Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Fang Zhouyang took a deep breath but ultimately said nothing.

In the afternoon, Pan Yang followed the daily checklist, massaging Fang Zhouyang's legs at what time and doing what at what time. It was really a bit difficult for him, as this was the first time in his life he had served someone like this.

Pan Yang sat on the sofa and watched Fang Zhouyang play the piano quietly. It had to be said that it was indeed beautiful, but that didn't stop Pan Yang from being uninterested. He yawned as he listened.

Fang Zhouyang finished playing a piece and saw that Fan Yang looked sleepy. You should know that he is worth hundreds of thousands, or even tens of millions, for each piece he plays. How could this guy be so sleepy?

"Ahem." He coughed twice on purpose.

Then, without any attempt to hide it, Pan Yang yawned again and clapped his hands, saying, "Well played."

Fang Zhouyang was somewhat speechless, then rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want to learn to play the piano?"

“I won’t learn it.” Pan Yang refused without hesitation.

“You learn.” Fang Zhouyang stared at Fan Yang.

Pan Yang sighed, stood up from the sofa, and moved a chair to sit next to the piano.

What are you going to teach me?

"How about Beethoven's Pathétique?" Fang Zhouyang asked with a smile, knowing without a doubt that a novice couldn't possibly learn it.

"I'll give it a try." Pan Yang twisted his wrist, placed his hand on the piano, and began to play somewhat awkwardly.

Although I wasn't very skilled, I played every note correctly, only pausing occasionally.

"You can play the piano?" Fang Zhouyang was somewhat surprised.

"I know a little bit," Pan Yang said, without continuing to play.

Fang Zhouyang became interested: "Who did you learn from?"

"..." Pan Yang clicked his tongue impatiently: "My father."

"Your father..." Fang Zhouyang didn't press further, glancing at the piano and gently pressing a few keys: "What time is it?"

"It's 10 p.m., you should be going to bed."

"Hmm..." He didn't say anything until Pan Yang pushed him into the bedroom.

Without a second thought, Pan Yang picked him up from the wheelchair and placed him on the bed, then immediately began to strip him of his clothes.

Fang Zhouyang was startled and tugged at his clothes: "What are you doing!"

"Don't you change your clothes before you go to sleep?" Pan Yang looked at him with some doubt. Did this kid sleep in the same clothes all the time? If he went out to perform in a suit, did he sleep in the same suit as him?

"I can change myself, just give me the clothes." Fang Zhouyang's ears turned slightly red as he spoke awkwardly.

Pan Yang looked at him with some suspicion, and Fang Zhouyang coughed twice and repeated, "I can change it myself."

Pan Yang took the clothes out of the wardrobe and placed them next to Fang Zhouyang, but showed no intention of leaving. Fang Zhouyang was somewhat at a loss.

"Aren't you going out?"

"Let me see if what you're saying is true," Pan Yang said matter-of-factly.

"You." Fang Zhouyang had finally seen what shamelessness meant, but the man remained expressionless and serious, as if he really wanted to see if he could change his clothes.

After a long standoff, seeing that Huan Yang still showed no sign of leaving, he gritted his teeth and took off his shirt, quickly pulling on his pajamas. But changing his pants made him feel even more uncomfortable and awkward.

Before he could react, Pan Yang walked to the bedside and pulled off his pants, then quickly helped him put them back on.

"How could you..." Fang Zhouyang was speechless with emotion, but then he thought about it and realized that it was just a man being difficult.

Pan Yang clapped his hands: "You're dawdling too much, go to sleep." He walked to the door and turned off the light.

"Call me if anything happens, don't try to be strong on your own."

Fang Zhouyang snorted coldly without answering, and after a long while, he took a deep breath and fell asleep.

After that, he lived a very disciplined life. Although he sometimes seemed impatient, he was always very careful and meticulous in his work.

One day, Pan Yang pushed Fang Zhou Yang out to sunbathe. This wasn't on the list, but Pan Yang had no doubt that if Fang Zhou Yang didn't go out to sunbathe, his skin color would really be almost like that of a dead person.

Sunbathing seemed to be on the previous list, but no one knew how many times he had made a fuss, and no one dared to push him outside. However, Huan Yang didn't care about that and just pushed him out.

Aside from being a little unhappy, Fang Zhouyang didn't have any other reaction, except for the words "I'm not happy" clearly written on his face.

We pushed the cart to the square in the community to bask in the sun. There weren't many people around; most of the children were at school, and only a few elderly men were playing chess.

Pan Yang sat on the bench next to him, playing on his phone: "Let's go back after an hour in the sun. I'll make you whatever you want for lunch."

Fang Zhouyang watched him swipe his phone screen, snorted coldly, and looked away.

Pan Yang glanced at him, his tone rather arrogant, and turned off his phone: "Want to watch those old men play chess? How about I show you a move?"

"You know how to play chess?"

"You can't now, but you will in a little while." Pan Yang pushed him to the group of old men, sat down, and said, "How about we play a game of chess, grandpa?"

When the old man saw that it was a young man, he immediately laughed and said that there weren't many kids who wanted to play chess with them these days. Everyone at home was busy, so who would play with old men like them?

"Let's play a game, let's play a game." The old man chuckled as he restored the chess pieces, then picked up his brewed goji berry tea and took a sip.

Then he vomited all over the floor, staring at the chessboard in shock: "Wait, how did you just move your pawn over all of these and capture my king?"

"Special forces," Pan Yang said in a serious tone.

The old man burst out laughing and shook his head: "No, no."

Then she was shocked: "How did your cannon go so far over the target?"

"Atomic bomb."

"..."

Fang Zhouyang suppressed a laugh, and finally watched as the old man glared and puffed out his beard, while Pan Yang spoke seriously and expressionlessly: "I'm playing a new type of chess, it's just that you don't know how to play it."

The old man was almost driven to the point of vomiting blood. Fang Zhouyang couldn't stand it anymore and stopped Pan Yang from continuing to infuriate him: "Let's play a game together."

The old man looked at him cautiously: "Young man, you're not into some new kind of chess, are you?"

"I don't know the new type of chess."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Here you go, here you go."

Pan Yang shrugged. "Seriously, all big shots are so lonely."

After several rounds, Fang Zhouyang and the old man were tied. Looking at the sky, it was almost noon. Since they chatted for a few more minutes, they decided to go home for lunch.

Pan Yang naturally pushed him home as well, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

"You're deliberately trying to upset that old man, aren't you?" Fang Zhouyang said.

"Who said I made him angry? I'm serious."

Fang Zhouyang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, then took a deep breath and said, "Thank you." How could he not know that Huan Yang was just trying to make him happy and to make him less resistant to going out?

Pan Yang did not respond to him and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.