Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

"What's the matter?" The colleague saw his dull expression when he handed over the compiled materials to 0911, so he patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Uh, it's okay." 0911 smiled sheepishly, and he took the information handed over by his colleague, "I just left in a hurry and forgot something."

"Well, how did the mission go?"

0911 glanced at the serial number on his colleague's chest, gathered his things and walked to the office together with him.

"It's okay," 0911 felt heavy in his heart. The throbbing just now seemed like it had never happened before. The flame in his chest was poured down with a bucket of ice water, and white smoke was sizzling, making him very irritable. .

1398 folded his hands behind his back and sighed heavily, "The tasks are becoming more and more difficult these days. The more desires people have in their hearts, the harder it is for us to do."

"Just now I finally finished the last task, and it can be regarded as a relief, but I have to rest for a while..."

1398 was still chattering nonstop, but 0911's mind was no longer on it, so that they didn't notice when they said goodbye to him later.

Across the hall is the magnificent office, the most important and busiest place in the entire headquarters.

Behind the high white arches is an endless corridor, the walls are covered with complicated decorations, and the eye-catching and gorgeous crystal chandeliers are vertical from the ceiling to the ground, shining with golden brilliance, illuminating the entire space.

Going forward a few steps and looking up, you can see brightly colored murals, which recorded all kinds of bizarre things, entangled naked human bodies, mottled colors, and all kinds of strange creatures...

From the beginning of chaos to the latest satellite launch, the countless murals are a thick and vivid history book.

"Hey buddy!" A horse man on a mural greeted 0911, waving his hooves and neighing, "You don't look well!"

0911 just looked up and waved to him, "Good afternoon."

The wall clock in the center struck twelve loudly, and the things in the painting stuck their heads out and greeted each other, but because of the limitation of the picture frame, they could only wave their hands from a distance.

The rocket in the painting closest to 0911 began its five-thousandth launch, and the huge cloud that rose up blinded his eyes.

People in white robes pass by at any time in the corridor. Their eyes are eager and anxious. Holding a thick stack of documents in their hands, they hurriedly find the corresponding arches on both sides, and then quickly close the door with a "bang" sound. One sound.

0911 took a deep breath, and then stood still in front of a brown wooden door. There was a small golden sign in the center of the wooden door, which said "003 Clerical Department"

He pushed open the door, and what he saw was piles of paper documents, white piles piled up in front of a desk, not only on the desk, but also piled up under the desk, 0911 tiptoed over those hills Mound like the documentation, trying not to mess things up here.

"Coming?" A slightly hoarse voice came from behind the file. The owner of the voice raised his head and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling at 0911.

The small tag on this man's clothes is marked with the serial number - 003. He is sitting on a black soft office chair, behind him is a tall cabinet that makes people stagger, and the two rows of high cabinets are neatly placed. Not to the end.

Behind this office is a transparent glass wall, behind the wall is a grand and ethereal universe, a fiery star floating in the darkness, surrounded by a brilliant nebula, magnificent and mysterious

003 was wearing pure white overalls, with a handsome face that could not tell his age.

He sat behind a mountain of documents, almost blending in with it. His eyes were light golden, and he always gave people a careless feeling when looking at people. Compared with his overall temperament, the sharpened red pencil seems a bit out of touch.

"I'm here to deliver the materials." 0911 pulled his calf out of two piles of papers that were close together, stretched his arms with difficulty and handed the blue folder to 003.

"Is the mission going well this time?" 003 took off his glasses and put them on the table, pinching the space between his eyebrows with his fingers.

"Well, it's about the same as before..." 0911 lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

003's fingers were slender and strong. He flipped through the documents, but didn't notice the abnormality of the person in front of him, "Shang-Chen... committed suicide?" He frowned, the task seemed a bit difficult.

003 looked up, just in time to see 0911 who lowered his head and said nothing. He put down the document, handed the young man a cup of tea in relief, and said, "What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood."

0911 took the teacup, looked around and found no place to sit, so he leaned against the corner of the desk, and said, "I'm just a little irritable, don't worry."

The young man numbered 0911 in front of him didn't wear a uniform today, but casually put on a light gray casual suit, which looked full of home style.

He was extremely tall, his clothes were unbuttoned twice, revealing a small piece of fair chest, and his knuckles were clearly defined holding the teacup.

Further up is a handsome face, the lines of the face carved with knives and axes are a bit handsome, it is a typical thick face, there is a little heroism between the brows, but it suddenly softens around the eyes.

The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and when he drooped, he looked like some kind of large dog. There was a small black mole directly under his right eye, and his slightly curly hair was softly attached to his forehead, giving off a youthful air for no reason.

0911 frowned and took a sip of tea, apparently not planning to speak.

003 glanced at him, and didn't say much. He casually picked up a data cable on the table, plugged it into the small interface at the temple, and started to record files.

His eyes suddenly glowed strangely, and the blue-green data in the pupils flashed quickly, and in a short while, all the thick files were recorded in the main brain.

The blue light faded, 003 put down the folder, and said in surprise: "His happiness value has only reached 35%?" Difficult?"

0911 copied the bangs to the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead. He glanced down and nodded indiscriminately.

Didn't he already know the news that Shang Chen died a long time ago?

Knowing all the information about the "rescued" is something that every "savior" must do before taking over the task.

But why is he so irritable now?

The full name of the headquarters where 0911 is located is "Space-Time Administration Headquarters". Every employee with a number is a "savior", and the so-called "saved" refers to people who have lost their lives. The regrets and resentments in the brain become a piece of brain waves, and what the "savior" has to do is to eliminate regrets and convert the waves into energy for use by the headquarters.

It is regret, but also desire.

The golden ball floating upward contained in the transparent pillar in the hall is the electric wave that has been turned into energy.

Everyone's regrets are different, so the way to eliminate regrets and satisfy desires is also different.

Shang Chen has loved such a person all his life, holding him on the tip of his heart, but unfortunately that person is not caring at all, he turned his head and gave a smile, and threw that heart into the mud and trampled it.

He didn't regret it before he died, but he just thought that he didn't have more romantic relationships with a few men, and his scattered feelings were ruined like this, which is a pity.

So the task given to 0911 by the headquarters this time is to let him untie Shang Chen's knots, completely wear down his consciousness, and transform it into energy.

However, as Monk Shangchen spent more time together, something went wrong while doing the task. 0911 put down the teacup, feeling a mess in his heart.

The thing he hated most in life was untangling a mess of tangled ropes, as if he would never be able to sort out this tangled mess of feelings.

"Go back to the studio and take a rest. I think you are in a bad state," 003 said, pulling him back from his wild thoughts. The former erected the documents, tapped them on the desk, and organized them into order. Only then returned to 0911.

He took it, nodded in a daze, walked out of the office, and returned to his studio.

The "studio" is a room provided by the Space-Time Administration for every employee, where they rest and work, and it is the most private place.

The familiar breath coming from the door made 0911's tense nerves relax. He closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

The room in 0911 is not big, but it shows the owner’s personal hobbies everywhere. A fluffy ginger yellow and cat’s paw-shaped doormat is placed at the door, and the whole space is warm and relaxing. A gray sofa in the middle is covered with various Soft dolls—these were gifts from many familiar female colleagues.

He put the documents in his hands on the shelf, and when he was about to change into his slippers, a white shadow suddenly appeared from the depths of the room.

A fleshy white rabbit rushed over and bumped into 0911's ankle, its red eyes were shining, and it held a vegetable leaf in its mouth. .

0911 burst out laughing. He knelt down and hugged the meaty rabbit. He stroked the rabbit's soft fur with his right hand. "Ancestor, how are you doing?"

The white rabbit known as the "ancestor" looked away in disgust, its soft pink ears stood up alertly, and its two front paws swung in the air twice before breaking free from 0911's arms.

Really tired, 0911 held his neck and turned around twice, then walked to the center of the hall, and then the whole person fell on the sofa.

The sofa was specially made of particularly soft materials. When sitting on it, 0911's tall body almost sank into it. He sighed, and then gently closed his eyes.

Apart from the crisp sound of my ancestors chewing vegetable leaves, there is no other noise in my ears. 0911 tried to let go of himself, trying to figure out what he was thinking in his heart, and why this mission would put him in this situation. .

As he thought about it, his consciousness became chaotic, and in a trance, he stepped into a green field.

The wind is soft, the grass is soft, and there is a faint smell of mint in the air. The sun hangs on the east side of the sky, and the moon is painted on the west side. Bright silver and gold are entangled and flow like melted crayons.

There was a melody ringing in my ear, which was very familiar, and 0911 followed the music to find the source.

Along the way, there are dots of fireflies in the shape of snowflakes floating in front of your eyes, and when you brush them away with your hands, they will make a crisp sound like wind chimes.The soft grass tip rubbed against the ankle, a little itchy.

0911 couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled.

The voice became clearer and clearer, passing through the silky blue waterfall, 0911 saw a familiar person.

Shang Chen sat on the big rock on the edge of the cliff with his guitar in his arms, strumming the strings of the guitar with his wrist, making a pleasant sound.His mouth was murmuring, as if singing, but 0911 could not hear what he was singing.

The singing sound is like a layer of frosted glass, which is so vague that it makes one's heart itch.

Go forward and get closer.

0911 whispered in his heart.

Shang Chen's brows and eyes are lowered, which is his original appearance.

He was wearing a white shirt and had no expression on his face.The facial features are very light, looking abnormally soft, and some fine hair hangs down in front of his eyes, covering a little bit of sight, but making him look younger than his age.His hands are very white and thin, and when he plucks the strings, his heart beats inexplicably.

There is a tattoo on the wrist, 0911 frowned, the tattoo is very eye-catching.

Uncontrollably walking in front of Shang Chen, 0911's heart beat a little faster, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

As if the young man in front of him heard something, Shang Chen paused his plucking hand, raised his head and smiled at him.

He had a really pretty smile, his brows and eyes were soft like a peach blossom in the Sanyue Lake, he walked gently along the waves, but kept Xiao Jiu's eyes that he couldn't take away.

"Xiao Jiu," Shang Chen smiled, put the guitar aside, and walked forward slowly.

Fireflies danced, lighting up the bright eyes of the person in front of him, and Xiao Jiu saw herself in his clear eyes.

"I," 0911 wanted to say something, he swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple slid up and down.

He watched Shang Chen walk towards him step by step, with a smile in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Don't move," Shang Chen's face was only a few feet away from Xiao Jiu, and his warm breath sprayed on his chest. He reached out and gently touched the latter's cheek, and dexterously wrapped his tattooed right wrist around Xiao Jiu's chest. On the back of Jiu's neck, with a force, the distance between the two of them was drawn closer again.

This is the first time Xiaojiu looks at Shang Chen from such a close distance, his eyes, nose, and lips...

0911 felt like he was about to suffocate.He really wanted to hold Shang Chen's hand and kiss it, then hold his hand to feel his heartbeat, and tell him that his heart is now dancing a dance that belongs only to Shang Chen.

But he didn't dare, he didn't do anything, he just looked at Shang Chen who was getting closer, and felt the two heartbeats that almost overlapped when they pressed against their chests.

Shang Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, touched Xiao Jiu's lips with his fingertips, put his forehead to his forehead with a smile, and rubbed the tip of the latter's nose affectionately.

"I want to do one thing," the voice was extremely low, almost whispering, but 0911 could hear it clearly.

His smile and breathing were like a tube of anesthesia, which made 0911 dizzy and didn't know what was going on, so he could only nod along with his words.

Shang Chen's smile deepened, he looked into Xiao Jiu's eyes, and then kissed her lightly.

……

"Hmm..." 0911 woke up with a burst of heartbeat that was about to explode. He was panting heavily, sitting on the sofa and holding his heart to breathe, like a fish out of water.

His temples throbbed with pain, and he bent down to support his head.

The scene in the dream just now was still clear, as real as if I had experienced it myself.

0911 Recalling Shang Chen's warm palm when he touched his cheek, his deep smile, and that kiss with a hint of mint flavor when his lips touched...

I like Shang Chen?

He slowly raised his head from the crook of his arms.

The ancestor who was full jumped out of the room, jumped to his feet and took a bite of 0911's trouser leg.

He touched his heartbeat that hadn't completely calmed down, and stared blankly at the clock with two dials hanging on the wall. The chaotic emotions in his heart seemed to be becoming clearer little by little. before.

The clock struck six heavily, and 0911 looked up in panic.

The time was coming, and he didn't care about other things. After touching his ancestors, he hurried into a small dark room in the studio. with blue light.

The intricate data lines are connected to a computer that is constantly running day and night. The huge data flow is daunting. 0911 hastily checked the interface at the bottom of the cabin, and then lay down neatly.

The transparent top cover of the sleeping cabin slowly and automatically closed. He closed his eyes, his body became light and light, and his familiar consciousness began to gradually blur, and then he gradually regained consciousness.

0911 returned to the familiar control panel. The screen just turned on. Shang Chen rubbed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning, Xiaojiu."

A simple sentence made 0911 settle down with a wandering and helpless heart.As if he had found his final belonging, his heart trembled.

He figured it out, he wanted to stick Shang Chen's broken heart piece by piece, put a lot of love and warmth inside, pat the dust off it and put it back on Shang Chen's chest Here, give him a very light, very light hug, and then tell him, "That's all you have in your heart, keep it well in the future...or just let me here, and I'll warm you up."

He wants to hug Shang Chen under the sun for a long, long time, and speak to this person in the most gentle voice.

I like you.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angels for your encouragement and support!

The stupid author's heart is really warm~ My little beans are the cutest little angels in the world!

After these two days of adjustments, the stupid author has slowly returned to his mentality, and the next step is to update it every day! (firm eyes)

Some of the following chapters will slowly explain some things about this "headquarters", and the general texture will gradually be clarified.

(Small voice: Little beans, please be patient~)

Then there is the sweet daily life of Monk Chen Chen~

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