The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Sang Huaiqi's face gradually turned red in the camera at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He started to tie knots again: "Do...what?"

Shen Siyang drew the curtain behind him and walked into the room.

The heating has been fully installed throughout the house.

Shen Siyang went to the bedside and sat down, found a place to plug in his phone.

Let the phone be able to capture his whole body not too far away, and he said while taking off his coat: "I helped you last time, so you have to help me this time."

Shen Siyang wore a goose yellow sweater of the same color as his down jacket.

The sweater was paired with a light-colored shirt.

His skin is fair and he can wear any clothes.

The goose-yellow soft sweater made him look like a little duck covered with goose-yellow soft down, and he looked very warm.

The button is just at the collarbone, and the slightly red collarbone appears and disappears with the fluctuation of breathing.

Sang Huaiqi pursed his lips tighter and tighter.

After holding back for a long time, he finally said, "You're not wearing autumn clothes."

Shen Siyang didn't realize it all of a sudden, he was stunned for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you sure you want to focus on this now?"

Sang Huaiqi blushed and explained: "The temperature is low today. Is this how you dress when you go out from the apartment?"

Shen Siyang nodded, and leaned towards the camera with a drunken face: "I don't have a cold, I don't have a cough, do you want to teach me a lesson?"

Sang Huaiqi listened to the boy's voice suddenly amplified on the phone, his eyelashes trembled twice: "When did I teach you a lesson?"

His eyes fell on Shen Siyang's watery eyes for a while, and he finally said, "Do you... have a need?"

Shen Siyang laughed softly: "I, a 23-year-old young man who is very healthy in all aspects, can't I have it?"

Sang Huaiqi responded warmly: "It can be."

Ying Wan paused for a while, then he said again: "But I'm not by your side now, how can I help you?"

Shen Siyang and Sang Huaiqi on the other side of the camera looked at each other for a while, but did not answer this question, but sat back in their original positions and took off their pants.

Almost at the same time, Sang Huaiqi's voice sounded on the phone: "I'm not wearing long johns either."

Shen Si Yang laughed: "Sang Huaiqi."

Before Shen Siyang lost his temper, Sang Huaiqi hurriedly added the last sentence: "In the future, you must wear it when the temperature is low, otherwise you will be prone to pain when you get older."

After finishing it, he hurriedly told Shen Si Yang Shunmao: "Let's not talk about this topic, let's continue."

Shen Siyang was not happy anymore, and insisted on confronting him when he felt overwhelmed: "Have you worn it yet?"

"Worn."

Sang suspected that he pulled off his sleeves, and then rolled up his trousers, showing them to Shen Siyang one by one.

Shen Siyang had nothing to say and could only stare at him.

Sang Huaiqi smiled slowly, and changed the subject softly: "Have you been drinking?"

Shen Siyang looked at him indifferently: "How did you tell?"

Sang Huaiqi replied with a warm smile: "My face is very red."

The sound is also very soft.

Only when Shen Siyang drank wine would his voice be as soft as glutinous rice balls.

Sang Huaiqi did not dare to say this, for fear that Shen Siyang would be in a hurry with him.

Shen Siyang stared at the person on the phone screen for a long time, then suddenly sat up and took off the sweater on his body, then took back the phone stuck on the table, lay down on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and rolled into a comfortable position.

Sang Huaiqi watched Shen Siyang's series of movements, and asked in a daze, "Why did you lie down?"

Shen Siyang drooped his eyelids, and said lazily: "The Battle of Qiuyi drained the last battery of my battery, I'm out of battery, I'm too lazy to move."

Sang Huaiqi laughed slowly, the laughter was gentle and soothing: "Then what should I do?"

Shen Siyang buried his face in the pillow: "Make it up next time."

Sang Huai Qi responded with a warm smile.

After answering, seeing Shen Siyang's upper and lower eyelids fighting fiercely, he lowered his voice: "Are you going to sleep?"

It took a while for the person buried in the pillow to respond, and shook his head slightly.

After a while after shaking, Shen Siyang opened his eyes and looked at the person on the screen again.

Looking at it, he suddenly laughed softly: "Your face is also very red, have you been drinking too?"

Sang Huaiqi on the screen lowered his head slightly.

He didn't respond right away, and seemed to be carefully looking at himself in the phone.

After looking carefully for a while, he shook his head and responded, "I didn't drink."

The smile in Shen Siyang's eyes deepened, and he deliberately asked: "Why are you redder than me when you don't drink?"

Sang Huaiqi didn't respond this time, but just looked at Shen Siyang fixedly.

The gentle and deep gaze penetrated through the screen and reached Shen Siyang's eyes without any hindrance.

Shen Siyang suddenly felt that the heating in the room was too high.

He glanced at the remote control on the table.

Too far, too lazy to go far enough.

He simply pushed back the quilt a little.

Feeling a little better, he looked at Sang Huaiqi on the screen again.

Shen Siyang folded his hands under his face, and said softly: "Sang Huaiqi, what I drink tonight is red bayberry wine, which is not as good as the one you gave me last time."

Sang Huaiqi responded subconsciously: "When you want me to go back, can I bring you some more?"

Shen Siyang chuckled lightly, but did not respond to the question.

He quietly watched the young man on the screen.

The hair is longer than the last time we saw each other.

The curly soft black hair hangs around the young man's eyes, giving those beautiful eyes a softness.

The red down jacket set off that beautiful face more and more brightly, so brightly that it no longer looks like jasmine, but like a fiery red rose.

Shen Siyang pursed his lips and tasted the residual bayberry wine on his lips.

The taste recalled the memory, his throat moved slightly, and finally he asked the question that lingered in his mind all night: "Which side of my face did you accidentally kiss that night?"

Sang Huaiqi was caught off guard by this sudden question.

The face that had just dropped a little temperature started to smoke again, and even the camera shook several times.

Kankan stabilized the camera again, his eyelashes trembling and he replied softly: "The right side."

Shen Siyang chuckled and continued to ask, "How did you get there?"

Sang Huaiqi stammered: "After you finished speaking, you suddenly fell asleep and fell down. I'm afraid you'll hit your head."

"How long have you been kissing?"

Sang Huaiqi nervously explained: "I got up immediately when I met me, and didn't stay long."

Shen Siyang half closed his eyes, and after a short thought, he asked again: "Do you want to stay longer?"

Sang Huaiqi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't answer this question for a long time.

The way he looked at Shen Siyang gradually became serious.

After staring intently and intently for a long time, he finally shook his head.

Shen Siyang raised his eyelids and looked at him softly again: "I don't want to, or shouldn't I?"

Sang Huaiqi's breathing gradually slowed down.

He slowly sank into Shen Siyang's soft eyes, and once again opened a corner of his heart: "It shouldn't be."

Shen Siyang stared at him, his eyes became softer.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said again: "At that time, it wasn't that I didn't like you, but I didn't know that I liked you."

Pausing for a moment, he looked at Sang Huaiqi again: "So Sang Huaiqi, it should be."

The person on the other side of the camera froze for a moment.

Sang Huaiqi stared fixedly at Shen Siyang, not even breathing up and down for a long time.

Until Shen Siyang said: "Sang Huaiqi, breathe."

Sang Huaiqi, like a newly rescued drowning person, took a deep breath of fresh air with Shen Siyang's permission.

Her pretty face gradually turned red, and after a long time, she suddenly lowered her head unbearably.

Seeing that his reaction was too intense, Shen Siyang asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

It took a long time for the person with his head buried in his head to respond muffledly: "I want to hug you."

Shen Siyang was stunned for a moment when he heard this answer, and smiled instantly after realizing it: "Okay, when we meet, I will hug you."

From the ears to the neck of the person on the screen, the naked eye can see another two degrees of redness.

After a long silence, Sang Huaiqi finally raised his head.

Seeing that Shen Siyang on the other side of the phone started to fight with his upper and lower eyelids again, he made his voice extremely soft: "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, we will continue talking tomorrow."

Shen Siyang was really sleepy.

He moaned and hawed twice, then fell silent again.

There was a silence in the room.

After a while, Shen Siyang's voice sounded again: "Sang Huaiqi, talk to me again."

Sang Huaiqi asked warmly, "What do you want to say?"

Shen Siyang stuffed his face deeper into the pillow: "It's all fine."

Sang Huaiqi thought for a moment: "When are you going back to City A?"

"Hmm..." Shen Siyang thought about it slowly, "The fifth day of the lunar new year."

"Go to work on the seventh day?"

"Ah."

"Have you bought your plane ticket yet?"

"bought it."

"Do you have much to bring back?"

"not much."

The voice of the conversation became softer and quieter until it was completely quiet.

Sang Huaiqi listened to Shen Siyang's gradually shallow breathing on the phone, and stared at the person on the screen with deep eyes.

Only charge the phone, turn off the light and lie down until the low battery prompt appears on the phone.

-

Shen Siyang braved the cold wind and rushed into the apartment building.

He took off the hat on his head and answered Shen Shiwu on the phone: "We're here, we're in the building."

Shen Shiwu's voice came from the mobile phone: "It's getting dark, I don't know if your takeaway is available, what if you can't eat?"

Shen Siyang walked into the elevator: "Dad, I'm 23, not three years old. I can't starve your son to death. Even if I can't order takeaway, I still have a few bags of dried noodles in the refrigerator."

As soon as Shen Siyang's voice fell, she heard Yuan Linfei's sympathetic words on the phone.

The elevator reached the floor, and Shen Siyang walked out.

After the meal, Shen Shiwu said: "Okay, okay, I know you won't die of hunger, so I won't delay you ordering takeaway, just hang up."

Shen Siyang took out the key and opened the door.

Just as he was about to say yes, when the door opened he suddenly smelled the aroma of rice, and he froze for a moment.

The glass door to the balcony was foggy.

After the mist, a figure Shen Siyang was very familiar with was lifting the lid of the pot.

Shen Siyang stayed where he was for a while, and was completely used to his heart beating uncontrollably from time to time.

Until Shen Shiwu's voice rang again on the phone: "Hello? Son? Why is there no sound? Did I hang up?"

Shen Siyang came back to his senses and smiled: "There's no need to order takeaway."

Shen Shiwu replied subconsciously: "What? Don't you have dinner? You still have to eat three meals on time."

Shen Siyang entered the house and closed the door: "It's not that I don't want to eat, it's that Mr. Snail has appeared at home."

"What Mr. Snail?"

Shen Siyang didn't explain much: "I'm home, hang up, you can eat your dinner at ease, don't worry about me."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and put the bag on the sofa lightly.

Then he deliberately walked to the side of the laundry room and opened the glass door, then opened the curtain from the laundry room and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing that Sang Huaiqi didn't notice his arrival at all, he stalked behind Sang Huaiqi, and then jumped straight onto Sang Huaiqi's back.

The person holding the lid felt the weight on his back, put the lid back on the pot in an instant, and raised his hand to support the person on his back.

Shen Siyang leaned against his ear and smiled: "When did you arrive?"

Sang Huaiqi turned off the fire and carried Shen Siyang out of the kitchen: "Morning."

Shen Siyang strangled his neck: "Don't reveal any rumors, classmate Sang Huaiqi."

Sang Huaiqi smiled warmly: "I want to give you a surprise."

Shen Si Yang Le said: "In case of fright, the one holding you down now is the police uncle."

Sang Huaiqi smiled and carried him back on the sofa to put him down, then squatted in front of him, looked up at him quietly.

Shen Siyang was taken aback by him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Sang Huaiqi reminded him warmly: "Hug."

Shen Siyang reacted instantly, smiled immediately, and opened his hand to him.

Sang Huaiqi suddenly got up and hugged him.

The hug wasn't too tight, but it made Shen Siyang feel like his soul was embedded in Sang Huaiqi's body.

A cramped loveseat, a warm one-bedroom cabin.

Sang Huai Qi is like a dandelion drifting with the wind. After years of hard work, it finally found its ideal root.

After hugging for more than ten minutes, thinking that the dishes in the pot would be cold, he reluctantly let Shen Siyang go.

After letting go of the person completely, he stood up and said, "Do you want to take a shower first? There is also a dish."

Shen Siyang stopped him: "You don't need to cook a lot."

"Not many, three."

Shen Siyang didn't let go: "You have to transfer all day to City A, aren't you tired?"

Sang Huaiqi shook his head: "I took a nap this afternoon."

When Shen Siyang heard this, he got up and said, "Okay, I want to take a shower, the plane is so boring."

After speaking, he rummaged through the bag and found the pajamas.

He was about to go to the bathroom with his pajamas, but he stopped suddenly and approached Sang Huaiqi again.

Sang Huaiqi showed doubts on his face: "What's wrong?"

Shen Siyang raised his hand and lifted his clothes.

Sang Huaiqi was stunned.

As soon as her cheeks turned red, Shen Siyang pointed to the innermost autumn clothes and said, "Autumn clothes."

After pointing, he bent down to roll up his trousers, then pointed at the long johns and said to Sang Huaiqi, "Long trousers."

Putting back the rolled trousers, Shen Siyang straightened up, looked at Sang Huaiqi and raised his eyebrows.

Sang Huaiqi came to his senses and couldn't help laughing, "That's great."

Shen Siyang was satisfied, so she carried her pajamas and went back to the bathroom.

After he took a shower, Sang Huaiqi had just finished frying the last dish.

Shen Siyang wiped his hair and walked to the coffee table to sit down.

There is a laptop on the coffee table, and the computer screen is on.

The interface displays an email that was sent within an hour.

Shen Siyang was planning to temporarily move the computer away so that it would be convenient for him to put food on the table. After scanning the recipients on the email, he froze for a moment.

Recipients' nicknames are prefixed with their company short name.

The name Shen Siyang is no stranger, he is the general manager of their development department.

Seeing the title of the email, he subconsciously called out: "Holographic imitation game creative solicitation contest?"

Sang Huaiqi happened to walk out with the dishes.

Hearing Shen Siyang's voice, he responded, "Your company announced the game a month ago."

Seeing Shen Siyang's puzzled face, he asked softly, "You don't know?"

Shen Siyang shook his head.

He glanced at the recruitment conditions: "For the whole country, the prize for No.1 is as high as [-], including the project share. Such a big project is a big project."

Sang Huaiqi nodded: "Holographic virtual games are a major market trend. As a leader in the game industry, your company should focus on developing in this direction in the next few years."

Shen Siyang fell into a brief silence.

What Sang Huaiqi said was correct.

But logically speaking, Shen Siyang has no reason to be completely ignorant of such a big project.

It's fine if you don't know about it in this world. After all, the competition has only been open for a month, but in the real world, he doesn't have the slightest impression of this competition.

His career path went very smoothly, and he was already a senior engineer of the company before the accident.

He participated in several relatively large-scale development projects of the development team.

So it stands to reason that it is impossible for him to be ignorant of such a large project.

Unless the competition died for some reason in the early stages of the competition.

Shen Siyang was thinking so, and his eyes suddenly swept across the sender's nickname.

Q.

It's the same nickname as Sang Huai Qi wx.

no problem.

However, at this moment, several very fragmentary images flashed in Shen Siyang's mind.

Company meeting room.

The leader's voice.

[This Mr. Q is the first entry submitted half a year ago. It is a fairly standard monster-fighting and upgrade-streaming holographic imitation game, with angels and demons as the protagonists. The difficulty design and level plot design are relatively good, but it is not outstanding. Originally, it was rated as third class at most. 】

Shen Siyang scanned the contents of Sang Huaiqi's email.

Capture the keywords of "angel" and "demon".

The group leader's voice sounded in his head again.

[But half a month ago, he re-submitted for a brand new idea...]

Shen Siyang only heard half of it, and the following words suddenly became blurred and distorted.

As if he touched some kind of taboo, an invisible force forcibly stopped his memory before he touched the taboo.

Shen Siyang frowned unconsciously.

He tried to recall it artificially, but the fragmented memories that flashed just now were like sinking into the deep sea, and he couldn't salvage them no matter what.

Shen Siyang frowned more and more until he felt his forehead being caressed.

Sang Huaiqi's worried voice sounded: "Is there any discomfort?"

Shen Siyang came back to his senses abruptly, and looked at the person who was close at hand.

He subconsciously raised his hand to grab Sang Huaiqi's hand that was pressed against his forehead.

Feel the warm truth in the palm of your hand.

After a long time, he shook his head: "It's okay."