The fake young master does not mix with the plot [Rebirth]

Shen Mingen came over and sat next to Fu Zhiji, and nodded to Fu Zhiji and Qi Yi.

Qi Yi stopped talking, Fu Zhiji only thought it was because the class had started.

Three eye-catching handsome guys sat side by side at the back of the classroom. Most of the classroom saw them when they walked past. Even when the class started, some people looked back from time to time.

The professor at the podium could not have noticed it.

"Let's first casually review the content of the previous class. What is patriotism?" The female professor called out, "Please ask the students in the third row from the bottom on the right next to the window to answer."

The three boys were all eye-catching, and she picked the one who looked the best.

Qi Yi stood up abruptly, still in a daze.

"Page No. 13." Shen Mingen reminded with lowered eyes, his voice was cold.

Qi Yi stood still.

The female professor sighed. The students of Yanda University are all too smart, and many of them have eccentricities. She would never embarrass a student in public, so she said gently, "Sit down." Then she read the definition by herself.

Qi Yi took the opportunity to sit down, but the sitting posture was stiff.

"What? Stage fright?" Fu Zhiji poked him and asked in a low voice.He was a little strange, but with Qi Yi's bold and reckless character, he wouldn't shrink away when there were too many people.

Qi Yi pursed his lips, and said in a fierce tone, "I want you to take care of it."

Fu Zhiji was instantly relieved, it was still Qi Yi.

Qi Yi began to pretend to listen carefully, but actually scribbled on the notebook.

In fact, at this time, he and Shen Mingen were not completely innocent. On the contrary, at the previous banquet, he reprimanded Wan Huiyun's crimes in front of his friends, saying that Shen Mingen must have been led astray by such a mother. He heard all the words, he did it on purpose.

Afterwards, he quarreled at the dining table again, mocking Qi Yonghe for being capable, and for being capable, he didn't know his own son, so he raised a fake one for nothing.

Qi Yonghe was so angry that he let him go, but Shen Mingen seemed to have no temper and was willing to help him without any grudges.

But Qi Yi didn't dare to answer, he didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Shen Mingen.

He is no longer the Qi Yi who knows everyone should love him.

Because of Shen Mingen's presence, Qi Yi didn't think carefully about asking Fu Zhiji to borrow money, spent a class in torment, packed his things at the fastest speed in his life, and rushed out of the classroom.

Fu Zhiji chased after him, but he didn't look back: "There is still sketching class!"

"I always think he's weird today." Fu Zhiji rubbed his chin, showing a smile worthy of a candid shot, and put his shoulders on Shen Mingen's shoulder, "What do you think?"

"Probably." Shen Mingen's tone didn't fluctuate.

"His hand was injured," Fu Zhiji gestured, "The wound is deep in this position, do you know that?"

Shen Mingen turned his head about 45 degrees: "I just found out."

"You should pay more attention to him, he seems to be in a bad mood." Fu Zhiji was thoughtful.

"I will." Shen Mingen nodded.

He will do what he promised, which means he will call Qi's father to find out what happened to Qi Yi recently.

--

Qi Yi did have two consecutive sketching classes in the evening, which left him no time for dinner, so he could only eat the bread he had prepared earlier.

This kind of bread only costs four yuan. Although it is retailed in the school supermarket, it is actually fresh bread, exuding a fragrance of wheat, a perfect combination of milk, oil, meat floss, carbohydrates, and the finishing touch of dried chives. Qi Yi ate voraciously.

Thinking of saving two yuan tonight, he couldn't help feeling a little happier.

——Until he was devastated by the sketch class to the point of dying.

There is no need for art in the last days. Qi Yi hasn't drawn for several years, and he almost forgot how to sharpen a pencil.

Fortunately, there was a hand injury to cover up, and the red-haired lady next door saw him frowning, so she shaved it off for him.

"Thank you." Qi Yi immediately showed a bright smile, he now knows how rare it is for others to be kind.

"Qi Yi, this is the first time you say such a thing!" The stubborn sketch instructor immediately pointed at Qi Yi, and his reaction was even more exaggerated than that of the red-haired lady.

Qi Yi's face gradually turned red, until it reached his neck, but he still insisted and said: "No one helped me do things before."

"Qi Yi, I'll go buy water, do you want it?" A boy immediately asked, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.

Qi Yi shook his head and refused: "No." It costs two yuan to buy a bottle of mineral water, and there is a water dispenser in the dormitory, so he is not crazy.

Ten minutes later, a bottle of iced Coke was thrown into his arms, and water droplets were still hanging on the cold metal wall.

"Here, I'll see you off." The boy who bought the water pursed his lips, and the earring on his right side flashed.

Qi Yi looked at Griphook in embarrassment—he only had one hand to use—until Wei Shukang opened it for him, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Little princess, you are really difficult to serve." Wei Shu teased him wildly.

Qi Yi turned his head and ignored him.

The following classes became more and more depressing. Qi Yi couldn't hide his thoughts and was always thinking about stock trading, but the reality was that he was wasting time in the studio, which made him very anxious.

In the known plot, this should be the only chance for him to make money easily, because later Shen Mingen went to participate in various competitions, and even entered an enterprise under the Qi family as an intern, and Qi Yi couldn't imitate it.

During the break between classes, Qi Yi didn't stop painting. Instead of continuing to draw plaster, he let his mind go blank and scribbled randomly on the side of the drawing paper.

Same as the previous class, it is a combination of simple geometry, but he added a lot of complicated details.This can be regarded as a stereotyped behavior, and Qi Yi will do repetitive movements when he is in a bad mood.

"What are you drawing, little princess?" Wei Shukuang asked Qi Yi curiously.

Qi Yi was angry: "My name is Qi Yi."

"Okay, Qi Yi," the boy smiled, "add a WeChat message, for the sake of giving you a can of Coke."

Qi Yi sighed silently, with a heavy expression.In the end, this also hit the point of Wei Shu's wild laughter. He looked at Qi Yi and laughed out loud.

--

When Qi Yi returned to the dormitory tired and hungry, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and he saw a quiet piece of red date hair cake on his desk.

"Who sent this to me?" Qi Yi turned to ask another roommate who happened to be in the dormitory - Cheng Jixiao.

Speaking of which, he had a normal relationship with this roommate in school, but after the apocalypse, they became friends and went on missions together many times. Cheng Jixiao was the one who shared the spoils of instant noodles with him.

"Didn't you ask Lao Qing to bring it for you?" Cheng Jixiao asked in amazement, "He can't come back for a while, so let me buy it, and the money is transferred to me."

His family conditions are not very good, he is the most preoccupied with money, and his friends will settle accounts with him.

"Oh, thank you~"

Qi Yi didn't let Zhong Qing buy it, it could only be that Zhong Qing bought it for him.

He scrutinized the jujube hair cake carefully, trying to figure out the big brother's intention for giving him this cake.

Jujube→blood replenishment, the boss asked him to replenish blood because he knew he hurt his finger?Qi Yi remembered, because his family had redecorated the dormitory once, and the three roommates were very polite to him. Zhong Qing and Gao Meng would bring him something to eat from time to time, and Cheng Jixiao helped him make key points at the end of the semester.

Qi Yi grabbed it and ate it. The dark brown cake was soft and a little dry, and then he took a bite of candied dates, and the astringency was neutralized by the rich and juicy taste.

As he ate, the corners of his mouth rose wildly.Done!boss!Since we have a good relationship, it is only right for me to invest in your battery development!

--

Yanda University has a school rule for freshmen running in the morning.

Qi Yi had never participated in such activities before, but the next morning, with his sleepy eyes open, he struggled to get out of bed.

The end of the world, how can you not run fast!Qi Yi tried his best to cheer himself up and made up his mind to exercise his body.

In fact, zombies are not scary, they move slowly and have no brains to think. An untrained adult man can kill zombies with a fire ax as long as he overcomes the fear in his heart.

The mutated bodies of zombies are the source of many black technology materials. Later, their base also kept zombies. Seeing that they couldn't stop running around, they specially modified a few treadmills to let them generate electricity.

The frightening thing is that most of the people around the world have turned into zombies, and government agencies have been disbanded on the spot. It is difficult for human beings to organize an orderly counterattack.There are also production safety issues that follow. Due to no maintenance, signals, water, electricity, gas, etc. have been stopped one after another, chemical plant explosions, dam collapses, plagues... what is even more terrifying is nuclear leakage.

Qi Yi's body is very weak now, so he repeatedly imagines outrunning zombies, jumping over broken bridges, avoiding explosions...to motivate himself.

The classmates who ran beside him had noticed this young man early on. He had beautiful eyes and a cold expression, making people afraid to strike up a conversation. They couldn't imagine what was going on in his mind out of tune.

After Qi Yi ran two kilometers, his chest was as breathless as a blown bellows. He slowly leaned on the base of the wall and persistently moved to the cafeteria.

Then you meet someone you don't want to see.

"Qi Yi, what a coincidence." A familiar female voice sounded, and a pretty young girl greeted Qi Yi reservedly.

The other boy standing next to her was more straightforward. He glanced at the boxed milk and meat buns in Qiyi's hands, and started to get angry: "My uncle and aunt abused you or something? Eat this and pretend to be someone."

Qi Yi turned around, good guys, Qi Xun and Luo Zhaonian, Shen Mingen's two generals, Huo Ha, looked like two door gods, standing beside Shen Mingen on one left and one on the right.

"Qi Yi, I heard from my uncle that you were injured and you need to eat some nutritious food." Qi Xun pursed his lips and smiled as a good man.

The lady in the cafeteria wanted to roll her eyes when she heard that, there is meat and milk, there is no nutrition, and both inside and outside the words are despising cheap food and low-grade, so don't come to the cafeteria to be a demon.

Qi Yi doesn't want to confront Shen Mingen, but it doesn't mean he will love others.

Especially these two people, Qi Xun, his sister-in-law's daughter, and Luo Zhaonian, his second aunt's son, they and Qi Yi have never dealt with each other since they were young, and they have never taken advantage of it. Suppress him.

To be honest, if they hadn't appeared together, Qi Yi wouldn't have any impression, because they died not long after the end of the world began.

Later, Qi Yi learned to be good in a hard life, occasionally recalling the past, and always criticizing himself, he is self-willed and brainless, which is why everyone hates him.

But for some people, they will know that they are old fools when they open their mouths, and they will not fade away after decades of looking back.

Qi Yi is not polite, and directly pokes at the pain point: "The money my parents give you, it's up to you to spend it however you want."

Luo Zhaonian couldn't speak in his head: "Are uncle and aunt your biological parents? Just try to get involved."

The onlookers heard the smell of dog blood and quietly pricked up their ears.