Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“I've always loved your book, but you've always been mysterious on the internet and won't reveal any of your information. ”

“I found a lot of ways, plus a coincidence, to find out my address and create my first coincidence. ”

Zhaomei had a slight grievance between his eyes: "But you ignored me at all. ”

Trumu remembers the first time they met, a girl with long white skirts, beautiful as the first love of all adolescent dreams.

... but if you can say it, you are a very good liar.

Still, the normal people don't care about her, do they?

Chumu did not speak, Zhao continued to complain:

“I really can't help it, I can only make up excuses to lie to you. ”

She was very sincere, and Trumu almost believed it.

However, with the knowledge of the front car, this belief is just “near”.

So Trumu still smiled, “I don't believe it. ”

Zhao opened his mouth to say something, but Chumu shouted, "Listen to me. ”

“First of all, how do you know that Snow Sea hasn't lied to me when you're stopping me from saying I'm going to fuck a little guy? ”

“Secondly, I locked you out of the door. How did you break through the door in a flash and get into the room under my nose? ”

“Thirdly, what is that holographic brain simulation that helped me write? ”

If it weren't for these things, how could Trumu believe that Zhao's futuristic guest remarks sounded frightening?

And Zhao's confession just now doesn't explain these things at all.

Zhao opened his mouth and said, "These are marshmallows!"

This is my plug-in in the world!

These are the plugins that make me your plugin 1

But I can't even tell you that.

She was hesitant to say anything but what she wanted and couldn't say.

“I...”

“Forget it.” Chumu made a sudden noise.

He let go and took a step back, as if the gentleman had returned with courtesy.

“Just offended, I'm sorry. ”

Zhao:?

Intuition told her that Trumu's choice to step back was not a good thing.

She's in a bit of a hurry.

Looking down at Chumu, Zhao took the initiative to take a step forward and grabbed his sweater sleeve.

Chumu looked up at her.

Zhao also looked at him.

“There are some things I can't explain to you. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.” Zhao said.

“I didn't confess to you at first because of your attitude toward the reader and your insistence on not being connected to reality. I'm afraid you know who I am, just keep your distance from me. ”

“Besides this, and the lie I lied--”

Zhao accidentally bit his lip: “Everything else is true. ”

“I am sad that you have been stolen by others. I like your book for eight years. I hope you can write more easily. I hope you achieve more. I am willing to help you take the lead. I hope you are happy...”

Azhao grabbed his sleeve tightly, with a slightly less perceptible wingspan in his tone: “I asked you that day, and you said," Whatever it is, you will forgive me. ”

“Chumu, Chunqiu...”

“You don't blame me, do you? ”

Trumu didn't speak, he lifted his sleeve and seemed to want to pull it out.

Zhao refused to let go.

Chumu: “… let go. ”

Zhao: “No! ”

Trumu seemed helpless and sighed, his eyes spreading with an invisible laugh: "How can you let me hug you? ”