Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rao didn't know anything about what happened after he left. He was still on the sofa when he woke up. It took a long time for me to think that this is the home of the waste writer Yu Bajiang.

"Eight rivers of fish, eight rivers of fish."

Yubajiang is eating takeout in the house. When he hears someone calling him, he kicks his slippers and opens the door. When he sees Ji Rao, who is already sitting up, he picks up his sword eyebrows and says, "Yo, you're back."

He took out his mobile phone and pointed it twice. "It's very good. The task has been completed very well."

Ji Rao moved his body as if it had not moved for a long time, and his bones made a slight sound of clicking. "How can I calculate the time? I've been there for several years. How long has it been in reality?"

"At least for a moment, at most for half a month. Don't worry, it won't consume your time."

"But I still go to school."

"Pretend to be ill and ask for an annual leave. Anyway, your family is so rich that you can't starve to death. "

Ji Rao glanced at him and sneered, "do you know my family has money? I've done a lot of homework. "

"It was."

"Well Ji Rao stood up from the sofa. "You said before that you could satisfy my wish. Is that true?"

"Really, really, really! You asked last time. "

"Then you can help me find someone, and you can also find them."

"It's a piece of cake."

Ji Rao looks at Yu Bajiang suspiciously. He always feels that the author is not reliable.

But he was quickly distracted by another thing.

His stomach is screaming.

"I'm hungry."

Fish eight river shook the mobile phone in the hand, "I help you order take out."

"Thank you."

"Do you want stewed chicken?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll order it." Yubajiang paid the money quickly.

"Thank you." Thank you again.

Yu Bajiang waved his hand like a hero, "it's OK. I'll turn later. I have a coupon, and I have reduced you two yuan. According to our friendship, you don't have to pay it back, when I invite you. "

Ji Rao

After dinner, Ji Rao goes to yubajiang's room to find him. As soon as he goes in, it smells like rice. Yubajiang is sitting on a chair, charging with a video game mobile phone. His rice noodle soup and donkey meat bags were piled on the table. There are still several coke bottles under the table. Ji Rao's eyes turned, and the quilt was not folded yet. It was kneaded into a ball and arched on the bed.

Thanks to the fish, this pig can live in this pig's nest.

Ji Rao kicked the coke bottle away. "I want to go back first."

"Go back." Yu Bajiang waved his hand and didn't even raise his head. He didn't care.

"When do I go to the next world?"

"Three days at most. As you know, the sooner you finish this kind of thing, the better. "

"Well." Ji Rao raises her foot and goes out. She comes back like something. She takes an uncovered pen from the desk and leaves a phone on the back of the takeaway paper.

"Here, my cell phone number."

Yubajiang gave a hum.

Ji Rao went out.

Standing at the bottom of the community, basking in the warm sun, he saw passers-by riding bicycles and trams passing by. He watched people walking dogs and holding babies talking and laughing, and watched private cars passing in front of him. All of a sudden, everything was untrue.

Without those layers of crisscross highways, without those skyscrapers to build flyovers, without the magnetic levitation vehicles that don't touch the ground, and without the robots that follow the owners.