With each floor the elevator went up, Jiaobai's thoughts became clearer. Qi Yiliao didn't let him eat fresh dates to prevent him from hurting his throat, and he pushed the bed upstairs because he was afraid that his ribs and coccyx would hurt.
This is all for his health.
Relatively speaking, Qi Yiliao did not make him suffer in this regard.
When Jiaobai was thinking this, the elevator door opened, the bed was stuck in the doorway, and Qi Yiliao's voice said, "Come down."
Jiaobai's eyes widened.
Qi Yiliao propped his hands on the headboard and looked down at him: "You have been lying down all the way, you should get up and move around. If you lie down for too long," Qi Yiliao pulled up the collar of his pajamas, "you won't be able to get up."
“… I just didn’t react.” Jiaobai stood up slowly, “Thank you, Mr. Qi, for taking care of me.”
Qi Yiliao walked out of the elevator and said, "Then be good."
Jiaobai got out of bed by holding the bed rails. The secret of the Qi family and the source of Qi Yilao's perversion were all here. He first glanced at the white cat, and then walked out of the elevator after making sure there was nothing unusual.
What caught his eye was...
Buddhist temple.
It is not magnificent and only occupies a small area, surrounded by large areas of empty space and pale walls.
This creates a very weird visual feeling.
Jiaobai stopped in front of the elevator and did not rush to follow Qi Yiliao.
What was placed on the altar was actually an empty incense burner, clean and without any incense burning.
The茭白 moved his nose, but he couldn't smell any fragrance here.
A Buddhist temple was set up, but no incense was burned or offerings were made.
It seems to be used as a decoration.
Jiaobai quickly looked around the temple. Whether it was the patterns on the altar, the sculptures on the ceiling, or the materials used for the cushions, they were all very fine and precious.
"This is where my mother chanted sutras when she was alive." Qi Yiliao stood in the center of the Buddhist hall and bowed to a Buddha statue in the middle. "She didn't like any kind of incense, but she believed in Buddhism. I kept the Buddhist hall as it is, just as a reminder."
"Oh, so that's it." Jiao Bai responded absentmindedly. This was the first time in his two lives that he entered a private Buddhist temple. He felt uncomfortable. He felt that the small Buddha statues lined up in a row looked weird when illuminated by the lights. Xiao Ji and Jiang Yan also came here. I wonder how they felt and what they did.
Jiaobai rubbed the back of his sweaty neck and asked, "What does Mr. Qi mean by asking me to help you?"
Qi Yiliao: "Don't worry."
Wild rice: “…”
The comics don't mention Qi Yilao's life experience or upbringing at all, so Jiaobai's current performance is completely improvisation.
Qi Yiliao waved: "Come here."
The wild rice moved closer.
Qi Yiliao glanced at his neck, his eyes filled with confusion and concern: "Why are you sweating so much?"
Not only was Jiaobai sweating a lot, his heartbeat was also accelerating.
Hurry up, old pervert, come and deal with me with your knife or sword, so that I can die soon and be reborn.
Seeing that Qi Yiliao was going to take a shower and change clothes before messing with him, Jiaobai couldn't wait and used his "seeking death" skill: "I'm sleepy, so I want to go downstairs and sleep early."
The smile in Qi Yiliao's eyes disappeared instantly, and he said calmly: "Xiaobai is sleepy, okay, let's hurry up."
Jiaobai's heart was pounding.
Qi Yilao's habit is voice control. Xiao Ji made a mistake and got injured on his back, but when he went downstairs he was able to walk and run, so it didn't look like his injury was serious.
Jiang Yan said that as long as you don't make mistakes, you won't be punished.
This shows that although Qi Yilao is abnormal, he is not insane and is still within the controllable range.
Jiaobai closed his eyes and calmed down. His voice was normal. He promised not to make Qi Yilao excited, but he still had the Great Compassion Mantra. If it didn't work, he would pretend to be possessed and recite it.
"It's not a very complicated thing, just read a few pages of the book here," Qi Yiliao smiled and looked at Jiaobai affectionately, "I think Xiaobai can do this."
“Why do you want to study here…” Before Jiaobai could finish his words, the book was handed to him.
"Start from page 32." Qi Yiliao sat on a chair next to the altar, crossed his legs, and raised his chin to him leisurely.
The茭白 explodes on the spot when you turn the page. It's all in English and handwritten!
"Mr. Qi, there are some unfamiliar words here and I don't know them." Jiaobai was just like the students who were called on to answer questions. He chose a sincere route to try, and if it didn't work, he would change it.
"It's okay," Qi Yiliao said gently, "Try to read it?"
Jiaobai forced a smile: "Okay."
Therefore, the companions around Qi Yilao, whether beautiful, ugly, fat or thin, were there to help him read.
Is this because he wanted to be a teacher, but failed because he had to bear the responsibility of his family's survival, and thus developed a twisted obsession
Anyway, tonight is just reading. This is much better than what Jiaobai imagined.
The hem of Jiaobai's pajamas suddenly felt cold, and the chill climbed up along his waistline. He shivered, lowered his head, and was stunned.
Qi Yilao had a ruler in his hand at some point, one end in his palm and the other on Jiaobai's waist, his brows full of threatening dissatisfaction.
"Xiaobai, you are too distracted."
There was sweat on Jiaobai's back. It was not a small whip or a lit candle, but a ruler. That's fine. This is very Teacher Qi.
Playing fucking role playing huh
"Mr. Qi, why do you make it look like you are in class?" Jiaobai asked innocently.
Qi Yilao tilted his head, smiling kindly, with bloodshot eyes.
Jiaobai looked at him for a few seconds, his hair standing on end. He couldn't find out anything, so he had to study. He had to study.
However, even if it's a handwritten version, it's still an antique that's been around for who knows how many years. It looks like a child's handwriting, a tiny blob, and many parts are not clear.
hehe.
Start reading from the first line of page 32.
"Erinaceus." Qi Yilao corrected, his tone magnetic and his eyes encouraging.
Jiaobai read it again.
Qi Yiliao: “Wrong.”
Jiaobai felt the ruler against his waist exerting force, and he hurriedly said, "I'll try again!"
Qi Yiliao nodded and said comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake once."
The wild rice can't laugh.
That is to say, if you make the same mistake twice, you will be reprimanded.
Jiaobai tried to read the word again.
Qi Yilao said nothing.
Jiaobai continued reading, but after a while he got stuck.
There were so many uncommon words, about a dozen on page 32 alone. His vocabulary was simply not enough for a high school student.
Jiao Bai read the books that Jiang Yan gave him when he was in Shangming Garden, but he had no time to memorize them because Shen Ji was busy with other things.
Jiaobai suddenly realized that Qi Yiliao was staring at him, without blinking, with no expression on his face and his lips pursed. He looked like a disappointed parent.
Even without getting close, you could see his tense brows. The hand holding the ruler was trying hard to restrain itself and was already shaking a little, ready to lash out at any moment.
"Mr. Qi, I tried, but it didn't work." Jiaobai's feet went weak, and he said embarrassedly, "My ability is very limited, I can't help you."
Qi Yiliao murmured: "No way?"
He tapped his forehead twice, leaned back, looked at the sculpture above his head, and smiled strangely: "No way."
Although he was smiling, his face was trembling nervously.
Jiaobai quickly grabbed the ruler through her pajamas and said, "I feel like I can do it again!"
Qi Yiliao looked at him for a moment with an unchanged smile: "You can't concentrate and calm your mind, so how can you read?"
As he spoke, Qi Yiliao brought the chair next to him and said, "Sit down and read."
Jiaobai sat down with the notebook in his hand.
What kind of thing is this? Reading an English handwritten version in the Buddhist temple in the middle of the night. This disciplinary lesson is simply outrageous.
Jiaobai was really scared. He rarely looked serious. His chin, which had grown a little rounder, was pressed against the collar of his pajamas. His clear, thick black, but not very long eyelashes drooped down, and words came out one by one from between his pale lips.
Qi Yiliao pulled out the ruler, held the end that had touched the young man's waistline between his fingers, and began to rub it casually.
The pronunciation of the readers is too unstandard, awkward, unpleasant and harsh.
But there are emotional fluctuations, floating densely among the words.
Qi Yilao's breathing became slightly heavier, and the leg muscles under his trousers were twitching abnormally. He frowned, and after a few seconds, his brows frowned a little tighter, and his Adam's apple in his shirt collar moved rapidly.
It seemed as if he was enduring some extreme, inescapable pain.
Jiaobai was concentrating on his notebook. When he came across an unfamiliar word, he tried to think for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer. He thought the ruler would fall on him, but there was no movement.
Qi Yilao lowered his head, bent over, closed his eyes, and did not move.
The white cat closed its eyes.
The thin iron wire was tied around his bloody neck, but his expression was peaceful.
It looks like a "sleeping baby".
Wild rice: “…”
What was going on? Jiao Bai didn't have time to think about it, and now was not a good time to investigate the third floor, so he wanted to retreat.
But he just had this thought, Qi Yiliao, who was sitting opposite him, opened his eyes and asked in a strange hoarse voice: "Why stop?"
The ruler drew a hard line in the air that was filled with evil spirit.
Like a poisonous snake opening its mouth towards the wild rice.
Jiaobai wanted to hide, but he didn't move for fear of injuring his ribs. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and the expected severe pain did not come.
After a suffocating second or two, Jiaobai's eyelids opened a little, and what came into view was an arm covered with a gray shirt.
When Qi Yiliao was about to hit him, he blocked it with his hand.
I got hit myself.
Jiaobai stared at him in a daze.
"If you don't understand something, you can call me." Qi Yilao's lips were pale and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The arm that blocked the ruler was trembling, and a long, dark watermark appeared on his outer shirt, which smelled of blood.
He stood up, dragged the long ruler on the ground for a short distance, and suddenly walked to Jiaobai, leaning closer with one hand on the back of the chair. He spoke each word with a fishy and cool breath, but also with a warm and impetuous tone, "Not lazy."
Qi Yilao's eyes were filled with twisted helplessness and anger.
But the white cat was crying at the茭白.
It took Jiaobai a long time to blink. From Qi Yiliao's reaction, it was clear how fierce the blow was. If he was hit, no matter where he was, his skin would be torn apart.
He couldn't figure out why Qi Yiliao was blocking him, so he hit himself.
Jiaobai rubbed the book in his hand. This old pervert was about to lose control. He explained: "It's not that I don't want to read, it's that my voice is hoarse."
"Mute?" Qi Yiliao leaned forward, "Let me see."
The water chestnuts do not grow.
Qi Yiliao frowned: "Open your mouth."
Jiaobai was not cooperating, and he had no doubt at all that as soon as he opened his mouth, either a ruler would come in or Qi Yilao's finger would be pointed at him.
"Xiao Bai, if it was Lao Shen, he would pinch your face and force you to open your teeth. If you can't open your teeth, he would just remove your jaw. I don't like that kind of violence."
Qi Yiliao raised the ruler in his hand and gently dropped it, hitting Jiaobai's throat. He said with embarrassment, "So, you should cooperate and don't make me do something I don't like."
Jiaobai put on her slippers that were worn inside out and said, "If I cooperate, you won't hit me with a ruler, right?"
"Silly child."
Qi Yiliao stood up, put his palms on the top of his head and rubbed it twice, his eyes fell on the Buddha statues, with indifference, nausea and stomach nausea in his eyes.
The next moment he smiled again: "Be good."