Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chumu: “…”

He looked at the girl in front of him.

He had no friends in J City but a few small ones, and no one knew anything about writing.

Snow Sea stole his ideas, and he didn't tell anyone except Nansen.

How does she know she's being reckoned with by a dwarf?

Trumu, who believes in science, does not believe in the gossip of Azhao.

He stood at the door and glanced at Zhao: “Are you listening to my phone? ”

Zhao: “...”

She smiled, “No. ”

Chumu said indifferently: "I don't believe in fate, I don't trust He Xuanshi. Please come back. ”

Zhao thought about it and said, “Are you sure you want me to go? ”

Without waiting for Chumu to answer, she took half a step forward, almost in one place with Chumu.

“I know you're having a hard time right now, unhappy, eager to retaliate against the little man who stole from you. ”

Zhao stuck to his ear and said softly: "I can help you with all this. ”

The next moment, she was pushed away by Trumu.

“Ma'am, we're single men and women, but it's better to keep an eye out. ”

Zhao: “...”

Trumu said positively, "I don't know what you want from me, but I know there's no lunch in the world for nothing. You want something from me, it's bound to be more than that. I don't want to make any deals with you, so, bye. ”

He said, "Close the door, lock it, blow it."

Chumu turned around and relieved himself.

Such close proximity, such a stunning beauty, is indeed a great test for any man.

Yet...

When he saw the figure sitting on the sofa, the chill suddenly spread all over his body.

Trumu can even feel his sweat all up.

He's sure!

I just locked people out.

So how did she get into the house, bypassing her own vision?

Chumu looked out the window unconsciously and the sun was shining.

It's not haunting in the middle of the day, is it?

Feeling his eyes, A Zhao looked up and smiled at him.

In peace of mind, this smile is bright and moving.

Trumu took a step backwards and was ready to open the door.

Open... can't open!

The door lock looks broken and doesn't move.

He leaned against the door and set his mind: “You... you just..."

Zhao very casually peeled himself an orange, looked at him, the tone was helpless: “I talk to you well, you don't listen, people have to take some tough measures. ”

Chumu took out his phone, or else the signal was blank.

You can't even call the police.

“What do you want?” Trumu tries to calm his voice.

Zhao: “...”

“I told you, I'm here to help you. Why don't you believe it? ”

Chumu: “…”

Combining the performance of this mysterious girl from beginning to end, he feels that his reaction should be a normal human response.

She's the retard, isn't she?

Azhao looked at his expression and frowned: “Forget it, I'll just say it. ”

Trumu looked at her in confusion.

“I'm actually here for you. ”

A Zhao pointed to himself: “I come from the year 3388, that is, more than a thousand years later, the future owner of Apocalypse Literature. ”

Chumu: “???? ”

What are you talking about?

He thought about it and said, “I believe you're a fortune teller now. ”

——

Chumu: Compared, I chose to believe the hottie.

See you in the afternoon ~