From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

At this time, Cen Fei was only a 14-year-old boy in the third grade of junior high school. His biggest worry was how to improve his game rank.

He Zhize was someone who broke into his life suddenly, although he was actually the one who carried him back.

In the end, He Zhize stayed at Cen Fei's house. In the evening, Cen Fei ordered a takeaway for He Zhize, a bowl of millet porridge and a bowl of winter melon ribs soup. He handed the millet porridge to He Zhize and put the ribs soup on the bedside On the cabinet, he said to He Zhize: "That's not because I'm stingy. I watched TV saying that people who are sick should drink porridge, so you'd better not eat the pork ribs in winter melon pork rib soup."

He Zhize took the millet porridge in his hand, and Cen Fei heard him ask himself again: "What do you eat?"

Cen Fei stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, leaned into He Zhize's ear, and whispered to him, "I eat spicy crayfish."

After saying this, Cen Fei saw that He Zhize's right hand holding the spoon didn't move. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you drink it? Is it too weak? Shall I add some salt for you?"

He Zhize pursed his lips, shook his head and said to Cen Fei, "No need."

Cen Fei tilted his head, always feeling that He Zhize's words were a little bit of anger.

While eating porridge, He Zhize asked Cen Fei about his family's situation, and asked him, "By the way, where are your parents?"

Cen Fei was playing games with his mobile phone, and he didn't look up when he heard He Zhize's words, but just replied casually: "My father is on a business trip abroad, and my mother went out with him."

"Do they trust you to be at home alone?"

Hearing He Zhize's unbelievable tone, Cen Fei just happened to lose this qualifying match. He put down his phone, shrugged helplessly, and replied, "Maybe my mom is even more worried about my dad being abroad alone."

He Zhize sighed softly, and said to him, "Your parents are a little irresponsible."

"It's okay." Cen Fei felt that he was fine at home alone, and it happened that no one was watching him study.

Seeing that the millet porridge in He Zhize's hand had bottomed out, Cen Fei also handed him the winter melon pork ribs soup on the cabinet. He Zhize shook the soup with a spoon and found that there were only three ribs in it, so he scooped up the ribs They came out and fed them all into Cen Fei's stomach.

Cen Fei was a little embarrassed at first, but He Zhize said that he is not suitable for eating such greasy food now, so Cen Fei wiped out all three ribs with his mouth.

If another person saved He Zhize, even if he didn't confess him as an ancestor after knowing his identity, he would have to be more cautious in his words and deeds, but Cen Fei seemed to be missing a muscle in his mind, and he didn't treat He Zhize as well. It was just that I was a little curious at the beginning, but now I have completely regarded him as an ordinary person, the kind of ordinary person who likes him just by looking at him.

Cen Feixin took off his shoes and sat cross-legged next to He Zhize, and began to concentrate on playing the game again. He Zhize looked at him for a while, and then asked him: "Aren't you doing your homework?"

Hearing what He Zhize said, Cen Fei was startled for a moment, then immediately jumped off the bed, shouting, "Damn, there's still homework! I still have a lot of paper rolls!"

Cen Fei threw the mobile phone into He Zhize's hand, circling on the ground anxiously, "Where is my schoolbag? Where is my schoolbag?"

He Zhize watched this scene with a smile on his lips, took the mobile phone thrown by Cen Fei, raised his finger and pointed to the table not far from the head of the bed, and asked him, "Is that right?"

Looking in the direction of He Zhize's finger, he saw his schoolbag in the shape of a black beetle. He rushed over to hold the schoolbag in his arms and nodded wildly, saying incessantly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He Zhize shook his head, picked up Cen Fei's cell phone and finished his round of ranking.

Cen Fei lay down on the table and started to do the questions. He knew all the Chinese characters in front of him, but he didn't know what they meant when they were grouped together to ask questions.

He Zhize got off the bed, walked slowly behind him, looked down at Cen Fei's paper, more than an hour had passed, Cen Fei had only done thirteen small questions so far, and only got four correct, He Zhize frowned Wrinkled enough to kill flies, he tapped his fingers on the desk twice, and sighed: "Your accuracy rate is a bit low."

Cen Fei dropped the pen in his hand, looked up at He Zhize, narrowed his eyes, showed a proud expression, and said: "I am the boss of the Shenlong Gang, so naturally my younger brother will help me with these questions. "

He Zhize pointed Cen Fei's head with his fingers, and said to him, "You, the boss of the Shenlong Gang, can't even do this kind of problem."

"You know how to do it?" Cen Fei replied.

He Zhize dragged a chair over and sat down beside Cen Fei, and said to him, "I was a graduate student at O ​​University back then, do you think I would?"

"Give me the pen, and I'll give you a lecture."

Cen Feilue looked at him in surprise, and said, "You are injured now."

"I hurt my arms and legs, not my brain."

For some reason, Cen Fei always felt that He Zhize's words were aimed at himself.

When going to bed at night, Cen Fei hugged the quilt to go to the second bedroom. He Zhize asked him, and he said, "I'm a little dishonest at night, don't press your wound."

He Zhize was really embarrassed that he took up his bedroom as soon as he arrived, and even sent someone to the second bedroom. He patted the pillow beside him, "It's okay, let's sleep together."

"Are you all right?" Cen Fei asked with some concern.

"It's all right."

When Cen Fei turned off the light and lay down next to He Zhize, he touched He Zhize's uninjured arm and asked him, "Are you afraid to sleep alone at night?"

"Shut up and sleep."

He Zhize sat down at Cen Fei's house, because there was a traitor in the Azure Dragon Club, and he hadn't found out who it was yet, so he didn't contact the brothers in the Azure Dragon Club immediately.

Although he and Cen Fei are more than ten years apart in age, there is no generation gap or barrier when getting along with him, as if they have known each other for many years.

On Friday, after returning from school, Cen Fei mysteriously took out two discs from his school bag, waved them in front of He Zhize's eyes, and asked He Zhize, "I got it from my classmate, do you see it?"

"what?"

Cen Fei put the disc into the computer, and blinked at He Zhize, "Hey, good stuff."

Looking at his expression, He Zhize could probably tell what he wanted to see. Boys of this age are just curious, so it's not surprising to see something like this.

Although He Zhize was not interested in this kind of video, he still managed to sit next to Cen Fei by accident. Cen Fei was a little surprised to see him sitting over, and asked him, "You guys from the Shenlong Club also watch this?"

He Zhize patted his head and didn't speak.

At the beginning of the film, a young man in his 20s was sitting on the sofa and introducing himself. Cen Fei couldn't understand what he said, but just stared at the screen without blinking.

But He Zhize's expression became weird at this time, he turned his head to look at Cen Fei who was concentrating on him, but he still couldn't say what he wanted to stop him.

Immediately afterwards, Cen Fei saw another man walk in from the outside. Cen Fei covered his mouth with his hand. He didn't expect that the disc given to him by his classmate would be so exciting, so he had a threesome.

But... why hasn't the heroine appeared yet?

And the next scene shattered Cen Fei's three views even more. He watched the two men on the screen chatting forcefully for a few words, then they kissed each other and picked each other's T-shirts.

Cen Fei was in great shock and forgot to turn off the video for a while, so he watched the two men take off their T-shirts and then began to take off their pants, and then the picture became indescribable.

Cen Fei jumped up from the chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbed the mouse and cursed: "I'll fuck Tang Yiran's grandma! I'll cut off her two braids tomorrow! They must be cut off!" !"

Seeing Cen Fei's furry appearance, He Zhize thought it was quite interesting, and teased him, "Why didn't you watch it? Didn't you enjoy it just now?"

Cen Fei frantically turned off the video, and after hearing He Zhize's words, he suddenly turned his head to stare at him and asked, "Did you know what this was from the beginning?"

He Zhize raised his eyebrows, looking like he was watching the excitement, and said to him: "If you study foreign languages ​​hard, you can't be fooled."

"Ahhhhhhh—" Cen Fei shouted while holding his head.

He Zhize rubbed his ears, patted Cen Fei on the back, comforted him and said, "Okay, stop barking, the game has already hit you with Starfish."

Cen Fei stopped for a moment, bent over and approached He Zhize, staring at him and asked him, "Really?"

"Really." He Zhize raised his hand and rubbed the messy hair on top of his head.

So He Zhize listened to Cen Fei's wolf howl again.

He Zhize didn't know if Cen Fei really cut off that female classmate's braid. On Monday, when Cen Fei came home from school, he asked He Zhize, "Can you break frogs?"

He Zhize shook his head, and heard Cen Fei say, "Today I just learned how to fold frogs with Tang Yiran, and I'll teach you."

As he said that, Cen Fei took out a stack of colored papers from his school bag, found some green papers, and taught He Zhize hand in hand.

Looking at the rows of small frogs on the table, He Zhize raised his forehead. He didn't know how he turned into a child about his age in front of Cen Fei. He sighed, packed up the frogs and put them on the window sill aside. On the morning, he took a few tutorial books and sent them to Cen Fei, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's time to do homework."

Cen Feili has a small face.