... I'm really afraid of what's coming.
As soon as Qi Baicha went out, he saw Fu Mingye with a food wrapping paper bag in his hand. The man stood at the door with a blank face, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.
Seeing him come out, Fu Mingye snorted coldly, turned around and left.
"… "
He was jealous, he was jealous, he was jealous again.
Qi Baicha looked up at the bright and fiery sun above his head, and pretended to support his forehead softly: "You walk slowly, I seem a little dizzy..."
Fu Mingye immediately stepped back, lowered his eyes and asked nervously, "Have you suffered from heat stroke?"
Qi Baicha nodded slightly. His skin was white and his face was slightly flushed by the scorching sun, which looked like a sign of heat stroke.
"It's hot, I don't want to go," he said.
"Take the bag." Fu Mingye handed the paper bag to Qi Baicha, squatted down in front of him, "Come up."
It's lunch time, the students are eating in the cafeteria, and there are no people on the road.
The staff also gathered at another place to distribute boxed lunches. The guests were blowing the air conditioner in the lounge and eating takeaways called by their assistants.
Even if you carry it all the way, no one will see it.
Qi Baicha hooked her lips and lay on Fu Mingye's back.
Fu Mingye weighed the weight, and it was as light as cotton.
"I told you to exercise more regularly. Your constitution is so weak that you will be dizzy if you get some sun exposure. From now on, you will get up and run every morning. Don't stop until you run ten laps. I will accompany you..."
Fu Mingye scolded and carried Qi Baicha on his back, walking slowly on the campus path under the shade of the tree, next to the green lake.
The pressed branches gave birth to lush leaves, stroked the hair tips of Qi Baicha, and smelled the fragrance of grass and trees.
Qi Baicha was lying on Fu Mingye's body, leaning on him and chuckling, "It's not that Mr. Fu always pulls me to do another kind of exercise in the morning, so I don't have time to exercise."
Fu Mingye almost tripped over a stone on the ground.
Fortunately, I remembered that I still had one on my back, barely standing still.
These words had a strong enough impact on him, and this should not be something that Qi Baicha could say.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Mingye's face was also stained with a thin layer of red, he thought it must have been exposed to the sun.
"Don't you dare to admit it? Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha lowered her head, her lips brushed against Fu Mingye's earlobe, her voice was clear and soft, "It makes me so tired, and you have to drag me to run, so cruel. "
—How to deal with a arrogant jealous maniac
- Even more coquettish than him.
This is the experience of Qi Baicha.
What happened to the jealous maniac? As long as he overcomes rigidity with softness, Mr. Fu will have nothing to do with him.
The touch on the earlobe was crisp and itchy, and Fu Mingye's face was hot, and he felt that he was suffering from heat stroke.
"Be calm, be careful I throw you into the lake." He threatened sternly.
Qi Baicha said lazily, "Then I'm so scared."
"..." Fu Mingye took three steps and took two steps to return to the dormitory building. 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: "Take it easy." It doesn't hurt. The bed is covered with soft cushions and a cool mat, but this is so rude.
Fu Mingye stared at him lightly: "I'm good at it, and I know I'm pretending to have heat stroke."
He is not a fool, Qi Baicha's performance along the way is very sober, not leaving people halfway is his greatest kindness.
Qi Baicha immediately changed the subject: "What's for lunch?"
Fu Mingye said, "I have nothing to do with you."
"But I smell my favorite shredded chicken porridge." Qi Baicha got up and went to unpack the bag.
The store does not deliver, it is near the school, Mr. Fu went out specially to buy this for him.
"I bought you lunch under the scorching sun." Fu Mingye got angry after thinking about it. "When I came back, I saw that you were alone in the same room with a bastard. He even praised you for your beauty."
Qi Baicha asked back, "Am I not beautiful?"
Even if Jiang Yan didn't come to him, he would still ask about Fang Ya'er's situation. But this cannot be said to Mr. Fu, or else it will bring up why he pays so much attention to Fang Ya'er, and he can't explain the corruption of the soul... The more he talks, the more chaotic it becomes.
"Pretty." Fu Mingye replied immediately.
Two seconds later, he reacted again: "But that's not the point!"
Qi Baicha took out the two servings of shredded chicken porridge in the bag: "I know, the key is to eat."
Mr. Fu is really like a child sometimes. It's not really a misunderstanding, and I know that he and Jiang Yan have nothing to do with each other, but they are possessive and jealous.
The problem wasn't even Jiang Yan. Before Qi Baicha met Fu Mingye, he liked to sleep with a pillow, and Mr. Fu also ate vinegar for the pillow.
Yes, that's right, Mr. Fu stole his pillow and tied it up as a sandbag. He also bumped into it...
It's like an adolescent boy, full of people he likes, and no sand in his eyes.
Small scene, don't panic. He is very experienced.
"Don't eat it." Fu Mingye took away the two boxes of shredded chicken and meat porridge, and insisted on clearing it up with Qi Baicha.
He picked out all the chicken in one porridge and put it in the other, and decided to let Qi Baicha eat clear porridge and he eat chicken.
This is how the evil gods express their anger.
Qi Baicha knew what he wanted to do at a glance.
The means are always the same. No progress, never tired.
Qi Baicha narrowed his eyes: "Fu Mingye."
The name and surname made Fu Mingye's chopsticks tremble.
Qi Baicha smiled: "Enough is 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 clear porridge for himself.
He knew that Chacha was right.
It was the dark side of his divinity at work.
He's just so easy to be jealous, mindful, selfish, stingy. Cha Cha's life is limited, all his time should belong to him, and he doesn't want to share it with others at all.
But he can't.
That is Cha Cha's life, he can only participate, not twist.
"Eat more meat to supplement nutrition." Fu Mingye changed his words, and had a strong desire to survive.
Qi Baicha smiled again, picked up the chopsticks, and put back half of the chicken: "Don't be so considerate."
Count him acquainted.
After lunch is lunch break, and they can also take a nap in the dormitory.
Qi Baicha had other plans.
"I'll go back to the South Campus and tell the substitute teacher about my teaching progress." Qi Baicha greeted Fu Mingye and closed the dormitory door.
Qi Baicha wants to participate in the recording of the program, so he will definitely not be able to attend classes these days. Teacher Deng, who taught history for class three and class four, was fired, and there was a vacancy in his position.
The students’ courses could not be left behind, and the school transferred two history teachers who were originally teaching the third year of high school as substitutes, and recruited new history teachers by the way.
Of course, the purpose of Qi Baicha is not this, it is just an excuse.
The classrooms of Class 1 and Class 2 are still very lively. Many students are using their lunch break to do their homework, and some are chatting.
"Mengmeng, it's been a few days, don't worry about it." Lin Jiaqi comforted, "Sister Ya'er was working at the time, so it's normal to refuse to sign."
Wang Meng said in frustration: "I know it's normal, but it's a bit humiliating 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? Shall we ask Teacher Qi to ask Sister Ya'er for an autograph?"
Wang Meng: "But we can't see Teacher Qi now..."
The classroom suddenly fell silent.
Qi Baicha stood at the door of the classroom and walked over to Lin Jiaqi's table.
Lin Jiaqi was stunned: "Mengmeng, look, Qi, Teacher Qi." This really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here.
Qi Baicha stood in front of them and asked Lin Jiaqi, "Do you have Fang Ya'er's autographed photo?"
The whole school knows this.
"Yes, what's the matter, Teacher Qi?"
Qi Baicha asked, "Can you show it to me?"
Lin Jiaqi nodded quickly: "Of course!"
The signed photo was kept in her schoolbag like a baby, Lin Jiaqi quickly found it and handed it to Qi Baicha.
Qi Baicha took it and glanced at it.
In the photo is a group photo of Fang Ya'er and Lin Jiaqi. The woman has a gentle smile and a soft temperament, which is very different from what you see in reality.
In the lower right corner of the photo is Fang Ya'er's signature and a blessing saying "Success in school".
He returned the photo: "Thank you." Then he turned and walked out of the classroom.
Leaving a classroom full of students talking.
"Why did Teacher Qi suddenly want to see Fang Ya'er's autographed photo?"
"Is Teacher Qi a fan of Fang Ya'er?"
"Didn't Teacher Qi record the show with them these days, something must have happened..."
…
Due to the strong repulsion and different magnetic fields between the soul of the other world and the native world, the gods can see the soul of the other world in the body of the indigenous people at a glance, and can easily strip the soul from the body.
But if someone has taken away their body by someone from the same world, God cannot directly see it.
Qi Baicha was able to see through other world travelers because they did not belong to this world. Being able to see through the system carrier is because the existence of the system is lower than the gods. The reason they can see through the true body of fairies is that their original form is not human, and there is nothing to hide under the eyes of gods.
The body can be taken away by people on the same plane, and unless the soul is extracted, it cannot be seen directly. But he can't just pump people's souls out of nothing, the process is very painful. If Fang Ya'er was damaged by some evil contamination, and her soul was left by him, wouldn't it be miserable.
Always investigate first before making a decision.
According to the clues now obtained, Fang Ya'er's temperament has changed greatly, and there is a high probability that it is not the same soul as the original one, only the final verification is needed.
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 unfamiliar, and some are familiar but easy to forget the words, thus making mistakes. For example, the blue thread on the road, the terminally ill, not falling into the rut, the trick of the ghost...
There are ten words in total. After Qi Baicha finished reporting, he added one: "Successful in your studies."
The guests didn't react, and they wrote it down as a dictation, and they were a little surprised. Compared with the previous ones, this word is simply a question.
After Qi Baicha collected the answer sheet, he added: "The last word is that I wish you all success in your studies, no scoring will be given."
The guests suddenly realized: "Sure enough, there is no such good thing as giving points..."
Qi Baicha smiled, lowered his head and turned to Fang Ya'er's answer sheet calmly.
The name was written on the answer sheet, and the three words Fang Ya'er looked no different from the signed photo of Lin Jiaqi.
Identical handwriting.
But the words "Successful in school" at the bottom are completely different from the handwriting on the signed photo. Including several other words, all of which are different from the handwriting on the signed photo.
Obviously, in order not to reveal the secret, the person occupying Fang Ya'er's body was desperately practicing imitating Fang Ya'er's signature, but was unable to change all the handwriting in a short period of time.
That soul knew that it was Fang Ya'er's body, and that he enjoyed such an identity, so he planned to keep it secret.
It doesn't seem innocent.
Snow God's law enforcement time has come again.