I, Sand Sculpture Shou, fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

dizziness.

He Jia clutched his forehead, his mind went blank, and felt as if his limbs were soaked in water, light and soft.

After a long time, he finally had the strength to open his eyes.

This is a bedroom, decorated very simply, even crudely, as if to show how poor the original owner was.

Opposite the bed was a mirror, and He Jia saw his own figure in it: it was still his original face, but his skin was abnormally pale due to lack of sunlight, and he was wearing a snow-white shirt that was slightly see-through.

The whole person looks very youthful, and there is a kind of...subtle allure.

"Damn," but as soon as He Jia opened his mouth, the alluring energy immediately dissipated: "I really never thought that I would be so handsome."

"Hey, can you hear me? I'm the worker who filled the hole this time."

A voice suddenly sounded in He Jia's ears, and He Jia replied that he could hear it, and the staff said: "Xiao He, your plot this time is immersive, that is, everyone in the story thinks that they are living in a real world. In the world, it is inconvenient for our staff to come forward, so this time the plot will be completed by you alone, and we will be responsible for following the whole process."

He Jia nodded. He had done this type of fast travel before and was no stranger to it.

The cheerful voice of the staff: "Your task this time is very simple. It is to heal a miserable boy."

He Jia: ...Huh?

After the staff's explanation, He Jia understood his mission this time.

It turned out that he came to a fan work this time, which was a story changed by the author's fans based on the author's original work.

The protagonist of the story is the younger brother of the original writer.

In the original book, the younger brother of the protagonist Shou is very sensible and well-behaved. While studying hard, he also has to work every day to earn money to subsidize the family. He was even hit by a car in order to save the protagonist Shou. Failed to wake up, and finally fell into a long sleep forever.

Because the author's brushstrokes are too delicate, readers feel sorry for his younger brother to the point of crying wildly, and even spontaneously set up his younger brother's fan club, writing a happy life in a parallel world for his younger brother.

The staff member said: "So your task this time is to make your brother happy, to make him happy, to play games with him, and when he feels happy, you've completed the task."

He Jia rubbed his chin: "It sounds very simple, just be an escort?"

Staff member: "... Please be careful with your words, this time we are publishing an article in Lujinjiang, nonsense words will be deleted by the high-level judge."

He Jia came to a milk tea shop in a university town according to the instructions of the staff. As soon as he approached, he immediately discovered his target this time. The reason was that it was too conspicuous.

Soft black hair, translucent white skin, handsome and youthful face, his appearance is several percentage points higher than the person next to him.

This milk tea shop opened on the side of the university town road. It is estimated that it is class time now, so there are not many customers in the shop. Seeing He Jia coming in, he greeted with a smile behind the counter: "Hello, what do you want?"

He Jia leaned on the counter in a dawdly manner: "Are you Gu Rong?"

Gu Rong was a little surprised, but still nodded.

"Your brother's name is Gu Qing?"

Keep nodding.

He Jia said "Yes" and said, "Make friends."

Gu Rong opened his mouth, reached out to grab something under the table, and put his hands on the table to He Jia's ear: "Brother, didn't someone come to collect the protection fee the day before yesterday? Why are you here again today?"

As he spoke, he pressed two hundred-yuan bills and pushed them over from the table, and said with a bit of aggrieved voice, "There aren't many left in the shop, do you see two hundred bills?"

He Jia patted the table habitually: "Two hundred?! Are you sending the beggar?"

Gu Rong asked: "Brother, how much do you think is appropriate?"

He Jia twitched the corners of his mouth, and said fiercely: "Say less than five hundred!"

Gu Rong obediently responded, and pushed three more cards over from the table. He Jia pulled them away and snorted, "That's pretty much the same!"

Gu Rong put another cup of milk tea on the table and smiled: "Brother, you can drink it on the road."

He Jia glanced at this kid appreciatively, um, if he looks good, there will be troubles, he's very good.

He picked up the milk tea and walked out, sipping milk tea while walking casually, and after walking a long way, he suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms and cursed at himself as a sb!

Damn, he committed an occupational disease!