Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

“Mm.” Pan Yang didn’t refute, and nodded: “So you’re mine.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow and looked at Fan Yang, his smile undiminished: "I can be quite dangerous."

"Oh." Anyway, I'm not in danger.

Pan Yang stood up, took a pillow and a blanket from the room, and tossed them to Zhou Yang: "Go to sleep, don't even think about running away." Still a little worried, he simply called Xiao Yao out and put her on the table.

After doing all that, he went back to his bedroom to rest.

Zhou Yang naturally closed his eyes, but after a moment of tranquility, he suddenly opened them. He walked over to the window and was about to open it when Xiaoyao, who was sitting quietly on the table, suddenly blocked the window.

Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised. This sword was truly strange. After trying it a few times, he found that he had no chance at all. Just as he was considering whether to use his ability to leave, the bracelet inexplicably flashed.

He glanced at the bracelet, then at Xiaoyao, and finally lay back down on the sofa.

The next morning, Pan Yang came out of the bedroom and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Zhou Yang sitting on the sofa, obediently fiddling with his phone.

"What is this?" Zhou Yang waved his phone.

“A cell phone,” Pan Yang replied, taking a few steps closer. “You don’t know what a cell phone is?”

Zhou Yang shrugged. He had only recently woken up and had no experience with human gadgets: "So what's the use?"

“You can contact others, play games online, and share your daily life.” Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang, then changed the subject: “You can eat.”

001: "..." He didn't want to say anything more about the host's behavior.

Zhou Yang glanced at his phone and then at Pan Yang with some doubt: "You're lying to me."

"Yeah, I was just kidding." Pan Yang said in a matter-of-fact manner, which left Zhou Yang speechless.

After washing up, Pan Yang looked at the mess in the kitchen and couldn't believe it. He came out of the kitchen and grabbed Zhou Yang's collar with some annoyance: "What did you do to the kitchen?"

"You mean that room? I was just curious and looked around a bit." Zhou Yang blinked, feigning innocence.

Pan Yang took a deep breath. Well, he's a hidden figure, he's Zhou Yang, I can't argue with him. Then he slung his backpack over his shoulder and said, "I'm going to school. Don't cause trouble at home."

"Go to school?" Zhou Yang's eyes flickered, then he sat up from the sofa: "I'll go with you."

Before Fan Yang could speak, Zhou Yang continued, "You say you like me, but you don't keep me by your side. Tsk, how heartless." He clutched his chest, but there was no sadness on his face; in fact, he even had a smile on his face.

Pan Yang wondered if it was too late to throw him back onto the street. Of course not. He took a deep breath: "Change your clothes." This outfit was too conspicuous.

Then the two of them, a vampire and a human, arrived at the school. Pan Yang took the bread he had bought and ate it as he walked to his classroom.

There were already many vampires in this school, so not many people were surprised or tried to stop Zhou Yang from appearing next to Huan Yang. After all, ordinary people couldn't afford to mess with vampires.

Zhou Yang was quite decisive and sat down in the empty seat next to Huan Yang, because Huan Yang had offended Sean before, so no one dared to sit next to him.

Anfei looked at Huan Yang, then at the extra person beside him, and walked over in a few steps: "Huan Yang, who is this?"

"Zhou Yang."

"Is this the Zhou Yang you're looking for?" Anfeier looked Zhou Yang up and down, and when she saw Zhou Yang's eyes, she took a step back inexplicably with fear. This aura was overwhelming; Zhou Yang was definitely not an ordinary vampire.

Upon hearing Anfeier's words, Zhou Yang propped his head up and looked at Pan Yang: "You inquired about me before?"

“Yeah, is that not allowed?” Pan Yang glanced at Zhou Yang.

Then Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Of course."

Pan Yang nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Anfeier: "Do you have any blood packs? Give me a few, I'll pay you back later."

Upon hearing this, Anfil took two blood packs from his desk drawer and placed them in front of Zhou Yang: "Consider it a gift for you."

"Be careful lately. It seems like Sean's family is up to something, and Sean himself seems to be involved in something too. Just be careful," Anfield warned.

Then Sean walked into the classroom. He didn't return to his seat but came up to Pan Yang and glanced at Anfeel. Vampires have very good hearing, so he heard everything Anfeel said.

"Anfield, you should think more about your own family matters. Your sister seems to be getting too big for her britches," Sean said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Don't bother with that." Anfil said through gritted teeth. Her younger sister was the child born to her father after her mother fell into a deep sleep, born to a human. She wanted nothing more than to kill that person immediately, but her father doted on her younger sister.

Sean snorted coldly and looked at Pan Yang, saying, "Let's settle things after what happened before. How about we meet at the school gymnasium at midnight tonight?"

"What do you want to do?" Anfield looked at Sean warily.

Sean ignored him completely, instead continuing to look at Pan Yang, and suddenly chuckled: "You're not scared, are you? Well, you're just a weak person after all."

“Okay,” Pan Yang said, his face showing no particular emotion.

Sean, satisfied with the answer he wanted, returned to his seat and glanced at the vampire who had appeared next to Pan Yang, but he didn't pay much attention to him.

Anfil frowned: "You'd better not go." Although she hadn't been back often lately, she knew that there was infighting among the nobles, and the death of a human at this time was insignificant; even vampire hunters would handle it hastily.

"I won't die." Pan Yang said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't worried at all, and nothing could frighten him.

Seeing this, Anfil did not try to persuade her to return to her seat. After all, as a vampire, she had already done more than enough to offer this advice.

If Pan Yang really doesn't know what's good for him, then we won't care about her at all.

Zhou Yang tapped the table to attract Huan Yang's attention, and then said, "You seem to be quite popular with the vampires."

"It doesn't matter anyway." As he spoke, Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang's blond hair and, as if possessed, reached out and ruffled it. "I only like you."

Zhou Yang clearly hadn't expected Pan Yang to make a move. He straightened his disheveled hair and looked at Pan Yang's blood-red eyes, a hint of emotion flashing across them: "That's truly my honor."