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

The match between CMR and K2 had an impact beyond the expectations of the CMR club and even Chuan Entertainment.

Within two days after the team's solo match ended, the youngsters with the most attention retweeted and commented on the national official media's Weibo account. Once the official spoke, they quickly raised the matter to a new level.

A short commentary on an official microblog ended: "This battle, I feel proud. Give praise to our country's outstanding talents!"

The major forums continue to discuss in full swing.

Among them is a hot post in the third district: "Is it true that Zhou Qi singled out the entire K2 team and received a lot of attention, or is it due to the malicious marketing of the Chuan Entertainment Company, the fake traffic, and the hype of Zhou Qi, a vase that has no idol business ability at all?" Conspiracy to get up?"

The main building of the host wrote: "Emm, how should I put it, just two e-sports professional teams played a solo game in private, and it was marketed as a hot search on Weibo for several days. It's too much, it's really disgusting. "

This post has clear descriptions and obvious contradictions. Within two or three hours of posting, thousands of buildings were built, leading the way in the three districts.

1L: "I'll call 7 Daddy first, and I'll scold you later."

2L: "??? How dare you scold my father?"

3L: "No matter what you say, I will just say one word, 777NB."

4L: "NB1."

5L: "NB2."

……

289L: "What the poster means is that the entertainment brokerage company's malicious marketing hype can even buy off the country's youth official Weibo, so they hype up the traffic artists together, right? For your behavior of tarnishing the country's reputation, I suggest you be fined [-] yuan and detained for [-] years." sky."

290L: "Professional players are also athletes, can the dignity of the national competition be called hype?"

291L: "Not a passerby in the e-sports circle, I had an idea with the host last night, until I watched the game recording this morning, I have an extra good father."

With the traffic from the three districts plus the traffic from the CMR competition two days ago, a post in ten minutes became a large-scale scene for netizens to recognize their relatives. The host who posted the post was so scared that he quickly slipped away and never appeared again.

But the host slipped away, and the building continued to go up, and the direction of the discussion slowly turned to Zhou Qi himself.

536L: "One person's blood book, Zhou Qi, was transferred to the CMR club."

537L: "Two blood books."

538L: "Three blood books."

……

600L: "I think it's hard to change careers. After all, celebrities make a lot of money. What kind of character design do you think Zhou Qi is?"

601L: "National, national father?"

602L: "I won't call 777 Dad, because I don't want to mess around, Lun, this 26-year-old man is damn sweet."

603L: "Don't scold me, I always feel that Zhou Qi is a dog, with a temperament that makes people want to chase him out of the street and beat him."

……

1551L: "It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he is red."

Red——Red is a very abstract concept, and it's hard to tell how far a person can be considered popular.

Zhou Qi had no idea either.

But he has a good idea of ​​his emoji.

Going through Weibo once, Zhou Qi found thousands of emoticons he had newly made.

Because he said in the live broadcast of the game that his pink-haired emoticons were deleted, Zhou Qi’s newly discovered and never-before-seen new emoticons were all replaced with his black-haired ones, including road photos, group photos, and screenshots of the live broadcast .

"777" is the first one.

Five smaller versions of the K2 players, one enlarged version of him in the middle, with two baskets of oranges in his hand, the poster-style color scheme of the whole emoji package is extremely tender and soft, with the words "Thanksgiving for Father's Day, father's love is like a mountain".

the second.

"Forward this Zhou Qi, and you will be laid off and reemployed and find a new job."

The picture is taken from the screenshot of the live broadcast. Zhou Qi himself is in a suit and leather shoes, looking forward. The background P of the arena is blue. It is a three-inch half-length photo of a professional candidate.

Zhou Qi: "..."

It's seven o'clock in the morning.

Today's schedule is very tight. In the morning, I will shoot the magazine magazine as the spokesperson of Emporio, accept an interview at noon, do styling in the afternoon, and participate in the Internet night party in the evening.

Internet Night is a very influential gala in China. From third-tier to fourth-tier to first-tier, hundreds of actors and artists will receive invitation letters, and then seniors in the entertainment industry will present awards to well-known first-tier and second-tier artists.

It doesn't make much sense, the main reason is that the celebrities from all over the world are competing for beauty in appearance, and their hair is overwhelming the draft.

These things are boring.

So Zhou Qi postponed the work at noon, and the work in the afternoon and evening.

When Fu Ye entered the bedroom, he saw Zhou Qi with one leg bent, sitting on the edge of the bay window platform. The navy blue T-shirt he wore when he went to bed last night hung loosely on his straight and thin shoulders.The elbow on the same side rests on the bent knee, and he looks out of the window sideways. The morning light makes his black hair golden.Lazy look.

"What do you want to do today?" Fu Ye asked.

"After shooting the magazine, go to the CMR base."

Fu Ye asked again: "Are you going to focus on CMR?"

"No," Zhou Qi jumped down from the bay window and laughed, "I just don't want to waste my life on boring things. The company's work today is too boring, I'll do something else."

Zhou Qi is probably the only one who regards the resources in the circle that others can't ask for as "a waste of life".

He raised his eyebrows: "Why, you don't want me to go?"

In no mood.

I don't want Zhou Qi to go.

Fu Ye also didn't like his childish temper tantrums: he didn't want Zhou Qi to play games, he didn't want Zhou Qi to go to the base, he didn't want Zhou Qi to hang out with a group of professional players.Those people and things will take a lot of Zhou Qi's attention.

He hates Zhou Qili and others ignoring him.

Hate it for no reason, and take it for granted, it seems that he hated it a long time ago.

But it is impossible for Fu Ye to express this naive thought, nor is it possible to realize that what he is facing is a question that is unsolvable to millions of women: "Which one do you choose between me and the game".

Fu Ye said coldly: "No, I will not interfere with your freedom."

Zhou Qi looked at him for a while, hooked his finger on a gray-black gradient glass bottle, and sprayed the nozzle on Fu Ye with a "bah-": "Mr. Fu, you are still as narrow-minded as before."

The sweetness of cardamom permeates strongly, and slowly releases the fragrance of lemon.

The amount of a nozzle was too much, Zhou Qi coughed out of choking: "Fuck, this smell is so strong."

"..." Fu Ye took the bottle from Zhou Qi, "Perfume from Emporio?"

Zhou Qi covered his nose and opened the room to take a breath. "Well, the PR sent over a dozen bottles, and I'm going to shoot a magazine issue this morning, and told me to choose a fragrance type myself." The ventilation was too slow, so Zhou Qi went to open the window again, and took a deep breath. "I don't think this bottle is good, the smell is too coquettish."

Fu Ye gently put the perfume bottle on the wooden cabinet beside him: "You used too much."

"Boyfriend, then help me." The sun was glaring, Zhou Qi half-closed his eyes, and turned his head to look at Fu Ye. The word "boyfriend" was particularly emphatic.

It was obviously a relationship established the night before yesterday, but she was very comfortable with this title.

I like it very much, and I want to... go further.

His fingers curled up slightly, his tone reserved. "Can."

Emporio sent a total of 12 bottles, including two fragrance types that have not yet been officially launched, which are currently the types of all men's fragrances under the Emporio brand.

Zhou Qi sat the twelve small boxes in a row, and then looked at Fu Ye eagerly.

Fu Ye asked lightly, "What flavor do you like?"

"I'm gay and not very experienced, and I don't use perfume very much."

Fu Ye frowned: "...you don't have to be gay to wear perfume."

Zhou Qi sat with his legs stretched out, looked at him: "Then do you use it?"

Fu Ye: "..."

I used to mistakenly think that Fu Mingzhi is not a very important indicator that he is not gay. Fu Mingzhi never uses perfume.Zhou Qi has been in a group of Internet addicted teenagers for more than 20 years, and his understanding of gay is very one-sided.

It's almost a group of people who can wear shorts, wear perfume, wear daily makeup, and call each other sisters.

Zhou Qi leaned over and sniffed Fu Ye: "What flavor do you like to use? Can I use the same one as you?"

The smell on Fu Ye's body is very light and cold, it seems to be a kind of woody fragrance, and there is a hint of mint in it.Not strong, not conflicting, not strongly offensive, distant and polite.

It's different from the clean boy in the last world with only a faint scent of lemon.

It's very different.

Zhou Qi leaned back and sighed: "Forget it, I don't like the one you use."

Fu Ye's expression remained unchanged, but his fingers were tightly crossed: "Then what do you like?"

"Smell of lemon." Zhou Qi said.

"Is it citrusy?"

"Maybe about the same?" Zhou Qi shrugged.

Fu Ye brought a box, opened it, handed it to Zhou Qi, and said calmly, "This is a citrus note. The top notes are lemon and bergamot. You can try it on your wrist."

Zhou Qi looked at him for a while, smiled, took the perfume bottle but didn't obediently put it on his wrist, and sprayed Fu Ye like spraying toilet water: "That's it, thank you."

Fu Ye: "..."

"That's not how it works," Fu Ye asked after a moment of silence, "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Okay."

"Sit here." Fu Ye said.

Zhou Qi raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Mr. Fu, where do you sit?"

"Just sit closer." Fu Ye said.

The distance between the two people was less than half a meter, and Zhou Qi moved halfway closer: "Is this so?"

"Closer." Fu Ye said again.

Zhou Qi moved halfway again, leaned close to Fu Ye, put his finger on Fu Ye's chin to let him lean his face to be kissed by himself, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Fu, is it close enough?"

By coincidence, I realized that I shouldn't have said it when I said it——

Fu Ye said, "Closer."

"How close?" Zhou Qi sat up halfway, spread his legs, and knelt on both sides of Fu Ye's thighs. This kneeling posture required him to bow his waist to reach eye-level height. He propped himself on the back of the sofa behind Fu Ye, "At this distance, can Mr. Fu start the lecture?"

Fu Ye's earlobe was right in front of his eyes, Zhou Qihan rubbed between his teeth for a few seconds, and said softly: "Mr. Fu, no matter how close you are, you will go in."

Ears should be the last place Fu Ye can't touch.

Fu Ye froze all over, his tone sounded unchanged, and said flatly: "Citrus perfume is sour, and the pH value on the inside of the wrist is low..." He clasped Zhou Qi's hand, "It's better to apply it on the outside."

Zhou Qi bit Fu Ye's lips again: "Okay, teacher help me."

Teacher help me.

Fu Ye squeezed Zhou Qi's fingers tightly.

With less use, the light aroma of lemon can be diffused.

"Then on the base of the ears, apply a small amount...."

"Ear," Zhou Qi asked in a low voice, "if this is the place, I'll help the teacher in the future, okay?"

Fu Ye lost his strength for a moment as his fingertips twisted behind Zhou Qi's ear.

"...Sorry." Fu Ye quickly withdrew his hand.

Zhou Qi looked at him and gave him a nasty smile.

Fu Ye pretended not to see it, and continued to say calmly: "The last is the knee, it can be on the knee..."

Can't go on.

Zhou Qi wasn't doing anything, he was just kneeling on the sofa, he didn't even touch Fu Ye's legs because he was afraid of tickle, and when Fu Ye mentioned "knee", he began to roll up his trouser legs obediently.But the pants weren't baggy enough to roll up to the thighs.

Fu Ye lowered his eyes: "If you can't roll it up, just take it off."

Then kissed it.

"Don't treat me as another person. What you like now is me, not him." These were the last words that Fu Ye said before Zhou Qi went out, with the characteristics of a quality citizen and polite communication.

I was almost late for shooting the magazine's internal issue.

Two pages of magazines, two photos, and two sets of clothes.

An assistant was arranged to help Zhou Qi change his clothes, but Zhou Qi politely refused.Fu Ye is a very reliable person, he can't see anything in the exposed places, and he can't see anything in the closed places.

Moreover, the measure of whether it is exposed to the outside is not a suit with long sleeves and long trousers, but short-sleeved shorts worn in summer.

A very reliable and caring boyfriend.

The filming of the internal magazine went smoothly, and after more than two hours, Zhou Qi could rush to the CMR base before the 12 o'clock CMR lunch time to have a meal with Jiang Zhengming.

If he hadn't had a rather unpleasant subway experience yesterday, probably Zhou Qi could continue to take the subway to the CMR club today.

It costs 5 yuan to take the subway, 108 taxis, and back and forth every day, saving 206 yuan, and saving 42 years can buy a 20 square meter toilet in city A.

It's not easy to make a living.

Zhou Qi always went out frankly, without a hat or mask, yesterday he went out frankly and walked towards the entrance of the subway station.

But before he reached the subway station, several young women suddenly pointed at him and screamed:

"Zhou Qi!!"

"father!!!"

"Fuck Zhou Qi!!!"

Several young women started running towards him at a sprint speed of [-] meters, and Zhou Qi also ran away subconsciously—he didn't know why he ran, maybe it was due to the animal's chasing instinct.

As soon as he ran, the young women yelled, and the young men also started running towards him.

Also ran and shouted: "Dad, wait for me!!!"

It's like the scene of abandoning a wife and a child.

Several people ran wildly near the subway entrance, yelling while running, making the subway staff mistakenly believe that there was a riot and robbery, so the explosion-proof personnel stationed in the subway also started to run after Zhou Qi.

In the end, Zhou Qi was arrested by the explosion-proof personnel of the subway and sent back to Chuanyu Company.

If Zhou Qi often browses Weibo, he can see the trending search at noon yesterday, and there are pictures of him being arrested by explosion-proof personnel on the road, with a confused face, like a homeless child.

Zhou Qi felt that he might not take the subway again in the future.

If I go there two more times, I will be detained at the police station for "disturbing public order".

The assistant drove Zhou Qi to the CMR club.

Jiang Zhengming went to the door to pick up Zhou Qi, with a look of "Why the hell are you here again?" he sneered, "Didn't you get arrested on the way here today?"

Zhou Qi thought, "How does Jiang Zhengming know about this?" He refused to admit it: "Where did I get caught, don't fart." Then he quickly changed the subject, "Xiao Jianger, what are you having for lunch?"

"Eat whatever you like."

"Don't," Zhou Qi hooked his shoulders and put his back on it, "I'll eat whatever you guys eat."

"Tch." Jiang Zhengming didn't push Zhou Qi, but curled his lips.

But Zhou Qi didn't finish his sentence: "After eating, I will send you on your way."

"..."

Then Zhou Qi was kicked away as he wished.

After taking two steps, Zhou Qi didn't follow, Jiang Zhengming turned his head to look at Zhou Qi again irritatedly: "Why are you walking so slowly to see the scenery?"

Zhou Qi stopped straight away, grinning, unable to see anything: "Walk too fast, Xiao Jianger, you go first, go and order a takeaway for me first."