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

November NO.19, twelve noon.

It happened to be Saturday, KFC was full of kids, middle school students caught up with each other and fell in love.It was noisy, people were coming and going, and the sound of various video apps was playing, so noisy that no one paid attention to anyone.

In the corner, at a table for two, sat two men, one with a black hat and the other with a white hat.

The black hat is tall and thin, and the white hat is not short, but fat.

The white hat lowered the brim, pretended to be very mysterious, and said furtively, "Brother, please. I can't live without you."

The black hat took a sip of Coke: "Go away. This matter is not discussed."

"Just once!" The white hat held up a fat index finger, "Just this time! Is it easy for me to win the championship? It's hard to win once, and you didn't say anything. Are we still brothers?"

The black hat smiled, leaned back in the chair, and raised his chin: "Who the hell is your brother? Look at the note in your WeChat, Captain Jiang, you can bend and stretch, and you can do it like a dog b It's because of relatives. Do you want to be shameless?"

Jiang Zhengming: "..."

The remark was actually discovered by Zhou Qi.

Jiang Zhengming thought for a while, learned from the pain, and said, "Brother Zhou, I was wrong. I will change it now to 'my good brother'. If you agree to live broadcast with us at night, I will pay the full bill when you come out for dinner. A free meal pass for a year—how about it?"

Zhou Qi snorted Coke for half a minute.

To be honest, he didn't bring any money when he came out to eat at KFC today.

If he disagreed with Jiang Zhengming, he might go to the police station.

Do not agree.But he had to go to the police station if he agreed.

So this is not an invitation from r for women's clothing, this is obviously an invitation for a [-]-day tour of the police station.

Zhou Qi frowned, looking at Jiang Zhengming: "No, how many men are wearing bunny outfits, isn't it immoral?"

"...It's a bit ugly, fans voted for it, what can I do?" Jiang Zhengming said.

Zhou Qi adjusted his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast requirements of the Kangaroo TV platform signed by r, and read two things to Jiang Zhengming: "The anchor and users should consciously abide by the Internet User Agreement, and shall not publish pornographic information...The anchor must not be naked, showing three points of the chest One or more, the cameras are not allowed to focus on sensitive areas, and the live broadcast is not allowed to wear underwear and underwear. Once discovered, the live broadcast room will be permanently shut down, and all actions will be at your own risk..."

Jiang Zhengming: "...??"

Zhou Qi seemed to remember something, moved his butt, stopped reading, and just said: "Really, goodbye, Xiao Jianger, stop it. The police station is not fun."

Jiang Zhengming: "???"

Zhou Qi saw that Jiang Zhengming was still pretending not to understand, so he said directly: "Although most of the live broadcast dress codes require female anchors, but men wear bikinis with..." Zhou Qi paused, and still put the "anal Erase the words ", plug" and continue to say nonchalantly, "Rabbit ears live broadcast is also sexual harassment to the audience. Especially with your figure, wearing it looks like a psychopath, do you understand?"

Jiang Zhengming: "????"

A long string of words stuck in his throat, and after a long, deep breath, Jiang Zhengming finally found his way: "...Zhou Qi, do you watch too many movies? What the hell are you thinking about every day?? "

Zhou Qi: "Huh?"

When Jiang Zhengming came to KFC, he was carrying a leather bag, which was tightly sealed.

At this moment, Jiang Zhengming picked it up, tore off the seal, and pulled out a piece of pastel-pink unknown fabric loved by little kindergarten girls at the speed of light, with some white sandwiched in it, and threw it "piu" on Zhou Qi's face.

Zhou Qi caught it.

It unfolded again.

"..."

A pastel pink knee-length skirt with a tube top collar, with pink thin lace trim, and a soft and short white rabbit fur tail on the back waist of the skirt, like a hardcover version of Balala Little Demon Fairy's transformation costume .

There are a pair of white lace gloves and a pair of knee-length suspenders and white stockings.

As soon as Zhou Qi unfolded this stupid skirt, countless pairs of eyes in KFC focused on him.

Jiang Zhengming was so frightened that he quickly stood up and pushed the brim of Zhou Qi's hat down to cover his face.

Zhou Qi's expression was indescribable: "This is?"

Jiang Zhengming also felt ashamed, and lowered his voice: "The equipment for tonight's live broadcast. The wigs are at the base, and you can choose from more than a dozen styles. The makeup artists are all hired. You don't need to do anything else, just wear women's clothing and even compete in the rankings."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Seeing that Zhou Qi didn't speak, Jiang Zhengming probably was about to waver, so he struck while the iron was hot: "Go, you haven't been with us since the game. After the live broadcast, let's have a supper together with the team."

"..."

Zhou Qi thought for a long time, and finally said: "Live broadcast is fine, I will go to the base at night and see the situation before deciding whether to wear it or not."

Jiang Zhengming smiled openly: "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Why did you agree?

It is absolutely impossible for Zhou Qi to be shaken by that Little Demon Fairy Transformation Costume.He was tempted to go out for supper.

Half eat supper, a group of young people drink two bottles of wine until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Go back in the middle of the night and go to bed.

Route planning succeeded.

Last night, Fu Ye only played with the rabbit's tail and middle finger when he micked with the professional player of re until 11:30.Fu Ye kissed Zhou Qi thoughtfully, and said, wait until tomorrow night.

Can that wait?

Wait, isn't he a big idiot?

I won't be going back tonight.

r base.

Zhou Qi collapsed in the gaming chair, and sent a message to Fu Ye in a cold manner: "I won't go back tonight. Don't disturb."

The director of "Seventeen" found an old director who was nearly sixty years old, Shi Jia, and the films he worked on were generally both box office and word-of-mouth. In addition to "Seventeen", this is the third collaboration between Fu Ye and Shi Jia. time. The book of "Seventeen" was picked out by Shi Jia.

When Zhou Qi's news came, Fu Ye was discussing the cast of "Seventeen" with Shi Jia.

Shi Jia shook the old-fashioned tobacco pipe, and said, "Fu Ye, your vision, professional attitude, and understanding of art... I just said that, none of the young actors I have worked with can compare with you. on yours."

Fu Ye's face was calm: "Shi Dao is absurd."

He knew there was something behind the stone armor.Not complimenting him.

Sure enough, Shi Jia took another puff of cigarette, and said slowly: "So I have always trusted you, so I also can't understand what you mean by choosing Zhou Qi as the heroine of "Seventeen" He Yang."

"In the era of traffic," Shi Jia said with a smile, "everyone understands that these little boys and girls can win and make money. But when you do one thing, you have to consider the ratio of investment income. You have to think that you can make money and lose a little bit." I don't feel bad about word of mouth. But since you can't make money, if you lose word of mouth, it's a loss-making business."

"Of course I know you are not short of money. You are, want to flatter people?" Shi Jia asked.

I don't want to flatter.

It is to lock people up in another sense.

But it was impossible for Fu Ye to confess such secret and selfish thoughts to anyone.

Fu Ye smiled slightly: "Yes."

"If you want to make someone famous, there are too many ways." Shi Jia smiled. He didn't know Fu Ye just now. Fu Ye didn't talk too much. Cooperating and forcing yourself to praise others is the worst way. People are separated from each other, and dogs can't be tamed well. Fu Ye, do you understand?"

Shi Jia's words were harsh, but none of them were true.

Fu Ye's face didn't change at all when he spoke harsh words, he was still gentle and polite: "The trust of Director Shi is the honor of the younger generation." His eyes were deep, and the smile always only reached his mouth, "If outsiders don't understand, Director Shi should I understand. I understand that I am just a layman, and I never trade at a loss."

He smiled and said, "I also understand that I am just a businessman in the entertainment industry."

It sounds like a guarantee for the younger generation to the seniors in the industry.

But with Shi Jia's understanding of Fu Ye's nature, how could he not understand what Fu Ye meant?

——Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about.

Don't open your mouth about things that shouldn't be questioned.

Fu Ye's phone vibrated.Shi Jia obviously acquiesced and didn't want to talk anymore. Fu Ye got up, straightened his clothes and said, "I will come back in half an hour and listen to your suggestions on the shooting of "Seventeen."

Zhou Qi waited for five or six minutes.

Fu Ye was actually colder than him.

-Xiao Ming: The reason.

This tone, as if the class teacher asked him for math homework, but he didn't write it.

A message popped up on Fu Ye's phone.

- Boyfriend: No reason.Don't bother tonight.

Fu Ye frowned, and said again, "Where are you going tonight?"

- Boyfriend: Don't ask, if you ask, you don't have it.Don't look for me tonight either, I'm off.

Fu Ye stared at the "I turned off the phone tonight" in a frantic tone for several seconds, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Are you going to sleep with someone tonight? Where and who are you sleeping with? Why don't you tell me?"——Type it up and delete it.

"Send me the location now" - type it up and delete it.

"Do not shut down" - typed up, then deleted.

In the end, Zhou Qi didn't receive any version, but received a phone call.

"What time will you be back tonight?" Fu Ye asked in a low voice.

Zhou Qi said tentatively: "I want to... go back in the middle of the night. Two or three o'clock."

Fu Ye seemed to laugh: "Do you really don't want to go home?"

"Yeah, I don't want to go back." Zhou Qi also smiled, left the training room, went to the bathroom, tugged at his collar in front of the mirror, and muttered, "Mr. Fu, I haven't recovered from the work injury last night. "

"Is it still obvious?" Fu Ye asked.

"Obvious, very obvious." There was no one in the bathroom, Zhou Qi lifted up his clothes, observed himself, and reported to Fu Ye with a smile, "It's almost fucking swollen."

Fu Ye's Adam's apple twitched: "...Where is it swollen?"

Zhou Qi wandered around in the bathroom, but there was no one there, so he made a few obscene remarks.Zhou Qi didn't close his mouth, and felt that he definitely didn't have to go back tonight, so he said like a hooligan when he got swollen, how did he get swollen, how did he experience it, and shamelessly mentioned something to Fu Ye. A technical suggestion, and his daily daydreams.

For example, if you want him to be 1.

This time Fu Ye didn't tell him to shut up, Zhou Qi kept talking, and then returned to the theme: "I'll go back in the middle of the night tonight, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Fu Ye lowered his voice: "... yes."

Zhou Qi: "?!"

"Really?" Zhou Qi asked.

After speaking for a long time, he became dumb. "You can sleep outside tonight." Fu Ye said in a hoarse voice, "I'm working, so hang up first."

"Oh, okay, hang up."

call ended.

Fu Ye lowered his eyes and opened the window in front of him. It was the end of November, and the cold wind rushed in through the opening.He unbuttoned his suit, carefully folded it, and placed it between his arms, covering the top section of suit trousers.

Zhou Qi went directly to r's "dressing room".

It was Captain Jiang's own boudoir. The five members of the first team made an appointment to change into women's clothes together, helping and supporting each other.

The door was unlocked, so Zhou Qi pushed the door open and went in.

It's like being hit in the head.

The four men, with "hehehe" smiles on their faces, pressed a little fat man—Captain Jiang face down on the bed, with his hands behind his back, his calf pulled to death, his head pushed into the quilt, and even I just don't know whose foot was on Jiang Zhengming's ass.

It's like an anti-pornography scene, and it's also like a pig slaughter scene.

Jiang Zhengming screamed like a pig: "Fuck!! Fuck/Your mother, let me go!! Who the hell put my foot on my ass, get out, move your foot away, I don't need you to wear it for me, let go !!"

Song Li smiled "hehehe": "Captain, no, you are too fat, we won't help you, you can't fit your skirt... Ala, raise your legs and put the safety pants on the captain."

"...Let go, don't, let go!! Those are your dad's underwear!!!"

"Stop screaming, shame on you." Zhou Qi lazily walked over, twirled a beautiful girl's green wig with his left hand, and pushed down Jiang Zhengming's head, which had been stretched up a few centimeters, with his right hand, "Don't move, brother is here to put a hat on for you gone."

"Fuck?? Why the fuck is it green?? Zhou Qi, let go of your dog's paw!! I will never wear a cuckold!!"

More than half an hour.

It took five people more than half an hour to change Captain Jiang's costume.

Jiang Zhengming collapsed on the bed, his green hair wet with sweat, like a pervert who had been brutally bullied and humiliated on the street.

Song Li stared wide-eyed, and reported: "Captain, your stockings are bursting!"

Jiang Zhengming: "...Get lost."

Women's clothing is custom made to fit the figure.Jiang Zhengming was obviously a size xxx[-]. He was six months pregnant, with big arms and round waist. He couldn't even use fake breasts. He was paralyzed on the bed, full of some mysterious and harmonious female radiance.

Allah, the top order of r, took out the custom-made size chart for women's clothing, checked Jiang Zhengming's measurements, and was amazed: "Fuck, captain, you can do it, bust 120, waist 115, hips 120, there is something about your measurements... "

Jiang Zhengming got up all of a sudden and threw a pillow over: "Get lost!"

Ala dodged nimbly, and his attention suddenly shifted to Zhou Qi, who was squinting and looking out the window on the surface, but actually secretly took pictures of Jiang Zhengming with his hands hidden underneath.

"Okay, brother." Ala walked over decisively, covering Zhou Qi with his body, and chatting with Zhou Qi on the surface, "Do you remember the measurements?"

Zhou Qi understood what he meant and smiled: "Remember, 86, 69, 82."

"Waist size 69?" Ala was stunned, "Being a star is awesome. My girlfriend's waist size is over 60, and she's not as tall as you. Is your waist so thin?"

Zhou Qi took ten consecutive shots at the bottom: "The company doesn't let you eat, who can do it."

Ala rubbed her chin, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Then you must look good in a skirt, right?"

Zhou Qi didn't react: "Huh?"

Zhou Qi didn't react, but Jiang Zhengming did. A carp jumped up from the bed with a "stab" sound from behind.Jiang Zhengming jumped out of the bed clutching his back, excited like a two-hundred-pound fat man: "Yes, yes, let this dog force you through!! Brothers, hold him down for me, no need, I will press him, you take him off Clothes, put the skirt and green hat on Zhou Qi!!"

Zhou Qi: "??!!"

Zhou Qi turned around and ran away.

Jiang Zhengming didn't arrive, but Ala blocked him. r The top laner is the tallest in the team, 1.9 meters high, one block by one person, like a mountain.Ala frowned fiercely, and began to be polite: "Brother Zhou, I think what the captain said makes sense. The person who comes is a guest. You have come here, can you not wear it. Brother Zhou, you vote, it is useless to run away." of."

Nemesis unhappy.

Male plus male.

Jiang Zhengming put the green hat on Zhou Qi's head with his backhand, with a look of joy on his face: "Return the green hat to you, take off the clothes yourself or shall we help you?"

Zhou Qi: "..."

Hold.

Zhou Qi didn't want to choose any of them, until he glanced at the window from the corner of his eye and smiled, "I'll take it off myself." With the green hat on his head crooked, Zhou Qi said as he walked towards the window, "Why don't you just wear a skirt? I'm sure I'll wear it if anyone sees it—have you closed your windows?"

Zhou Qi walked to the window, Jiang Zhengming was still grinning on the spot, waiting to watch the excitement.

It wasn't until Zhou Qi's hand touched the window that Jiang Zhengming suddenly remembered the last time he went to eat Malatang—Zhou Qi was more agile than a dog when he ran.

"Wait, don't let him..."

"Bang—" The window opened.

Except for Jiang Zhengming, r the other four people hadn't reacted yet, they just watched Zhou Qi escape through the window.

first floor.

Fu Ye came at [-]:[-].

r Live broadcast by the whole team, starting at ten o'clock.

The public training room is not well organized.Jiang Zhengming's room was not complete, only Jiang Zhengming.

Fu Ye stood by the door, his eyes lingered on Jiang Zhengming for a short tenth of a second, and then turned away unbearably, and said coldly, "Where's Zhou Qi?"

"..." Jiang Zhengming sneered twice, gritted his teeth and said, "That dog forced a person to eat supper."

Fu Ye raised his eyebrows: "Isn't he broadcasting live?"

"He's doing a live broadcast." Jiang Zhengming pointed to the window of his room, "Did you see this window? This is where he jumped through the window and ran, and none of the five people stopped him."

Fu Ye: "...Then where did he go for supper?"

"The mutton hot pot restaurant on Jingbei Road, private room 304." Jiang Zhengming thought that Fu Ye was Zhou Qi's boss, and he was afraid that he would rush over to punish Zhou Qi, so he quickly sold Zhou Qi clearly, "Zhou Qi slipped away half an hour ago ...Oh, he also sent me a hot pot selfie, here it is."

Fu Ye smiled: "Jingbei Road Hotpot 304?"

"Yes, it's here, you can't go wrong!" Jiang Zhengming was as attentive as a traitor leading the way for the prince.

Jiang Zhengming took out another bag from the back of the computer: "If you want to go find him, take this to him."

"what is this?"

Jiang Zhengming chuckled: "Rabbit ears, white stockings."

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