After Marrying an Evil God

The self-study time for senior high school night was extended to 10:30 in the evening. Most of the students choose to live on campus, go back to the dormitory at night and have to review until late at night, and get up at 6 o'clock the next morning. It can be said that day and night.

Day students can go home at 5 o'clock in the afternoon without having to participate in evening self-study. Students who want to study hard will not relax. They will work as hard as they can at home, for fear that if the study time is left behind by others, the scores of the college entrance examination will be tens of points away.

But the scumbag has no such concerns.

The scumbag is fearless.

Each class has a few scumbags whose grades will always count down, and Yan Yuecen from the second grade in high school is one of them. He is a well-known thorn in the class, and he hasn't paid attention to school rules since he first came in high school. Do not wear school uniforms, dye one head of yellow hair, talk back to the teacher, skip class, fight and smoke... Except for not having a girlfriend or premature love, all discipline violations have been done all over.

But his family background is good. His father is a well-known entrepreneur in this city. Although he is not as good as Fu, he is also a big man who can stomped his feet. The school gave several punishments, but still did not expel the person. Teacher Quan regards him as a mess, so he just keeps one eye open.

Anyway, his family background is there. Yan Yuecen could not get into a good university, and he could be sent abroad to study gold-plated by his family. He turned back to be a shareholder in his own company to get dividends and be a wealthy idler.

In the eyes of the teacher, he is a rebellious and unhealthy teenager in adolescence. In the eyes of his classmates, he is an unlearned bastard. Except for a face, there is no merit.

Yan Yuecen didn't care about other people's opinions, and kicked the stones on the side of the road on the way home from school. He called and asked the driver not to come to pick him up. The driver really didn't come. There was no extra greeting, and he was cold and impersonal.

Same as that home.

He also didn't want to return to that cold home.

Although I wander aimlessly here, I don't know where to go.

Yan Yuecen kicked the stones boredly and took a sip while unscrewing the can of Coke. Just about to kick again, the stone on the ground was suddenly stepped on by another shoe.

He slowly raised his head and was surrounded by four people.

"Master Yan, I didn't see you one summer vacation. I really missed it." The boy blocking the road was tall, sturdy, and had pimples on his face. He said with a strange yin and yang: "It's just let me catch you."

Yan Yuecen is 1.8 meters tall, has single eyelids, dyed golden yellow hair, and a lot of tattooed pierced ears. He looks like a bad teenager. He looks good, and squints hard when he squints at people.

He knew this person very well, a social person who dropped out of high school and didn't go to school, had a holiday with him. As for the reasons for the festival, no one remembers it. The gangsters do not need a reason to fight, and it is not a social person not to fight.

Anyway, the result was that he won the fight, beating people bruised and swollen. It's estimated that this guy has been hated for a semester, and now he is looking for some helpers to retaliate.

A gang of mobs.

Yan Yuecen didn't put the group of weak chickens in his eyes, he twisted his acne arm with his backhand, and stepped on the acne shoes with his foot, impatiently saying, "Fight if you want, what nonsense?"

Pimple had a distorted face and was restrained from moving. He quickly greeted Hu Peng and Gou, "What are you waiting for? Go up and hit him!"

The younger brother tremblingly said: "Brother Qiang, really want to fight? That's Yan, the young master of the Yan family..." I thought he was here to scare and scare people. He really hurt the precious young master of the family. When the parents investigate it, they can't eat it anymore. Go around.

"What kind of young master is he? His stepmother is eager to drive him out of the house, and his father listens to his stepmother!" Wang Qiang sneered, "Today is the young master, maybe tomorrow he will sleep on the street!"

He saw it with his own eyes. Yan Yuecen has been with the school for two years. The driver will always come to pick him up and drop off. He never sees his parents, and the seats at the parents' meeting are always empty. The only time his father came to pick him up in person, Yan Yuecen was still very happy, and in the next second he saw the woman getting off the passenger seat.

Not to mention, Wang Qiang has never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. She looks like a female star on TV. Sure enough, the wife of a rich man is a beautiful woman.

Yan Yuecen saw the woman, his smile disappeared suddenly, and said coldly: "Batch."

He immediately slapped his dad.

Originally, Yan's father was taking his wife out to visit the mall. Suddenly he remembered that he had a son and came to pick him up. He didn't expect Yan Yuecen to be so short-sighted. Yan's father was furious, and took the woman into the car and left, leaving Yan Yuecen alone.

After that, Wang Qiang didn't pay much attention to this Young Master Yan.

What a young master, it sounds majestic, but in fact it is not a fart.

As soon as the boys heard it, they became courageous, waving their clubs and rushing over. Yan Yuecen sneered and smashed the can directly out of his hand, smashing a small door, and then smashed down the remaining few.

Several people exchanged words and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

Yan Yuecen picked up a stick and squeezed it in his hand. He did not hesitate to say: "I will count three times, or I will get rid of it, or I will hit it, one--"

He only counted, and the four gangsters quickly got up and pushed each other out of his sight.

In the evening, the wind is very cold, and most students study in the evening at school. There are no people walking on this road after school, and it is very quiet.

As the sun set, Yan Yuecen looked down at his lonely shadow on the ground, dropped the stick, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette for himself.

……Really boring.

As soon as the fire started, a lovely youthful voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

[Detecting that the target person’s academic scum index and the world-weariness index meet the conditions, automatically bind it——]

Yan Yuecen shook his hand, and the lighter almost burned his hand.

"Who?!" Yan Yuecen looked around, the street was empty and he was alone.

Will you meet a ghost before it gets dark?

[Hello host, Xueba system is here to serve you wholeheartedly. ]

This time Yan Yuecen was sure that the voice came from his own mind.

"What the **** are you?" Yan Yuecen was really shocked.

[It’s a high-tech product from the future world, because it accidentally fell into this world, and it’s bound to see that the host meets the requirements. The host can rest assured that the Xueba system is determined to transform every student scum into a student, and it will definitely help the host become a positive, optimistic and sunny boy! ]

Yan Yuecen's face was expressionless: "Xueba system? Can you help me cheat on the college entrance examination?"

[No! Cheating is incorrect and unfair! ]

The Xueba system is serious.

"Can I usually copy homework?"

[Nor, you have to complete the homework yourself! ]

"Then what can you do?"

[We can create a selected question bank tailored for the host, lectures by famous teachers, exam training...]

"Stop, shut up." Yan Yuecen's head grew loudly as soon as he heard it. "Please be smart. I'm not interested in learning." He is not even interested in life, let alone learning.

[The Xueba system is compulsory, and you will be punished by electric shock if you fail to complete the phased target task. ]

The Xueba system paused, feeling wronged.

[I don’t want it either, but my program is set up like this. ]

Yan Yuecen: "..."

It's a big deal.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when Qi Baicha returned home.

As soon as he walked in, he found Qi Ye sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him complainingly.

It's like a watchman's stone.

"..." Qi Baicha nodded, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Now the two of them don't even have to make a phone call, they communicate directly in their minds using myths. Qi Baicha said in the afternoon. On the first day of school today, as the head teacher, he will accompany the students to study late and will come back very late.

Qi Ye asked: "Do you have to come back so late every day from now on?"

"No, only on Monday, I will be on duty for self-study that night." Qi Baicha said.

Qi Ye quickly calculated: "There are 52 Mondays in a year, 6 hours late at a time, a year is 312 hours, 18720 minutes, 1123200 seconds..."

Qi Baicha: "You have enough."

Qi Ye was angry: "The school is beating the mandarin ducks! Break us apart!"

Qi Baicha: "..."

"Don't you also have your own business to do?" As soon as Qi Baicha entered the door, she saw a pile of black scrolls on the coffee table in the living room.

"Work is so boring, it's fun to be accompanied by tea." Qi Ye picked up a scroll and glanced at it, then threw it to the other side.

The scrolls on both sides are piled up like a mountain.

Qi Baicha asked curiously: "Is there any difference between these two piles?"

"I didn't look at the left, and I didn't want to deal with it on the right." Qi Ye said, "What I am willing to deal with will be burned with evil spirits. These things that are not dealt with will disappear automatically after a while."

Qi Baicha saw that he kept picking it up and throwing it away. Not once was it burned, so he couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to deal with it?"

Qi Ye shook his head and sighed: "So I hate work."

Qi Baicha was also sitting on the sofa, next to Qi Ye, picking up a few rolls from the scroll on the right.

The scroll uses God's words, and ordinary people will never understand it. Of course, he seems to have no obstacles.

[It would be fine if my mother died. The old man and the sickness will only drag me down. I have only three thousand wages a month. ]

[It's so annoying, didn't you just accidentally hit someone? I really regret that I didn't kill him on the spot, so I just paid a sum of funeral expenses. Now half-dead and paralyzed, his family asks me for medical expenses every day. It is a bottomless pit. I hope he will die and stop asking me for money. ]

[Why should I be infected with AIDS at such a young age? Which **** thing got it to me? Hey, it's better to go out and make an appointment, pass one by one, and no one can think about it. ]

The full volume of maliciousness is shocking, and it is unbearable for anyone to read it.

Not to mention the snow **** who is inherently righteous.

Qi Baicha Ning eyebrows clenched the scroll, turning his head to see Qi Ye who was still throwing the scroll.

The Cthulhu was expressionless, he was obviously used to seeing it, and these evil thoughts could no longer make him frown.

Who would like such a job?

Listening to the evil thoughts from all over the world, knowing that everything is dirty, but destined to be unable to manage them all. Evil thoughts will always exist, and evil deeds will always occur in every corner of the world.

There is a **** who knows everything, but he can't stop any of them.

The duty of the evil **** is to realize evil thoughts, not to prevent evil deeds. This is a rule that everyone must obey, and he will not be spared before becoming the main god.

The only thing Qi Ye can do is not to deal with it, and to throw away the scrolls with evil thoughts one by one, so as not to satisfy their wishes. Even some of them themselves will take action.

Qi Baicha read a few scrolls in silence, feeling a little distressed.

His patron saint is also guarding the creatures of this world in his own way.

Inaction is the greatest action.

"Don't look, stain your eyes." Qi Ye took away the scroll from Qi Baicha's hand.

He suddenly paused, burning a scroll with evil spirits.

Qi Baicha took a closer look and found that it was a child's wish.

[It would be great if I could suddenly pick up a sum of money. I want to treat the puppy, and I can exchange it with my beloved rag doll. ]

Wanting to pick up money suddenly is greed, and it is also counted as evil.

But treating a puppy is kind.

The child’s parents were not allowed to spend thousands of dollars on pets. The child was so anxious that he made such a wish while accompanying the sick puppy.

Cthulhu fulfilled his wish and took away the rag doll that was useless to him.

This is an exchange, the meaning of remuneration is still to be collected.

Qi Ye only completed a piece of work in a long time, and his efficiency was extremely low.

After he was busy, he turned his head and found that the young man was staring at him unblinking, not knowing how long he had been watching this way.

Qi Ye's heartbeat missed a beat, pretending to be calm: "What? Does your husband look very handsome when working hard, and Chacha looks like it?"

"Well, sir is very handsome." Qi Baicha smiled slowly, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"I like Mr. best."