After the teacher becomes a succubus

The conversation between me and the waitress stopped at the same time, and I looked directly at Rachel.The lamb chop propped up against his cheek like a hamster just stuffed a fruit into its cheek pouch.

It's just too cute to be out of place.

Even during the meal, Rachel's expression was not relaxed, as if he was not enjoying the delicious food, but was trying to solve the magic lock that would kill the seventeenth and eighth people if he made a mistake.He carefully sucked the piece of meat I fed him, and his tongue circled around the meat, like a new tomb robber, poking the floor in front of him with a cane, ready to be split in half by the ejected mechanism.After confirming that there would be no incomprehensible changes in this thing, Rachel finally bit it down.

His teeth cut into the meat, and the juices contained in it squeezed out and filled his mouth-I have eaten lamb chops with kiwi fruit several times, and I know what a perfectly cut meat tastes like.The taste of fruity gravy spreading on the tongue is definitely a rare enjoyment, but it made Rachel frowned even deeper, as if facing a different experimental group than expected.

I don't know how long it's been since he really ate, but he was "free of the burden of eating" long before he met me.This person who hadn't eaten in half a century chewed clumsily, with a strange biting rhythm.I always felt that something was out of place, and it took me a while to observe the way his cheek muscles bulged before I realized that the way he ate was totally out of the ordinary.

Rachel did not chew briskly like a normal person. He bit the meat three times (exactly three times), opened his jaw and kept still, and moved the food pieces to a position with his tongue, just like reaching out to stir the grain between pounding grains.I suspect he's not enjoying the lamb chop at all, he's motionless, staring at a point on the table, engrossed in the trivial matter of eating, maybe calculating how much the piece of meat has to be chewed before he can swallow it .

This is fundamentally the rigorous attitude of experimenting with new spells.

There is no tutorial in this world that tells you how to eat, because intelligent creatures who have lived to the age of reading know how to eat.Catch the food, chop the teeth, and stir it with the tongue... It would be too strange to break down and explain the movements that children can do.I couldn't help but wonder, how long has this guy not eaten?Has it been so long that you have forgotten how to eat?

Rachel swallowed what was in her mouth, and looked up to meet my gaze.He looked back with the eyes of "what are you looking at", and I quickly forked the next lamb chop.

The second block is in better shape, and Rachel is a quick learner.His eyes swept over the diners around him, and he mastered the secret of chewing after reaching the second piece, and his movements became more natural.At the third block, his movements had completely lost the traces of his previous clumsiness, as if the stitched corpse had learned to camouflage properly in a few movements.Even so, the attitude of learning and getting things done couldn't be more evident.Looking at the way he eats, it seems that the food has become unpalatable.

"Is it delicious?" I asked.

Rachel didn't say a word, he glanced at me like I was asking an unnecessary stupid question.

Sometimes I regret that I am too good at winking. Being smart also has disadvantages, such as losing the imagination space, and can only face the not-so-good reality, and there is no room for self-deception.If I were not so familiar with Rachel's various expressions, the imagination of feeding small animals or playing a meaty feeding game with my lover would be much more vivid than it is now, and it would be more fun to imagine.But I actually understand very well that what I am doing is no different from that of a lab worker, I am just serving Master and his elders.

Ah, how boring.

Foolishness and self-deception are important means of improving one's life in most situations, but Rachel is not most people, and none of the situations he is involved in are "most situations."When your life unfortunately intersects with him, you must be very, very clear about the difference between beautiful imagination and reality. Self-deception is a terrible luxury, just like the magic crystal powder sucked by fallen mages. ruin a life.

However, his clumsiness and perfunctory handling of food seemed to be very obvious only to me.

The waitress and the people around who looked at her showed expressions of affection, as if they thought it was cute.In the eyes of the onlookers who don't know the truth, Rachel's appearance of eating carefully is like a cautious little animal. They probably think that Rachel's clumsiness at the beginning is a picky young master, or a person who is usually busy. Scholars interested in enjoying life get their first taste of the good stuff—read it in their self-righteous loving eyes.

If Rachel is not my big devil mentor, but a partner who is willing to sing oboe with me, I must act like a bankrupt brother.At this time, if the image of "the poor brother who is so shy and can only let the younger brother eat a little food occasionally", among the onlookers, there must be people with excess love clapping their chests and vying to give generously.

I subconsciously estimated the value of the clothes and accessories on the onlookers, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

The original plan remained unchanged. We fed the other one and finished the plate of food that should have been enjoyed with great efficiency.When we went out, many people showed regret on their faces. It is gratifying to congratulate, the situation is not serious enough to block the way.

Rachel finished an adult portion of lamb chops, and I packed a little food.Under the cover of the spell, we walked towards the arranged teleportation location. After leaving the tavern, the whole air became quiet, and the contrast was so strong that people were not used to it.

So I had nothing to say and asked, "Are the lamb chops delicious?"

Rachel glanced at me, as if wondering that I was still obsessed with this problem.Hey, I'm really stuck with this problem.An obsession that came from nowhere made me speak again: "Isn't it delicious?"

"That's just food," Rachel said. "It wouldn't have taken us so long if you had chosen a more convenient location."

Uh huh, exactly the same conversation I had rehearsed in my head.

This night, the moon and stars are sparse, even without the firelight, the stars and moon are enough to illuminate the road.They are very beautiful, but even if the God of Beauty stands in front of Rachel, he will only consider how to get benefits from the other party.I feel a little bit regretful, I wish I had given him some spicy ghost pepper soup just now, I wonder if he would have any other reaction if I poured that stuff down his throat.

"So," he added, "that's what you're there for, 'talking' to those people?"

I didn't realize what he was saying for a while, and it took a few seconds to understand what he meant dully.

"That's normal social interaction, teacher." I said helplessly.

"You offer flashy compliments to everyone, even if you don't know their names, regardless of race and gender. Just in case you don't, Hyman, I'm not a fool, I know what a normal conversation looks like." Rachel sneered Said, "Your taste is truly astonishing."

We met not only Uncle Sabi and the waitress Emily in the tavern. In the second half of the time, Emily was called away in a busy schedule, and two waiters came one after another to provide food, drinks and take care of the checkout. In addition to the short conversation with the proprietress when I left at the end, I did chat with many people. Maybe the words were a bit ambiguous, the time was a bit unnecessarily long, and there were a lot of irrelevant content.

I would have liked to say that this was all about taking troublesome people away from Rachel and preventing them from interfering with the teacher's meal, but that's not the truth.There's no point in lying about this, the truth is, that's who I am.Been a troubadour for too long, strike up a conversation and throw praises everywhere, life, enjoy yourself in time.

I scratched my head and just said, "I didn't intend to sleep with all of them, just joking and flirting...in case you don't know, teacher, as an ordinary, unmotivated, weak scum Intelligent beings, that's how we entertain ourselves when we're not fighting. What's wrong with something that pleases everyone?"

"You're a little bit wrong." Rachel laughed. "There's no 'us', Hyman, and you know it. You were never one of them, and never will be."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am the black sheep among the flocks, the bat among the birds, I was born with an ominous nature, and I was targeted by the great devil, so pitiful." I drawled my voice like singing, "I am a damned traitor. Or, I have nowhere to go alone..."

"You are mine, from the day I picked you up." Rachel interrupted my flamboyant libretto, "You betray or you don't betray, you kill me or I kill you...that doesn't change anything .Before I get tired of it, you're mine forever, and it's up to me, not you."

This is Rachel.

He tends his apprentice like a dragon tends treasure, and the only way to get rid of him is total death—kill him, or be killed by him.So if life is too monotonous, there will be this kind of result, no friends, no lover, like a lonely old man who guards a three-acre land all his life, small-minded and bad-tempered, he would rather let his vegetables rot in the field than Allow them to jump into other pots.As for me, I was probably the biggest, most conspicuous and handsome radish in his field, and I had high hopes, let alone run away without authorization.

"But I seem to have managed to escape." I said, "Nine years, Rachel, I've been traveling in places you don't know, making friends, fighting, drinking, and sleeping with people you haven't seen... …Those things have happened countless times. I could marry and have children somewhere, I could die somewhere, anything could happen in nine years, and you know nothing and can do nothing about it.”

Rachel said nothing, his anger like a cold poisonous snake.Those eyes under the moonlight were as dark as blood, and now he looked purely a creation of darkness, a dangerous and deadly monster.

I looked at him and didn't regret what I said just now, but suddenly felt less interested.

I'm not in the mood today, it must be because I didn't eat the grilled lamb chops.

"Okay, let's pass this chapter." I shrugged and changed my words, "Don't be angry, you, I am your dog in life and your dead dog in death. I don't mind if you let me go east. To the west, if you let me go to the soup, I will not go through the fire..."

I bit my tongue.

I bit my tongue because Rachel threw a detect disease on me, and the green aura flashed, showing that I was in great shape.However, not long ago today, he used the detection of disease on another object. The connection between the two inevitably made me have a terrible association.

"This is your chance to go through fire and water." Rachel laughed nervously, and the expression called "I'm not going to have a good time, and you don't want to have a good time" made my back shudder.

With this look of wanting to die with me, he said: "It's useless to eat, I'm still hungry."