Working as a babysitter in high school

The movies the child watched were messed up, and the movie discs given by Wutiao were also messed up. He seriously suspected that the other party was too lazy to choose and took them all in one go.

Taking a bottle of soda and sitting on the sofa, the TV screen is still changing, the beautiful colors are changing, the mouths of men and women are opening and closing, and the sound of melodious music seems to be starting to fade away.

Just halfway through eating the potato chips, Knotweed felt his shoulders sinking. He turned his head and looked over, not knowing when Yuan Qiliang had fallen asleep.

"Ah... the work is very hard." After living here for a few days, and seeing the other party's hurried figure before, even if he didn't know where the other party was working, Knotweed was very aware of the other party's fatigue.

Thinking of this, Polygonum cuspidatum lowered the sound of the movie by two degrees, and shifted the direction slightly to make the other party sleep more comfortably.

After trying it a few times, I still felt that my shoulders were very hard, so the knotweed simply leaned the person on my body, just resting on my legs.

At the beginning of the boy's movements, Yuan Qiliang had a feeling, even if he trusted the other party very much, he would not fall into a deep sleep under such circumstances.Lie down on the lap of the knotweed, stunned for a moment, Yuan Qiliang listened to the young man's breathing and tone that kept changing with the development of the movie plot, and unconsciously fell asleep.

Going out for a circle, and bought some desserts to join in the fun, Wutiao saw such a strange scene as soon as he entered the door.

Wait, this is a lap pillow!Why did this kind of picture appear when I just defined it as a father and son, eh, no, so it’s not daddy, but mommy?

Gojo Satoru, who completely missed the point in his brain circuit, laughed like a fool, and almost fell over.

"Teacher Wutiao, keep your voice down." Hearing the voice, Hu Zhang turned his head, put his finger on his mouth, and said seriously.

"Yes, yes." He opened the cake box in his hand, took out another part and put it in the refrigerator of Yuan Qiliang's house, and Wujo Wujo sat cross-legged beside him and watched TV with the knotweed.

"Ah, this girl will die in the finale."

Scooping up a spoonful of cream, the innocent smile of the woman was being captured on the big screen at this time, coupled with Gojo Satoru's words, Knotweed felt that he couldn't arouse his curiosity about the plot of the movie at all.

"Don't spoil it!"

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, do you want to watch another movie? The ending of this movie is very silly."

"..." His face puffed up, and the face of the knotweed was full of unhappiness. "Ah... By the way, Gojo-sensei, do you know about Yuan-sensei?"

Just now he realized that he didn't know anything about this nominal guardian, and what he knew was limited to his name. He has a good personality, basically he doesn't reject people very much, and... he is very powerful.

"I don't know, but Xiao Liang once said 'the more you know, the closer you will be to death', anyway, he is my friend, that's enough!"

"It's really ridiculous. This man's level of danger is not much lower than mine." A mouth appeared on the face of the knotweed, and before Su Nuo had time to say anything, his mouth was blocked by something.

He directly stuffed the whole of Xue Mei Niang bought back into Su Nuo's mouth, Yuan Qi Liang half-closed his eyes, lying in the arms of the tiger stick, "It's so noisy, you guys."

"Ah, I'm sorry..." Hu Zhang, who hastily covered his mouth, blinked aggrievedly. He had paid attention to controlling the volume, but Su Nuo couldn't control it.

Sighing helplessly, Yuan Qiliang sat up and rubbed his messy hair, "Forget it, it's all trivial, I'll go to sleep for two hours first, you can do whatever you want."

The two looked at each other and said nothing.It didn't take long for Wutiao to leave. He never stayed in the same place all the time. He was either running around playing or buying desserts every day.

Just after watching a movie and preparing to change discs, Hu Zhang saw Yuan Qiliang changing clothes and preparing to go out.

"Are you going out so late?"

"Well, I'm going to work overtime." Yuan Qiliang's voice didn't sound as energetic as usual, but when he listened carefully, there seemed to be resentment.But if you think about it, you have to go out and work overtime at night...

"Remember to close the doors and windows at night, and don't open the door to strange people."

"I know, I'm not a child, don't worry."

"The people I'm worried about are obviously those who break into the empty door." After making a few jokes, Yuan Qiliang slapped his face and walked out.

Near his house, there is a 'gate' to hell.

I don't know if it's the builder's bad taste or something else, Yuan Qiliang raised his hand to cover his face, walked in from a 'club' that didn't look very serious, in the third floor of the bathroom on the third floor Behind the door is the passage to enter.

As soon as you enter hell, you will see a scene full of excitement. It is now July, the busiest time of the year.

The closer to the Obon festival, the shorter their daily rest period.

Of course, after the busy Obon festival, there will be a long holiday that will move people to tears!In a world where day and night are never the same, and vacations are fart hell, this holiday is the dawn of dawn!It is a lighthouse that guides people forward in the dark!

"Ah, Lord Yuan." The jailer Tang Gua with two small horns on his head noticed Yuan Qiliang, "Master Ghost Lantern is getting angry inside."

It seemed that he was afraid of being heard by others. When he said this, Tang Gua's voice was very low, as if he was talking about an shady topic.

"What happened?" I also noticed that Yan Modiandian was abnormal. These people were all standing outside the door holding their documents and did not dare to go in. There were even two jailers holding a dead soul waiting for trial.

"Uh, that's the one..." Tang Gua looked around and looked around before secretly opening his mouth like a thief, "Because King Yan Mo is too fat, he knocked down the files he just sorted out." ,so……"

"Oh, that idiot."

"...Your Excellency, you just seemed to treat King Yan Mo as an idiot as if nothing had happened."

"That's what you heard wrong. How could I be so disrespectful to the great and noble King Yan Mo?"

……

Looking up at the expression on Yuan Qi Liang's face, Tang Gua was extremely sure that the other party's current expression was exactly the same as that of Lord Ghost Lantern.That kind of kind smile that exudes black air.

Raising his hand to pat his face, Yuan Qiliang regained that gentle smile and squeezed past the crowd.A group of people who were in a hurry to work but didn't dare to see the scene where King Yan Mo was beaten saw Yuan Qiliang as if they were seeing their own mother, and they grabbed him one by one and didn't let go.

"Don't worry, Ghost Lantern won't bully King Yan Mo. They should just pack up the documents together inside. I'll go in and pack up together, and everyone will come in and report."

The jailer standing next to him couldn't help but retort when he heard this, can't you hear the shout of King Yan Mo inside, which is like killing a pig?So you still say they are sorting out the files?

Before he could say anything, the man in front of him walked in, and the next second, the continuous 'sound of killing a pig' suddenly turned into a short and sharp cry, like a cry before dying, the voice was so loud Everyone can hear clearly.

"..." The people standing outside always felt that they were witnessing a murder scene, and they were as quiet as a cicada and did not dare to move.

Within a few minutes, the gate of Yan Modian was opened from the inside, Yuan Qiliang still waved to everyone with the gentle smile he had just entered.

"Okay, come in."

After people went in one by one, what they saw were the documents that had been sorted out, and... the ghost lamp sitting on the seat that belonged to King Yan Mo.

"King Yan Mo slipped to the waist just now, I will stand for him for a while." The black-haired ghost explained.

Every year, Yuan Qiliang would go to Hell to work overtime except around the Obon Festival when the manpower was really too busy. Normally, what he needs to be responsible for is the various things in the human world.

Although he was severely beaten, the (resilience) King Yan Mo quickly returned to work. A group of people worked overtime until the early morning to complete the extra work.

"The next step is to count the situation of the undead. Yuan, I will trouble you to pay more attention when the undead returns. After all, there are still many stupid guys who have increased their workload over the years."

Thinking of some dead souls returning to the world to visit their relatives during this rare holiday, and finally being overwhelmed with negative emotions due to various things, leading to the so-called "curse" breeding, the ghost lamp is so angry that it wants to knock on every dead soul.

Do you choose 'negativity' or mace?

If you answer correctly, you will be rewarded (laughs)

"Well, I finally finished my work, so don't talk about these disappointing things anymore, Yuan Jun, would you like to have a drink together?"

King Yan Mo stretched out his hand to squeeze the cup, and looked at Yuan Qiliang expectantly.

"No, I still have work in the morning, so I'll go back to sleep first." After coming out of hell, he almost knocked down a blind drunk in the clubhouse, Yuan Qiliang stared at the scratched lipstick mark on his clothes and sighed helplessly .

This day is really difficult.

Having been working efficiently all night, Yuan Qiliang still feels his head hurting, he just wants to go back and drink a cup of hot milk and fall asleep.

His eyelids were trembling, and his shoulders ached.

The key was inserted into the lock, and as soon as he walked into the living room, before he poured himself a glass of water, he heard a harsh laugh.

"Is this going to work overtime? Oh, it's really hard." Su Nuo, who was exchanged at some time, sat on the sofa with his hands on his face, smiling very uncomfortable. "It's hard work to add fragrance to the lipstick mark?"

During this time, it's not that Su Nuo didn't have a little understanding of modern times. Through the knotweed, he learned about this era very quickly, and he knew almost everything that the knotweed knew.

Similarly, in the current situation, if you change the knotweed stick, there may be no response, but if you change Su Nuo... It is almost confirmed what Yuan Qiliang is going to do after a face-to-face meeting.

The crumpled shirt, the haircut that was obviously scratched and not so docile, and the scent that didn't belong to him.

Isn't that what it looks like when you go out fooling around in the middle of the night and get caught?

His brain was half a beat slow, but he also understood what the other party's mocking 'hard work' referred to. Yuan Qiliang felt that he was really miserable.Working overtime to look like a dog, but still being misunderstood as fooling around, what kind of world is this, can't it be more warm? !

"...You misunderstood." Yuan Qiliang explained dryly, and Yuan Qiliang didn't have the energy to say anything more to the other party. If it was a knotweed stick, he would still take care of the mental problems of minors, but Su Nuo forget it, anyway, it's not a big deal thing.

Right now he!Just want to go to sleep!