After Marrying the Evil God

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. When they go back to the dormitory at night, they have to review until late at night. They get up at [-] o'clock the next morning. It can be said that it is day and night.

Day students do not need to participate in evening self-study, and can go home at [-] pm.Students who want to study hard will not relax, and work as hard as they do at home, for fear that they will lag behind others in their study time, and their scores in the college entrance examination will be worse by tens of points.

But the scumbags don't have this concern.

The scumbags are fearless.

Every class has a few scumbags whose grades are always on the bottom, and Yan Yuecen from Class [-], Grade [-] is one of them.He is a well-known thorn in his class, and he has never paid attention to the school rules since he came in the first year of high school.Not wearing school uniform, dyed yellow hair, talking back to the teacher, skipping class, fighting and smoking...except for not having a girlfriend or dating a puppy, he has done all the things that violate discipline.

But his family background is good, his father is a well-known entrepreneur in this city, although not as good as Fu's, but he is also a big man who can shake three shocks by stomping his feet.The school gave him several punishments, but still did not expel him.The teacher regarded him as a dawdler, so he simply turned a blind eye.

Anyway, because of his family background, Yan Yuecen couldn't get into a good university, and he could be sent to study abroad by his family to be gilded, and he would become a shareholder in his own company to get dividends and be a rich idler.

In the eyes of the teacher, he is a rebellious adolescent and a bad boy.In the eyes of his classmates, he is an ignorant gangster.Except for a passable face, there is nothing good about him.

Yan Yuecen didn't care about other people's opinions, he just kicked the stones on the side of the road on the way home from school.He called the driver at home to ask the driver not to come to pick him up, but the driver really didn't come, not even a superfluous greeting, cold and impersonal.

Same as that home.

He also didn't want to go back to that cold home.

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

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

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

"Young Master Yan, I haven't seen you for a summer vacation. I really miss you." The boy blocking the road was tall and strong, with pimples on his face.He said strangely, "I've caught you."

Yan Yuecen is 1.8 meters tall, with single eyelids, dyed golden yellow hair, a lot of tattoos and pierced ears. He is dressed like a typical delinquent boy.He's not bad-looking, and he has a ruthless look when he squints at people.

He knew the person in front of him very well. He was a social person who dropped out of school in the first year of high school, and he had a problem with him.As for the reason for the festival, no one can remember, gangsters don't need a reason to fight, and it's not a social person not to fight.

Anyway, the result was that he won the fight, and he beat the man black and blue.This guy probably held grudges for a semester, and now he is looking for some helpers to take revenge.

A bunch of rabble.

Yan Yuecen didn't pay attention to this group of weak chickens, twisted Acne's arm with his backhand, stepped on Acne's shoes hard, and said impatiently: "If you want to hit, hit it, what nonsense?"

Acne's face was distorted, he was restrained and couldn't move, he quickly greeted his friends: "What are you waiting for? Go up and beat him!"

The younger brother tremblingly said: "Brother Qiang, do you really want to fight? That's Yan, the young master of the Yan family..." I thought it was just to scare people, but it really hurt the precious young master. go around.

"What kind of young master is he? His stepmother is eager to kick him out of the house, so his father will listen to his stepmother!" Wang Qiang sneered, "Today is young master, tomorrow he might sleep on the street!"

He had seen it with his own eyes.Yan Yuecen has been in school for two years, and he is always picked up by the driver. He never sees his parents, and the seats at parent meetings are always empty.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, and it turns out that rich people marry good-looking wives.

When Yan Yuecen saw the woman, his smile disappeared all of a sudden, and he said coldly, "Bitch."

Immediately, he was slapped by his father.

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

After that, Wang Qiang didn't pay much attention to 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, waving their sticks and were about to rush over.Yan Yuecen sneered, and threw the soda can in his hand directly, hitting the face of one minion, and then knocked down the remaining few.

A few people exchanged ouch, 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'll count to three, either roll, or I'll hit it, one—"

He just counted, and the four gangsters quickly got up, helped each other and rolled out of his sight.

The wind in the evening is very cool, and most of the students study at night at school. There are few people walking on this road after school, and it is very quiet.

As the sun was setting, 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 was lit, a lovely youthful voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

[It is detected that the target person's academic scum index and world-weary index meet the conditions, and the binding is automatically performed——]

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

"Who?!" Yan Yuecen looked around, he was the only one in the empty street.

You can't meet ghosts before it's dark, right?

[Hello host, the Xueba system is dedicated to serve you. ]

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

"What the hell are you?" Yan Yuecen was stunned.

[It’s a high-tech product from the future world. Because it accidentally fell into this world, 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 scumbag into a schoolmaster, and it will definitely help the host to become a positive, optimistic and sunny boy! ]

Yan Yuecen was expressionless: "Xueba system? Can you help me cheat in the college entrance examination?"

[cannot!Cheating is incorrect and unfair! ]

The Xueba system said seriously.

"Can I copy my homework?"

[No, you have to finish the homework by yourself! ]

"Then what can you do?"

[You can tailor-made selected question banks for the host, give lectures by famous teachers, test training...]

"Stop, shut up." Yan Yuecen's head got dizzy when he heard it, "You should ask someone else to be smart. I'm not interested in studying." He wasn't even interested in life, let alone study.

[The Xueba system is mandatory, and if you fail to complete the staged goals and tasks, you will be punished by electric shock. ]

The Xueba system paused and said aggrieved.

[I don't want to either, but that's how my program is set up. ]

Yan Yuecen: "..."

It's a big deal.

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

As soon as he entered the door, he found Qi Ye sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him resentfully.

Like a husband stone.

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

Now the two of them don't even need to make phone calls, they can communicate directly in their minds through mythology.Qi Baicha said in the afternoon that on the first day of school today, as the head teacher, he has to accompany the students in their evening self-study and will come back very late.

Qi Ye asked, "Will you come back so late every day from now on?"

"No, it's only Monday, and I'm on duty that night for self-study." Qi Baicha said.

Qi Ye quickly calculated: "There are 52 Mondays in a year, and one time you come back 6 hours late, that's 312 hours, 18720 minutes, 1123200 seconds..."

Qi Baicha: "You are enough."

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

Qi Baicha: "..."

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

"Work is so boring, it's fun to be with Chacha." Qi Ye casually picked up a scroll, glanced at it, and 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 ones on the left, and I didn't want to deal with the ones on the right." Qi Ye said, "I will burn the ones I want to deal with with my evil energy. Those I don't deal 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, "Is there anything you want to deal with?"

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 scrolls from the scroll on the right.

The scroll is written in the language of God, and ordinary people will never be able to see it. Of course, he seems to have no obstacles.

[It would be great if my mother died, that old man is sick all over, it will only drag me down, my salary is only [-] a month, how can I afford to eat rice. ]

[It's so annoying, didn't you just bump into someone accidentally?I really regret that I didn't kill him on the spot, and just pay him a funeral fee.Now he is 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, who the hell infected me?Tsk, it's better to continue to go out and make appointments, one pass is one, no one should think about it. ]

The volume of maliciousness is shocking, and it is unbearable for anyone who reads it.

Not to mention the snow god who is born with justice.

Qi Baicha clenched the scroll tightly with brows, and turned to look at Qi Ye who was still throwing the scroll.

The evil god had no expression on his face, obviously he was used to seeing it, and these evil thoughts could no longer make him frown.

Who would like such a job?

Listen to the evil thoughts from all over the world, know all the dirty things, but you are 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 god who knows everything, but he can't stop anything.

The duty of evil gods is to realize evil thoughts, not to prevent evil deeds.This is a rule that everyone must abide by, and he was not spared before becoming the main god.

The only thing Qi Ye could do was not deal with it, throw away the scrolls engraved with evil thoughts one by one, and not satisfy their wishes.Even if some of them do it themselves.

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

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

Inaction is the greatest act.

"Don't look at it, it will dirty 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.

[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 doll. ]

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

But treating puppies is a kind deed.

The child's parents did not allow thousands of dollars to be spent on pets. The child was so anxious that he made such a wish when he was with the sick puppy.

The evil god fulfilled his wish and took away the useless rag doll for him.

This is an exchange, and the remuneration means that you still have to collect it.

It took Qi Ye half a day to complete a job, and the efficiency was extremely low.

After he finished his work, he turned back and found that the young man was staring at him unblinkingly for an unknown how long.

Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm: "What? Is it true that your husband looks handsome when he works hard, and Chacha likes it?"

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

"I like Mr. best."