After Marrying an Evil God

…I'm really afraid of what comes from.

As soon as Qi Baicha went out, he saw Fu Mingye with the food packaging paper bag in his hand. The man stood blankly at the door, not knowing how long he stood.

Seeing him coming out, Fu Mingye gave a cold snort, turned and left.

"..."

He is jealous, he is jealous, and he is jealous again.

Qi Baicha raised his head and glanced at the shining, hot sun above his head, and pretending to be weakly supporting his forehead: "You go slower, I seem to be a little dizzy..."

Fu Mingye immediately stepped back and asked nervously, "Have heat stroke?"

Qi Baicha nodded slightly. His skin was pale, and his face was slightly flushed under the scorching sun, which really looked like a sign of heatstroke.

He said: "Hot, I don't want to go."

"Take the bag." Fu Mingye handed the paper bag to Qi Baicha, squatting down in front of him, "Come up."

It's lunch time, the students are all eating in the cafeteria, and there is no one on the way.

The staff also gathered in another place to distribute boxed lunches, and the guests played on the air-conditioning in the lounge and ate the takeaways ordered by their respective assistants.

Even if you carry it all the way, no one will see it.

Qi Baicha curled her lips and lay on Fu Mingye's back.

Fu Mingye weighed it down, and it was light and fluttering, like cotton.

"Tell you to exercise more usually. If you are so weak, you can get dizzy if you get a little bit of the sun. From now on, you will get up and run in the morning every morning. If you don't run ten laps, you can't stop. I'll accompany you..."

Fu Mingye walked slowly on the campus trail under the shade of the trees while carrying Qi Baicha while he was lying about it, next to the green lake.

The pressed branches gave birth to dense leaves, touching the tips of Qi Baicha's hair, and smelling a scent of vegetation.

Qi Baicha lied on Fu Mingye, leaning on him and chuckled, jokingly: "It's not that Mr. Fu always pulls me to do another exercise in the morning, so I don't have time to exercise."

Fu Mingye almost tripped over a stone on the ground.

Fortunately, I remember carrying one on my back, and I barely stood firm.

The impact of these words on him was strong enough, this shouldn't be what Qi Baicha could say.

"What are you talking about?" Fu Mingye's face was also dyed with a thin layer of red, and he thought it must have been exposed to the sun.

"Dare you dare not recognize it? Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha lowered his head, his lips brushed against Fu Mingye's earlobe, his voice was clear and soft, "It makes me so tired, and it's so cruel to pull me to run. "

—How to deal with a arrogant jealous monster?

-Even more coquettish than him.

This is the experience of Qi Baicha.

What happened to the jealous demon? As long as he overcomes strength with softness, Mr. Fu will take him out of the way.

The touch on the earlobe was soggy and itchy, Fu Mingye's face was hot, and he felt that he was also suffering from heatstroke.

"Be careful, I'll throw you into the lake." He threatened sternly.

Qi Baicha lazily said: "Then I'm so scared."

"..." Fu Mingye took three steps and two steps before returning to the dormitory. As soon as he entered the door, he threw the takeaway paper bag on the desk, and then threw Qi Baicha on the bed.

Qi Baicha frowned: "You lighten it." It doesn't hurt. The bed is covered with cushions and mats, but this action is so rude.

Fu Mingye stared at him faintly: "I've become more skilled, and I know I'm pretending to be heatstroke."

He is not a fool, and Qi Baicha's performance on the road is sober, not leaving people halfway is his greatest kindness.

Qi Baicha immediately changed the subject: "What do you eat at noon?"

Fu Mingye said, "I don't have your share."

"But I can smell my favorite shredded chicken porridge." Qi Baicha got up and went to unpack the bag.

The store does not deliver goods, it is near the school, and Mr. Fu went out specially to buy this for him.

"I'll buy you lunch under the scorching sun." Fu Mingye was angry after thinking about it. "When I came back, I saw you and the demon inkstone **** alone in the same room. He praised you for being beautiful."

Qi Baicha asked, "Am I not pretty?"

Even if Jiang Yan didn't come to him, he still had to ask about Ya'er's situation. But this can't be said to Mr. Fu, or it will involve why he pays so much attention to Fang Ya'er, and he can't explain the decay of the soul... It just gets messy.

"Pretty." Fu Mingye replied immediately.

Two seconds later he reacted again: "But this is not the point!"

Qi Baicha took out the two shredded chicken porridge in the bag: "I know, the focus is on eating."

Sometimes Mr. Fu is really just like a child. It's not really a misunderstanding, and I know that he and Jiang Yan are nothing, but they are possessive and jealous.

The problem is not even Jiang Yan. Before Qi Baicha met Fu Mingye, he liked to sleep with a pillow, and Mr. Fu had eaten the vinegar of a pillow.

Yes, that's right, Mr. Fu stole his pillow and tied it as a sandbag to hit it. He also bumped into...

It's almost like an adolescent boy, full of people he likes, and no sand can be tolerated in his eyes.

Small scenes, don't panic. He is very experienced.

"Don't eat." Fu Mingye took away the two boxes of shredded chicken and meat porridge, insisting to tell Qi Baicha clearly.

He cleaned all the chicken from one portion of the porridge, put it in another portion, and decided to let Qi Baicha eat the porridge, and he would eat chicken.

This is how the Cthulhu Lord expresses his anger.

Qi Baicha knew what he wanted to do at a glance.

The means will always be so different. There is no improvement, and I will never get tired of it.

Qi Baicha squinted his eyes: "Fu Mingye."

Fu Mingye's chopsticks shook with the name and surname.

Qi Baicha smiled: "It's enough."

Fu Mingye paused for a moment, silently put the bowl of porridge piled with chicken in front of Qi Baicha, and kept a bowl of porridge for himself.

He knew it was true.

It is the dark side of his divinity that is at work.

He is so easy to be jealous, mindful, selfish, and stingy. Chacha's life is limited, all time should belong to him, and he doesn't want to give it to others at all.

But he can't do this.

That is Chacha's life, he can only participate, not twisted.

"Eat more meat and supplement nutrition." Fu Mingye was awkward to change his mouth, and had a strong desire to survive.

Qi Baicha smiled again, picked up the chopsticks, and put half of the chicken back: "Don't be so considerate."

Count him as acquaintance.

After lunch is a lunch break, they can also take a nap in the dormitory.

Qi Baicha has other plans.

"I will go back to the South Campus and talk to the substitute teacher about my teaching progress." Qi Baicha greeted Fu Mingye and took the dormitory door.

Qi Baicha wants to participate in the recording of the show, and it must be impossible to attend classes these days. Teacher Deng, who taught history in classes three and four, was fired, and there was a vacancy.

The student's course could not be left behind, and the school assigned two history teachers who had taught senior high school to substitute lessons, and recruited new history teachers by the way.

Of course, Qi Baicha's purpose is not this, it's just an excuse.

The classrooms of Class I and Class 2 are still very lively. Many students are using the lunch break to do their homework and some are chatting.

"Mengmeng, it's been a few days, don't worry." Lin Jiaqi comforted, "Sister Ya'er was working at the time, and it's normal to refuse to sign."

Wang Meng frustrated: "I know it's normal, but it's a shame to be rejected in front of so many people... and I really like Sister Ya'er."

Lin Jiaqi suggested: "Didn't Teacher Qi go to the recording of the show? Should we ask Teacher Qi to ask for an autograph from Sister Ya'er?"

Wang Meng: "But we can't see Teacher Qi now..."

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

Standing at the door of the classroom, Qi Baicha walked over to Lin Jiaqi's table.

Lin Jiaqi was stunned: "Mengmeng, look, Qi, Teacher Qi." This really means that Cao Cao has arrived.

Qi Baicha stood in front of them and asked Lin Jiaqi: "Do you have Fang Ya'er's signed photo?"

This school is well known.

"Yes, what's wrong with Teacher Qi?"

Qi Baicha asked: "Can you show me it?"

Lin Jiaqi nodded quickly: "Of course!"

The signed photo was kept in her schoolbag as if she was a baby, Lin Jiaqi quickly turned it over and handed it to Qi Baicha.

Qi Baicha took a look.

In the photo is a group photo of Fang Yaer and Lin Jiaqi. The woman's smile is gentle and her temperament is soft, which is very different from what she sees in reality.

In the lower right corner of the photo, there is Fang Ya'er's signature and a blessing saying "Achievement in your studies".

He returned the photo: "Thank you." Then he turned and walked out of the classroom.

There was a lot of discussion among the students in the remaining classroom.

"Why Teacher Qi suddenly wants to see Fang Ya'er's autographed photo?"

"Is Teacher Qi a fan of Fang Yaer?"

"Isn't Teacher Qi recording the show with them these days, something must have happened..."

…

Due to the strong repulsion and different magnetic fields between the soul of another world and the local world, the gods can see the soul of another world in the indigenous body at a glance, and the soul can easily be separated from the body.

But if someone is robbed of their body by someone in the same world, God cannot directly tell.

Qi Baicha is able to see through people who travel through different worlds because they do not belong to this world. It is possible to see through the carrier of the system because the existence of the system is lower than the gods. The fact that they can see through the true body of the fairies is because their original form is not human, and they have nowhere to hide under the eyes of God.

The body can be taken away by the person on the same plane, unless the soul is drawn out, it cannot be seen directly. But he can't just pump people's souls, this process is very painful. Wouldn't it be miserable if Fang Ya'er was harmed by some evil pollution, and was left by him.

Always investigate clearly before making a decision.

According to the clues obtained now, Fang Yaer's temperament has changed drastically, and there is a high probability that he is not the same soul as the original, only the final verification.

The afternoon is the recording of the Chinese class.

This test is also not difficult, the test is "dictation".

Some of the words given by the program group are relatively unfamiliar, and some are familiar but easy to forget the words and make mistakes. Such as blue wisps on the road, dying ills, no mortalities, tricks of ghosts...

There are ten words in total. After Qi Baicha finished the report, he added one: "Successful studies."

The guests did not react, and wrote them as silent words, somewhat surprised. Compared with the previous few, this word is simply a sub-question.

After Qi Baicha collected the answer sheet, he added: "The last word is that I wish you every success in your studies, without scoring."

The guests suddenly realized: "Sure enough, just say there is no such good thing as giving sub-topics..."

Qi Baicha smiled and turned to Fang Ya'er's answer sheet without moving his head.

The name is written on the answer sheet, and the three words Fang Ya'er look no different from the one in Lin Jiaqi's autographed photo.

The exact same handwriting.

But the four words "successful in studies" underneath are completely different from the handwriting on the signature photo. Including several other words, they are all different from the handwriting on the signature photo.

Obviously, the person occupying Fang Ya'er's body was practicing desperately to imitate Fang Ya'er's signature in order not to reveal the stuff, but could not change all the handwriting in a short time.

That soul knew that it was Fang Ya'er's body, and enjoyed such an identity, intending to keep it hidden.

It seems not innocent.

It's time for Xueshen to enforce the law again.