Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"I wasn't forced." As he spoke, Pan Yang glanced at Zhou Yang, who was staring at him expectantly. Although Zhou Yang's expression was just as blank as Pan Yang's, Pan Yang inexplicably saw a hint of grievance in him.

Pan Yang looked away and turned to Zhou's mother, speaking earnestly, "I chose to be with Zhou Yang voluntarily. There were some misunderstandings and disagreements before, which may have caused you to misunderstand."

Looking at Pan Yang's polite demeanor, the boatwoman opened her mouth, somewhat embarrassed, and asked, "This?"

Zhou Yang walked to Pan Yang's side, took Pan Yang's hand, and looked at Zhou's mother, as if silently telling her, "See, I told you he likes me, but you didn't believe me."

"Well, I misunderstood. As long as you two are alright, that's all that matters." Zhou's mother walked to Huan Yang's side and asked in a low voice, "Child, do you really like Zhou Yang?"

“I really like him.” Pan Yang nodded, his tone serious. “You don’t need to worry about anything.”

"That's good. If Zhou Yang bullies you, you must tell me." Zhou's mother said, looking the two of them over, and finally sighed. It was good that he hadn't been kidnapped, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to make it up to the child.

Zhou Yang returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

The boatwoman sat for a while, and after confirming several times that Pan Yang was indeed acting voluntarily, she added his contact information before leaving with peace of mind.

The meal was quickly prepared and was quite sumptuous. Pan Yang sat at the table and looked at Zhou Yang: "What is the mental illness your mother mentioned?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang served the soup to Pan Yang and placed it in front of him, then shook his head: "It's nothing, it's not serious, I've been taking my medicine properly."

"Really?" Pan Yang frowned.

"Really!" Zhou Yang nodded and said honestly, "I didn't take my medicine for the past few days, but I'm taking it now, so you don't need to be afraid."

“I’m not scared.” Pan Yang shook his head, his dark eyes looking at Zhou Yang, making Zhou Yang look into them: “Your body can’t have any problems, Zhou Yang, you have to take good care of yourself.”

"Mm." Zhou Yang nodded again, then put another piece of meat on Pan Yang's plate.

Seeing this, Fan Yang didn't continue. Anyway, if Zhou Yang didn't listen, he could just use force. It wasn't a big deal.

The next day, Pan Yang was walking home. It wasn't far, only a ten-minute walk. Pan Yang arrived at his front door, opened it, and went inside.

As Zhou Yang entered, Pan Yang quickly felt a strange sensation, as if countless eyes were watching him. Pan Yang glanced around the house, then looked at Zhou Yang beside him, his voice flat and emotionless: "You pressed the camera button."

"I..." Zhou Yang opened his mouth, unsure whether Pan Yang was angry or not.

Did you press the button in the bathroom?

"No." Zhou Yang shook his head: "They're only in the living room and kitchen; they're not installed anywhere else."

"How many did you press?" Pan Yang rolled his eyes.

"Eleven."

Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang. Eleven of them? That's a 360-degree view without any blind spots. He took a deep breath and could only say, "Impressive, as expected of you."

Pan Yang walked into the bedroom, took out his suitcase. The original owner didn't have many clothes. He came back this time for two reasons: one was to get some important documents and his ID card, and the other was to let Sister Song know that he was safe and sound.

"Pan Yang, you still know how to come home! I was about to think you had given up your acting career! Miao Miao was looking for you so hard, you're really something, you didn't even tell me or your assistant!" Sister Song shouted as she went in when she saw the door open.

Finally, her voice suddenly stopped. He stared at Zhou Yang in disbelief, then glanced at Pan Yang. Holy crap, where did her artist snag this handsome young man?

However, she quickly came to her senses, put her hands on her hips, and said with a speechless expression: "Qi Panyang! Are you still going to act or not! The director of the movie 'The Way of the Prophet' contacted me a few days ago, asking if you were going to audition. And you, after making me worry for so many days, tell me you're living with someone else! Who is that person? Are you still going to be a star?!"

“Him.” Pan Yang pointed at Pan Yang: “The person I live with is him. I’m just here to pack my clothes. I’ll send you my new address later.”

"Him!?" Sister Song looked at Zhou Yang and then took a serious look at him. Zhou Yang was dressed in casual home clothes, but he gave people the feeling of wearing a suit. His face must be stunning, more than enough to be a star. His temperament also looked steady, but with a bit of aloofness.

Sister Song leaned closer to Pan Yang, gently nudged him, and lowered her voice: "Didn't you save his life? Otherwise, how could he possibly like you?"

“It was I who pursued Pan Yang.” Zhou Yang said calmly, frowning as he looked at the spot where the two had just touched. He casually picked up a wet wipe from the side, pulled out a section, walked between the two, and wiped the spot where Sister Song had just touched.

Sister Song's eyes widened in disbelief, and then Zhou Yang's voice continued to ring in her ears: "I've been waiting for him for a long time. You shouldn't have any objections to him moving into my house, right?" Although it was a question, it gave people an unquestionable feeling.

"Of course." Sister Song unconsciously took a step back. Zhou Yang gave her an inexplicable sense of pressure. She forced a smile and said, "I need to borrow Pan Yang for a moment." Then she walked out of the room and waved to Pan Yang.

Seeing this, Pan Yang took a deep breath and kissed Zhou Yang's face: "Wait a few seconds, I'll send her away."

“Okay.” Zhou Yang nodded obediently.

Sister Song looked at Pan Yang as he approached, her face tense: "How do you know this person? Let me tell you my intuition, he's definitely not a simple person. Don't mess with the wrong person!"

"Oh, just consider me a kept woman then," Pan Yang said nonchalantly, then waved his hand, "I'm willing to audition for that movie you mentioned. Just send me the time and place." With that, he started walking towards the bedroom.

Sister Song grabbed his sleeve: "Qi Panyang, I'm not joking with you."

“I wasn’t joking, I know what I’m doing.” Pan Yang took a deep breath, but after all, he was the original owner’s manager: “He can’t live without me.” Without waiting for Sister Song’s reply, he turned and went into the bedroom to pack his things.

Sister Song felt strange. For a moment just now, she actually felt that Huan Yang was the one in control. It was really strange. Then she looked at the bedroom. The door was not closed. Zhou Yang was holding Huan Yang's hand, and there was a bit of grievance in his eyes.

Then Zhou Yang noticed Sister Song's gaze and looked at her for just a second. This made her feel a cold sweat on her back. Oh well, she'd just have to be more careful. What if this person really liked Pan Yang?

After packing their luggage, the two did not return to the apartment, but moved directly into Zhou Yang's villa. The previous apartment was only a temporary purchase, and everyone knows why.