Blame me for being a high-end player [Transmigration Book]

When Chu Luo saw the word Yan Chao displayed on the phone, he wanted to hang up the phone, and there was nothing good that he could think of.

But no, if he hangs up the phone and annoys Yan Chao, maybe he will regret it and refuse to let him move out.

He secretly endured the pain, thinking that when it was not good for Yan Chao to make a phone call, why did he want to call at such a time to cause trouble for him.

If he had known that Guangming went out, he would be urged to go home by Yan Chao's phone call, so he would not have gone out through the main entrance of Yan's house.

Wouldn't it be better to lock the door as usual and use the super power of trash to climb out of the wall?

He took a deep breath, tried to make his voice sound the same as usual, pressed the answer button, and answered the call: "Hello?"

Yan Chao on the other end of the phone seemed to be opening the car door. After hearing his first opening, he paused for breath, and said in a low voice, "Chu Luo, where are you?"

Chu Luo leaned against the graffiti wall on the side of the road, his face turned blue from the pain, and lied, "My friend's house is downstairs."

"I'll pick you up," Yan Chao tried his best to make his voice sound calm, and then sneered after saying this sentence, "If you don't go home so late, I thought you didn't plan to go back, even half a month I can't wait any longer."

Chu Luo frowned irritably, glanced down at the time on the phone, the pain made his brain slow down: "It's only seven o'clock, is it late?"

Yan Chao's attitude towards him suddenly improved yesterday, why is it as if he had taken gunpowder today? What's the matter with this man.

In order not to reveal the fact that his stomach hurts, he lowered his voice extremely softly, thinking that in this way Yan Chao would not be able to hear that he was enduring the pain.

Yan Chao heard his pain so much that his voice was so low that he didn't care about his rebuttal, and didn't even want to make up a better reason: "If I say it's late, it's too late."

"Where are you, I will drive to pick you up."

"Take you back on the way."

He only said the next sentence every once in a while, and at the end he seemed to mute the phone for two seconds before turning it back on.

"No need," Chu Luo still refused, and lied to him again, "I ordered a car, and the car has arrived."

As if judging the authenticity of his words, the other party kept quiet for a few seconds before mercifully saying that he would hang up.

Chu Luo glanced at the hung up phone, and didn't know the meaning of Yan Chao's call. He didn't have someone to eat with him when he went home.

He stood up slowly, and called the driver on the mobile phone software for 10 minutes and hadn't made it to this road yet.

The driver had a strong accent: "Hey - where are you, why can't my navigation guide you to the place you are positioned?"

Chu Luo raised his head and reported the nearby buildings with obvious signs.

At the end, he added: "I've been standing here waiting for a long time, please come here as soon as possible."

The driver complained: "I can't go fast, I don't know where you are, alas, there are so many traffic lights on this road, I have turned here twice!"

Hearing that the other party had lost the patience to drive, Chu Luo didn't have the energy to argue with him, and could only keep an eye on the license plate numbers of every car passing in front of him.

After half a minute of silence on the phone, the driver rushed to the car in front and honked the horn, and said helplessly, "Why don't I cancel the order and order a new car!"

Chu Luo had no emotion on his face, and didn't know what to do about it.

He suddenly felt that he might as well have promised Yan Chao to pick him up.

His upper abdomen hurts too much now, his throat feels nauseous, his hands and feet feel cold after standing for a long time, and his fingers holding the phone are trembling and weak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the driver thought the passenger was losing his temper, so he said preemptively, "Say it, what can I do? I've driven around this road twice, but I still can't find you. What can I do?"

Chu Luo: "Okay."

Chu Luo: "Cancel it."

After hanging up the phone, the order on the phone immediately showed that it had been cancelled.

Chu Luo's finger landed on the screen, wanting to call a car again, but at the same time, the news of ZZZ popped up from the owl live broadcast.

【ZZZ: Are you in the car yet】

【Chu Luo: No】

[Chu Luo: I waited for a car for 10 minutes, but the driver couldn't find me, so he called me to cancel the order]

【Chu Luo: I'm going to order another one now】

[Chu Luo: I feel dizzy from the pain, it may be acute gastroenteritis T^T]

Chu Luo clenched the phone with five fingers, typed every word, and tried to use cute emoji at the end, trying to make ZZZ not so worried.

Rarely does he really play with emoji like this.

【ZZZ: Locate to the hospital】

【Chu Luo: Well】

[Chu Luo: I will take a taxi to the hospital this time]

【Chu Luo: You don't have to worry about me】

【Chu Luo: Anyway, it will be fine in the end】

【Chu Luo: Stay up all night and pass】

Chu Luo has this kind of Buddhist mentality for many things. Anyway, there will be a predetermined result in the end, and it doesn't matter what the process is.

——It’s like he transmigrated into a book, not into a suspense novel that is dead at any time, but into a Tanmei novel with a simple story.

Anyway, as long as he thinks, he will get rid of the plot of the original book in the end, so even if he is stared at by Yan Chao, he doesn't feel much in his heart.

Now he is not feeling well, but it will pass tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he can bear the pain no matter how painful it is.

Afraid that the chat would waste more time, Chu Luo put the chat with ZZZ behind, stretched out his finger and exited the owl live broadcast software, entered the destination on the taxi platform, and wanted to continue calling a taxi.

But when his finger rested on the "confirm call" button, he hesitated again.

In the end, the slender fingers slid up, put away the software, and moved the target to the call record.

Since someone is willing to pick him up, let him pick him up. If he says this place is his friend's house, Yan Chao should not be suspicious.

"beep--"

Chu Luo called Yan Chao back.

Yan Chao quickly accepted.

Chu Luo said, "Are you still free to pick me up now?"

Yan Chao asked, "Where is it?"

Chu Luo said: "The main entrance of Century Guangyang Community."

Yan Chao calmly agreed: "Yes, wait for me by the side of the road."

Yan Chao's voice was still very low, which made Chu Luo suspect that he had developed opinions on himself after being rejected by him on the last phone call - you ignored me 2 minutes ago, and now I am letting you down.

Well, where there is an opinion, there is an opinion.

His stomach hurts like this now, and he has to beg Yan Chao to take him to the hospital later.

Chu Luo relaxed his grip on the phone, grabbed the silver chain around his neck with his fingers, and silently said in his heart: Chu Luo would like to lose points next week, and Yan Chao would be a mute tonight.

Yan Chao came very quickly, and within 5 minutes of hanging up the phone, his car appeared in front of Chu Luo, completely beyond Chu Luo's expectation.

Chu Luo froze for a moment, then glanced over.

He didn't stand up straight until he confirmed that it was Yan Chao's car in two seconds and walked over.

He opened the car door, got into the back seat of the car, and got next to Yan Chao: "I haven't been on the phone for a long time, why did you come here so soon?"

In the blurred darkness, Yan Chao looked at him from the corner of his eye: "I happened to be working nearby."

During this period of time, the temperature in Jin City was erratic. Chu Luo was wearing a short T-shirt yesterday, but today he was wearing the thin sweater he was wearing.

He buried his whole body in the leather seat, his waist tightened and curled up patiently, with one hand resting on his waist and the other hand holding a poor mobile phone, and he didn't ask for discomfort until the car started. About going to the hospital.

Yan Chao had already told Tan Yu, who was driving ahead, that he would go directly to the hospital after receiving Chu Luo.

But what he thought was that Chu Luo would take the initiative to ask him to go to the hospital as soon as he got in the car, instead of sitting here silently for a long time like now, obediently waiting for them to drive home.

If Chu Luo didn't take the initiative to say, what reason would he have to send him to the hospital.

Yan Chao finally found out that he had a ten-meter-thick filter on Chu Luo, and almost forgot that Chu Luo was only 19 years old, and his words were not very reliable before.

——Based on ZZZ's understanding of Chu Luo, it is very likely that this boy jumped from "maybe acute gastroenteritis T^T" to "maybe it's not _(:з"∠)_".

He had no choice but to ask Chu Luo, "Did you play at your friend's house all day today?"

Chu Luo said "um", he didn't say much to Yan Chao, and most of the few words he said were lies.

Yan Chao seemed to pay little attention to other people's privacy, paused, and asked one more question: "Which friend?"

Chu Luo turned his face sideways, not wanting to say, "You don't know him."

Yan Chao: "Then have you had dinner?"

Chu Luo: "I've eaten."

The little silver chain failed to make him fulfill his wish.

Not only did Yan Chao not become dumb tonight, he also talked more than usual.

Yan Chao said again: "What do you eat?"

Chu Luo had a feeling of being forced to speak by him.

He didn't want to answer at all, but because of this, he felt Yan Chao's eyes on him, so he had to tell Yan Chao: "I ate Malatang."

Yan Chao seems to have found a way to tease him tonight, asking two or three sentences is not enough, he still has to ask: "What's in Malatang?"

Chu Luo didn't want to talk anymore, and quickly combined a bunch of words into one sentence.

"There are delicious beef balls, quail eggs, crab sticks, lotus root slices, potato chips, water spinach and tofu skewers in Malatang. After eating, I went to the supermarket to buy potato chips with Italian rich red stew flavor and sizzling squid flavor, as well as some biscuit bread. Snacks—what else do you ask?"

Yan Chao glanced at him.

Two words popped up in Chu Luo's mind, it's difficult.

Before that, in order not to cause conflicts with Yan Chao, he had never spoken to Yan Chao in this tone no matter how hard he confronted him.

He was afraid that Yan Chao would create resistance to his move.

As a result, now, Yan Chao kept asking questions about irrelevant matters, directly puncturing his good temper that he had pretended to be.

At this moment, Chu Luo seemed to have a sniper in his heart, and when he fired a gun, he asked a soul question.

Why did Yan Chao ask so much nonsense?

Is there voyeurism?

How about putting a tracker on him?

Bang bang bang three shots, Youhaveslainamarks.man, how good the player Luoshen was today and successfully killed the player Yan Chao.

Chu Luo finished his brainwork by himself, raised his hand and covered his head with a hoodie, not wanting to deal with the consequences of provoking Yan Chao.

He was holding the sweater hat in front of him with one hand to cover his eyes, while the other hand was still on his lower abdomen, his lips moved slightly, his breathing was a little heavier than before, and his whole portrait was hidden under the mushroom umbrella.

I was sulking.

Greatly hurt.

Yan Chao fell silent, and didn't ask any more questions for a while.

He might really not know how to make Chu Luo take the initiative to say the five words "send me to the hospital" without revealing ZZZ's identity.

He actually thought that if he asked a few more words, Chu Luo would open up the chatterbox and step down the steps he handed out.

He completely forgot how bad Chu Luo's impression of Yan Chao was, and he believed that his speech was cold, and if he looked at his pajamas more, he didn't like the clothes he was wearing.

It is even more impossible to be willing to show him the sick and vulnerable side.

Since Yan Chao knew that he was suffering from severe stomach pain, it was impossible for him to let him go home and lie down to get over it.

But Chu Luo just didn't speak.

The boy let go of his grip on the hoodie, picked up the phone and typed on the nine keys.

Yan Chao suspected that he was typing ZZZ.

Usually chatting with ZZZ is so easy.

Yan Chao took out his mobile phone calmly, and the back of the phone was facing Chu Luo, wanting to see what Chu Luo was thinking right now.

But in the next second, as soon as he clicked into the interface of the owl live broadcast software, he caught a glimpse of the little red dot, and heard the person on the opposite side finally willing to tell him the truth: "Mr. Yan, after eating Mala Tang tonight, I feel a little sick to my stomach. Comfortable, can you take me to the hospital, or drop me here and let me take a taxi by myself?"

Yan Chao is undoubtedly a very calm person.

He closed the message interface that he hadn't had time to read, and decided to reply when he got to the hospital.

"Then go to the hospital."

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-03-1100:15:41~2022-03-1201:40:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 left pupil acridine;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Huangji; 1 bottle of Guan Mudong, Mo Xuanying, and Shelly;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!