After being forced to become a god [Quick Transmigration]

[What is your view on love? 】

This is the most popular post on the school forum recently, and there are all kinds of replies in it. As the school grass of N University, many people even Aite Ji Zhaoming said that this is all their views on love.

Ji Zhaoming seldom visits school forums. He saw this post because his roommate directly shared this post in the dormitory group, causing people in the dormitory to watch him every day.

Scrolling down the phone, Ji Zhaoming even saw several familiar IDs in the post.

A message popped up in the dormitory group: [A Ji, don't you want to express your opinion? 】

Ji Zhaoming did not reply to the message.

He has never been in a relationship, and he has never liked anyone. Even though many girls confessed to him—even a lot of boys, Ji Zhaoming declined them one by one.

He didn't even know what it was like to be heartbroken.

Simply put, he has no view on love.

Neither like nor hate, let alone believe in love.

This made him a three-no man, how could he express his opinion.

Ji Zhaoming habitually touched the red string on his wrist, shook his head with a smile, and when he was about to reply, he heard the sound of traffic lights changing, he stopped typing and was about to move forward.

Arms down, the sun shines on his wrists.

Ji Zhaoming's wrist was slender, and it looked like it could be wrapped around one hand. There was a red string tied around his wrist, which was in sharp contrast with his fair skin.

Judging from the wear and tear on the red rope, it should have been a few years old.

In fact, Ji Zhaoming couldn't remember how long he had worn the red string in his hand. Judging from the degree of friction, it should have been more than five years.In his memory, Ji Zhaoming didn't even know the source of this red rope.

I just feel that I seem to have carried it for a very, very long time, like a talisman.

Later, Ji Zhaoming didn't bother to untie the red rope.

He closed his cell phone and was about to cross the road when a truck rushed towards him, his pupils constricted, and before he could react, he suddenly heard someone calling his name hastily.

Then, he fell into darkness, his body continued to fall, and the wind passed by his ears quickly. If this trend continued, his body would probably be smashed to pieces.

Ji Zhaoming tried hard to control his limbs, but there seemed to be something blocked between his head and limbs. No matter how hard he tried, his limbs still remained motionless.

what happened?

Wasn't he hit by a car?Why would it sink instead?

Finally fell to the bottom, different from Ji Zhaoming's idea of ​​being smashed to pieces, instead, he came to a light place, as if he was in the clouds, the clouds were soft, and they were afraid of hurting the person who fell down.

In the dark, there was only that hurried voice in my ear, calling his name continuously.

It sounds very familiar. It seems that as long as Ji Zhaoming is given a little more time, he can remember where he heard the name before.

However, Yun Duo was too warm, before Ji Zhaoming could think about it, he finally fell asleep in the darkness slowly.

When he was able to open his eyes again, his eyes were bright again. The first thing he saw was a gleaming white ceiling, his nose moved slightly, and Ji Zhaoming smelled a smell of disinfectant.

Hospital?

No, it doesn't look like it either.

Ji Zhaoming tried his best to get up from the bed with his hands, his limbs seemed to have just been crippled, limp and powerless.

The light fell through the glass into the clean white room, and the light shone on Ji Zhaoming's body. Ji Zhaoming clenched his teeth tightly, half-closed his eyes, and took a long time to get up from the bed.

When he looked up, he saw a group of people standing in front of him.

To be precise, it was a group of robots. Ji Zhaoming's eyes hurt again from the shiny metal parts. .

However, before the body had time to move, the robot in front of it hurriedly retreated, as if it had encountered some scourge.

Ji Zhaoming was stunned: "...?"

What's happening here?

Ji Zhaoming hasn't figured out what happened since he fell into the darkness and saw the robots in front of him.

Maybe ask these bots?After all, a robot can be considered as a human... Lie?

Ji Zhaoming moved his fingers slightly, and raised his head to ask.

Hey wait, look up?

Ji Zhaoming realized belatedly that the robots in front of him should be three meters high?Four meters?

Ji Zhaoming's stature is neither the top group nor the bottom one among boys. Generally speaking, he is not bad in the south, 1.7 meters eight, but compared with these robots, he even has a little An illusion of being weak and pitiful.

Look down at yourself again.

The white and thin shirt made his bones extraordinarily small, and his skin was as fair as a piece of fine jade.

The short and medium black hair was spread out softly, and because of the heat, the bangs were tied into a small tug, revealing a smooth forehead and delicate facial features. When the sun shines into the eyes, you can see a slight brown in them.

The red rope on his hand is still there, and under the red rope is a wrist that looks extraordinarily fragile.

The black straight-leg pants hooked his waist tightly, and even the curvature of his calves were perfectly displayed.

Compared with the robots in front of him, he is less like a human being, but more like a perfection created by the creator with painstaking efforts.

That is something that only God's Mansion can fabricate.

Similarly, no matter from which angle you look at it, Ji Zhaoming looks like a vase that cannot be beaten. These robots can probably pin him to death on the bed with just a little thumb.

The fragile and weak Ji Zhaoming looked at the huge robot in front of him, and bit his lower lip lightly: "You, how are you?"

Not too hard, but the bite marks of the white teeth still left a mark on the lips.

These robots did not make a sound, but just watched Ji Zhaoming calmly.

The strength of the limbs slowly recovered, and Ji Zhaoming said hello again, but the robots still didn't speak. If it wasn't because he saw the robots backing away unanimously, he might suspect that the robots hadn't turned on yet.

Stepping on the floor with bare feet, Ji Zhaoming cautiously walked towards the robots, but saw the robots standing up straight.

It looks taller.

Ji Zhaoming just happened to be a little lower than the waists of these robots.

This made Ji Zhaoming realize better that his thighs might not be as thick as other people's calves.

Some of the robots took a few steps back and eventually exited the room, giving a "fleeing" feeling.

This made Ji Zhaoming doubt: who is the big man of three or four meters.

Adhering to the principle that the enemy does not move and we do not move, Ji Zhaoming had no choice but to freeze in place.

After a while, the robots that ran away came in two formations one after another, half holding blankets and the other half holding shoes, and walked up to Ji Zhaoming.

The size of the robot is too large, and these shoes are even smaller when held in the hand.

Ji Zhaoming froze in place, not daring to move.

These robots who just came in knelt down in front of him, which made Ji Zhaoming not have to look up so much.

Perhaps because these robots rarely use their voices, the parts inside have been slightly rusted, and the voice sounds a little hoarse and stuttering. The robot standing in the front said not very skillfully: "Which one do you want?"

The rest of the robots showed the blankets in front of Ji Zhaoming one by one.

Ji Zhaoming: "...?"

Ji Zhaoming felt that the parts in his head might also be rusted, otherwise how would he explain what happened in front of him?

He was really dumbfounded, staying where he was at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Ji Zhaoming didn't make a sound, these robots looked at each other, after some exchanges, they thought that Ji Zhaoming didn't like any of them, so they decided to change another batch.

Seeing that these robots were about to leave, Ji Zhaoming's brain finally came to his senses, and hurriedly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

The robot standing in front of him tilted his head and asked, "Wang, which one do you want?"

...?

king?

What king?

Are you calling him?

Ji Zhaoming looked at the robots, then at the carpets and shoes held by these robots, bit his lip slightly, and tentatively clicked on one, and then felt himself floating in the air.

Then he was placed on a cold arm.

It was hugged in the arms of the robot child standing in the front.

Ji Zhaoming carefully stepped on the shoulder of the robot, and supported the arm of the robot next to him. When he raised his head, he could only see the robot's clear jawline.

It looked extraordinarily ruthless.

Just as he was about to shift his gaze, he suddenly met the bright eyes of the robot.

Ji Zhaoming: "..."

Peeping at other people was discovered, and it would be false to say that it was not embarrassing.

Ji Zhaoming could only touch the back of his head and smiled awkwardly at the robot.

He wanted to explain, but Ji Zhaoming didn't know how to speak due to the complicated situation.

The robot still kept its original expression, and nodded seriously, as if seeing Ji Zhaoming's embarrassment, he slowly looked away.

After the carpet was laid and the slippers were put on the carpet, Ji Zhaoming did not put it down.

He coughed twice, always feeling a little ashamed in this posture, his face was slightly flushed, "Then what... can you let me down?"

Facing the eyes of the robot, it was obviously cold inside, and it seemed that no light could shine in, but Ji Zhaoming seemed to see a different emotion from these eyes.

It's a pity that Ji Zhaoming really couldn't tell the difference.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Ji Zhaoming wanted to take another look, but with a flash in front of his eyes, he was gently put on the bed.

There are already blankets and slippers on the ground, and he is not such a fragile creature, what is he doing.

Could it be that you can't get out of bed?

Facing Shang Ji Zhaoming's puzzled eyes, the robot tilted its head and explained aloud, "King, be careful."

Ah... so the king is really calling him.

Ji Zhaoming was a little distressed, sat cross-legged, opened his mouth and swallowed it back, said "oh" in a low voice, put his hands on his knees obediently, not knowing how to deal with it.

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his mind.

[Welcome to this world, my king. 】

【You are the only one in this world, and you are their king. 】

【You are the most unique existence in this world. 】

[Please lead them to victory, my king. 】

……What's the meaning?

Ji Zhaoming frowned, and wanted to ask, but suddenly paused, and finally realized where the strange thing was bothering him.

Even without looking up, he could feel strange sensations around him.

——That was the intense temperature in the eyes of the robot.

If you don't look carefully, there is no way to find it.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more intense.

That was the look they longed for the king most.

That is hidden in the iceberg, the unobtrusive heat.

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"Little Poor After Taking the Group Pet Character Design":

Ji Xingyao traveled through time and became the vicious cannon fodder in the book.

The original owner grew up in an orphanage, and was useless except for his face. He kept killing the protagonist on the way forward, and finally ended up a tragic death on the street.

Ji Xingyao looked at the protagonist who was still calling him "Brother" shiveringly, and decided to stay away from the characters in the book, and to live in obscurity, preferably in obscurity until the end.

Then, Ji Xingyao won No. 1 in the school's mental strength test, which attracted the attention of the whole school.

Ji Xingyao: ...

It's okay, it's not a big problem, as long as you can stay away from the protagonist, everything will be fine.

Then, according to the original plot, the protagonist who was supposed to hate him and could not bear to take revenge, chased after him and kept shouting, "Brother, please, don't leave me behind, okay?"

Even the villain who regarded him as a pawn followed closely beside him: "Does Xingyao hate me?"

Ji Xingyao: ...

No, it's okay, he can still be strong, at worst, he will just hide away when he graduates.

Then, on the day of the graduation season, the marshal in charge of commanding the entire planet knelt in front of him: "King, I'm late."

Ji Xingyao:? ? ?Didn't the book say that this cannon fodder character is still the King of Interstellar?

So the question is, will they let their king run away?

The whole planet knows a secret that the soul of their king has been lost in time and space and has not returned for a long time.

They have lost their king for too long.

Until that day, the hidden soul dispelled the fog and revealed its true appearance.

They finally welcomed back their king.