Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

What's the use of you, there is a class gap between a protagonist and a cannon fodder.

Tan Qiao lowered his eyes, the heat on his face gradually dissipated, he gently pushed Sheng Zhao's hand away, got up and went back to the second floor.

This world is just a novel, and he just slept with the paper man in the novel. Even if the other party has flesh and blood, to him, it is still a person who does not exist in reality.

He still has to be reborn and return to real life, and there are many people waiting for him.

"..." Sheng Zhao who was pushed away by him was stunned, watching him disappear at the stairs, his amber eyes flickered.

Taking out his mobile phone, Sheng Zhao thoughtfully tapped the bar table a few times, then edited a text message and sent it out.

***

Gu Chong didn't come to work the next day, but it was said that his condition had worsened.

But Gu Chong didn't call him, even if he did, the angry Tan Qiao didn't plan to talk to him, the tool man also has a temper.

The protagonist Gong doesn't like him, and it's a bit difficult for him to like such a protagonist Gong, but he has been working hard, but the protagonist Gong obviously doesn't take him seriously, and all his efforts have become a joke instead.

Now the plot has been advanced for a long time, Tan Qiao thought about it all night, and planned to take a vacation, delay the plot, and change the way, wait for this breath to be swallowed by the way, and the thoughts of rebirth overcome the negative emotions before continuing.

Regardless of Gu Chong, many people in the company have caught the flu recently, and this time the cold is very serious, and you can see people wearing masks coughing everywhere you go.

Even Zhou Fat, who has always been in good health, was no exception. When the two of them had dinner at noon, Tan Qiao saw that he was really uncomfortable, so she suggested that he go back to rest early today.

Fatty Zhou sniffled: "Actually, I'm done asking for leave, and I just want to have lunch before leaving."

Tan Qiao: "...As expected of you." She was still thinking about eating when she was sick.

Nearly finished eating, Fatty Zhou rubbed his hands together suddenly, and mumbled, "Xiao Qiao, can you bring me a lunch for You Bai...Mr. You?"

Tan Qiao pointed at herself, thinking she heard it wrong: "Me? It's not like you don't know about our relationship?"

"please!"

Zhou Fat clasped his hands, his fleshy face squeezed into a ball and begged: "Secretary You told me in the morning, if I send it up now, he will definitely not let me go."

"Why not let you go?"

"...You don't understand him." After a long silence, Xiaopang said with a complicated expression: "Mr. You, the more suffering others are, the happier he seems to be."

"..."

That's right, You Baihui seemed to get excited when he bumped into the cabinet last time and showed a painful expression.

Tan Qiao was a soft-hearted person, and couldn't help Zhou Fatty's pleading, but finally agreed.

He dared to give it away, but he didn't know if You Baihui would dare to eat it.

It was probably because the two really had a natural disagreement, Tan Qiao went upstairs with the porridge and found that You Baihui was not there, and the office was empty, so the matter suddenly became simple.

He put the lunch bought by Zhou Fatty on the table casually, and turned his head to leave. When he turned around, he caught sight of the sketches on the table from the corner of his eye, and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because of occupational diseases, but because of the familiar design pattern on the drawing that made him stop.

It was a design drawing that had already been formed. The gemstones on the white paper were lifelike, like a firework blooming in the dark night. A date was written on the upper right, October [-]th, and an emphasis was placed on it.

October [-]th, the same as the date on the folder in Gu Chong's study, should be the day when Gu's new product was released.

Tan Qiao suddenly panicked, he carefully identified the pattern on the white paper, and reconfirmed that it was the same as the design hanging on Sheng Zhao's wall.

...no, there is still a difference.

The colors are different, the fireworks on You Baihui's draft paper are pure red, while Sheng Zhao's design has not been colored yet.

what happened?Tan Qiao asked about the system, but the system was not clear.

Probably because Sheng Zhao is cannon fodder, not only his name is not mentioned in the original book, but also the origin of You Baihui's work is not mentioned.

When she left the design department, Tan Qiao frowned, and she was still playing back the sketch just now in her mind.

After returning to the office and thinking for a while with the few brain cells, he picked up the pen and drew the pattern he saw just now on the paper, took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Sheng Zhao.

[Tan Qiao: Is this similar to your picture? [picture]】

Not long after the text message was sent, the phone call came back, and Tan Qiao almost lost his phone.

He looked around inexplicably guilty. You Meng went out to do errands early in the morning, and he hesitated to connect after remembering that he was the only one in the room.

On the other end of the phone, Sheng Zhao's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just woken up from a drowsy state, his tone was lazy and sexy.

"What's wrong? Little Joe... miss me?"

Tan Qiao's mind was stuck, and she immediately took the microphone away: "I'm obviously talking about the drawing."

"Oh." Sheng Zhao yawned and said with a light smile, "I thought that was your excuse."

"...Stop messing around! I'm talking about business."

"I'm also talking about business. If I don't see you for a day, I miss you."

Clap!

Tan Qiao hung up the phone, lacking in skill, so he could only humbly choose to send text messages to avoid communication.

System 250: Host, hold on, it's just cannon fodder.

Tan Qiao pretended to be impatient: I know!You don't have to remind me every time, of course I know.

System 250: Host...do you have a fever too?

Tan Qiao immediately buried it on the table: I didn't, don't look at me!

Sheng Zhao is a cannon fodder, of course he knows it, but who told him that he has never been in a relationship in the past, and he has never experienced sexual intercourse. When such a thing happened, it is inevitable that he will pay more attention to the other party unconsciously.

Sure enough, I should resign earlier, Tan Qiao thought a little dejectedly.

Sheng Zhao's methods are too high, and they are equally provocative. Different people implement them very differently. Sometimes even if he knows that he does it on purpose, it may not be called distraction, but Tan Qiao still has a sense of crisis.

He has a sense of crisis that will affect him, and may also affect the progress of the mission, so that he cannot be reborn.

After all, after the mission fails, he still has to go to the next unknown world to experience calamity.

The life trajectories of other people will not change in any way, but their memories will only be erased, waiting for the next unlucky "protagonist shou" to reach the HE ending with the protagonist Gong.

Tan Qiao lay on the table, picked up a pencil and perfected the drawing from memory, and unconsciously recalled what happened when she first entered the Yeming Pavilion.

When he came to Yeming Pavilion for the first time, he was actually very nervous.

The original book did not describe in detail what kind of place this is. It only said that the protagonist Gong once visited, and it was a place where a group of beautiful boys relieved people's worries.

The conflict between him and Sheng Zhao also started from the first day.

Zhu Lingdang was not there, and only Si Ting knew that there would be newcomers coming to report, but he came a bit early, and there was only one person lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone on the first floor, and the others hadn't come down yet.

That person is Sheng Zhao.

Tan Qiao looked around before walking to his side, so nervous that her walking posture was a bit strange.

"excuse me..."

Sheng Zhao was playing the game without raising his eyelids: "It's not business hours, so we won't be picking up customers for now."

Tan Qiao was stunned for a moment, and heard that the other party had misunderstood: "No, actually I am..."

"You don't answer anyone." Sheng Zhao turned around, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to him.

Tan Qiao took a breath: "I'm here..."

Sheng Zhao: "Go away, don't bother me!"

Tan Qiao: "..."

It's been three times, can't people finish talking!

Tan Qiao became a little angry, and even forgot to be nervous because of it. He panted, stepped forward and put his hands on Sheng Zhao's shoulders, forcing him to face himself.

"I'm not here to consume, I'm new to report! Can you let someone finish the sentence?!"

Caught off guard by his shock, Sheng Zhao lost his grip on the phone and fell to the ground with a slap. The words 'failed' were displayed in big blood red on the screen. Sheng Zhao looked at the phone on the ground, his eyes gradually widened, and even what he said Did not listen.

In the next second, Tan Qiao felt his eyes turned upside down, and he was thrown on the sofa.

Sheng Zhao was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Is there something wrong with you? What the hell time is it?!"

Face to face at a close distance, even though the lights were not very bright, the two finally saw each other's face clearly, and couldn't help being stunned at the same time.

Tan Qiao: This is... where is the sacred place?Male supporting role?

System 250: Nameless cannon fodder.

Tan Qiao: Cannon fodder? ? ?

Sheng Zhao reacted faster, pinched Tan Qiao's chin, looked left and right, and said contemptuously, "Are you an adult and you come here to have fun?"

Tan Qiao stared: "I said I came to report! You still didn't listen?!"

The feeling of being held down by someone's collar was not pleasant, so Tan Qiao pushed the person away forcefully without even thinking about it.

This push was terrible, Sheng Zhao hit the table directly, with a bang, his face was distorted in pain, and a long cut was made on his palm by the zipper on his collar.

After seeing the blood, the conflict suddenly escalated, and Tan Qiao was also taken aback, froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

A lot of noise finally attracted other people. Compared with the injury on his hand, the first reaction of the gentle man who rushed over was to provoke Sheng Zhao's face to check carefully, and then heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

"Fuck, is there any humanity?"

Sheng Zhao shook off the opponent's hand angrily, Tan Qiao was a little guilty, and was about to apologize, but Sheng Zhao's eyes flashed.

The expression of the man who was so fierce just now that he wished to eat him changed suddenly, and in the next second he turned into a weak and helpless little pitiful, complaining with his throat squeezed.

"Si Ting, this person has a tendency to be violent. If you don't take advantage of it and hit someone, it will cause trouble. If Zhu Lingdang is not here, you just fire him."

Tan Qiao was startled: "Huh??!"

What an insidious showman, even if he is cannon fodder, he must be vicious cannon fodder!

Tan Qiao's guilt disappeared instantly.

Fortunately, Si Ting seemed to know Sheng Zhao's character very well, so he was indifferent to it. Seeing that he had nothing to do, he put him aside, and raised his head to signal Tan Qiao to follow him to the front desk.

Sheng Zhao cursed in a low voice, feeling quite bored, got up and was about to go upstairs, and turned around to leave a word before leaving.

"I'm glad I don't beat women!"

It was this sentence that completely ignited Tan Qiao.

Anger overwhelmed reason, and what followed was a wild game. That night, the Yeming Pavilion directly announced that it would suspend business for one day.

If someone said that he might not be that angry, Sheng Zhao said so, Tan Qiao just wanted this person to look in the mirror.

The conflict between the two lasted for a long time, and the meeting was a verbal battle. In the past, Sheng Zhao didn't talk too much lazily. Perhaps it was because Tan Qiao's rich expression was too funny, and arguing with him became a kind of pastime.

But in the final analysis, they still look down on each other. It is well known in the Yeming Pavilion that the new young master and the top card have deep grievances.

But the turning point of the matter happened on the day when Tan Qiao finished learning the necessary knowledge of "Master" and received guests on the first day.

He is a newcomer, and he was unlucky to bump into a customer who didn't understand the rules for the first time.

After being hit, fortunately, he reacted in a timely manner, and immediately pushed the opponent away and went upstairs. Everyone else was busy, and no one noticed his abnormality. Even Tan Qiao himself didn't understand why he was covered in blood He had a fever, and his actions catalyzed the effect of the medicine. When he first went up to the second floor and was still in the corridor, he could no longer hold himself up and squatted down against the wall, pulling his collar and panting violently.

At this time, the door less than one meter away opened, and Sheng Zhao, who was on leave and had no work, happened to meet his eyes.

Tan Qiao's vision was blurred at that moment, and he only remembered that the opposite door opened for two seconds and then closed again with a bang.

Finding someone for help was his only thought, so he moved to the door with strength. When the door opened again, he opened his mouth and wanted to say 'help', but his legs went limp and he threw himself on the other person. .

The other party had just taken a shower, and his body was cool, with an indescribably attractive fragrance.

It's like a delicious cake, constantly yelling in his ear to come and eat me.

Tan Qiao put her head in her hands, it would be fine if she lost her memory right away, but he remembers what happened next very clearly.

Later, Sheng Zhao was so entangled by him that before the incident happened, he specially gritted his teeth and emphasized: don't you fucking cry tomorrow morning!

As for him...

He was already crying at that time, but he was just begging people to start quickly.

The author has something to say:

Tan Qiao: Ahhhhhh I am such a scumbag!

System 250: Started again.

Well, with the condition of 'rebirth', the relationship line will always not be too smooth, it will be too sour and exciting, so please cover your heart.

I found that someone seemed to be on the wrong side...Everyone must read the copy carefully!It's not my fault that I cried afterwards!

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!