I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

After checking out, Rong Huai was empty-handed, and suddenly remembered: "Are all our bags in the door of the coach's room?"

"I'll get it," Jiang Huan said.

Coach Qiu worked hard on weekdays, not only had to accompany them to analyze and adjust the data, but also had to play rankings, so he often fell asleep with his head covered during holidays. Jiang Huan went upstairs and knocked on the door, and Coach Qiu came to answer the door after a while.

When Jiang Huan went upstairs, Rong Huai was sitting and resting in the lobby.

All of a sudden, Ai Ai opened the door, "Host, I found someone watching you secretly."

Rong Huai was wearing a mask, sitting on the sofa with his chin propped up, and didn't take it seriously: "Maybe it's a fan."

"But I think he..." Before the system finished speaking, the man suddenly rushed in from the door. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a dark figure rushing towards him. He avoided the side, and the man fell on the ground. at his feet.

There were other guests in the lobby, and the door suddenly remembered screams one after another: "My God——"

"Xiaohuai, Xiaohuai..." The man had an ordinary face, with a kind of vain and unhealthy paleness, and a sickly flush on his cheekbones.He fell hard after flying, and couldn't get up for a short time, but he still grabbed Rong Huai's leg tightly with his hands, and greedily grabbed it up: "Xiao Huai, Xiao Huai, I finally saw you, I am you Fans, I have watched your live broadcast and every game of yours..."

Rong Huai felt the man's hand crawling up his calf, which was as slippery and disgusting as a snake, and this familiar feeling instantly plunged him into many years ago.

In the dark room with no lights, he lay obediently on the table. The thin man bent down, like a huge black shadow covering him. He was full of panic, but he dared not move. He moved, letting the other party's cold dry hand like a twig caress his face.

Then he was picked up and put into the slippery and cold pool, letting the bitter water warm his mouth and nose...

Distraction is but a moment.

Rong Huai withdrew his mind, he looked at the man looking up at him with an idiot expression, his face showed disgust, he pulled off his mask and said, "Get out."

Instead of showing a hurt expression, the man threw himself on him even more frantically.

What Jiang Huan and Coach Qiu came out of the elevator saw was the scene of the man pulling Rong Huai. Jiang Huan's chest was filled with anger, his eyes were scarlet, and he rushed over and grabbed the man's hair and threw him out.

Everyone else in the lobby was stunned. The man weighing two hundred kilograms was picked up and thrown out like a chick.

"Hiss... woo..."

The man fell on the marble floor, moaning and groaning, unable to get up.

Jiang Huan hugged Rong Huai, his palms trembling slightly: "Are you okay? Did you touch anything?"

"I'm fine," Rong Huai softly comforted the restless big dog: "You came in time."

The staff in the hotel were not slow to react. Seeing the man struggling to stand up and wanting to rush up to find Ronghuai, three or four staff members jumped up and grabbed his arm, preventing him from getting any closer. The man's face was full Stupid, with a crazy expression, still struggling: "Xiao Huai, I like you the most, look at me—"

Pulling the door, the buttons of his coat were unbuttoned, revealing a shirt full of words of love, many of which were extremely unsightly.

There was even a camera that fell out of it and was crushed by Jiang Huan.Anger flashed in Jiang Huan's eyes, and the flames in his chest became more and more fierce. When Coach Qiu saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition. beast of prey.

But as soon as he stepped up, Rong Huai grabbed him: "Jiang Huan...you stay with me."

Jiang Huan stopped immediately.

"Don't pay attention to him, I want... let you accompany me."

No matter what the reason is, e-sports players can't have anything to do with beating people, otherwise Jiang Huan's e-sports career may stop here.

Rong Huai's murmured voice echoed in his ears, Jiang Huan's scarlet eyes swept across the man's neck, and finally he slowly retracted his legs.

Coach Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Rong Huai persuaded Jiang Huan, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

He looked around at the onlookers, and said quickly, "Hurry up and go back to the base, I'll take care of this matter." He had already recognized this person as the private man he had seen wandering around the gate of the base before. Cornstarch.

At this time, there were more and more people in the lobby, and someone next to him recognized Rong Huai: "Is that the little princess? And is that brother Huan?!"

"Fuck!?"

"It seems so, how could such a thing happen!"

Rong Huai didn't want to stay in the lobby for a long time, so he took Jiang Huan and called a ride back to the base.

Jiang Huan was sitting in the back seat, the bloodshot eyeballs had not faded, and Rong Huai was tightly held in his arms, sweating all over his body.

The uncle driver frequently looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror, thinking to himself: Isn't the rear seat not big enough?The two boys had to huddle together.

"Jiang Huan, let go of your hand a little bit," Rong Huai finally couldn't help saying when Jiang Huan's hug became tighter and tighter, "I'm about to lose my breath."

Jiang Huan let go of his arm suddenly: "Sorry..." He was really frightened.

Rong Huai has seen Ah Yan like this several times, he knows that Ah Yan likes to hug him when he is nervous, seeing Jiang Huan desperately restraining himself, the backs of his hands are bulging with blue veins, he slipped back into Jiang Huan's arms and rubbed against Jiang Huan His chin: "You can continue to hold me, and move gently."

A corner of Jiang Huan's heart sank: "I promise."

The uncle driver saw that they had just separated and hugged each other again: "..."

It took more than an hour to drive from the hot spring hotel to the base, passing through the most prosperous scenery in the capital, but still failed to heal Jiang Huan, he was still regretting, and murmured: "I shouldn't have mentioned his hair before, I should have cut him off directly neck."

Rong Huai smiled: "Then you sit in the police car now."

Jiang Huan also laughed.

The driver couldn't laugh: "..." What kind of people did he pull?

"If you really killed someone, and you're stuck in a trap, do you want me to wait for you for decades?" Rong Huai asked softly in Jiang Huan's ear.

Jiang Huan's attention was immediately diverted: "Aren't you waiting for me?"

The corners of Rong Huai's lips rose: "Don't wait, what I hate the most is waiting."

Jiang Huan: "..."

The car stopped at the entrance of the base, Rong Huai paid the money, and before he could thank him, the driver turned the steering wheel and left.

It's like the butt of a car is on fire.

The staff at the base opened the door for them, and they were quite surprised to see them return to the base: "The club is on vacation today, don't you guys hang out more?"

Like Gu Mian, they won't come back until midnight.

Rong Huai changed a pair of shoes at the door and said, "There is nowhere to go, can I use the kitchen?"

"It can be used, it can be used," the staff member asked curiously, "Do you want to use it?"

Rong Huai said, "I'll order a bowl of noodles."

"Today is Jiang Huan's anniversary."

Jiang Huan was still struggling with Rong Huai's decision not to wait, but when he saw that he was going to cook, he followed him into the kitchen like a tail, "Is it for me?"

Rong Huai glanced at him with a smile: "How many people here are we to celebrate?"

Jiang Huan couldn't help laughing either.

He thought again, Rong Huai made him noodles with his own hands, which is something worth showing off, and he asked Rong Huai eagerly: "Can I live broadcast?"

"Play it." Rong Huai saw through his little thoughts.

Jiang Huan didn't have a door to the live broadcast room, but logged into Rong Huai's account. As soon as he logged in, many fans flooded into the door of the room.

Fans clicked into the door of the live broadcast room, and just as the little princess was about to call out, they didn't expect Jiang Huan's sharp-edged face to meet their eyes:

"Did I enter the wrong door?"

"Brother Huan, Brother Huan!!"

"No, why did Brother Huan open the live account of the little princess today?"

"Brother Huan, where's the little princess?"

Jiang Huan seldom pays attention to the barrage, just like he never checks Weibo or pays attention to the comments. He finds these barrages interesting, and raises his eyebrows: "Rong Huai is below me."

"The little princess cooks herself? Today is Brother Huan's debut anniversary!"

"Happy Brother Huan's Anniversary Day! Woohoo, I can finally celebrate with Brother Huan!"

"Brother Zhu Huan is getting handsomer and better every year, and he will never retire!"

"Mian means long and long, does it also mean that the little princess wants to play with Brother Huan for a long time?"

……

All of Jiang Huan's fans in Chaohua came over, and all kinds of gifts at the door made the door of the live broadcast room slightly stuck.

Jiang Huan didn't care much about these blessing gifts, what he wanted to show off was Rong Huai.

So he turned the lens manually, and as soon as the lens turned, Rong Huai was in the mirror.

He was slicing bacon slices, and the knife was steady and fast. The crystal clear slices of meat were thin and transparent, with an extremely uniform thickness.The chef in charge of the spoon was stunned. He has been in the business for so many years, and he has never seen such a steady hand, such a fast knife, and such an even knife. It is estimated that his master would not be able to do it.

The system was also dumbfounded: "Host...you can cook?"

"After all, I've seen it a lot, and it's the first time to get started," Rong Huai said without raising his head, "Besides, the stronger the mental power, the stronger the control over the body, you also know that, don't you?"

The system also thinks about it, "Then what is the host going to do?"

Rong Huai said: "Scallion noodles with bacon. Ah Yan used to like it more. He also tried his own bacon but failed, so I don't know if his taste has changed now."

The system patted its chest and said, "He must like everything you do."

The live broadcast shot flashed by Rong Huai, and the fans watched it in its entirety, not particularly clearly, but Rong Huai was also surprised.

"Is this the hand of an e-sports player? It's so steady."

"Shocked my mother, are all e-sports players involved in the chef circle now?"

"It's really stable, but I still want to say that I can lick these hands for a lifetime."

"Ahhh, I've wanted to say it a long time ago, the little princess's hand is simply the ideal of a human door controlled by hand!"

"I'm smart enough to turn on the screenshot mode."

At first the barrage was all boasting about Ronghuai, Jiang Huan didn't feel anything when he watched it, until the building gradually crooked, he was licking Ronghuai's hand shape, he frowned fiercely, and turned the camera back abruptly.

Many people were just about to start taking screenshots, so the bullet screen was instantly flooded with question marks: "I was planning to take a screenshot, why did Brother Huan turn the camera around?"

It's not because I feel uncomfortable seeing these licking words.

Jiang Huan crossed his arms and found an excuse bluntly: "In case you bother him."

It’s okay not to find this reason, but there are more question marks on the bullet screen: “How can we take screenshots and affect the little princess through the screen?”

The fans feel extremely wronged.

I'm going to be wronged like a puffer fish.

Jiang Huan didn't bother to pay attention to them. If he didn't want to appear guilty, he would have closed the door of the live broadcast room now.

Now Rong Huai has an extremely impressive number of fans, and there are also quite a few rich fans. In order to make Jiang Huan turn the camera over, he tried his best to collect gifts in the direct room.

A large piece of fireworks exploded in the barrage: "Brother Huan, please do me a favor, turn the screen!"

Jiang Huan was unmoved at all, sitting on the sofa with arms folded and legs crossed, watching the familiar backs in the kitchen busy, feeling very satisfied.

In addition to Rong Huai's fans, Jiang Huan also has a lot of fans in the live broadcast room, "This is the first anniversary of Brother Huan's anniversary, so why don't you talk to us?"

"Tell me?" Jiang Huan raised the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about? Why are there always so many people wanting to fart?"

There is a hint of sourness in one sentence.

When the door of the live broadcast room was filled with question marks for the third time, Rong Huai walked over with his face upright, but suddenly a sharp-eyed person noticed a deep red mark on Jiang Huan's finger bone.

"Damn it, did you notice that on Brother Huan's fingerbone..."

"noticed!"

"Looks like tooth marks?",