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

Xiao Liu's mind is blank now——

Fu Ye sat next to her!It's Fu Ye! ! !A movie king-level boss! !

Before coming here, Xiao Liu felt distressed that she spent more than half a month's living expenses to buy a front-row ticket, but who would have thought that she would sit next to Fu Ye with a sense of pride? ?Even a Weibo lottery draw dare not write like that!

To see Fu Ye, let alone eat half a month of soil, she is willing to let her eat half a year of soil!

The size of Fu Ye's fans can be compared to the top stream, but there is no fan who has seen Fu Ye outside of the big screen.

A girl sitting on the other side of Fu Ye screamed as if seeing a ghost, her adrenaline soared, and Xiao Liu stared blankly at Fu Ye who turned his head to that side, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and said with a gentle smile: "Shhh, keep your voice low, it will be troublesome to attract attention."

So friendly!He's polite, doesn't put on airs at all, and he's a hundred times more handsome than in the movie!

Xiao Liu felt like he was going crazy, his mind was full of all kinds of rainbow farts.

Xiao Liu's upper and lower lips were trembling, stammering, and the audience's voice was very mixed, as if she couldn't hear her own voice clearly: "Fu, Fu Ye... hello, I, I can join you, Take a photo together?"

...Oh, it's too noisy, Fu Ye can't hear it?

Xiao Liu was so nervous that he sat carefully.

But Fu Ye looked over at her and said gently, "Okay. But wait until the concert is over, okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Xiao Liu's heart jumped out all of a sudden, and he nodded hastily like a chicken pecking at rice.

There are more than 9000 seats in the concert, and only a dozen or so spectators near the first and second rows can see Fu Ye. Xiao Liu stares blankly at Fu Ye and politely tells the sitting nearby to recognize him, squeeze over and want to scream. The audience in the photo should not make noise and watch the concert seriously.

Very patient, like a kindergarten teacher who is in charge of a group of children.

Xiao Liu thought: She can play for a year when she goes back.

The opening song is fn captain Ning Yihao's solo.

Xiao Liu couldn't concentrate on Ning Yihao at all, all his body and mind were sneaking at Fu Ye beside him from the corner of his eye.

After a long time, Xiao Liu felt that he could do it again, and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Fu Ye...why do you also come to fn's concert?"

Fu Ye raised his face slightly, facing the stage.

The stage lights illuminated his pupils very brightly, but his eyes did not stay on the stage.

"I'm here to see someone." Fu Ye said softly, with a smile on his lips.

Look at someone, look at someone, look at someone...

Who are you looking at?

As a contemporary internet addicted girl who lives on Weibo Chaochao, Xiao Liu took a breath, she felt that she might be crazy now, even dare to ask this kind of question: "Fu Ye, you, do you know Little Sunflower Shuangjie? ?”

Quiet.

Xiao Liu's heart was pounding.She thought: It's over, won't you ask the wrong question?Or did she talk too much, which affected the actor to watch the concert?

second song.

fn all played.

Zhou Qi, the third from the left in the auditorium, has black hair and black eyes, wears a black tie, smiles on his brows and eyes, young, cool, and hot.

The venue was seething with screams.

Fu Ye suddenly remembered a scene.

The tall boy sat on the rusted iron railing with a cigarette in his mouth, with white clouds and blue sky behind him, and a white shirt made of school uniform pressed against his chest by the cold wind.

He stretched out his hand to him, changed the cigarette between his fingers, and smiled: "You are here."

A scene that I have never seen before, but I am familiar with every detail clearly.

"Yes, I know." Fu Ye unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "I like it very much."

After taking the stage, Zhou Qi realized that he had made a mistake.

As long as he can see Fu Ye, he can find Fu Ye's position in the crowd at a glance.Even if you cover your face.

Because he is familiar with Fu Ye

, but also because Fu Ye is outstanding enough.

Even with his face covered, Fu Ye was still the most outstanding one.It is very difficult to have another person like Fu Ye who has etiquette in his bones, and his every move is indispensable.

It makes people want to, especially want to break his polite look.

Zhou Qi thought about it and did the same.

Paid a small price.

The traffic of "Little Sunflower Shuangjie" surged within half an hour.

The first article on the homepage:

"User Liu Xianxian'er: The Little Sunflower Shuangjie is real!!! Fu Ye came to see Zhou Qi's concert!! I asked Fu Ye if he had heard of the Little Sunflower Shuangjie, and Fu Ye said he liked it very much!!! Little Sunflower Twin Heroes has been officially announced!! I'm sitting next to Fu Ye, and there's a picture to prove it!"

This dynamic has thousands of comments in more than ten minutes.

"Official announcement???"

"Little Sunflower Shuangjie is real, I testify, at the scene, I am 777, and I heard Fu Ye say that he likes me on stage."

"Father, do I have a mother? fn Zhou Qi"

"Is it okay to be cute in the c circle? Fu Ye just said something politely, and he took it seriously, so that the whole world thinks that Fu Ye and 777 are gay by surfing the trending searches?"

"I'm the only one who thought of it. If Fu Ye visited Xiaosunhua Chaochao, then he has most likely read Xiaosunhua Shuangjie's Xiaohuangwen?"

"Is it true that you're all arguing, and I'm already guessing who will attack and who will suffer from 777 and Fu Ye."

"I jio must be father Gong Ye Shou, skinless and shameless Gong x Gao Ling Zhi Hua Shou."

"I'm sorry, I'm standing in the second class of the small class to handle Ziye's brother Gong x the small class of the first class to handle the handle 777."

……

The concert is from eight to ten fifty.

Weibo was buzzing, and the concert scene was full of voices.Girls screamed "Ahhh" in the audience, and a group of men shouted "Dad", "Come on", "Seven dads, don't worry, the car accident will follow."

In this case, the former is a fan of fn, while the latter is a fan of Zhou Qi, and they are still the kind who are afraid of chaos in the world.

Shouting so loudly that Zhou Qi could fucking hear it on stage.

What does it mean to let him fly with confidence, and the car accident will follow?

Is he like someone who can crash a car at a concert?

Anyway, Zhou Qi didn't think so.

ten o'clock.Most of the concert is over, there is a temporary break.

The venue is very large, semi-open air, and there is no air conditioning at all. Even at the end of September, when the weather turned cold, the people on stage who sang and danced for two hours were still too hot.Ning Yihao took the microphone under his breath: "Fn has debuted for a year and a half today. In the past year and a half, thank you for your company and encouragement. I have watched fn grow and waited for us with a tolerant attitude. Correct the deficiencies and become a qualified idol—thank you!"

Ning Yihao bowed.

The audience applauded thunderously, but Fu Ye did not see Zhou Qi on the stage.Since the last song ended, Zhou Qi went backstage and hasn't come back yet.

Wen Jiaxi took the microphone and said a few words of gratitude.

After Wen Jiaxi finished speaking, Zhou Qi hadn't come up yet.

Obviously, it is a link for the team to thank the fans, and there is one less.

Finally Zhong Pingyang took the microphone, and just halfway through speaking, a man with glasses in the first row suddenly shouted: "Where's my father?"

Zhong Pingyang didn't catch it, and burst into a "puchi" laugh: "Guess?"

Of course Zhou Qi was in the background, he couldn't go up because he was changing clothes.It is more troublesome to change from head to toe, so he has no part in this link.

Originally it was Ning Yihao, but last week Ning Yihao was injured during dance practice, and the scar on his chest didn't heal, so he was replaced.

To be honest, Zhou Qi felt that he was not suitable for this plot.

He should be the one who tied someone else up, not the one who was tied up.

fn temporarily stepped down to change clothes.

Until the pre-play, low, with a faint mystery.

More than a dozen female dancers with thin waists and long legs came to the stage, dressed in Western-style black military uniforms, stern and strict, holding black thin whips. fn also appeared, with a vest, shirt, trousers, and a three-piece suit, looking like an elite.

Ning Yihao took the towel from the backup dancer, wiped his fingers slowly, and threw the towel to the audience.

"FN's new e-single that hasn't been released yet, "Domestication"." He said.

Taichung rises.

Suddenly, there was a scream that could blow off the roof.

Fu Ye's eyes tightened.

What rises is a thin metal cage, shaped like a birdcage.

Thin chains were attached to the bottom of the cage, stretched inward, and were handcuffed to Zhou Qi's wrists and ankles.Zhou Qi was barefoot, wearing a white shirt and thin trousers, with his head lowered. He didn't raise his eyelids until the cage was fully raised, and looked out with a half-smile.

"Domestication" composed by Jiang Ju is a good song, but Fu Ye can't seem to hear the singing, nor can he hear the screams from the audience who have rushed to the top, and can only see the people on the stage.

Obviously, Domestication is a story.

People in military uniforms are tools to tame the wild, those well-dressed are the superiors who give orders, and those trapped in cages are the tamed but untamed rebels.

The cage door clicked open.

The woman walked in, holding the black collar around Zhou Qi's neck from above.His skin was white, black and white contrasted extremely dazzlingly, his head was slightly raised, his Adam's apple protruded, rolling, looking at the woman frivolously and contemptuously.

The slender black whip fell on him.

He still looked cynical.

The tail of the whip was rolled up and pressed against Zhou Qi's lips. He stared at the woman arrogantly, sucked the tail of the whip into his mouth, turned his head a little bit, slowly pulled the curled whip away, and rubbed the woman's chin with the whip in his mouth.

It seems that the people who tame him are his playthings.

Fu Ye's eyes darkened.

Zhou Qi is very suitable... This kind of arrogance of being in a subordinate position.

The woman took the chain in front of the collar and led Zhou Qi out of the cage.

The women surrounded him, pulling the chains on his hands and neck, all of them were dressed in black, only he was wearing a white shirt, and was pulled back by countless hands through the chains.

Pulling him abruptly to one knee.

Red wine was poured over his head.

Down the cheeks, down the collarbone, wet the shirt, and flow down continuously, like blood, the thin shirt is wet and close to the flesh, completely showing the outline of the waist and abdomen.

The woman unbuttoned his shirt. Under the heavy light and shadow, the collarbone was deep and the muscular silhouette was clearly defined.

Like a fine exhibit.

The recorded videos, coherent moving pictures, and high-definition photos quickly maxed out Weibo.

One photo in particular—

Zhou Qi knelt on one knee, his chin was lifted by the whip, his hands were bound, but there was a careless smile on his mouth, and his eyelids were raised, frivolous and provocative.

Jiang Ju was taken aback when he saw this photo—he is a composer and lyricist, and he knows the original meaning of "Domestication" clearly.Although the lyrics are mainly written about the process of taming, his original intention and the content of V's filming are how rebels never submit to submission and become slaves of the superior.

It's not the appearance Zhou Qi performed at all.

untamed.

Not free, or rather die.

It wasn't his intention, but it worked.

Also more charismatic than he meant to be.People give sympathy to those who bow to reality after struggling to no avail, but give the greatest praise, enthusiasm, and admiration to those who never bow their heads.

It is not a failure for Zhou Qi to perform his song like this.

He might be able to reluctantly forgive this idiot Zhou Qi for harassing him with "Hi, teacher", "Please speak, teacher", and "Please give me instructions, teacher" every day for more than a month.

Jiang Ju took a look at the new trending number one "fn concert, "Domestication"" and reposted this photo.

"User Jiang

Ju: Thank you. fn Zhou Qi".

In the second half of "Domestication", Fu Ye kept smiling, as if admiring the performance.

Zhou Qi was soaked with red wine, and the wine flowed down his abdominal muscles.The front of his shirt was completely unbuttoned, hanging over the edge of his shoulder like a plaything.

He is not angry.Fu Ye thought with a smile.

Don't be angry that Zhou Qi wants to perform this kind of plot without telling him, don't be angry that Zhou Qi takes off his clothes in public, don't be angry that Zhou Qi swallows things in other people's hands, and don't be angry that Zhou Qi behaves so intimately with others.

He is not angry.

Fu Ye crossed his legs and stared at Zhou Qi on the stage.

Their eyes meet for a second.

Zhou Qi looked at Fu Ye and licked the wine from his lips.

The atmosphere of the concert had reached its peak, and the noise was so loud that even the music could hardly be heard.Fu Ye was quiet from beginning to end, until Zhou Qi looked at him, smiled, and clapped three times slowly.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and Jiang Zhengming decided to indulge for a moment.

Although he had already announced that he had broken off friendship with Zhou Qi, Jiang Zhengming was afraid that Zhou Qi would come to bother him, so he never dared to buy a new phone—what if Zhou Qi came again after buying it and dropped his phone? ?

Jiang Zhengming walked into Song Li's room, smiled and asked Song Li to borrow his phone: "Song Li, lend me your phone."

Song Li vigilantly put the phone behind him: "I don't have a chip in my phone, why did you borrow my phone? You don't have a phone?"

"Who said I'm going to watch a movie?" Jiang Zhengming avoided the seriousness, didn't answer "You don't have a mobile phone", but said, "I use your mobile phone to browse Weibo."

Song Li hesitated for a moment, but still handed it over: "Give it back to me in 10 minutes, and don't do anything else with my phone!"

"Okay, just browse Weibo, why are you so stingy?"

Song Li became angry: "Where did you come to call me stingy?"

Last year, Song Li finally fell in love with a girlfriend online. Jiang Zhengming didn't bring his mobile phone with him. He borrowed his mobile phone and used it for a long time. When he came back, the online girlfriend broke up with him.

"You're not stingy, it's all my fault, that's fine." Jiang Zhengming ran away with his cell phone in his pocket, and said by the door, "I'll return it to you at 11:30."

"you!"

After returning to the house with Song Li's mobile phone in his pocket, Jiang Zhengming impatiently logged into Weibo, and began to click like a sponge.

Jiang Zhengming saw "fn" on the number one hot search page and entered it curiously.

Then there was an extra comment under that post:

"User r-Jiang Zhengming: Fuck me, I'm blind. I usually look like a dog, but why come on stage like a little boy."

After posting, Jiang Zhengming stared at the photo for a long time, swiped through several moving pictures, and was amazed for a long time before he suddenly remembered something: Did he not cut the trumpet just now?

Jiang Zhengming quickly rushed back to the post, only to find out in despair that he had been picked up to the front row of hot comments.

Followed hundreds of people chasing and scolding him.

"???"

"Next month in the finals, is Captain Jiang and Captain Ning still surfing the Internet?"

"If you have time to stay up all night and gossip about people, it seems that r will win the championship this year."

Hold.

Quit the net.sleep.

The fn concert ended perfectly.

Zhou Qi simply removed his make-up and went to the backstage bathroom to take a shower. Red wine was poured over his head, which was sticky and disgusting.

The bathroom is a single shower room.

Just after washing my hair, there were several knocks on the door.

Zhou Qi went over and said through the door, "There are people inside."

Fu Ye's voice was very low: "Open the door."

Zhou Qi wrapped a towel around him, opened the door, pulled the handle and smiled: "Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

There was no one coming and going at the door, only Fu Ye stood there, looking at him gravely, entered the door, and whispered in his ear: "Fuck you."

Fu Ye is a well-bred person, speaking

Generally very reserved.

Unless angry, or special circumstances.

Zhou Qi didn't take it seriously, he pulled Fu Ye in with a smile, hooked his neck and kissed him: "No way, I can't do it."

Fu Ye locked the door casually, pulled off the bath towel, bound Zhou Qi's waist, and acted a little fiercely, and said with a light smile, "You try?"

"Come on... the little girl is angry again." Zhou Qi said with a smile, "Then I have to coax you."

Fu Ye pressed Zhou Qi's chin with his knuckles: "Little girl?"

Zhou Qi bit his fingertips and kept looking up at him: "It's almost there."

Fu Ye gave a low laugh, pushed Zhou Qi onto the sink, and asked him to sit on it.

Zhou Qi had something in his hands, and asked lazily: "How about fn's concert today, didn't you waste Teacher Fu's time?"

"Excellent." Fu Ye leaned over and whispered in Zhou Qi's ear, "Especially "Taming"."

Zhou Qi raised his neck and said with a smile, "I changed that song a lot, do you like it?"

"Okay." Fu Ye was well-dressed and gentle, "Stay firm."

After the concert, the workload of fn group assigned to Zhou Qi dropped sharply, he even had time to watch TV at home.

Watching cartoons on the children's channel before the rankings are matched.

Fu Ye sat over, glanced at the screaming cartoons, turned off the TV expressionlessly, and handed over a neatly bound folder: "This is the script of "Seventeen", please take a look."

"Seventeen" is the movie that Zhou Qi has signed a contract to make.

The script is thick.

Zhou Qi looked at him: "Tell me the outline of the story first."

"The protagonist is He Yang, 17 years old, a sophomore in high school, and the timeline of the story is [-] days." Fu Ye said succinctly.

Zhou Qi smiled: "That's not what I said."

"Then what did you say?"

Zhou Qi thought for a while: "What's Teacher He Yang's name?"

"Chen Qiwen, 25 years old."

Zhou Qi thought about it again: "What is the most intimate scene between He Yang and Chen Qiwen?"

"..." Fu Ye glanced at him, "There is no intimate scene."

Zhou Qi moved his butt: "Didn't go to bed?"

"No."

"No kisses?"

"Once. But there is no need to give a specific shot." Fu Ye frowned, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Qi was still asking: "Are you playing Chen Qiwen?"

"Ah."

"Can someone else play the role?" Zhou Qi moved back again.

Fu Ye: "..."

"First kiss on screen, find an actor who I won't be able to kiss in the future..."

"Zhou Qi," Fu Ye smiled gently, "Come here."

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