Pure Love Guide ABO

I crawled excitedly all the way back to the dormitory and after washing my hands, I lay down on the bed, reverently picked up my phone and began to reply to Teacher Qingye’s message, and I also gave a gift of a cat expression pack that I thought was super cute.

"Good teacher, may I ask what day and where is it? [喵喵望望.jpg]"

"Whatever is convenient for you, from Friday to weekend. Come to my house."

After speaking, he directly shared a coordinate with me.

I looked at this coordinate with my heart pounding, and I was dumbfounded.Is the address of a private residence something that can be shared with others casually?What if I am a liar?Teacher Qing Ye is too defenseless!

Before I knew it, I had forgotten my worries a few minutes ago, and started to worry about Teacher Qing Ye.

I feel more and more that Teacher Qing Ye is a typical literati temper, and I decided to persuade him after meeting him.

In the end we set a time to meet at ten o'clock in the morning on Saturday, which is tomorrow.

So I got out of bed and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, trying to find a decent piece of clothing. The fat man saw me and asked me if I was going on a blind date. I said I was going for an interview, and he immediately rolled my eyes with contempt.Speaking of it, I often forget that there are actually four people in our dormitory, but because the other two people don't return home all the time, Fatty and I are more familiar in this dormitory.

Fatty is the least Alpha-like Alpha I have ever seen. He doesn't like chasing Omega. He just stares at the computer like an old monk all day long, and he doesn't know what he's playing.

Even I don't have his asceticism.Occasionally, when I read the serialized articles by Teacher Qing Ye, I would still bother my five-finger girl.

After looking for clothes for a long time, I finally decided to keep everything simple, I was afraid that Teacher Qing Ye would think that I was not dignified if I was too flashy.

So everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.After washing up, I lay down on the bed and decided to reread Teacher Qing Ye's latest serialized article before going to bed.I didn't expect to find new content as soon as I clicked in.

Teacher Qingye's recent serialization is his usual style, the subject matter is controversial, and it tells the story of the spark of love between Omega's adoptive father and Alpha's adopted daughter.

"Father, you have loved me for 20 years, please let my daughter love you this time."

Seeing this line of words, I subconsciously held my breath and slowed down the speed of swiping the screen.Sure enough, this meaningful sentence was the beginning of the storm.

Just looking at it, the stirring emotions between the lines quickly made me surrender.I lay on my back on the bed, took a low breath, and became more and more curious about what kind of person Qing Ye would be able to write such emotionally charged words.

So I got up early the next day and ran to the agreed place - the Yuyuan District in the city center.

After repeatedly comparing the house number in front of me with the number lying on the WeChat message bar, I let out a long breath and rang the doorbell.

While waiting for the door to open, I discovered that the door of Teacher Qing Ye's house was locked with a fingerprint.Pretty high-tech.

After sighing, the door opened.

But to my surprise, it was a round-faced girl who opened the door.

I looked at her in bewilderment, and for a moment I almost thought that I had mistaken the gender of my idol all along—it turned out to be a female Bodhisattva.

Fortunately, she quickly greeted me into the room and explained that she was Teacher Qing Ye's temporary assistant.

I nodded quickly, took the shoe cover she handed over and put it on my feet, and couldn't help but look around.

The spacious three-bedroom and two-living room is more than enough for a single person.

"I'm sorry, I was tidying up things just now..." The round-faced girl pointed to the sofa, "Sit down for a while, Teacher Qing Ye went outside to watch the art exhibition, and it may take half an hour to come back. Oh, you called me little Just Su..."

I arrived early, so I didn't think there was anything, so I nodded.

The girl named Xiao Su spoke extremely fast, and her hands moved surprisingly quickly. She squatted next to the TV cabinet and flipped through a large stack of black discs, "You are here to apply for a personal assistant, right? Sister Ya and I said it, and I told Teacher Qing Ye again, he doesn't care much about this kind of thing, really, every time he tells me 'you can figure it out', how do I know what to do? I always want to leave people."

I listened to her speech in a little confusion, trying to keep up with her rhythm.

"I'm sorry, you mean, if I understand correctly, I'm here to replace you?"

I asked cautiously, hoping not to offend her.

"Yes, that is." Xiao Su suddenly stood up, staring at a disc in her hand, her eyebrows fluttered up and down as if swimming on her face, and suddenly screamed, "I am convinced! Every time I let him When you put the disc back, at least check the cover, again!"

I wisely did not continue to ask.

Fortunately, she calmed down quickly, as if she had experienced this kind of thing too many times and was used to it.

"Classmate, you haven't graduated yet, right? I heard that you are still a fan of Teacher Qing Ye? I don't want to scare you," she began to open the discs one by one to observe, "but this job may not be as easy as you imagined, or ...How should I put it, easy to do."

"You also know that Teacher Qing Ye writes books." Xiao Su put on a straight face and put all the discs back on the shelf. "He is like many writers. I don't mean that he is abnormal-but he is Quite eccentric."

I try to relax on the back of the couch and start to figure out what a personal assistant needs to do.

"I'm going to tell you this because I'm leaving, so that you don't feel that Sister Ya is cheating on you." Xiao Su finally seemed to have tidied up, turned her face to look at me, and curled her lips indifferently, "He He goes out at night and likes to smoke, sometimes the whole room smells of smoke, and he watches a lot of different types of movies, you have to sort him by type..."

I thought and thought and interrupted her.

"I'm sorry Miss Su, I want to know, what is my main job? Is it for Teacher Qing Ye, uh, to clean up the house?"

I glanced at the disc rack.

"That's not necessary," Xiao Su shrugged. "He likes to be messy, and he said that it is easy to generate inspiration. The content of the job is actually to help him. You can do whatever he asks you to do. There are hourly workers for cooking and washing clothes. You have to do it. It’s all fine work, typing, reading and so on.”

I can still understand typing, reading?

I earnestly asked her to explain what it meant.

"It literally means, I want you to read it aloud to him." Xiao Su didn't know what to think of, and there was even an expression of disgust on his face, "Be very emotional, and loudly, and Just pick out some weird books—all of them are not suitable for children."

I stared blankly at her.

Could it be, those written by Teacher Qingye himself... right?

"If it weren't for the high salary, few people would be willing to do it. In the past six months, I have been the third." She suddenly snorted and said angrily, "Sometimes he has a weird temper, you can only bear it." .”

I didn't go along with her.It is impolite to judge a person because of hearsay before meeting them in person.And this seemed to make her feel uninterested, so she quickly shut up and went to another room without knowing what to do.

I didn't make any more noise, and quietly started looking at my phone, waiting for Teacher Qing Ye to come back.

Even if what she said was true, I didn't find it unbearable to listen to, except for the smell of cigarettes.But I can't smell any smoke while sitting here now, maybe we can negotiate on this aspect.

"Then you wait here for him, I'll go first." Miss Su appeared in front of me after a while, with a satchel on her shoulder.She yawned and waved her hands, "Good luck."

I waved at her too.

Seeing her slam the door and leave, I continued to lie on the sofa and watch my mobile phone. Recently, I like watching short videos. The content about cats and dogs can relax me.

But after watching for a while, I suddenly felt a rush of urination, and I had to get up awkwardly and look around for the toilet.Fortunately, I found a separate bathroom outside the bedroom, so I opened the door and walked in.If there is no one outside, I have to leave Teacher Qing Ye's house temporarily and go to the shopping mall downstairs to solve it.

What I didn't expect was that just after I finished solving the problem, I turned on the faucet to wash my hands, when I heard a loud explosion outside—not an exaggeration at all, it was so loud that my eardrums seemed to vibrate along with it.

I thought some appliance had blown up, so I hurriedly opened the door and ran out in fright, worried that Teacher Qing Ye would come back and suspect that I did it.

As a result, as soon as I walked into the living room, I was stunned again.

I saw a pile of books.To be exact, there are two slender legs with slippers on their feet protruding from the book.

I looked carefully at the pile of books and finally understood what had happened.

I didn’t look closely at the wall that I thought was just a wallpaper with some tricks. It’s actually not a wall, but a bookshelf full of books. At this moment, for some reason, a large part of these books collapsed, and even made people feel sick. buried.

This person... should be Teacher Qing Ye who just came home, right?

I thought uncertainly, walked over cautiously, squatted down and picked up a book.

"Teacher Qing Ye? Is that you? You, are you okay?"

I asked in a low voice.

As if responding to my words, the mountain of books moved, countless books began to slide downhill, and a man suddenly appeared in front of me.

I saw him lying on the stack of books with his back against the bookshelf indifferently, with a cigarette in his hand, his legs moved, and one knee was bent and the other was stretched straight, without any intention of looking up at me.

I could only see the light blue stubble on his chin and the wobbly glasses on his nose, obstructed by the parted hair.But this extreme slovenliness always strikes me as surprisingly familiar.I subconsciously took a step back, unable to believe my guess.

But the man quickly raised his head.

He stared at me, squinting his eyes slightly and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"Why, I haven't seen you for a few years, so I don't know the teacher anymore?"