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

Tianxing Media.

At noon, the indoor sunlight was bright, and a rare visitor who seldom came to "work" came. Ben poured a cup of hand-brewed coffee, put it on the table with a "thump", and asked concisely, "Do you want to arrange a new job this year?"

ben is Fu Ye's agent.

Fu Ye has very little work and rarely visits. He basically only visits Tianxing Media for work.With a suitable script, one movie a year is Fu Yelei's unshakable workload.Putting it on other actors, an artist who picks and chooses jobs throughout the year and does not take any job except filming is almost like a fairy tale, but it is different when it comes to Fu Ye.

Fu Ye has this qualification.

Six years ago, it would have been a fantasy for Fu Ye to choose to enter the film industry. Fu Ye's background was such that he would have to break up with his family if he wanted to become an actor.

It must have collapsed in the past, but it is not clear whether ben has reconciled now. Ben sincerely feels that with Fu Ye's ability, he is more suitable to be a businessman and become an Internet upstart than an actor. So much better.

After all, decent people in the old days didn't think much about acting.

"Yeah." Fu Ye and Ben's communication was always straight to the point, "I need a commercial movie script."

Ben was surprised: "Do you want to work overtime this year?"

"I hope to start the film in November, and finalize the script of the team before October."

Ben was taken aback: "It's the end of August now, are you in such a hurry? The time is so fast that the investors can't even talk about it."

"You don't need to worry about investing," Fu Ye chuckled, "You just have to screen out a suitable script."

Ben took a breath and leaned back on the couch.He also forgot that Fu Ye is not a master who lacks money, nor is he a master who lacks connections.Worrying about whether Fu Ye has the money to make a movie is just eating carrots and worrying less.

"Okay, then what kind of script do you want? Commercial, do you have any other specific requirements?" Ben asked.

Fu Ye pondered for a while, and said, "The main scenes are played by the two male characters."

ben: "A bloody hero slaying dragon movie?"

"No."

ben: "Tear-jerking family movies? Father and son or brothers?"

"neither."

Ben thought for a while, tapped his forehead and asked, "Comedy? Comedy brother? Fu Ye, I don't recommend you to act in comedy, maybe you don't care, but comedy is really far from the public's image of you."

Ben said a series of words, but Fu Ye didn't even move, and said calmly: "No."

"..." Ben was silent for three to five seconds this time, "You can't be talking about gay movies, are you?"

Fu Ye put down the coffee cup, the toe of his shoe moved slightly, and his expression remained calm: "Is this the only thing left?"

ben: "...almost."

"This kind..."

Ben's eyelids twitched, and before Fu Ye finished the sentence that might get him into trouble, he said: "The commercial value of gay films is not high, don't you want to make commercial films?"

"The reason for choosing a commercial script is that the filming period is short, and we can start shooting as soon as possible." Fu Ye said unhurriedly, "If it can meet the start time requirements, it doesn't hurt to change the script. The running-in and shooting time of the movie can be long. What I hope is that the actors will join the group as soon as possible."

Ben: "..."

to finish.

For an actor like Fu Ye to make a gay film, he is afraid that the public opinion will explode.The company and the studio will also be responsible for dealing with the aftermath of the controversy caused by the boss, so as not to cause such bullshit scandals of "suspected coming out of the closet".

"Okay, I will try my best to arrange it. If the type of script is decided, I will try for a week..."

Ben was talking, and Fu Ye's phone vibrated.

Fu Ye took a look, WeChat, note

"Boy friend".

This note was just changed by Zhou Qi when he went up today. The first note that Zhou Qi changed was that "brother" was deleted by him, and the second note that Zhou Qi changed was that "daddy" was also deleted by him.

With the previous two idiot remarks, the third "boyfriend" passed smoothly.

Click on the message.

Fu Ye's hands froze, he quickly pressed the power button, and looked up at ben.

This glance was very unfriendly, and Ben stopped abruptly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Ye got up, still polite, as if nothing happened, and smiled, "I still need to ask another person's opinion on the script, and I will inform you of the specific direction next Monday. See you next week .”

"...Okay...wait a minute, have you changed your perfume? Is it citrus, a very youthful scent."

Fu Ye paused. "Yes."

After getting into the car, Fu Ye brought up the WeChat page of his mobile phone with a blank expression.

It was a half-length mirror selfie, sitting on the sink in a dawdly manner, just a short distance from the mirror, with teeth hanging on the hem of the t-shirt, revealing the thin outline of the abdominal muscles, and the trousers hooked to the knees.Slender fingers pressed on the red marks.

His hateful tone can be heard in a single text message: "It's about to break the skin, I can't fucking go to the public urinal, brother."

Zhou Qi felt that he might have to be deleted as a friend by Fu Ye again.

But it's really annoying, if it wasn't for the base's private bathroom, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go to the men's bathroom to pee in the fucking room.

But not deleted friends.

I also received a reply-

"Don't take pictures like this again."

Fu Ye stared at Zhou Qi's WeChat profile picture. Zhou Qi's WeChat profile picture was a selfie he took casually. He didn't pay attention to the angle and lighting. It was very clear, and he still smiled as if he was used to it.

Waited half a minute.

The other person replied: "Then you call me Brother Sheng."

"..."

There was another second: "I want to speak."

"..."

Fu Ye frowned, and was typing out the words "Don't mess around", but before sending it, the other side sent again: "You owe me now, and I'll call you when I go to bed."

So before sending the next text message that does not conform to the norms of civilized citizen communication, Zhou Qi saw a familiar red exclamation mark next to his little green frame.

Fu Ye deleted him again.

Jiang Zhengming took Zhou Qi's takeaway back to his room alone, and threw it to Zhou Qi who just came out of the bathroom: "Go on."

Zhou Qi took the leather bag with one hand: "It's fast food again? Is it tired?"

"Where did you come up with so much shit?"

Zhou Qi sat on the gaming chair, opened the leather bag, and found two KFC children's meals in it: "..."

Jiang Zhengming crossed his legs and lit a cigarette: "Does it suit your taste?"

"Fine, I can eat it too." Zhou Qi casually picked out the colorful toys from the children's meal in the bag, and threw them to Jiang Zhengming, "Here's a gift for you. Do you have any arrangements for the afternoon?"

Jiang Zhengming threw the toy back viciously: "Whoever is like you has nothing to do every day and runs elsewhere. There is training in the team in the afternoon, and next week we will participate in the No. [-] seed trial for the finals."

Every year in the global finals, there are only three places in the ll division: the first seed, the second seed, and the third seed.Each professional league in the division is divided into the Spring Split and the Summer Split. The rankings of the Spring Split and the Summer Split are different, and the points are different. For example, No.1 in the Spring Split adds 90 points, and No.1 in the Summer Split adds 180 points.

The champion of the summer split is directly the No. 4 seed. Except for the No. [-] seed, the team with the highest points in the spring and summer splits is the No. [-] seed.The No. [-] seed is the last spot that the three teams ranked No. [-] to No. [-] will compete for in two rounds.

It's funny to say that r, who won the championship last year and was very high-spirited, lost so much this year

Need to participate in the trials for the third seed.

The first seed of the summer championship is re, and the second seed with the highest points is a new club team that basically had no such team in previous years.The whole year's points are lower than that of a new team, which shows just how bad r's performance is this year.

The two teams that can play in the ll division are re and r. Last year, re stopped in the semi-finals and r won the championship.

How this year - really hanging.

Last year's semi-finals were already re's best results in several years. It is basically impossible to win the championship this year. The only hope of winning the championship is all on r.But r's performance so far has made it impossible for the tens of millions of players in the ll division to bet on it.

This is the expectation of tens of millions of players, it is too heavy.

It's so frightening that I can't even sleep.

Zhou Qi took a sip of ice cream, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Zhengming: "Can R win the third seed selection next week?"

"Tch," Jiang Zhengming curled his lips, "r is not so bad that he can't even get a place in the finals, so don't bother you. You have helped r a lot by making fewer trips and harassing me for a few days. Understand. ?”

In the next week's match, r is indeed sure. R's state is poor, but that's worse than that of strong teams. It's not so bad that no one can beat it.

"Okay, then you can take a leave of absence and go out with me in the afternoon." Zhou Qi said.

"What do you want to do??"

Zhou Qi smiled: "Make you feel refreshed."

Jiang Zhengming suddenly became vigilant, threw a cigarette and stepped back: "What the hell do you mean?"

"Come here, don't pretend to be this bullied little girl," Zhou Qi waved to him, "Come with me to your club's youth training camp in the afternoon."

Jiang Zhengming stared at him: "Get out, you're just a little girl. What do you mean?"

Zhou Qi wanted to light a cigarette for himself too, but when the cigarette was on his lips, he remembered that Fu Ye didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he could only bite the butt of the cigarette and said, "You can go to an Internet cafe. You can choose a place. Anyway, if you go to an Internet cafe, it will You have to play five rows with four silver teammates, and you can go five rows with four master teammates when you go to the youth academy. You choose."

"Am I stupid? Why should I choose?" Jiang Zhengming sneered.

01:30 in the afternoon.

At the door of the training room of the youth training team, Jiang Zhengming asked with a stiff face, "What did you ask me to do here?"

Zhou Qi turned half sideways and looked into the training room.

There is a transparent glass wall between the training room and the corridor, and the scene of the training room can be seen in front of the door. Twenty or thirty machines are lined up in several rows, crowded and blocked, and teenage boys are disgraced in the training room I was sweating profusely.

Sitting for a day, then a week, then a month.Quit if you can't hold on, people come and go in this industry, there is no shortage of anyone.

The conditions of the youth training team are much worse than the training conditions of the first and second teams of r. They are cramped in a city where every inch of land is expensive, waiting for the day when they will become famous.

But there are very few geniuses who can show their sharpness. Most of them came in disgrace and left without making a sound, and no one could remember.

But the dozen or so unremarkable children crowded here are still the "top ones" selected by the club from tens of thousands of applicants.

Looking at the children, Zhou Qi put his pockets in his pocket and said, "I've made a deal with the coach of the youth training team. You choose four, I choose four, and I will play training games with you in two teams."

Jiang Zhengming was silent for a while, and looked at Zhou Qi as if he was insane: "You are insane, you dragged me to the youth training team just to play in my room? Are you so idle?"

"Let's go pick it. It's good for them to get in touch with the official players." Zhou Qi didn't seem to hear.

"You..." Jiang Zhengming hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you be reliable? You just want to play training with me. There is one team in r. If the first team is not enough, there is a second team. It will be no problem to gather ten people. What's the matter with you pulling a few teenage kids? Are they useful?"

Zhou Qi raised an index finger, put it in front of his mouth, and smiled with sharp canine teeth: "You are not familiar with your

Teammates, I'm not familiar with my teammates either - fair play. "

"How can you be like this..."

"Jiang Zhengming, it's a game of ten players, but I'm only playing against you. So it's enough not to let your teammates interfere with me."

The youth training team does not have a single room, so they can only train in the training room.

There are two rows of tables, five machines in a row, and the two teams sit opposite each other.Opposite Zhou Qi was Jiang Zhengming, and he could see a curl of unyielding brown hair from the upper edge of the monitor.

The boy on Zhou Qi's right is short, with a few pimples on his cheeks, he keeps rubbing his mouse restrainedly.

Before the first game started, he looked at Zhou Qi cautiously, then turned his head away again, not daring to say anything.

first round.

The game time is 22 minutes and 48 seconds.Landslide victory.

After playing the first round, Jiang Zhengming understood the meaning of Zhou Qi's words "I only fight you".

He 3-7, Zhou Qi 8-4.

His seven heads are all in Zhou Qi's hands.Even at the risk of one-for-one exchange, Zhou Qi would still choose one-for-one without hesitation. The ten people in the whole picture were condensed into the training of him and Zhou Qi.

From the distance between the two computers, Jiang Zhengming heard Zhou Qi's lazy voice: "The next one is up, do you want to turn it on?"

Jiang Zhengming clenched his teeth: "Open."

the next one.

There was no change, and Zhou Qi only focused on him in the 20-minute advantage game.

This made him 2-4 and Zhou Qi 4-1.

It was Zhou Qi again, and it was Zhou Qi again: "Okay, next move, continue."

Jiang Zhengming didn't open it.So Zhou Qi asked: "Jiang Zhengming, don't you dare to fight?"

Jiang Zhengming's voice was as cold as an ice cave: "Continue."

It was Zhou Qi again: "Don't continue, if you think it's unfair, let's change positions, change teammates...shall we change?"

It's not his teammates who are hateful, nor are those little kids from the youth training team.

"No, change."

The third inning—the third inning.Still lost.

There is a fart difference, there is no difference between the third round and the second round, and the first round!It's a complete waste of time. Playing three rounds is better than playing one round. Is it useful?

There is no one who fights like this, no one who is so fierce, no one who pursues him so hard, no one who is so... irritating.

Zhou Qi What the fuck does this mean?

Play against?Tell him, and then tell others, that he played so badly that he doesn't deserve to waste his professional quota?

Three innings, most of the afternoon passed.

Zhou Qi was not in a hurry to start a new fourth game, leaned back in his chair, and asked slowly: "Xiao Jianger, how do you feel?"

Two or three hours passed, and a thin layer of sweat drenched his clothes.The training room has central air-conditioning, but I can't bear to be crucified in the training room by the time of the day, training endlessly one round after another.It's not like an e-sports youth training team, but more like a rehabilitation center for Internet addicts.

Zhou Qi officially entered the first team from the youth training team.

So did Jiang Zhengming.

For the rest of his life, Jiang Zhengming didn't want to go back to three or four years ago, to the days when he was in the youth training team and dreamed of getting ahead and proving to his family that his choice was right.

But Zhou Qi is not like that.

He didn't think about getting ahead, and no family cared about the choices he made.When he was a teenager, he was muddled until the coach of the youth training team brought him into the youth training team and told him that he could stay here in the future.

The coach didn’t allow him to fight, so he stopped fighting; the coach didn’t allow him to drink alcohol, so he never had a hangover, and the coach forced him to quit smoking—this point Zhou Qi hasn’t changed yet, but he won’t be there Smoked in front of the old man.

But in the end, he still didn't listen to the old man well. If he had listened well, he wouldn't be here today.

There were too many things in the past, like a dream, Zhou Qi was in a trance for a while.

Jiang Zhengming shut his mouth tightly and did not answer.

He, Zhou Qi asked again: "What are you thinking?"

"Is it fun to think you're fucking playing like this? Prove that you're better than me, I can retire, and you're here to play for me, right?" Jiang Zhengming sneered.

Zhou Qi laughed: "Then continue."

Jiang Zhengming stood up suddenly: "Who wastes time with you!"

Zhou Qi was sitting, raised his eyelids, and said in a correct voice, "Jiang Zhengming, sit down."

He spoke slowly, obviously only a few words, but pressed people like a knife, Jiang Zhengming suddenly woke up from his anger - Zhou Qi's appearance was very scary.It's like pressing something, if you can't hold it down, something will happen.

It was the first time he discovered that Zhou Qi looked like this.

Jiang Zhengming sat down unconsciously, with a bad expression on his face: "Fuck, I just hit it."

The fourth game.

Fifth game.

By six o'clock in the evening, the children from the rest of the youth training team had gone to eat, and there were still Zhou Qi and Jiang Zhengming in the training room.

Jiang Zhengming didn't eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper all day long, but the few rounds he played today could fill his stomach without eating—losing five rounds in a row?What kind of j8 is Zhou Qi?

In the first few rounds, he was impetuous and impatient, but in the fifth round, he was really serious, even more serious than in the summer game.

A round of four and 10 minutes, lost.

He is 7-12, Zhou Qi is 13-6, as usual, Zhou Qi has all his heads.

Zhou Qi took a sip of water: "How do you feel now?"

"Wait for them to come back and continue." Jiang Zhengming didn't believe in evil, and stepped forward.

Six innings, seven innings, eight innings, nine innings.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the boys of the youth training team should go back to the dormitory.

Nine rounds, eight losses and one win, winning one round also makes people feel aggrieved—even if Zhou Qi loses, he must die, even if the crystal is about to disappear, he must exchange one with him in the wild.Jiang Zhengming had never seen such evil.

Zhou Qi asked again: "How do you feel now?"

There were only ten of them left in the training room, and the boys were silent, only clicking the mouse "click", "click".

When he lost the first round, Jiang Zhengming felt ashamed. After losing the eighth round, Jiang Zhengming had one idea now - "Continue tomorrow, I don't believe I can't fucking beat you." Jiang Zhengming gritted his teeth.

"How much do you want to win?" Zhou Qi asked.

"Hehe, what do you think?"

"Then why do you want to win back when you lose to me?" Zhou Qi asked lazily, "If r loses to re, you lose to other teams, so you don't want to win?"

Jiang Zhengming was taken aback for a moment.

Zhou Qi was still saying: "But if you can't even win against a team like re and k2, where do you have the confidence to think that you can beat me?" Zhou Qi stood up and looked down at him, "Give me a team that has been in use for half a year. Re won’t beat me, k2 won’t beat me, and with your current state, you won’t be able to beat me until the day you retire. I don’t need to prove whether I’m strong enough.”

Jiang Zhengming stared blankly at Zhou Qi, and slowly and tightly clenched the mouse.

That's what it looks like.

He hated it.

Jiang Zhengming's eyes were staring sorely, and his complexion was extremely pale: "Zhou Qi, what right do you have to say..."

But Zhou Qi interrupted: "Win me, or recognize me."

The atmosphere was so cold that it fell below zero, and the training room was dead silent.

The boys had never met Zhou Qi, nor Jiang Zhengming. They had only heard of these two names, and they had envied the achievements of the "predecessors".These two people are more powerful than they expected, and unexpectedly... their swords are on the verge of breaking out.

The boy on Zhou Qi's right hesitated for a moment, and broke the deadlock: "That... brother, do you want to stay overnight?"

Zhou Qi looked at him: "Are you willing to stay overnight?"

"I'm willing... just apply to the coach."

"Xiao Jiang'er, are you staying overnight?"

From 06:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., Fu Ye is checking

In the relevant elementary teaching courses for actors, occasionally, very occasionally, for three or four 10 minutes, I will go to see textbook clips of successful same-sex films.

There are kisses, hugs, going to bed, and rubbing hands together.

From 06:30 to [-]:[-] p.m., Fu Ye finished dinner alone.

From 11:30 to [-]:[-], Fu Ye read for many hours by himself. Occasionally, very occasionally, twenty or thirty times, he would check his mobile phone messages.

At 11:30, Fu Ye called his "boyfriend", and it showed that the caller had turned off his phone.

At twelve o'clock, Fu Ye was lying on the bed alone, and started browsing the Weibo related to "777", and found hundreds of Zhou Qi's emoticons, which were cool, but also very unpopular.

At 12:30, Fu Ye discovered a superchat called "Congee Jiang" and related topics.

This is a super c story, Zhou Qi x Jiang Zhengming.

The two of them, as big emoji packers who went out of the circle, were bound together.

Browsing the "Porridge Ginger" super talk until one o'clock in the middle of the night, Mr. Fu clicked "report" and reported the reason "involving the dissemination of obscene and pornographic information".

It was two o'clock in the middle of the night, and I didn't fall asleep.

It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and I didn't fall asleep.

At four o'clock in the middle of the night, no one came back.

It's the second half of the night...it's the second half of the night, it's morning, at five o'clock in the morning, Mr. Fu woke up.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, just entering the canyon, I can't count the number of rounds, everyone yawned, Zhou Qi heard the sound of the soles of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor, and he was getting closer and closer to him.

Then the canyon went black, and the host computer was severely damaged by the shutdown.

"Zhou Qi."

Zhou Qi turned his head suddenly, and saw Fu Ye's polite smile.

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