After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Ying had just finished taking a shower when she received the manager's call.

Moisture from the bathroom was all over him, only a white cotton bathrobe was loosely wrapped, and water droplets continued to drip from the ends of the jet-black hair, leaving dark dots on the fabric of the bathrobe.

Qiao Ying wiped her hair with a towel and switched on the cell phone that had been chattering for a few minutes.

As soon as the call was connected, a shrill male voice came from the other end of the microphone, asking questions directly.

"Qiao Ying, where have you been? Why haven't you come to the hotel yet? Didn't everyone inform you that there is a dinner today? What time is it? Where are you? Don't want to do it anymore?"

Qiao Ying was stunned by the wiping action, frowned lightly, threw away the towel, took the mobile phone from the external speaker, and interrupted the manager's barrage of curses.

"What hotel?" he asked.

The manager's scolding was choked in his throat by the sudden question, he adjusted his breathing repeatedly, and cursed in a low voice, looking very angry.

After a pause, he seemed to remember something, his tone eased slightly, and he was no longer like a firecracker, "The box at the far end on the third floor of Tianhai Hotel, if you can't make it within half an hour, you won't be in the company tomorrow. "

The phone was hung up, and there was only a long "beep" sound in the microphone.

Qiao Ying glanced over the hung up call interface, thought for a moment, and then turned to the wall clock on the wall.

The pointer just passed the number eight.

It's an embarrassing time. It doesn't belong to the scope of dinner or supper. It is absolutely impossible to go to the hotel just to eat. I guess there is something else...

Qiao Ying's jaw tightened slightly, and then loosened again in an instant.

He is not a fool, so he naturally knows what the manager is planning.

He said he was a manager, but in fact, more often than not, Qiao Ying felt that the other party was a pimp, and he thought about sending the artist in his hand to accompany him for a drink all day long.

Now the pimping is on him...

Qiao Ying's pupils flickered slightly, she thought about something, changed her clothes without much hesitation, grabbed the key and pushed the door out.

His residence is very close to Tianhai Hotel, and it only takes 10 to [-] minutes by taxi. As soon as he got off the bus, the manager's phone call came over him like a ghost.

"Where are you..."

"Brother Han, I'm downstairs." Qiao Ying interrupted him with a slightly cold voice.

Han Xiaozhong paused when he was about to reprimand, and the cursing words rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them down reluctantly, frowning and instructed: "Come up quickly when you come, dawdling underground."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned his head, with a smile on his overly thin face. When he spoke again, his tone was very different from before, flattering and flattering.

"Mr. Liu, look at this... Qiao Ying will be here soon. She called just now, and she is downstairs. Come up now."

The man he called Mr. Liu was a man in his early forties, with a slightly fat body, wrapped in an expensive suit, which seemed a little too small, and it looked like a fat lantern was wrapped around his body.

Although there is no Mediterranean and beer belly, it looks greasy for nothing.

Mr. Liu squinted his eyes and looked very good-tempered. He reached out his hand very naturally and embraced a nearby woman in a short skirt. The latter froze and remained silent without moving.

"The last time I saw Xiao Qiao, I felt that he was very suitable for this drama. In the past few days, I have been thinking about getting Manager Han and me to help make a connection, and let Xiao Qiao have a chance to audition for the play. .”

There was a smile in Mr. Liu's voice, and it sounded like he was really happy because he had found a good seedling.

"Naturally, I have to trouble Mr. Liu to support Xiao Qiao a lot." Han Xiaozhong smiled calmly, and secretly spat in his heart.

Speaking so grandly, it is nothing more than seeing Qiao Ying's face and wanting to use resources to coax people into bed.

The woman embraced by Mr. Liu is also an entertainer under his name. Hearing his words, she tugged at the skirt that had been moved to her thigh while avoiding it. When Mr. Liu let go of her hand, she went to toast and moved to Han Xiaozhong's side.

After hesitating for a moment, the woman asked softly, "Brother Han, did you really call Qiao Ying here? You know his character..."

Han Xiaozhong sneered, and sarcastically said: "Want to be famous but pretend to be noble and don't want to climb into bed. Finally, there is a resource who picks and chooses, saying that he can't act. Who does he think he is?"

What he said was ugly, and both inside and outside the words were derogatory.

The woman opened her mouth, wanting to say something else, she glanced at the door involuntarily with short-sightedness, "This is not very good..."

Before she finished her words, someone pushed open the door of the box and walked in.

It was a tall young man who came in, wearing long clothes and trousers, perhaps because of the cool temperature at night, and a light black coat was casually worn outside.The peaked cap on the top of his head was covered, covering half of his black hair, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

But inexplicably, it gave people an intuition that there was an extraordinary face under the peaked cap.

When the young man came in, he raised his head slightly, his eyebrows were exposed from under the brim of his hat, his eyebrows were deep and wide, and he was very well-born, but he looked plain and cold. The light from the corridor cast a deep shadow on his face.

It looked as if it had stepped out of a painting.

The person who came was Qiao Ying whom they discussed just now.

Han Xiaozhong saw the person coming in at a glance, and the voice that was talking to Mr. Liu paused, and he raised his hand to signal that he was here.

People have long legs, and they can get close in two or three steps.

Before Han Xiaozhong could speak, Mr. Liu stood up first and walked up to Qiao Ying. His voice was filled with joy, and he called out in a familiar tone, "Xiao Qiao is here?"

The address in his mouth is very familiar, as if he has known Qiao Ying for a long time.

When her name was called, Qiao Ying frowned subconsciously, looked up from under her peaked cap, and was facing a smiling greasy pig face.

He didn't speak, he obviously didn't know him, his face was very cold, and it was this coldness that made him look even more attractive.

Han Xiaozhong squeezed over from behind, with an obviously flattering smile on his face, "Mr. Liu, this is Qiao Ying, you've seen it before."

He turned sideways, changed his face quickly, and lowered his voice to reprimand: "Qiao Ying, this is Mr. Liu from Happy Film and Television. The investment that I mentioned to you a few days ago belongs to Mr. Liu's company. Don't be so rude. You are late. Who do you show your face to?"

Qiao Ying stood beside him, her eyes were also cold, and she still didn't say a word.

What else did Han Xiaozhong want to say, Mr. Liu raised his hand to stop him with a smile, and brought a glass of red wine from the side instead.

"Young people, more or less have a bit of a temper. Being late is nothing but a big deal, don't you think so? What's more... I admire Xiao Qiao so much."

The cold semi-curved cup was pressed against the back of Qiao Ying's hand, and the person who was holding it deliberately rolled it up, which was full of hints.

Qiao Ying paused, his eyes moved from the glass to Mr. Liu's face, the latter smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, his slit eyes were full of meaning, only the cold touch of the glass stayed on the back of his hand.

He didn't move much, as if he didn't know what it meant, like a puppet that was moved, standing quietly, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Seeing him like this, Mr. Liu smiled even deeper. He held up the glass to put it in his hand, but moved his other hand along with the trend, and touched the place he coveted.

He has played a lot of low-level artists, some are voluntary for resources, some are forced to helpless, and some even have a clearly marked price... There are too many such things.

But it is rare to see such a beautiful product as Qiao Ying, with such a beautiful face, but a cold temperament like frost, it is very conspicuous no matter where it is, and it looks like a very easy to bully.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have organized this round just for a little artist who wasn't even a star, Mr. Liu thought, and his smile deepened.

...but the outstretched hand finally stopped in mid-air, and was firmly held by someone, unable to move.

Mr. Liu was taken aback for a moment, and so was Han Xiaozhong, his expression changed instantly after he realized it.

Qiao Ying's voice was the same as his appearance, it was extremely cold and pleasant, but at the moment there was a little danger that could not be detected: "You just said, who do you admire?"

The young man in front of him still looked like a bully with a blank face, but the strength in his hand tightened a little bit, like a steel bar.

Mr. Liu tried to pull out the hand he was holding, but he didn't.

"..."

He secretly exerted his strength, his face swelled like a pig's liver, but it still didn't have any effect, the blood supply to the skin held tightly by the dead was insufficient, and a depressive blood red gradually appeared around it.

Han Xiaozhong yelled in a low voice, reprimanded: "Qiao Ying! You don't have to let go! Let go—"

Qiao Ying's eyes turned backwards. He was tall, looked down on others, and was full of momentum. The misunderstanding of weakness brought about by his appearance faded away.

He stared at Han Xiaozhong's frightened and angry expression for two seconds, then withdrew his wrist force indifferently.

Mr. Liu withdrew his hand, and the smile like Maitreya Buddha disappeared on his face, and turned gloomy, tearing his face with a fake smile.

"Han Xiaozhong, the little friend you brought here...is really young and doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere in the meeting became much quieter.

Han Xiaozhong's cursing voice sounded again, he was worried about not being too loud, and hurriedly apologized to Mr. Liu after scolding.

Qiao Ying listened without frowning, half not realizing who she just offended, or not caring.

The glass of red wine that had been poured in advance was handed over again, and it was aimed directly at his mouth, with uncompromising movements, wanting to drink it directly.

Qiao Ying looked up, the irritability that had accumulated all night was in her eyes, so faded that it was almost invisible, as if she was thinking, and finally reached out to take the glass.

The corners of Mr. Liu's mouth widened a bit, and before he could fully expand, he heard a crisp sound - the goblet shattered, and the bright red wine splashed.

The corner of Mr. Liu's mouth was completely curved, and it sank to the bottom in an instant. He opened his mouth, and a series of threatening words came out. Before he could say anything, Qiao Ying had already punched him in the face, without any hesitation——

There was chaos in the box, the screams of men and women were mixed together, and the glass was broken on the floor.

Qiao Ying, who caused all the confusion, let go, picked up the peaked cap that fell on the ground, pushed the door open under Han Xiaozhong's disbelieving gaze, and Shi Shi ran out.

Instead of going to the elevator, he went around a few times and slipped into the toilet. After making sure there was no one inside, he took a yellow card from the compartment and threw it at the door.

Leaning against the sink, Qiao Ying took off the peaked cap she had just put on, and put it aside casually. The tense facial lines suddenly loosened, and she let out a long breath.

……Cool.

Play cool, no regrets.

Whether he went to the company tomorrow and was scolded to death by Han Xiaozhong, whether he was buried in the snow for the rest of his life, or accused of breach of contract...he felt very happy, these punches were worth it.

Qiao Ying didn't have the unease and apprehension that an ordinary young artist should have after beating up the company's boss.

Instead, he curled his lips slightly, and his pupils brightened with excitement, which was fleeting.

The appearance looks very arrogant.

... Ordinary artists would not fight with the boss of the company.

Qiao Ying turned around, and there was a flat mirror in front of the sink, which was quite large, taking up half of the wall, and he happened to meet himself in the mirror.

Qiao Ying was taken aback for a moment, and the slight smile that was not a smile on the corner of her lips was suppressed again, and she returned to her original expressionless face.

After staring at it for a long time, he retracted his gaze, thinking, this face is more and more similar to his before, and the arc of the eyebrows and eyes can be said to be almost exactly the same.

[It can't be called, but it's exactly the same. 】

Someone chimed in.

The sound came suddenly, it sounded like some kind of synthesized electronic sound, it was too close, almost pressed against the ear, and it seemed to be directly in the brain.

Goosebumps all over Qiao Ying's body stood up in an instant, and he reacted quickly and turned around abruptly!

The bathroom behind him was empty, the doors of several compartments were open, and there was no one in it.

Qiao Ying's tense back subconsciously relaxed a little, and vigilance appeared in her eyes. Since no one was there, what was the sound just now, ghost hitting the wall?

[Theoretically speaking, the situation just now is generally a ghost screaming, and it has nothing to do with the ghost hitting the wall. 】

The weird voice sounded again, this time Qiao Ying heard it very clearly, it was indeed an electronic voice, the tone was flat and straightforward, with the unique magnetic sense of electronics, it sounded directly in the mind, and it didn't come from anything around.

Qiao Ying frowned tightly, countless things about ghosts rushed through his mind, and when he realized it, he felt that he was thinking too much.

Before he could put this idea aside, the voice rang for the third time.

[Below is Chuanshu System 008, which is also your personal binding system afterward. It is not a wandering ghost, you can call it whatever you want.I was supposed to follow you to the book world a long time ago, but due to a temporary system failure, my arrival was delayed. Now that the failure has been repaired, I finally found you. 】

A series of words revealed too much information, and Qiao Ying's expression turned a little weird.

Confusion, strangeness, incomprehension and boredom were all intertwined on his face, and it was wonderful for a while.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qiao Ying always felt that there was a hint of ecstasy in the electronic voice that came late and claimed to be the 008 system, and was suppressed by its calm tone.

【Host No. 7426, 008 formally greets you, and wholeheartedly provides you with the most loyal service. 】

The author has something to say: Open a new article!This time it's Wen Wen who is relatively slow =v=.

I hope that the little angels who click in will like it. Since it is June, we will give out red envelopes to six cuties who commented. (make a fist.)

Of course, it would be great if there are six cuties to comment for me.

small theater:

Qiao Ying: Hello everyone, I'm Mubi Shibaxian with a bad temper.

008: Hello everyone, I am the cheater (crossed out) Chuanshu System 008.

Qiao Ying:? ? ?