The evening self-study time of the third year of high school was extended to 10:30 in the evening. Most of the students choose to live on campus, and they go back to the dormitory at night to review until late at night, and get up at six o'clock the next morning, which can be said to be day and night.
Day students can go home at 5:00 pm without having to attend evening self-study. Students who want to study seriously will not relax. They work as hard as they can at home, for fear that their study time will fall behind others, and their college entrance examination scores will be a few ten points worse.
But scumbags don't have this concern.
Scumbags have nothing to fear.
Every class has a few scumbags whose grades are always on the bottom. Yan Yuecen from Class 3 and 2 is one of them. He was notoriously thorny in the class, and he didn't take the school rules seriously since he came in from the first year of high school. Not wearing school uniforms, dyeing yellow hair, talking back to teachers, skipping classes, fighting and smoking... Except for not having a girlfriend and not having a puppy love, I have done all the discipline violations.
But his family background is good. His father is a well-known entrepreneur in the city. Although he is not as good as Mr. Fu, he is also a big man who can shake his feet three times. The school gave several punishments, but still no one was expelled. Teacher Quan thinks he is a douchebag, and simply turns a blind eye.
Anyway, with his family background there, Yan Yuecen couldn't get into a good university, and he could still be sent by his family to study abroad for gold plating, and then he would be a shareholder in his own company to get dividends and become a wealthy idler.
In the eyes of the teacher, he was a rebellious and delinquent teenager. In the eyes of his classmates, he is an ignorant gangster. Except for a decent face, there is no good in the whole body.
Yan Yuecen didn't care about other people's opinions either, and he casually kicked stones on the side of the road on his way home from school. He called the driver at home and asked him not to pick him up, but the driver really didn't come, not even a single extra greeting, cold and impersonal.
Just like that home.
He didn't want to go back to that cold home either.
Although I wandered aimlessly here, I don't know where to go.
Yan Yuecen kicked the pebbles boredly, unscrewed the Coke can and took a sip. Just as he was 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 haven't seen you for a summer vacation. I really miss it." The boy blocking the road was tall, strong, and pimples on his face. He said yin and yang strangely: "It can be considered that I have caught you."
Yan Yuecen is 1.8 meters tall, with single eyelid, dyed golden yellow hair, and a lot of tattooed ear holes, typical of a bad boy. He's not bad looking, and when he squins at people, he looks fierce.
The person in front of him is very familiar to him, a social person who dropped out of school in the first year of high school, and had a holiday with him. As for the reasons for the festival, no one can remember. There is no reason for gangsters to fight, and they are not social people if they don't fight.
Anyway, the result was that he won the fight, beating people to the point of bruising their noses and faces. It is estimated that this guy has hated for a semester, and now he is looking for a few helpers to take revenge.
A bunch of rabble.
Yan Yuecen didn't take the group of weak chickens in his eyes, he twisted the pimple's arm with his backhand, and stepped on the pimple's shoes again, and said impatiently, "If you want to fight, fight, what nonsense?"
Zizhan's face was twisted, and he was restrained and unable to move. He quickly greeted his friends: "What are you waiting for? Go up and beat him!"
The younger brother was trembling: "Brother Qiang, do you really want to fight? That's Yan, the young master of the Yan family..." I thought he was here to scare and scare people, but he really hurt the noble and precious young master. go.
"What kind of young master is he? His stepmother wants to kick him out of the house, and his father listens to his stepmother's words!" Wang Qiang sneered, "Today is the young master, and maybe he will sleep on the street tomorrow!"
This was what he saw with his own eyes. During Yan Yuecen's two years at the school, the driver was always there to pick him up, he never saw his parents, and the seats at the parents' meeting were always vacant. The only time his father came to pick him up in person, Yan Yuecen was still very happy, and 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, rich people marry good-looking wives.
Yan Yuecen saw the woman, his smile disappeared suddenly, and he said coldly, "Bitch."
He was immediately slapped by his father.
Originally, Father Yan was taking his wife out to go shopping, but he suddenly remembered that he had a son and came to pick him up. Father Yan 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 broken young master, it sounds majestic, but in fact it is not a fart.
When the younger brothers heard this, they also became more courageous, and they were about to rush over waving sticks. Yan Yuecen sneered, and smashed the cans in his hand directly, smashing into the face of a minion, and then knocked down the remaining few.
Several people exchanged ouches, fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Yan Yuecen picked up a stick, weighed it in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "I count three times, either get out, or I'll hit it, one—"
He only counted, and the four thugs quickly got up and helped each other get out of his sight.
The wind in the evening was very cool, and most of the students were studying at night in the school. There was no one walking on this road after school and it was very quiet.
As the sun went down, Yan Yuecen looked down at his lonely shadow on the ground, threw away the stick, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette for himself.
… Really boring.
As soon as the fire started, a lovely youthful voice of vitality suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Detected that the target character's scumbag index and world-weariness index meet the conditions, and automatically bind-]
Yan Yuecen's hand shook, and the lighter almost burned his hand.
"Who?!" Yan Yuecen looked left and right, and the street was empty.
You won't meet a ghost before it's dark, will you
[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 hell are you?" Yan Yuecen was really stunned.
[It's a high-tech product from the future world, because it accidentally fell into this world, and I bound it when I saw that the host met the requirements. The host can rest assured that the Xueba system is determined to transform every student scum into a scholar, and it will definitely help the host to become a positive and optimistic young boy! ]
Yan Yuecen was expressionless: "Xueba system? Can you help me cheat in the college entrance examination?"
[cannot! Cheating is wrong and unfair! ]
The Xueba system is serious.
"Can you usually let me copy homework?"
[No, you have to do the homework yourself! ]
"Then what can you do?"
[You can create a selected question bank for the host, lectures by famous teachers, exam training... ]
"Stop, shut up." Yan Yuecen's head froze when he heard it, "You can hire another one. I'm not interested in studying." He wasn't even interested in life, let alone studying.
[The Xueba system is mandatory, and there will be an electric shock penalty if the staged target task is not completed. ]
The Xueba system paused and said aggrieved.
[I don't want to, but that's how my program is set up. ]
Yan Yuecen: "..."
It's a big deal.
When Qi Baicha got home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
As soon as he entered the door, he found Qi Ye sitting on the living room sofa resentfully waiting for him.
Like a lookout stone.
"..." Qi Baicha nodded, "I've been waiting for a long time."
Now the two of them don't even need to make a phone call, they use the myth to connect directly in their minds. Qi Baicha said in the afternoon that on the first day of school today, as the head teacher, he would accompany the students to study at night, and he would come back very late.
Qi Ye asked, "Do you have to come back so late every day from now on?"
"No, it's only Monday. I'll be on duty for self-study that night." Qi Baicha said.
Qi Ye quickly calculated: "There are 52 Mondays in a year. If you come back 6 hours late at a time, a year is 312 hours, 18,720 minutes, and 1,123,200 seconds..."
Qi Baicha: "You are enough."
Qi Ye was annoyed: "The school is battling mandarin ducks! Break us up!"
Qi Baicha: "… "
"Don't you have your own business to do?" As soon as Qi Baicha entered the door, he saw a bunch of black scrolls on the coffee table in the living room.
"Work is so boring, it's fun to have tea with you." Qi Ye picked up a scroll, glanced at it, and threw it to the other side.
The reels on both sides are piled high.
Qi Baicha asked curiously, "Is there any difference between these two piles?"
"I didn't see it on the left, and I didn't want to deal with it on the right." Qi Ye said, "I will use the evil energy to burn everything I am willing to deal with. Those that are not dealt with will disappear automatically after a while."
Seeing that he kept picking it up and throwing it away, Qi Baicha couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to deal with it?"
Qi Ye shook his head and sighed, "That's why I hate work."
Qi Baicha was also sitting on the sofa, next to Qi Ye, and picked up a few rolls from the scroll on the right.
The language used on the scroll is divine language, and ordinary people will never understand it. Of course, he does not seem to have any obstacles.
[It would be great if my mother died. That old age and illness will only drag me down. My monthly salary is only 3,000, so how can I afford to eat rice. ]
[It's so annoying, didn't you just accidentally bump into someone? I really regret that I didn't kill him on the spot, so I just paid a funeral fee. Now he is half-dead and paralyzed. His family asks me for medical expenses every day. ]
[Why should I be infected with AIDS at such a young age, which darn infected me? Tsk, let's go out and make an appointment, pass one to the other, and no one should think about it better. ]
The full volume of maliciousness is shocking, and it is unbearable for anyone to see it.
Not to mention the snow god of natural justice.
Qi Baicha frowned and clenched the scroll, and turned to look at Qi Ye, who was still throwing the scroll.
The Evil God's face was expressionless, obviously he was used to seeing it, and these evil thoughts could no longer make him frown.
Who would love such a job
Listening to the evil thoughts from all over the world, knowing that everything is dirty, but destined to not be able to deal with it all. Evil thoughts will always exist, and evil deeds will always happen in every corner of the world.
There is a God who knows everything, but he cannot stop any of it.
The duty of the evil god is to realize evil thoughts, not to prevent evil deeds. This is the rule, and everyone must abide by it. Before he became the main god, he was not spared.
The only thing Qi Ye can do is not to deal with it, throw away the scrolls engraved with evil thoughts one by one, and not to fulfill their wishes. Even some of them will act on it themselves.
Qi Baicha read a few volumes in silence, feeling a little distressed.
His patron saint is also protecting the creatures of this world in his own way.
Inaction is the greatest action.
"Don't look at it, it will stain your eyes." Qi Ye took the scroll from Qi Baicha's hand.
He suddenly stopped and burned a scroll with evil energy.
Qi Baicha looked carefully, it was a child's wish.
[If only I could suddenly pick up a sum of money, I want to treat the puppy, and I can exchange it for my beloved rag doll. ]
Wanting to pick up money suddenly is greed, and it is also counted as evil thoughts.
Treating a puppy is an act of kindness.
The child's parents are not allowed to spend thousands of dollars on pets. The child was so anxious that he made such a wish when accompanying the sick puppy.
The evil god fulfilled his wish and took away the rag doll that was useless to him.
This is an exchange, and the meaning of remuneration is still to be received.
Qi Ye only completed a piece of work in a long time, and the efficiency can be described as extremely low.
When he was done, he turned around and found that the young man was staring at him unblinkingly.
Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat, and pretended to be calm: "What? Is it because your husband looks so handsome that he works hard, and Chacha likes it?"
"Well, Mr. is very handsome." Qi Baicha smiled slowly and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
"I like Mr. best."