The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

wish?

Fu Mingzhi didn't think about it, but he was going to write two high-sounding words as usual.He is not used to expecting what he will get, he only thinks about what he can do.

Fu Mingzhi thought for a while, then simply said: "Pick the stars."

He has nothing to say.But Fu Mingzhi would rather talk about an absurd and naive childhood daydream than say a few fake and empty formulas to perfuse Zhou Qi.

Reaching for the stars was Fu Mingzhi's dream when he was in elementary school. At that time, Wu Lan often came back drunk late at night and pushed him out of the door.Fu Mingzhi was young, had nowhere to go and nothing to do, so he just sat on the public seat downstairs and watched the stars.

The vast and desolate night sky makes everything that happens in reality seem insignificant.

But Fu Mingzhi predicted that with Zhou Qi's personality, he would definitely be laughed at by Zhou Qi when he said he wanted to "pick the stars".

——But it doesn't matter, anyway, Zhou Qi didn't like him in the first place.

Sure enough, Zhou Qi opened his eyes and looked at Fu Mingzhi in amazement for a long time, and then he couldn't believe it: "Why are you so childish?"

Fu Mingzhi ignored him.

Wang Bagong said that he wanted to pluck the stars, and such a thing as "picking the stars" didn't really fit Fu Mingzhi's dog-like personality.

With Fu Mingzhi's high standards and high demands, Zhou Qi thought that his wish must be grand ambitions and a bright future, and no one would wait to lick him wherever he went in the future.

The torrential rain fell for three to five minutes, then gradually weakened, the sound of the rain gradually died down, and the bean-sized raindrops gradually turned into thread-like raindrops, scraping people's faces lightly and lightly.

Zhou Qi was drenched all over, and he saw that Fu Mingzhi was not much better than him.Pulling the wet shirt that was sticking to his body, Zhou Qi looked at himself and Fu Mingzhi at the same time: "You're wet."

Fu Mingzhi remained expressionless: "Shut up."

"No, don't think about anything else," Zhou Qi explained to himself with a smile, "I mean your clothes are soaked." He pretended to be ashamed, and stretched out an index finger to point at Fu Mingzhi's chest viciously, " Look, the clothes on your body are almost transparent, little classmate, why are you acting like a hooligan?"

Zhou Qi poked neither lightly nor hard, he didn't poke at the key points, he was just teasing him - this kind of teasing made Fu Mingzhi froze unnaturally, gave Zhou Qi a cold look, quickened his pace and walked to the front up.

The first grader was annoyed by this.

But compared to being annoyed by Zhou Qi's teasing, he was more annoyed by his oversensitivity to Zhou Qi's touch.

At the bottom of the old banyan tree at the entrance of the cafeteria, the branches and leaves of the banyan tree are dense and dense, and the thin and slanting raindrops blow into the branches and leaves, and most of them are reduced. After a few minutes of heavy rain, the roots of the banyan tree still have half-dried soil.

Zhou Qi counted, there were five banyan trees in total.

Many wish cards from previous years have been hung on the trunk.

Zhou Qi patted the sturdy tree trunk, tiptoed to look at the wooden signs that had been hung up in previous years, and turned over a few of them, which were nothing more than "I wish the family peace and joy", "Youth is not old, we will not leave", "The college entrance examination goes well, the title of the gold list" A positive but unremarkable brand.

He turned around and asked, "You haven't written it yet, have you? You want to..." Zhou Qi smiled, "Will you write a sign to pick up the stars and put it up?"

Fu Mingzhi was a little unnatural when he heard Zhou Qi's words. Zhou Qi's words like "picking the stars" were very naive—even if they were actually naive.

But on Fu Mingzhi's face, he couldn't see the unnaturalness in his heart, he said coldly: "No need, there are extra empty cards, do you want to write one?"

"Okay," Zhou Qi responded quickly, went to Fu Mingzhi's side, and took the empty sign from his hand, "Do you have a pen?"

The red rope passed through the wooden hole was hung on Fu Mingzhi's fingers. Zhou Qi slapped and pulled Fu Mingzhi's fingers to the left and then to the right. The force was very light. From time to time, his thumb slid across the palm of Fu Mingzhi's palm, as if he was deliberately teasing——

In the eyes of those who have secrets in their hearts, unintentional behavior can also look like deliberate behavior.

The unnaturalness that annoyed Fu Mingzhi became more serious.

He raised his hand to prevent Zhou Qi from touching him again, and said bluntly, "I'm here to look for you, don't move."

Inexplicably, he was disgusted again. Before Zhou Qi could figure out what was going on, he glanced at the first grader with crazy eyes: "Okay, okay, then you can find me...wait a minute," Zhou Qi suddenly saw He picked up a sign with a familiar name, "I'll take a look at this one."

Zhou Qi picked up a sign.

The signature is Xu Wenwen.

The handwriting is very elegant, with the demeanor of the second grader, but Zhou Qi looks like a little girl's handwriting.

Just one line above.

"Laissez les éritiers de la famille Futombera moureux demoi.."

Zhou Qi has played in France for less than half a year. Although most of the communication is done by the translator hired by the club, Zhou Qi has almost learned a half-baked French.

This sentence is in French.

Specific meaning——

"Make the heir of my father's family fall in love with me."

This is a rather frothy, idiot line.

But Zhou Qi immediately thought of Fu Mingzhi.

In this campus danmei article, Fu Mingzhi is the only one whose surname is Fu?

However, Zhou Qi is not very clear about the situation of the Fu family and the so-called "heir".Zhou Qi has tried his best, but he really can't bear to read this whole novel, except for studying, it's just a boring danmei novel.

Zhou Qi only remembered that Wang Bagong seemed to have a good family background, Xu Wenwen went to his house once at the end, and the book described him as quite rich.

Zhou Qi kept staring at a sign without speaking, Fu Mingzhi moved a little towards Zhou Qi calmly.

He saw a sentence in French, but Fu Mingzhi had never learned French.

Fu Mingzhi could only understand the signature on the wooden sign——Xu Wenwen.

This is Xu Wenwen's wish.

Zhou Qi hadn't remembered how the ending described Wang Bagong's family, but the Wenwen card in his hand was suddenly taken away, and a new, empty one was stuffed in with a marker pen.The tone of the first grader sounded quite ordinary: "Let's write."

Zhou Qi was not very happy about being taken away from Wenwen's brand, he decided to defy Fu Mingzhi once: "No, I want to write with you, you write your wish on it, and I write it too, I want to hang up with you piece."

Fu Mingzhi said lightly, "I have nothing to write."

Zhou Qi said: "Didn't you want to pick the stars? You just write Pick the stars."

Fu Mingzhi remained expressionless: "Didn't you say it was childish?"

Zhou Qi sternly denied: "I didn't, don't slander me."

As he said that, Zhou Qi handed over the pen and urged him: "Here, I'll give you the pen, write quickly, and I'll write as well after I'm done."

Fu Mingzhi got a bit of a headache from Zhou Qi's disturbance, took the pen, paused for a few seconds, and wrote one stroke at a time: "The wish is to pick up the stars in the sky—Fu Mingzhi."

After writing this sign, the already cold face of the first grader became even colder.

This brand is simply black history.

He handed the pen back to Zhou Qi, and his eyes fell on the sign Zhou Qi wrote.

He wanted to see what Zhou Qi would write.

Probably Zhou Qi's handwriting is not as ugly as his usual handwriting, but Zhou Qi always doesn't write well, and his writing is like withered weeds, messy and dull.

This time Zhou Qi wrote slowly, so the few words looked quite correct.

——Zhou Qi wrote slowly on purpose, he had to be the first in the grade.

Fu Mingzhi was taken aback.

He saw Zhou Qi write: "The wish is the star in the sky—Zhou Qi."

At that moment, the ears of the first grader who didn't even have a secret love history felt like they were on fire.

Zhou Qi closed the cap of his pen and looked at Fu Mingzhi with a smile: "I have to hang on a branch with you, otherwise it will be in vain. I specially write wishes in the same format as you."

Fu Mingzhi stared at him, with a bad tone: "What do you mean?"

"Think about it this way," Zhou Qi hooked the shoulder of the number one in the grade, and began to flicker, "We are at the same table, we will make progress together, and of course we must reach a unified naivety in our dreams. This is the real brother, you say Woolen cloth?"

The words are nonsense, but Zhou Qi is really naive.

As a professional gamer, Zhou Qi well upholds the naivety of a primary school student.

Since the first grader has always disliked him and doesn't want to have contact with him in public, then he wrote a wish card that he had a close relationship with Fu Mingzhi, hung it on a tree, and tied it with Fu Mingzhi's. he.

Zhou Qi was ready for the number one in the grade to get angry and quarrel with him.

But not as he expected.

"Where do you want to hang it?" Fu Mingzhi said lightly, but he only looked at the wooden sign in his hand and did not look at Zhou Qi's face.

Zhou Qi emphasized: "Where you hang, I will hang there."

If Zhou Qi had the ability to observe the details, he could see Fu Mingzhi's slightly red ears - but unfortunately Zhou Qi has never been able to see such details.

Fu Mingzhi's expression was as usual: "Whatever you want."

agreed?

Why is Wang Bagong so talkative again?

Zhou Qi frowned: "Really?"

Fu Mingzhi ignored him, took the signs and tied them one by one to the hanging branches of the old banyan tree.Seeing Xu Wenwen's signboard, Fu Mingzhi paused for a while, then fastened Xu Wenwen's signboard as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qi linked "Picking the Stars" and "Being the Stars" together, and stuffed them into Fu Mingzhi's hands, intentionally disgusting Fu Mingzhi: "Here, you pick a place with good geomantic omen, I want to be your star man. "