From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Cen Fei looked up at He Zhize staring at the white paper in front of him as if in a nightmare, with a satisfied smile on his face, it turns out that those managers did not seal He Zhize's memory so impenetrably, He still has a lot to do.

Cen Fei gave He Zhize a period of time to take a good look at what he saw, the corners of his eyes were stained with a strange color, he smiled, lowered his head and rubbed his purplish fingertips on the sofa, I stopped when I saw that they had returned to their previous pinkish white color.

When he had nothing to do, he took out a piece of white paper, folded it into a frog and put it on the coffee table in front of him, pressed the frog's back a few times, watched him jump in front of He Zhize's eyes, and lightly touched the frog's back with his fingers. At one point, the frog turned into nothingness in a cloud of blue-purple flames.

After the second hand on the clock on the wall passed two more laps, Cen Fei raised his hand and pushed He Zhize's arm, and called softly, "Mr. He?"

And He Zhize was immersed in an unknown memory at this time and couldn't extricate himself. In this memory, he was obviously the only one, and nothing happened, but it still made him feel so beautiful that it didn't seem real.

Seeing that He Zhize didn't pay attention to him, Cen Fei used some strength to push him, and called out, "Mr. He?"

Only then did He Zhize get out of the illusion in front of him, he looked at the pencil in his hand in a daze, and didn't want to understand what happened just now.

Cen Fei looked worried at the side, put the water glass in He Zhize's hand, and asked him intimately: "What happened to you just now?"

He Zhize shook his head, put down the pencil in his hand, stood up straight, and said to Cen Fei: "It's okay, did you understand the question just now?"

Cen Fei nodded, looked up at him, "Well, thank you, Mr. He."

He Zhize hummed, turned around and was about to return to his seat, but Cen Fei stopped him again, and he asked He Zhize: "Mr. He, can you break frogs?"

He Zhize didn't understand why Cen Fei would suddenly ask himself such a question, and he replied: "No."

Cen Fei grinned with his white teeth bared, and said to He Zhize, "I'll teach you when I have time."

He Zhize nodded and responded to Cen Fei, "Okay."

Seeing that He Zhize returned to his desk and began to concentrate on his work, Cen Fei also picked up the pencil on the coffee table and wrote and drew on the white paper for a while. His grades were not very good when he was in school. After so many years It was over again, and he had already returned all the things to the teacher.

What he has to do now is to reproduce all the past events in front of He Zhize's eyes. He doesn't want He Zhize to fall in love with him deeply, as long as he has a little sexual interest in himself is enough.

Every time he draws a few strokes, he raises his head to take a peek at He Zhize who is working seriously, and then recalls what happened between him and He Zhize, and how to design so that He Zhize can follow him to go through these things again.

In fact, He Zhize is not as devoted as Cen Fei seems, every time Cen Fei peeks at him, he will feel a little bit, like someone is scratching his heart back and forth with a little furry paw, not light or not Heavy, neither making him feel uncomfortable, nor ignoring this feeling.

Who is this Cen Fei?He Zhize doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and doesn't believe in reincarnation, but the person in front of him often makes him feel that their fate was destined from previous lives, and they have known each other for a long time.

But he didn't have Cen Fei in his current memory. If he met Cen Fei, he would definitely remember him firmly, engrave him in his heart, and never forget him.

And if Cen Fei could hear He Zhize's inner voice at this moment, he would have to laugh at him.

Cen Fei's gaze from time to time made He Zhize completely unable to concentrate on his work. After a while, he finally gave up the documents in his hand, stood up from his desk, and walked outside without saying a word.

Cen Fei was a little strange, he didn't know what happened to He Zhize, but he didn't take it to heart, and continued to perfect his plan on the blank paper.

After a while, He Zhize opened the door with a fruit plate in his hand and came in. He put the fruit plate in Cen Fei's hand, looked at Cen Fei who was still lying on the coffee table writing, took a closer look at the questions he had made, and found that He was still solving equations, and He Zhize asked Cen Fei curiously: "How old are you this year?"

He Zhize felt that his whole life's tolerance had been applied to Cen Fei. It's fine that the new secretary he hired didn't work, and he had to do this kind of math problems in the third grade of junior high school during working hours. What's more, it was still in front of him. In front of him, He Zhize felt in a daze that he had not found a secretary for himself, but a son for himself.

Cen Fei raised his head and glanced at He Zhize, smiled at him, then immediately lowered his head and continued to work on the question, muttering back: "Fourteen."

When Cen Fei smiles, there will be a slight dimple on the right side of his face, and his eyes will sparkle with moving light, just looking at it will make people feel happy.

He Zhize scrutinized Cen Fei again, wanting to know how he had the nerve to say the word fourteen out of his mouth.

Finally, after thinking about it, I thought that I should be more tolerant to my eldest son. He said he should be as old as he was. He Zhize patted Cen Fei on the head and said to him: "Forget it, if there are any questions that you don't know, let's talk about it again." Ask me."

"Okay, thank you Mr. He."

At noon, Cen Fei saw that He Zhize had been working and didn't even have time to eat, so he went to the cafeteria to order a meal for him on his own initiative, went to the water dispenser to get him a cup of hot water, put the hot water in the When He Zhize was at hand, Cen Fei suddenly seemed to be possessed by the heroine of a romantic drama. He knocked over a good glass of water on the desk, and he hurriedly took a few pieces of paper from the side to dry the water on the desk. , while apologizing to He Zhize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He Zhize's reaction was also very quick. He put the documents in his hand aside and stood up, grabbed Cen Fei's hand and asked him, "Did your hand get burned?"

"No." Cen Fei quickly pulled his hands out of his palms and put them behind his back, as if there was some secret that he couldn't discover.

He Zhize's face darkened, and he stared at Cen Fei closely, but Cen Fei was still rather obstinate, looking at He Zhize with his neck stuck up and his cheeks puffed out, He Zhize was almost amused by his appearance, but he still held back his laughter, Yan Sheng said to him: "Hold out your hand and let me have a look."

When Cen Fei was in junior high school, he was the bear character of the teacher's family, and he was angry with the air. Only after he met He Zhize did he restrain his temper.

Cen Fei pursed his lips and stretched out his hands. Seeing that his hands were not burned, He Zhize was relieved and told him, "Be careful next time."

"understood."

Cen Fei lowered his head and looked at his feet, his peripheral vision somehow fell on He Zhize's jacket pocket, he pointed to a corner of yellow exposed there, and asked He Zhize, "Mr. He, what is that?"

He Zhize followed Cen Fei's line of sight and looked over. Cen Fei didn't say that he hadn't paid attention to it. The clothes were sent to be washed a few days ago. He didn't expect that the talisman paper was still there when he got it back. He took the talisman paper Stuffing it in his pocket, he shook his head at Cen Fei, "It's nothing, it's just a piece of waste paper."

Cen Fei smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

After He Zhize finished his meal at noon, Cen Fei cleaned up the plates on his table, and then sat on the sofa with He Zhize. Cen Fei asked He Zhize, "Can Mr. He tell me a story?"

"..." He Zhize had already experienced the joy and trouble of raising a son before he got married. He pressed his forehead, but he didn't reject Cen Fei. He just asked him, "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine, it's too boring to do the questions."

"You." He Zhize sighed softly, but if you look at him carefully, you will find that he is actually enjoying it now. He said to Cen Fei: "Let me tell you about my childhood."

"Okay." Cen Fei said that he should be cheerful, but he had already started to complain in his heart.

The facts about He Zhize's childhood are nothing to listen to, besides, Cen Fei has heard it once. He Zhize said the first sentence, and he will be able to answer the next sentence.

Cen Fei should be considered a zombie now, but he was still drowsy after hearing He Zhize's story as he did many years ago. He yawned, took out a blank paper and said to He Zhize: "Mr. Let me teach you how to fold a frog."

"Also... okay." He Zhize agreed with some reluctance.

He watched Cen Fei quickly fold out a small white frog with his nimble fingers, and suddenly felt a little pain in his brain. He took the A4 paper that Cen Fei handed him and tore it in half, imitating what Cen Fei said just now. Clumsily began his crafting career.

Cen Fei watched He Zhize's movements and sighed several times, got up from the sofa and squatted in front of He Zhize, correcting his posture with his hands, "No, no, you have to fold them in half here."

"Fold another line, yes, that's it."

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Cen Fei taught He Zhize a few steps, but before he could teach the next steps, He Zhize folded the frog out by himself, put it on the palm of his right hand, and showed it to Cen Fei, "Is that so?"

"Mr. He is so amazing." Cen Fei picked up the frog on his palm and blinked his starry eyes in admiration. His long eyelashes were fluttering. He Zhize's heart trembled when he saw it. Not the hair on the head.

Cen Fei lowered his head, put his hands on He Zhize's knees, and said to He Zhize in a muffled voice, "There used to be someone who liked to touch my head."

After a long time, he heard He Zhize ask himself, "What about him?"

Cen Fei replied calmly: "He's gone."

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"I don't know." Cen Fei raised his head from He Zhize's lap, looked at He Zhize, and told him, "But I think he's coming back soon."

He Zhize's heart broke, and he was about to ask Cen Fei who that person was, when there was a knock on the door, and He Zhize said, "Come in."

Minister Wang dragged his fat body and leaned in through the crack of the door. When he came in, he saw that the curtains on Mr. He's office window were drawn tightly, and Mr. He was sitting on the sofa with a very gloomy face. It seems to be a negative emotion caused by a certain need not being met.

"What's the matter?" He Zhize asked.

Secretary Cen was still squatting on the ground, with his face pressed against He Zhize's knee. When Minister Wang saw the scene, he said that he was going to be blind. He stammered, "It's...it's okay."

He Zhize pulled up Cen Fei, who was squatting on the ground, and said to Minister Wang, "If there is nothing wrong, you can resign today."

The Mediterranean Sea on Minister Wang's head seemed to expand again. He swallowed and said to He Zhize, "That... is that the chairman of Baxter wants to invite you to dinner tonight."

Cen Fei paused when he stood up. Director Qin of Baxter Company was once his father's "best friend" when he was young, and he also contributed a little to his father's death. Can't recognize myself.