[Full-time Master]Why is it you again?

"So, you are here to visit after your reincarnation?"

"Ah."

I took a sip of the drink, turned my head and looked at Zhou Zekai next to me.

Zhou Zekai's expression remained calm, but the corners of his lips curved into a small, natural curve. He has a handsome face with an imperceptible ease that only acquaintances can read.

The smoky purple to gray hair is smooth and perfectly styled, and there is a slight smile in the brown eyes. He sat next to me on a sofa, keeping a non-offensive distance from me - I moved my nose - he was different from other boys of this age. Even though he was a famous star, he would never spray it on his body. As for the perfume, I can only smell a faint scent of laundry detergent, which is fresh and nice.

Zhou Zekai's expression was natural, and only his slightly clenched hands could reflect the nervousness in his master's heart.

It's still the same...

I found it a little funny.

It’s been a long time since I last saw Zhou Zekai. He was still the same, extremely shy.

This person, who I usually only see on TV and mobile phones, now appears in front of me again. The Zhou Zekai on the screen is handsome and neat, and the advertising photos are even more heroic, but there is always a sense of distance; and the Zhou Zekai in front of me is still the shy young man I know, not good at words, with clear eyes, and he still treats me. Very friendly and caring.

I took another sip of the drink. For example, this cup of Hey Tea and Succulent Grapes were specially brought to me by Zhou Zekai. He really cares about people, but very few people can notice and enjoy his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you. It tastes great." I winked and said, "As a courtesy, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Zhou Zekai looked at me quietly with his eyes, but without causing any offence. He said, "Yeah."

I didn't care much about a single syllable. After all, Zhou Zekai doesn't like to talk, so it's not surprising.

But unexpectedly, he seemed to feel that this word was not enough. He struggled for a while, then hesitantly added, and said in a very low voice: "As long as you like it."

There was a touch of tenderness in the young man's magnetic voice.

I paused for a moment, and then my heart started to beat fast, and my cheeks suddenly felt warm, which made me feel hot.

...Zhou Zekai, is he a natural flirt? No, no, no, I can't...

I was a little embarrassed and felt inexplicably nervous.

Seeing my reaction, he couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you laughing?" I whispered, but he didn't continue talking.

Fortunately, Zhou Zekai didn't push too far and didn't say anything else.

The atmosphere became silent.

and many more.

I suddenly discovered that since arriving at the shooting location, I have been unexpectedly vulnerable: I was given a drink and asked to "reminisce about the past"... Even though I was mostly the one doing the talking, it is undeniable that it was Zhou Zekai who took the initiative to create the scene in the beginning. Out of the atmosphere.

and I? It seems a little passive.

——Because, this is Zhou Zekai?

seems like it.

If it were Zhang Jiale, I can confidently say that I can flirt back; if it were Wang Jiexi, I could be teased naturally; if it were Huang Shaotian or Ye Xiu, I could just start a verbal fight and have fun spraying him back and forth. Huh.

But facing Zhou Zekai, this person who occupies a very special position after my rebirth, I don't know what to do.

I often think that if I had not met Zhou Zekai in the Internet cafe, I might not have aroused the idea of ​​​​playing Glory at all. Instead, I would live a step-by-step ordinary life as before, and at most I would find someone at a certain point in time. Continue the front edge.

But because of him, because of this person's existence, because of his company, and because of his enlightenment, I chose a completely different path.

But now, this guy is secretly showing his strong kindness towards me, which is not easy for an introvert.

How should I say no?

"Start shooting. Everyone is in position." The director's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

...Forget it, let’s do the work first!

I stood up and turned to Zhou Zekai: "Let's go?"

The young man nodded and after receiving the reply, I walked towards the shooting room while secretly paying attention to the people behind me.

Zhou Zekai seemed to have no intention of walking any faster. He just followed me, slightly to the side, blameless.

I didn't know if he was looking at me, but I, suddenly curious, turned my head.

This was the first time I saw a pair of such gentle eyes.

Noticing my gaze, a blush crept up the young man's handsome cheeks. Zhou Zekai lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and breathed quickly.

"Let's go." Zhou Zekai seemed to have remembered something and raised his head, his eyes flashing something I couldn't understand, "Together."

……

The commercial shooting went well.

After that, Zhou Zekai sent me to a special car. He wanted to escort me directly to Baihua, but I refused.

After that, Zhou Zekai and I had several shooting missions together, which ended within a week; the Samsara team that came with him also had a good tour of Baihua. The two teams had a few meals and had a good time. Harmony.

Before leaving, Zhou Zekai gave me a penguin-style doll pendant. The little penguin was cute and cute, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Is this...wool felt?" I asked in surprise.

Zhou Zekai nodded.

"You didn't poke it yourself, did you?"

He still nodded.

This guy is stupid! I stabbed his forehead hard and said, "Hey, let me think about your career. Your hands are so precious. It's too dangerous. Don't do it again."

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai was a little stunned, "I poked it before."

"Don't worry," he said.

"You... okay." I looked at Zhou Zekai's stubborn look and sighed, "Thank you anyway. I will return the gift when I find a suitable gift."

Zhou Zekai smiled shyly and said nothing.

After giving away the gifts, Samsara flew directly back to City S to prepare for the second round showdown with Yanyu tomorrow.

Baihua, on the other hand, started working on the second round of the match against Excellent Era the day after tomorrow. In the past few days, I was also coming and going from shooting venues and clubs. Not only did I have high-intensity training, I also tried to study how to achieve the goal. Maximize the output efficiency and be very busy for a while.

Fortunately, I still have Zhang Jiale by my side and the company of my teammates, which makes me feel a lot better.

In the past few days, Zhang Jiale and I have also been studying new ways of cooperation. There is no other reason. Most of the "Flying Swallows" routines have been figured out by all the major teams in the league. The only thing they can't overcome is our unparalleled excellent coordination and top-notch tacit understanding, and this is not very good. For sure, we naturally have to study new cooperation tactics.

And teamwork cannot be left behind. The only ones who couldn't keep up with the team before were the priests Aofeng Canhua and Mo Chuchen, who were also despised by the outside world. As the crucial playoffs approached, the senior worked extra hard, finally fully integrated into the teamwork, and gradually became a well-known priest in the league.

Others didn't relax either. For example, Tang Hao would appear in the training room at night in groups with Zou Yuan or Sun Xiang every day, practicing until late at night.

Zhang Jiale took me to learn tactics. As the captain of Baihua, Zhang Jiale's tactical ability cannot be underestimated. I listened carefully and it was of great benefit.

Everyone at Baihua is working hard for the ultimate goal.

After Baihua worked hard, in fact, no one in the alliance dared to slack off.

For example reincarnation.

As soon as they came back, all the team members went through extra training, which made the team members complain privately and lamented the ruthlessness of Vice Captain Jiang.

Here, Zhou Zekai, who had finished training late at night, sat back at the computer desk in the bedroom.

Solid wood tables and chairs, thick and sturdy.

Zhou Zekai sat on the computer chair and carefully opened a small drawer on the lower right side.

A drawer full of wool felt.

His eyes softened, and his frown relaxed.

There is no doubt that the owners of these wool felts are not talented in this area, and some of them still have dark red marks. Fortunately, these were all practiced during the holidays, and the minor injuries will heal quickly.

This drawer of wool felt has the same shape - a little penguin holding...

Zhou Zekai picked up a good-looking gadget, picked it up, and placed it under the desk lamp.

The fluffy black mass can be identified as a swallow.

Zhou Zekai stared at the swallow silently for a while, then carefully hung the little doll on his phone case.

As if thinking of a similar scene, he smiled contentedly and silently.

The next day, Samsara had a small advantage over Misty Rain.

Fengcheng Yanyu: Mucheng, are you here?

Mu Yuchengfeng: What's wrong? /Smile

Fengcheng Yanyu: Damn it...forget it, it seems nothing unexpected.

Fengcheng Yanyu: Go watch the XX broadcast of our Samsara match today: XX seconds, there is a surprise

Mu Yuchengfeng: A close-up of the Samsara contestant seats. By the way, you don't look very sad.

Fengcheng Yanyu: After all, I know that Samsara is not as strong as ordinary people, and the new giants are not called for nothing. There is nothing to complain about if they lose. Just continue next time.

Fengcheng Yanyu: Look at Xiao Zhou’s cell phone on his seat

Mu Yu Chengfeng: ...a bit familiar?

Fengcheng Yanyu: (tb link) Zhou Yan’s derivative peripherals, a wool felt pendant with a furry penguin holding a little swallow.

Fengcheng Yanyu: It’s true that officials are forced to die together. I have never seen steaming and cooking so bright and sugary. I feel like I have jumped from Leyankeng to Zhou Yan.

Fengcheng Yanyu: I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it, and Mucheng, which one do you want to eat?

Fengcheng Yanyu: Mucheng?

Fengcheng Yanyu: Strange, why don’t you speak...