After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

Sometimes, Zhao Xiaokui’s fans feel that they are really miserable.

Other people’s idols have selfies on Weibo, paparazzi, and fan encounters, while their own cooking is open once every three months and disappears after the business, just like the world has evaporated.

Therefore, when the photos of Zhao Xiaokui appearing downstairs in Shen's Entertainment Building were posted online, the little sunflowers wept with joy.

"The missing person finally appeared!"

"Sense! Heaven! Move! Earth!"

"Ah, my daughter's mother begs you to turn around and let her take a look at the front."

The person who was taking pictures is not hidden, Zhao Xiaokui only turned his head slightly and found the direction of the camera.

The girl with the mobile phone saw that the master found herself, showing a sly smile, and hurriedly said: "I will delete it immediately."

Zhao Xiaokui smiled, "No, it's okay, remember to take me better."

The girl clenched a fist and said firmly and firmly as if she was undertaking some important task: "Definitely, you can rest assured!"

"The elevator is here." Shen Zhifei reminded.

Zhao Xiaokui nodded to the girl taking the picture, pressed the hat on her head, and walked into the elevator.

They arrived very early. At this time there were not many people working, and there were only two people in the elevator.

Zhao Xiaokui walked in, took Shen Zhifei's hand, and hooked her palm with his finger.

Vinegar jar.

Shen Zhifei grabbed the messy hand, and when he got off the elevator, he dragged people into his office, resolutely not letting others notice Zhao Xiaokui.

The girl who sneaked a photo of Zhao Xiaokui, silly waved to the elevator, waited for the elevator to open again, and it was empty before flipping her mobile phone excitedly.

In the album, dozens of consecutively taken photos accurately recorded Zhao Xiaokui's moments from the moment when Zhao Xiaokui was slightly stunned when he found the mobile phone to show a smile.

She clutched her chest, and could clearly feel the small heart beating violently.

"It's too good to watch..." She couldn't restrain her inner excitement, and quickly typed text on Weibo, and said excitedly, "What kind of fairy is Zhao Xiaokui? I haven't caught an ugly picture with continuous shooting. Each one is like a fairy going down to the earth, these eyes, this nose, this mouth... oh oh yeah, everybody, I have fallen, I solemnly declare that today I am her little sunflower! Even if I die, I will die too. In her prosperous beauty."

The phone dinged and gave out a crisp reminder.

Bai Jingru lowered her head and opened the screen.

She specially invited someone to write a program, and all news related to Zhao Xiaokui would be pushed to her mobile phone as soon as possible.

In the picture, the girl in the white dress has a shallow smile and bright amber eyes, as if there are stars shining inside.

All the darkness in the world seemed to recede before her eyes, leaving only the beautiful sunshine and flowers.

Bai Jingru gently stroked the screen with her fingers, showing a smile.

Some people can make her feel the beauty of the world just by watching.

All morning, nothing happened.

When Shen Zhifei was busy with work, Zhao Xiaokui was not idle either.

She checked Weibo, and at the reminder of her fans, she finally remembered that she still had the identity of an artist.

"Oh, we don't have high expectations of the baby, as long as she remembers to sing."

Remember... a fart.

During this period of time, Zhao Xiaokuilang almost forgot what he called.

I asked Shen Zhi for a blank notebook, and she sat on the hospitality sofa and began to write songs.

Ordinary creators may need the assistance of musical instruments to write scores, but for people like Zhao Xiaokui who can automatically show the effects of various musical instruments when they see the notes, it is completely unnecessary. You need to give her a piece of paper and write down the things in her mind.

Zhao Xiaokui is sensitive to sound and music. Otherwise, he would not have written a few hit songs before he was eighteen years old to push Zhao Zijin to the altar.

Her creations have always been casual, no subject, no goal, whatever she thinks is what she thinks of, and the notes are beating freely in her mind. Zhao Xiaokui sometimes feels that she is not creating, but recording.

Record what is already there.

After writing down the last note, Zhao Xiaokui went back to examine his work.

Without lyrics, she hummed softly in her voice.

Her voice was so small that Shen Zhifei, who was at work at the beginning, didn't even notice her humming.

She didn't realize what was wrong until she unconsciously put down the work in her hands, closed her eyes, and a deep sea appeared in front of her eyes.

She recovered from the singing, stood up, walked to the office door, opened the door, and looked out.

Sure enough, the entire Shen's entertainment staff had a dreamlike expression.

Shen Zhifei suddenly got up and the sound of footsteps interrupted Zhao Xiaokui's thoughts. Without knowing what she had done, she turned her head and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhifei wiped his face, let out the door, and said, "You can see it for yourself."

Putting down his crossed legs, Zhao Xiaokui, who came over with paper and pen, looked at it suspiciously.

Her expression instantly stiffened on her face.

She turned her head and stammered: "But, but I didn't do anything..."

She tried to remember whether she had used her extraordinary abilities, but the extraordinary energy in her body was dormant, and she was so obedient that she could no longer be obedient. There was no sign of trouble.

Someone in the office came back to their senses one after another, with a look of enjoyment: "It sounds so good..."

Someone stretched his waist and sighed: "Who played this song? I feel like I'm swimming in the deep sea, so comfortable."

There is also humanity: "My deep-sea phobia has been cured."

But no one can find out who played the song.

Everyone looked at each other, "Go to the next door and ask?"

The person next door said that he didn't hear any singing.

The people of Shen's entertainment group turned their eyes to the boss's office.

If it is impossible externally, then...

In the office.

"Then can I still post this song?" Zhao Xiaokui looked at Shen Zhifei wrongly, waiting for her to give an answer.

Shen Zhifei pondered for a moment, and said: "We have to figure out whether it is the song or yours."

Zhao Xiaokui nodded, "All right, then I'll find someone to try."

She called Lin Bai over.

Lin Bai was idle as well. After listening to her request, he quickly found the instrument in the night-keeper, converted the input sheet music into music, and even synthesized the human voice.

With professional analysis equipment, he got the result in just two hours, "After the song you created was released, the detected wavelength did match some hypnotic music. By the way, there is one more thing. I don’t know if it’s my illusion. When listening to songs, my headache seems to be relieved a bit."

"Have you not seen the hallucinations?"

"No." Lin Bai affirmed, "but after listening to it, whether it is body or mind, there is a feeling of relaxation, similar to the effect caused by hypnotic music."

"Have you been in a trance?"

"No." Lin Bai continued to give a negative answer, "If your description is true, I suggest you go back to the base and try it. It is very likely that your voice and the song have combined to create an unknown effect. "

Zhao Xiaokui: "..."

There is no other way anyway.

With the effort of delivering documents, the secretary scanned Shen Zhifei's office without a trace, trying to find out if there were any speakers that were missed by his memory.

But she only found a biological speaker called Zhao Xiaokui.

"Did you ask?"

As soon as he came out, someone asked.

"No, there are no speakers in the boss's office, nor can it be a song on the phone. The boss can't do this kind of thing."

The picture of Shen Zhifei using her mobile phone to expand appeared in the mind of the lady secretary, and she shook her head to erase the scene of such spicy eyes.

She lowered her throat and said mysteriously: "But I saw Miss Zhao seem to be writing a song. I suspect that the voice we heard just now was Miss Zhao humming."

Some people wondered, "Is this kind of voice really something a human voice can make?"

The secretary rolled her eyes, "You can't do it, can someone else do it?"

Others expressed their expectations for the new song, especially the little sunflowers hidden in Shen's entertainment.

"When Kwai Bao disappeared, she was in retreat. We didn't miss her. Oh, our lovely Kwai Bao is different from those glamorous and cheap products that are open every day..."

Zhao Xiaokui, who has long forgotten that he is still an artist: "..."

I don't have one, don't talk nonsense!

At twelve o'clock, the morning work came to an end.

Shen Zhifei took Zhao Xiaokui out for dinner and walked out of the building. Zhao Xiaokui glanced outside and suddenly saw the cafe where the two met for the first time.

She took Shen Zhifei to look in that direction, "Wow, do you remember? It was there when we first met. As soon as I opened my eyes, you said you would give me five million."

Shen Zhifei also recalled the girl who took off all her makeup when she went to the bathroom.

That amazing glance is still imprinted in her heart.

Sometimes the fate between people is really unspeakable. A few months ago, she would never have thought that she would become a couple with the girl next to her.

But some things, when she saw Zhao Xiaokui coming out of the bathroom with water drops on her face, it seemed that she had already been doomed.

She was destined to be with the person before her.

Seeing a familiar cafe, Zhao Xiaokui's lips turned upwards uncontrollably when thinking of the fate of the two.

She said: "Have I ever told you that when I pushed the five million back, I was actually overwhelmed. I didn't dare to look at the check more, for fear that I would hesitate and show my stuff in front of you. "

Shen Zhifei hooked his lips.

She actually noticed Zhao Xiaokui's entanglement at the time. The little mermaid thought it was a good cover, but it was really easy to see the heartache that seemed to have lost candy.

At that time, she hadn't thought of things like soul conversion, but thought that Zhao Xiaokui in front of her was really...somewhat cute.

And the woman mentioned in the information are two people.

Unexpectedly, it was really two people.

She suggested: "Sit down after dinner."

Zhao Xiaokui raised both hands in agreement, "Good, good."

The two of them found a hotel outside and simply had lunch, and Zhao Xiaokui urged Shen Zhifei to go to the cafe.

Surprisingly, the table where the two met for the first time happened to be empty. Zhao Xiaokui quickly grabbed the position and greeted Shen Zhifei to come over.

"What do you need?" The waiter waited for the two to sit down before asking.

Shen Zhifei took the menu, "A cup of black coffee, a cup of cappuccino, the latter with more sugar and cinnamon, and some desserts."

After she ordered, she asked Zhao Xiaokui, "Is there anything else you want?"

Zhao Xiaokui, who has always had choice phobia, shook her head. She didn't want to choose from a menu. It was easier to leave this troublesome thing to Shen Zhifei.

"No, I just had a full meal, these are enough!"

The waiter who lowered his head to record the menu on the tablet heard this voice, suddenly raised his head, showing a surprised expression, and quickly bowed his head restrained.

Zhao Xiaokui didn't care about this detail. After the waiter left, she stroked her skirt and took off her hat. Her eyes were shining: "Quickly, tell me you want to give me five million and let me leave your fiance."

Only then did Shen Zhifei understand why she urged herself to come to the cafe so anxiously.

She was amused in her heart, but still cooperating with Zhao Xiaokui’s sudden addiction to the drama, she instantly raised her face, using the small coaster on the table as a check, pressing it with two fingers, and arrogantly pushing towards Zhao Xiaokui, "Miss Zhao, This is five million. I hope you know yourself and can leave my fiancé."

Zhao Xiaokui "sneered": "I want to send me five million, do you think I'm picking up garbage?"

Shen Zhifei's expression remained unchanged, and said: "Then how much does Ms. Zhao think she is worth?"

Zhao Xiaokui moved forward, stretched out his fingers, hooked Shen Zhifei's chin, and said ambiguously, "My dear, what do you think?"

Shen Zhifei rowed away Zhao Xiaokui's hand, like a fiancee who was offended by a rival, frowned and said with a serious face: "Miss Zhao, I hope you can be more serious."

Zhao Xiaokui snorted, "Baby, why don't you know what I really want? Do you think I am after your fiancé? The people I like, from beginning to end, are you. As for That man, it’s just fun, don’t take it too seriously, I don’t have anything to him, I’m with him just to get closer to you."

Under the tablecloth, Zhao Xiaokui gently hooked Shen Zhifei's calf with his toes, "Your fiance is a scumbag, there is nothing worthy of your nostalgia, baby, how about thinking about me?"

Under the tabletop, Shen Zhifei's hands holding the tablecloth kept tightening.

She helplessly said: "Converge a little bit."

Zhao Xiaokui retracted his feet and went into the play in an instant, "I wanted to do this a long time ago. Every time I saw the poor heroine in a TV series being punished by the hero's fiancée, I couldn't put the two together, wow this It feels so cool to plant a green actor."

Shen Zhifei: "..."

What kind of experience is it when a girlfriend is a dramatist?