Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

That day, as soon as Pan Yang and Zhou Yang stepped out, they ran into Yun Jinzhuang. The man looked different from before, with dark circles under his eyes and a full beard.

"Pan Yang, do you really have to do this?" His voice was filled with sorrow, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Pan Yang blinked. What had he done? He hadn't done anything major lately.

“I accept that you don’t like me.” Yun Jinzhuang took a deep breath and looked at him with red eyes: “Stop it, spare the Yun family’s life, and I will not bother you anymore.”

"?"Um?

Pan Yang was puzzled. He had indeed been working on the Yun family recently, but he hadn't officially started; he had only made some minor moves. It shouldn't be enough to bring down the Yun family.

Seeing that Fan Yang remained silent, Yun Jinzhuang frowned, somewhat furious: "What exactly do you want? I just like you! I just like you! What did I do wrong!"

"You're not wrong?" Pan Yang was speechless upon hearing this: "If I'm not mistaken, you've probably tried to deal with the Ren family several times, and even had someone follow me."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of panic crossed Yun Jinzhuang's eyes, followed by a defiant "Yes! I want you! Why? We grew up together, yet you like him! Why? Tell me why!"

Yun Jinzhuang glared fiercely at Qi Zhouyang as he spoke, and their eyes met. He suddenly fell silent.

Qi Zhouyang's eyes were devoid of any emotion as he calmly watched him go mad, though the corners of his mouth were turned up as if mocking him, the loser.

In just a moment, he understood.

"It was you, wasn't it! You're the one who hired people to deal with me, weren't you!" Yun Jinzhuang shouted directly at Qi Zhouyang.

Seeing his appearance, Pan Yang frowned. Just as Yun Jinzhuang was about to pounce, Pan Yang flipped his hand, and Xiaoyao directly blocked Yun Jinzhuang.

Now Yun Jinzhuang no longer cared how strange the suddenly appearing sword was. As if he had been hit by a huge blow, he actually laughed out loud: "Qi Zhouyang, you're amazing, you're really amazing."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Qi Zhouyang said calmly.

"Ha." Yun Jinzhuang looked at Fan Yang and took a few steps back: "Fan Yang, you don't know, do you? Hahahaha, Qi Zhouyang is not as simple as you think."

He had barely finished speaking when he felt Qi Zhouyang's threatening gaze. He gritted his teeth and said, "Good luck." He didn't believe that if Huan Yang knew Qi Zhouyang's true colors, he would still like him. Right now, Huan Yang simply liked Qi Zhouyang's innocent appearance.

After saying that, Yun Jinzhuang left, leaving Huan Yang feeling completely bewildered. So, this person suddenly appeared just to talk about how miserable he was? It was utterly absurd.

Qi Zhouyang hugged Huan Yang, nuzzled his face against Huan Yang's neck, and said in a slightly aggrieved voice, "He likes you..."

Upon hearing his words, Pan Yang tossed Xiao Yao back into his spatial dimension and reached out to pat his head: "He's just an idiot, ignore him."

"Then will you not like me?" Qi Zhouyang's voice was low: "I can't hear, will you dislike me in the future?"

"I don't mind." Pan Yang was a little helpless, so he simply pulled Qi Zhouyang off him and looked at Qi Zhouyang with a very serious gaze: "I only like you, and I will only be with you. As for your other things, I don't care. As long as it's you, that's enough."

Hearing this, Qi Zhouyang was satisfied and smiled: "Okay, do you want to go see my art exhibition? It's the last day."

Pan Yang thought for a few seconds and nodded. Qi Zhouyang had invited him when the art exhibition first started, but he was too lazy to move, so he declined.

The two soon arrived at the art exhibition. It must be said that the venue was very large. When they first entered, there were almost all landscape paintings, and even some paintings that looked very artistic.

It must be said that Qi Zhouyang is very talented in painting, and there were many people at the exhibition.

After walking a while, the painting changed. There was an extra person in the painting, and if you looked closely, you could tell that it was none other than Fan Yang.

Qi Zhouyang held Pan Yang's hand, his voice gentle and even proud: "How is it? I've been working on this for a long time. This is my favorite piece."

"Very impressive." Pan Yang nodded, looking at the paintings on the wall. However, the paintings only featured himself. He sounded puzzled and asked without thinking, "Why didn't you get in the paintings?"

"Me?" Qi Zhouyang was taken aback. He looked at Fan Yang and blinked. As if he had thought of something, a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "In the future, when you draw, draw both of us in."

Pan Yang nodded in agreement: "Make it look cool." A big shot can't not be cool!

"it is good."

The art exhibition ended in the afternoon. Although Qi Zhouyang hired professionals to help move the paintings, he was still worried and did it himself for several of them.

By the time everything was finished, it was already dark.

Back home, I ate a quick meal and then went to wash up.

Pan Yang lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone out of boredom, when he heard the door open. Qi Zhouyang stood in the doorway, his hair dripping wet, wearing only a bath towel.

Before Pan Yang could even ask questions, he heard the person say, "Pan Yang, it seems your hearing aid is broken. I didn't put it away properly when I was taking a shower, and it got soaked in water."

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sure enough, he saw the hearing aid soaking in the water. It was obviously broken. Pan Yang turned his head and saw Qi Zhouyang standing there.

He sighed, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the water off Qi Zhouyang's head, then made Qi Zhouyang look at him and deliberately slowed his voice: "It's okay, we'll buy a new one tomorrow."

Qi Zhouyang read Huan Yang's words clearly, sniffed, and said, "I can't hear you. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure, just call me if you need anything." Pan Yang picked up a hairdryer and dried his hair before the two returned to the bedroom.

Qi Zhouyang lay down on his side next to Pan Yang, with no sound in his ears. Then he moved closer to Pan Yang and hugged him in his arms.

"Give me a hug, I can't hear anymore, I'm a little scared." His voice was filled with these pleading words.

Okay, Pan Yang didn't struggle. He just turned over to face Zhou Yang. Since Qi Zhou Yang couldn't hear, he didn't say anything. He just patted Zhou Yang's back to comfort him.

Qi Zhouyang smelled the fragrance around him, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes in the darkness.

The next morning, Pan Yang sat up in bed, still a little groggy. Qi Zhouyang was standing in Pan Yang's bedroom, just dressed.

Pan Yang turned his eyes, seemingly still not fully awake.

Seeing his appearance, Qi Zhouyang's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion. He took out clothes from the wardrobe, walked to the bedside, and helped Huan Yang put them on: "Get up, breakfast is ready."

After getting dressed, Huan Yang was fully awake and casually rubbed Qi Zhou Yang's head.