoolchildren, that makes sense.

Zhou Qi thought for a while, and said seriously: "No."

Song Li didn't know Fu Ye, he had only watched Fu Ye's movies, sat on the chair blankly, looked at Zhou Qi, then at Fu Ye, and then at Jiang Zhengming who didn't react much: "Brother Jiang...you, Have you met Fu Ye?"

Fu Ye was unmoved: "Come back with me, it's 09:30."

"No, I still have something to do, you go back first." Zhou Qi refused again.

After watching the excitement for 2 minutes, Jiang Zhengming finally realized something was wrong, and asked with a frown, "Wait a minute, Zhou Qi, you and Fu Ye... live together?"

Zhou Qi took a look

He glanced at Fu Ye, then at Jiang Zhengming, who looked suspicious, and said solemnly, "Mr. Fu is my boss. I will give him points for power leveling. He includes food and lodging, three thousand a month."

Jiang Zhengming: "..."

Fu Ye: "..."

Song Li: "?"

"In city a, the prices are high and life is not easy."

Ten minutes later, Zhou Qi was in the parking lot of Base R.

He still wanted to stay at the base, but Jiang Zhengming drove him out.

The vehicles shuttled in the night, only the mottled street lights came in intermittently from the window, hitting Fu Ye's side face and forearm.Zhou Qi looked at the ever-changing light spots on Fu Ye's body, and called out, "Xiao Ming."

"Ah."

"Why did you come back early?" Zhou Qi asked.

Fu Ye pretended to smile: "I thought you wanted to see me sooner, so I disturbed you."

"No, I thought you wouldn't want to come back early."

"Why do you say that?" Fu Ye asked.

"I'll give you a letter when you come back." Zhou Qi turned sideways, gently hooked Fu Ye's chin with his fingertips, and kissed the corner of Fu Ye's mouth.Fu Ye was driving, subconsciously going to see Zhou Qi, Zhou Qi said: "Don't move, concentrate on driving, I'll just kiss you."

"you……"

"What are you to me, Fu Ye, give me an answer."

Light and shadow scattered, Fu Ye's face was still polite as usual.

"You should have thought about it before you came to me, just give me the answer now. Tell me." Zhou Qi said.

There was silence all the way until the car stopped.

The sound of the engine fell, and the air in the car was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could not be heard.

The hand on the side with the back to Zhou Qi slowly curled up, and Fu Ye lowered his eyes.

"Boyfriend," he said finally.

Zhou Qi has not yet coherently understood what Fu Ye said: "Huh?"

Fu Ye sat motionless, restrained his polite smile, and said softly, "I can't refuse you, Zhou Qi."

I can't refuse to think about Zhou Qi countless times every day, I can't refuse all obscene thoughts related to Zhou Qi, and I can't refuse to fear that Zhou Qi will use the same enthusiasm and love to coax another person's favor one day.

When I saw this man, I was filled with joy.

want to kiss him.

... Don't you like it?

He likes Zhou Qi very deeply - deeper than he found out.

"I can't refuse you either." Zhou Qi lowered his eyes, took out the pack of cigarettes from Jiang Zhengming's desk from his pocket, and took out one, "But there's no need to force it, I don't want to develop friends with you relation."

Zhou Qi held his cigarette butt in frustration, and said vaguely, "It's okay..."

The cigarettes were smoked and thrown away.

So Zhou Qi smoked a second one: "Don't force yourself..."

It was drawn away again and thrown away.

"Fu Mingzhi, no, you..."

The cigarette pack was taken away and thrown away.

There was a "click", and the lighter was also thrown away, and it was thrown into the trash can on the car.

Zhou Qi: "..."

Fu Ye said expressionlessly: "I don't force it."

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