Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ge Xiu couldn't tell what mood he was in right now.

In the last world, he thought he had already figured out the other party's purpose. Everything he did before was a gentle trap, but a conspiracy to keep his mental body in the virtual world forever. However, the other party The next behavior directly and completely broke all his conceptions, overturning all the speculations he had made before.

Gexiu has always been used to relying on his own thinking ability.

He is good at stripping analysis clues and intelligence from seemingly chaotic backgrounds and environments. He is willing to play with and manipulate the weaknesses of human nature, and take advantage of them to ensure that he occupies a favorable position in the game.

but……

The opponent's move was unexpected by Ge Xiu.

What happened next was like a derailed train, galloping away from the established track and route, and it was impossible to predict under the pull of gravity and inertia.

Gosho felt overwhelmed for the first time.

For the first time, he was forced to leave his comfort zone and was forced to lose the dominant position he once relied on.

Ge Xiu didn't want to admit it, but there was no doubt about one thing - the moment the opponent shot him in the jaw, he felt flustered for the first time, as if something was out of his control.

This feeling is dangerous.

Gexiu likes danger and challenges, but he doesn't like such a sense of loss of control beyond expectations.

He didn't know how to face the man in front of him.

——However, the other party should have no memory of the previous world now.

Ge Xiu clings to this conclusion tightly, as if only in this way can he gain a sense of security.

"Yes, thank you for your concern." He nodded to the man standing at the foot of the bed, and replied in a cautious and distant manner.

Zuo Yan looked at the other party quietly.

He could clearly see the undisguised defense in the young man's eyes.

Zuo Yan hooked his lips and said:

"That's good. Is there anything else you need? Water?"

His posture is calm and impeccable in terms of etiquette, but there is a faint color of indisputability.

Ge Xiu was struggling to get out of the bed little by little, his movements were still restricted by the sequelae of the previous pain, becoming dull and slow.

He shook his head and refused bluntly:

"No."

The moment Gexiu's feet touched the ground, his knees softened slightly. If he hadn't supported the bed with his hands in time, he might have fallen to the ground directly.

Zuo Yan unobtrusively took back his subconscious forward steps.

He frowned, momentarily confused by his gaffe.

Ge Xiu lowered his head and straightened his crumpled clothes a little.

His complexion is still pale, and the warm sunset outside the window spills into the room along the window lattice, coating his cold and pale side face with a layer of gold powder, making the facial features more vivid and deep, this almost extreme sense of conflict It's almost impossible to look away.

Zuo Yan's heart twitched slightly.

He said, "You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ge Xiu hastily: "Is there any place nearby where it is easier to take a taxi?"

Zuo Yan frowned calmly.

I don't know why... How does he feel that the other party avoids him as if he has encountered a scourge?

His face was still calm, and he replied calmly:

"No."

Ge Xiu was taken aback, and looked up at him.

"This is a villa area in the outer suburbs, and the nearest stop sign is a few kilometers away." Zuo Yan said without changing his face: "The butler downstairs has prepared dinner. You can wait until you have used it, and I will send you a car to take you away."

He paused, then added empathetically:

"Of course, if you're willing to walk over, I have no problem."

Gosho: "..."

Indeed the same person.

It's just too shameless.

He took a deep breath, and raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile: "Thank you for your kindness, but... I don't think a few kilometers is too far away, and I happen to be lacking in exercise right now."

As Gexiu said, he was about to walk out the door.

Just when he was about to pass by Zuo Yan, the other party suddenly reached out and grabbed Ge Xiu's wrist without warning. The force he used was not too strong, but Ge Xiu hadn't recovered from his previous weak state. Slowing down, he was staggered by being pulled, and fell into the opponent's arms unexpectedly.

The breath with the faint smell of rum immediately surrounded him with the warm body temperature, enveloping him like a huge net.

Ge Xiu was taken aback, and immediately forgot to struggle.

Zuo Yan folded his arms, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep voice made his chest vibrate slightly:

"The third time."

Ge Xiu frowned: "What?"

"This is the third time you have thrown yourself into your arms." Zuo Yan said calmly.

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Obviously it was you just now..."

and many more……

He suddenly realized something was wrong: "Three times? Where did the third time come from?"

Before he passed out due to the excessive pain, although Gexiu was already somewhat unconscious, he still had a clear picture of what happened around him. I haven't met the other party before, where did I throw myself into my arms for the third time?

The curvature of Zuo Yan's lips deepened slightly.

He sighed pretendingly, then lowered his head, his face with deep contours approached slightly: "I still have the souvenir you left on my face."

Gosho was stunned.

The other party's eye sockets... Looking carefully, it seemed to be a little blue, as if someone had punched him hard.

There was also a dark red scar on the corner of his lip. Although it had scabbed over, it was still possible to see the extent of the previous tragedy.

Injuried?

It has nothing to do with him being injured...

Ge Xiu was startled, and suddenly recalled what happened to him five days ago - he was cheated by that seemingly harmless task, drank those three glasses of wine, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day In the morning, he was lying on the bed in a luxury suite, vaguely remembering that he had a fight with someone yesterday...

had a fight...

He glanced intently at the scar on Zuo Yan's face, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Gosho was dumbfounded.

……Grass.

Zuo Yan watched the young man in his arms with great interest, and when he saw the expression of sudden realization, he understood what the other party had finally remembered.

"I remember you saying—" he repeated calmly and slowly:

"I said wait, wait, you can't fucking hear that, can you?"

Gosho: "..."

"Draw out the gun? Do you want to draw out again?"

Gosho: "..."

"By the way, you still said——you don't speak clearly if you fucking have something to say, commit suicide."

Zuo Yan's complexion remained unchanged, and he slid his palm down a few inches to fit tightly against the opponent's suddenly tightened and sunken waist. The waistline under the palm was slender and tight, and he could feel it through the thin fabric. To that delicate and silky touch.

Ge Xiu didn't notice the opponent's small movements.

Because he is actually a little confused now.

He didn't feel that he was affected so much when he was in the world.

After all, death has long been commonplace for him, and the passing of a life doesn't matter. After all, the number of fruit produced by him alone is far more than that. What's more, according to the content of the other party's words, his own existence does not affect it. After passing away, they will still "see you in the next world".

But...these words...seem...as if...he really said them...

Gosho felt distraught.

He has always suppressed his emotions habitually, so even after the end of the last world, he did not have an overly violent reaction, but was able to calm down quickly and confront and game with the presiding judge.

Immediately afterwards, the incident seemed to fade away and was erased from his memory.

Since entering this world, Gexiu has never recalled what happened in the last world.

He felt completely back to normal.

Sensible, meticulous, normal.

This state reassures him.

But what the other party is repeating now, what he said in an unconscious state... seems to have directly torn off his layer of self-protection and self-deception, forcing him to face his once real and out-of-control emotions.

too weird.

From Zuo Yan's perspective, only two red ear tips can be seen, with a bit of lustrous pink and white, which makes people unable to control their desire to know how it feels to touch.

Following his own mind, he raised his hand and pinched the tip of the ear hidden in the black hair.

The young man in his arms shook violently as if he had been scalded. Only then did he realize that the posture they were maintaining was too ambiguous, and hurriedly backed away.

Zuo Yan twirled his fingertips with some regret—the delicate and hot touch seemed to still stay on his fingertips, like a layer of slippery fine powder, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

His eyes darkened slightly:

"You think I'm going to kill myself?"

Zuo Yan's face darkened unknowingly: "Or did you mistook me for someone else?"

Gosho: "..."

He subconsciously took another step back, but he didn't expect that there was already a bed behind him. He was knocked by the edge of the bed in a hurry, and he fell backwards.

The sudden weightlessness made him subconsciously reach out and grab the nearest thing.

He grabbed Zuo Yan's collar.

Zuo Yan was also shocked, he was pulled and fell to the bed before he had time to stabilize his figure.

He put his arm on the young man's ear to prevent him from hitting him, and trapped him in the shadow cast by his figure. In the narrow space, they could feel the same disordered breathing of the other party.

Gosho calmed down again.

He blinked, observed the current posture of the two, and suddenly said:

"This time you threw yourself into the arms."

Zuo Yan: "..."

At this moment, there was a light knocking sound from the open door, and the two turned their heads to look at the place where the sound came from. They saw the elderly butler standing at the door. His high professionalism made him understand the situation in front of him. There was no weird expression in the complicated scene, only a slight twitch of the eyebrows: "...Sir, dinner is ready."

Zuo Yan turned over, straightened his messy clothes, then nodded calmly:

"understood."

He reached out his hand to Gosho who was lying on the bed.

Ge Xiu squinted at the dangling palm, but he didn't hold it. Instead, he got up from the bed and jumped briskly to the ground.

A smile flickered across Zuo Yan's lips, and he withdrew his hand, as naturally as if he was not the one who was rejected just now.

The two walked downstairs.

A sumptuous dinner is ready.

Ge Xiu didn't refuse anymore, he pulled out a chair and sat down - the stamina of the electric shock had passed, and the food he ate at the table had already lost its effect, and he began to gradually feel hungry.

He eats very fast.

I don't really care about the type of food I eat, nor do I pay attention to table manners, efficiency, and speed, just to ensure energy intake.

After realizing that the hunger has disappeared, Gexiu stopped without hesitation.

Zuo Yan raised his hand and made a gesture behind him, a servant came quickly, put a thick contract by Ge Xiu's hand, and then quickly withdrew.

Gosho raised his eyebrows:

"what is this?"

Zuo Yan gracefully wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and replied calmly: "Nursing contract."

Gosho: "..."

·

Inside the research institute, the researcher shouted in surprise:

"Boss! The criminal finally triggered one of the branches!"

The director was startled, his originally gloomy face lit up again: "What?"

The flow rate of time is once again cut to 70.00% five, so that the virtual world can be observed by the outside world again. On the screen, at the two ends of the dining table, two people sit opposite each other. From this angle, only Gexiu can be seen completely and clearly The front of the person, while the other person's back is facing the screen, a slight snowflake flashes across his back.

Pandora is a black box, and too frequent forced observations can easily lead to an increase in its instability.

So no one cares.

The director's voice became urgent: "Can you switch the angle?"

The researcher tried it, then shook his head helplessly: "No."

The director didn't dwell on this point—it didn't matter what the person sitting opposite the criminal looked like, he turned to look at the researcher in charge of data construction, and asked, "Which branch did he trigger? "

The researcher lowered his head and hurriedly operated for a few seconds, and a piece of information was displayed on the big screen.

Character: Zuo Yan.

Identity: Director of the Zuo Group, in control of the world's largest private arms company, with great power, covering the sky with one hand.

An ordinary middle-aged man's face appeared next to the information. His facial features were mediocre, but there was a lingering ferocity in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Make sure this branch line is completed." There was faint excitement in the director's voice.

"Yes!"