Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Yu was first stunned by this straightforward confession and the joy in the other party's tone, and then he was dizzy and nauseated by the huge information rushing in like a tidal wave.

The noisy voices of many people rang in their ears, and they told them, I like you, I like you, I like you... I like you, Qin Yu.

Like countless soft and boneless hands in the dark, countless cold and slippery poisonous snakes, crawling around the human body.

"Ouch..." Qin Yu almost vomited while leaning on the wall with his eyes closed.

The little ghost stood by the side blankly, wanted to reach out to pat him, but then withdrew his hand hesitantly: "... Qin?"

However, Qin Yu was so disturbed by the huge flow of information that he had a splitting headache and couldn't care about him for a while.

"Senior Qin Yu, please accept this."

"This is my resignation letter President Qin, I like you."

"Qin Yu, good brother, good brother..."

……

Men and women of different identities, they admired him, held a heart for him, and unilaterally dedicated a lot of love, but it was fake like a show.

In the end, everything was silent, leaving only a crying "Qin", the voice was far away and cold, I always felt that I should not cry, let alone call his name...

Everyone in the world is not worthy of His pity and calling a name.

Qin Yu suddenly woke up.

"Qin..."

He took a breath and calmed down a little. The little ghost looked at him worriedly not far away, his black hair covered the other's face, he only heard the little ghost float over again, with a worried voice: "Qin... all right?"

Qin Yu rubbed his head: "It's nothing, I just remembered something."

The kid just lowered his head and let him rub his head wantonly: "Mmmm... then... go to play?"

The other party seemed to have forgotten his confession just now in his head, which couldn't hold much. It seemed that it was just a casual expression of joy, which was given out insignificantly.

He doesn't care if there is a response or not, the kid only cares about where to play and what new things will happen.

The little ghost stopped in front of the gate, looked at the passage of light, and turned back to look at Qin Yu hesitantly. Seeing the other party nodded, he carefully stretched out his finger to touch it, holding his breath, and waited until his finger felt the hot air outside. He let out an excited "wow" and floated out.

Qin Yu put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed the excited little ghost, watching him float around and look around, and then leaned over to watch the little old man play chess under the shade of a tree, and then ran to squat and chat with the wild cat over there eye-to-eye

The cat gave the kid a lazy look, licked its paw, and moved away slowly.

Qin Yu chuckled, no matter how he faced the kitten, he would be bullied.

The little ghost didn't get angry when he was rejected, and happily ran to squat side by side with the kid in front of the small sand dune.

He is actually a normal teenager with a green onion smell, but he looks very small and cute when curled up.

Qin Yu leaned against the old tree and watched, lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and just took half a puff when he thought of something and then choked it out with sullen eyes.

"Hey, young man, I haven't seen it before, what kind of clothes do you look like..." The old man next to him finally noticed him, looked at the chessboard again, and the chess pieces in his hand were smashing, "Oh, old Liu, this looks like me." It's edible."

Qin Yu didn't speak, and watched a game of chess quietly. The other party checked the army, and then smiled at the old Liu on the other side, muttering "Let's go, let's go home, it's time to go home for dinner", so he turned to him and asked: "Speak, young man, What do you want to ask?"

"How do you know?" Qin Yu asked, as if he didn't see the empty chair opposite him.

"You young guys can't hide it from me. I have traveled more roads than you have crossed bridges." The old man put away the chessboard and muttered, "Old Liu is really, he doesn't clean up every time."

"Do you know the residents of 707?" Qin Yu saw that the little ghost had climbed on the pole of the small swing and sat down, paused for a while and asked further, "Do you know Zhou Zhou?"

He had also inquired in Tongzilou before, but either he didn't know a word, or he simply closed 707 when he heard it, but he didn't hold out much hope.

"Oh Zhou Zhou, that kid should be in middle school now, why haven't I seen him recently." The uncle felt strange, and grabbed his cloth bag containing the water bottle, "I haven't seen him for a long time."

junior high school?The case happened this year, and the kid looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, which was about five or six years ago.

"Do you know where he studies?"

"It seems to be called...some steamed stuffed bun..." Before the uncle finished speaking, a young woman came over.

The woman explained apologetically that her grandfather was a little demented, so don't take it to heart when she said nonsense, she blushed a little after seeing Qin Yu's face, and stammered, "Thank you, how about...or..."

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Qin Yu: "It's okay, the old man didn't say anything, on the contrary, I interrupted."

After he finished speaking, he went out and waved to the kid who was poking his head behind the tree just now, and the other party happily ran over, but held back when he wanted to say something, and only glanced at him secretly through the gaps in his hair.

The tail wags happily.

"Let's go, where do you want to go?"

Qin Yu originally thought that the little ghost might want to go to an amusement park, a movie theater, etc., but unexpectedly, the other party said abruptly: "Bao... son...."

"School."

Too obedient, Qin Yu thought, because of what happened today.

"Well, go to Baozi Middle School, Qin...want to go...there." The kid tried his best to learn the pronunciation he had just overheard.

"But you can go to other places to play today." Qin Yu sighed, ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by on the street, and opened his hands, signaling him to climb up.

With bright eyes, the kid floated onto his back and clung to him, habitually trying to rub his cheek against him, but stopped halfway, and only pressed his forehead against his back: "Come out...have fun."

It's a pleasure to come out.

So go anywhere.

Why does he always encounter this kind of little monster, and he can't do it at all.

"Do you feel uncomfortable now?" Qin Yu asked, although the little ghost has a contract with him, but it is summer, the sun has not set outside the Tongzilou, and there is no shelter at all, the little ghost may be uncomfortable, "I have to say it is uncomfortable."

The kid shook his head behind him, realizing that Qin couldn't see him, and said, "No..."

"Then let's go to the amusement park for a while, then take you to eat, and go to school tomorrow." Qin Yu turned his head slightly and asked him in a low voice, "Is that okay?"

The little ghost didn't know why, so he stayed there for a long time before he hesitated: "Mmm...mmmm."

He secretly looked at Qin's thin and angular side face and the eyelashes that were a bit long for a man, and at the protruding Adam's apple, where there would be a gentle voice that he liked.

The little ghost clutched his chest, smelling a familiar and favorite smell.

If ghosts could blush, they would probably be unable to see people by now.

Luckily he's just a stupid brat.