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

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Just looking at Yan Chao's expression, Chu Luo knew that he would definitely not think it was a dream.

Still waiting to wake up from the dream.

"Stop pretending," Chu Luo looked at Yan Chao's serious look, inexplicably wanted to laugh at this sudden moment, "You have this time to act for me, why don't you think about how you always dream of me."

Although he was used to the fact that Yan Chao could dream of him, when he first heard that Yan Chao even dreamed of him turning into a piece of paper, it was really hard for him to believe that it was just a dream.

He even dreamed of his super power, what else about him is unknown to Yan Chao.

Yan Chao agreed and said yes, looked down at the thin paper figure in front of him, hooked his fingers around his paper hand, and muttered: "I'll think about it."

"I don't know when I dreamed about it, it seems like I suddenly remembered it."

"It's strange."

"It's not even like a dream, it's like I saw it with my own eyes."

The shape of Chu Luo's piece of paper remained unchanged, and he was startled for a moment when he heard the words, and asked one after another: "I saw it with my own eyes, when and where?"

"Forgot," Yan Chao paused, "I saw you become like this piece of paper, stuck it on the balcony railing, climbed the wall to play, slowly slid from the fifth or sixth floor to the ground, and became a human again. .”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but change the word he used into "seeing", and even he himself paused for two seconds when he said it.

No way.

Could it be that when Yan Chao really walked out of the book and saw him with his own eyes?

Just like he can pass through the book, it is not impossible for Yan Chao to pass through the book.

Chu Luo felt incredible.

Because in the past, this superpower had no effect on him. At best, it allowed him to slide down the balcony directly against the wall when he didn't want to take the elevator, or play through the cracks in the door.

He really enjoys doing it.

But Yan Chao has no reason to know that he is either driven by some kind of power to dream everything about him, or he walked out of a book and saw him with his own eyes but forgot.

He preferred to believe it was the latter.

Just when Chu Luo had such an idea, Yan Chao's words vaguely verified his conjecture.

"Actually, I never told you that before I dreamed of you, a strange thing happened around me."

"I was in a coma for a while, and when I woke up, I always felt that I shouldn't be in a coma, but I did wake up in the hospital and lost the memory of that time."

"After that, I started dreaming about you often, and you know what happened afterwards."

Chu Luo's body sat on the bed: "No wonder I saw that you seemed to want to say something to me, but you didn't tell me."

"Think about it carefully," Chu Luo said, "were you really in a coma during that time?"

Yan Chao understood what he meant: "Are you trying to say whether it was possible for me to go to your world during that time?"

"It's not impossible, but I can't remember."

Ok.

I don't even have the slightest memory, so it seems that there is no way.

When Yan Chao answered these questions, he looked at Chu Luo from the beginning to the end.

Seeing Chu Luo's body for the first time, even if he was subconsciously prepared, he was taken aback.

Now continue to look at Chu Luo, but the more he looks at it, the more cute he feels.

Thin and soft fingers, the appearance of sitting obediently on the bed, and the thoughtful expression are all cute.

Chu Luo was still recalling whether he had ever met Yan Chao, and just as a long memory appeared in his mind, Yan Chao's hand lightly touched his waist.

Chu Luo shrank back, even in the form of a piece of paper, she was a little ticklish: "Why are you poking me?"

"See if I can touch you now." Yan Chao was afraid that he would be easily punctured like thin paper, "The material of your paper seems to be pretty good."

Chu Luo was full of doubts, is it time to study this?

He intentionally touched Yan Chao's forehead with a piece of paper, as if to see if he had a fever: "Did you drink too much, why are you not afraid at all, don't you think my superpower is strange?"

"Yes," Yan Chao said, "but it's cute."

Yan Chao's thinking seems to be confused by the word cute.

All the things beyond reality, in his eyes, only Chu Luo is cute.

Chu Luo: "..."

Chu Luo: "Yan Chao, you are really good."

Yan Chao: "?"

Chu Luo: "Overturn my initial imagination of you."

Even with his impression of the name ZZZ subverted.

Yan Chao heard what he meant: "Because I always praise you for being cute."

Chu Luo said, "You still know?"

Yan Chao looked at Chu Luo looking up at him with a smile in his eyes.

He conjured up the picture of covering the paper boyfriend with a quilt, imagining that Chu Luo might be immobilized by the thin quilt, and couldn't move the quilt even if he kicked the paper with all his might.

Finally, he desperately asked him for help, asking him to help take the quilt away. After he reached out and threw the quilt that crushed the paper aside, he wrapped his thin paper hand around his neck.

Chu Luo saw that Yan Chao looked at him more and more with the deep meaning of fascination, without saying a word, the piece of paper grabbed the heavy quilt, waved it to Yan Chao, and used it as a hijab for him.

"Don't stare at me anymore, your eyes look like you are about to eat paper."

Facts have proved that Yan Chao underestimated the power of a piece of paper.

After Chu Luo waved the quilt like this, Yan Chao finally pulled away from the word cute, stretched out his hand to tear off the quilt and put it back on the bed, looking at Chu Luo.

He recalled what Chu Luo said tonight over and over again: "So, you turned into a small piece of paper and climbed down through the window of this room?"

"Second floor."

"so tall."

"You go on like this."

Chu Luo gave a soft ah, and raised the piece of paper to cover his face: "It is true to say that."

"It's actually quite safe."

"I'm generally able to control the timing of my changes."

Yan Chao said: "Then you can change back and show me now."

Chu Luo: "..."

Under the gaze of the other party, he tried to move his mind, but found that it didn't work at all, and said softly, "It doesn't seem to work now."

The windows were open and the wind was blowing.

Chu Luo's thin body was blown lightly by the wind, and he felt a little cold.

He took the initiative to stretch out his paper hand, wrapped it around Yan Chao's neck, and directly changed the subject: "Don't worry about this, it may be that alcohol has affected my performance, and it won't always be like this."

Yan Chao looked at him clearly full of distrust.

Ok.

Chu Luo himself felt that this was unreliable. When he first transmigrated into this world, it took him many days to successfully transform.

But even if it doesn't change now, it shouldn't matter, just wait patiently.

Chu Luo didn't want Yan Chao to pursue the question of whether it was safe to climb the wall into pieces of paper, so he said arrogantly: "Don't show this expression."

"I didn't know you well at first, and I wanted to go out and play games as an anchor without disturbing you, a protagonist in a book. What else can I do other than go out like this."

"Don't say I went down from the window on the second floor to go to the Internet cafe, even if I went up to the roof to play disco, you wouldn't be able to find it."

Roof paper bouncing disco.

The combination of contradictory words made Yan Chao look at him full of inquiry, as if he was saying "Let's take a look."

Chu Luo silently ignored his joking eyes, and was about to withdraw her hands from wrapping around his neck after speaking.

But Yan Chao was so cute by his tone of voice, he raised his hand and pressed the piece of paper on his shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around him.

"Didn't you want me to take you to my room?"

Chu Luo retorted: "It's your own thought."

Yan Chao smiled noncommittally, carefully carried the paper out of the guest room, and returned to his own room.

Fortunately, the housekeeper went to bed after delivering the hangover soup, so he wouldn't bump into them in this state.

Entering Yan Chao's room, the simple and indifferent style greeted Chu Luo.

This master bedroom is far from being as full of life as the cottage he rented, which fits Yan Chao's impression of youth, calmness and indifference.

Yan Chao put him on the bed, and thought about whether to cover him with a quilt: "Do you think the quilt is heavy?"

Chu Luo reached out to lift the quilt, covered the paper leg, tried to lift it, but found that it was not very easy to lift: "Yes."

Yan Chao said: "Then I'll get you a piece of clothing to cover."

Yan Chao deliberately found a piece of soft cloth, handed it to Chu Luo's hand, and covered him himself. Seeing that his legs were not covered after he lay down, he even tucked the corner of the clothes for him.

Ok.

Although very strange.

But it's cute.

Yan Chao turned off the light, and before lying down, he leaned over and kissed Chu Luo's face, purely because he thought he was so cute now, so he couldn't help but want to kiss.

Chu Luo was first thankful that he became a piece of paper tonight and relieved the pressure of sharing the same bed for the first time, and then regretted that he couldn't take this opportunity to catch Yan Chao by surprise.

"You can kiss a piece of paper."

Yan Chao: "Can't we kiss?"

Chu Luo's ears were red: "It's not impossible."

He closed his eyes, and lifted the clothes covering his body to his neck: "I'm just afraid that you will accidentally crush me."

Yan Chao lay beside him

Drowsiness hit him, his voice was very low, and he said jokingly: "You are already flat."

Chu Luo poked his waist with a piece of paper.

The night was dim.

Before falling asleep, Chu Luo looked at Yan Chao's handsome face, and couldn't help thinking, if he couldn't ask Yan Chao if he had seen him from a book, then he would ask himself if he had seen him earlier. Over Yan Dynasty.

He fell asleep with such doubts, playing back every word Yan Chao said to him over and over again in his mind like a movie.

And the ones who had confessed to him in the name of ZZZ in the first place.

-I dreamed of you several times, like a series.

- You should be very cute, with fair skin, not tall, and you have small canine teeth when you smile.

-I appeared in your dream, I forgot whether it was face to face or through a network cable, you taught me to play games, and you said a word to me.

- what words.

- 'Leave the back to me', you said so.

-I will be so tired of water friends?

- I don't know, maybe it's because that person is me.

In the drowsy drowsiness, Chu Luo felt that there was a thread threading these pasts and showing them in front of his eyes.

What was forgotten by him.

During the years when he lived alone in the live broadcast, it seemed that some feelings had pushed towards him and then left him.

It's too hard to recall.

He has become famous in the game live broadcasting circle, has millions of fans, and has gained the likes of many people, but he seems to be a person with nothing, no close friends, no lovers, and no family.

His life depends on the Internet, the only connection between him and everyone, and nothing else.

However, among all kinds of people, there seems to be one loyal fan who is different from others.

He once said jokingly "you can leave the back to me".