welcome to the real world

Qiyi was just bored, plus he could see things fast, and had the ability to glance at things unmatched by ordinary people, so he read this damn "love letter" from beginning to end during breakfast time, and familiarized himself with it. Take it to heart.

It has absolutely nothing to do with that human race full of lies, and it has nothing to do with last night's dream.

Before reading it, he was angry, angry at the nonsense of the human race, but after watching it... the young master who was destined to inherit the entire blood race fell into deep thought.

How should I put it, I have benefited a lot.

This is not a story told in class, but a logical and rigorous political report that has been fully prepared, checked a lot of information, supported by real figures, and exhausted.

The gang of old men in the Lancer Council may not be able to hand over such a perfect answer sheet on the development of the blood race.

Zixi...

Qiyi bit the name lightly between his lips and teeth. For the first time, he let go of his prejudice and indescribable desires, and thought about this person seriously.

His resume has been checked a long time ago. She is timid, incompetent and lowly. These labels all belong to Xixi, a human race.

Is he really so?

Qi Yi couldn't help sneering: He's not cowardly, he's obviously bold, he doesn't even pay attention to the Three Saints; he's incompetent, the wisdom, thinking ability, and vision of the pattern embodied in this report... All are amazing.

Qi Xixi, does he really have such abilities, or is he just a puppet controlled by others.

Qiyi fell in love with... the report, and snapped his fingers lightly.

A man in a black robe half-kneeled in front of him: "Master."

Qi Yi raised his eyelashes slightly and said, "Bring Qi Xixi here."

From a personal point of view, he naturally does not want to see him again in this life, but he has belonged to the whole blood family since birth, and in front of the glory of the blood family, personal grievances are not worth mentioning.

Whether Qi Xixi really has something in his mind, or a puppet manipulated by others with ulterior motives, he will know once he tries it.

Xiao Yi was comforting himself tremblingly: [Although another 99 was deducted, the addition and subtraction actually increased by one point! 】

Qi Lingxi: […]

Xiao Yi didn't even comfort himself: [Master... there must be something wrong, this skill is broken...]

Qi Lingxi has never been a whiner, to be precise, he has never shed tears since he grew up.

There is nothing to cry about, things are done, not cried out.

Qi Lingxi interrupted Xiao Yi's crying: [What's the score now. 】

Xiaoyi: [... minus 440 four. 】

After all, Qi Lingxi couldn't hold back, and clicked her tongue lightly.

Xiao Yi didn't dare to vent his anger.

-444, it's really better not to add that point!

After adding it, it's even more outrageous, isn't it!

At this moment, the bedroom door was knocked lightly.

Qi Lingxi asked Xiaoyi: [Who is outside the door. 】

Xiao Yi hurriedly reported: [A strange man in black with a blue rose badge on his chest. 】

At this time, the person outside the door had already spoken: [Professor Xixi, Master Yi is here to invite you. 】

Qi Ling raised her eyebrows slightly.

Xiao Yi exclaimed: [Oh!Mr. Lord God is looking for you, has he changed his mind and wants to be with you...] I can’t continue, -444 is too shocking.

Qi Lingxi had already responded, "Wait a moment."

Xiao Yi made a suggestion: [Master, do you want to dress up? 】

Qi Lingxi sneered: [Get points deducted for dressing up? 】

Xiaoyi: […]

Qi Lingxi casually put on a teacher's cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, and went out with a black wooden walking stick.

dress up?

What happened last night is like a stick in the throat, the brat is not worthy.

When Qi Lingxi appeared in front of Qi Yi, Qi Yi was still slightly taken aback.

Last night's unsightly white frost silk clothes probably would have been ruined as soon as he took them off, but today he was dressed in a decent manner, with a slightly dull thick cloak covering his whole body tightly, and a neat look was exposed under the collar. And the light gray tie under the sweater, the wide-brimmed hat covered the soft hair and smooth forehead, only the exposed chin was as white and clear as snow.

The image of him raising his chin impatiently entered Qi Yi's mind suddenly last night...

The young master abruptly looked away, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Waves, wandering human race.

Qi Lingxi didn't know what he was thinking, facing the [-] favorability, he didn't bother to pretend.

What to pretend is nothing more than subtraction.

Don't worry about debts, do whatever you want.

"Master Yi, good morning." Qi Lingxi saluted respectfully.

Don't look at him as a teacher, but this is not a classroom after all, and the etiquette that should be given to superiors is still required. This is the law of this world.

Qi Yi stabilized the surge of energy and blood, picked up the thick report, and looked at it coldly with scrutiny and speculation: "You wrote this?"

Qi Lingxi responded, "Yes."

"Write it yourself?"

"Correct."

Qi Yi didn't need to open the report at all, and directly asked the most core and most difficult questions.

This is not something that can be answered by rote memorization, but if you don't think about it seriously and don't have a deep enough understanding of these things, you will definitely show your flaws.

Qi Lingxi answered calmly.

Not to mention stumbling, he used his unique and light voice to express his views more clearly and clearly, with an appeal far beyond the reach of words, like a home, accurately conveying the power of thought to the listener.

Faced with his ease of coping, Qi Yi thought he would be surprised, but his truest emotion was—it should have been.

It must have been written by him.

These thoughts are his.

He should have been so far better than this.

Qi Yi's heart trembled suddenly, and an irresistible impulse surged up.

Why do you have such emotions?

Why did he seem to be waiting for him so long.

It's been so long that even if we meet each other, it's a longing that can't be resolved.

"Master Yi?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Qi Yi came back to his senses, looked at the human race in front of him, suppressed the desire in his heart with strong willpower, and said in a cold tone with no tone: "What do you want?"

Qi Lingxi was startled.

Qiyi shrank his fingertips almost imperceptibly, and explained forcefully: "I can satisfy you except for those unwarranted delusions."

Qi Lingxi asked him back: "What does the young master need me to do?"

Qi Yi: "Stay by my side and be my staff."

Qi Lingxi: "...Yes." He changed the subject and said again, "I have a request."

Qiyi: "Say."

Qi Lingxi: "Please help me resign as a professor of the history of human civilization."

Qi Yi was startled: "Why?"

Qi Lingxi smiled, under the shattered sunlight, his white jade-like face was filled with light: "This way I can stay by your side."

Qi Yi: "..." Flowers, words, cleverness, words.

Xiao Yi exploded with excitement: [It has increased, and the favorability has increased by ten points! 】

Qi Lingxi expected it: [It seems that we still have to unify the three holy clans first. 】

Talking about love, unifying the Glorious Continent is much easier than this.

Xiaoyi: [...] I always feel that something is not right, but the master is so smart, there is no mistake!

In the next month, the two got along unexpectedly harmoniously. Well, not losing much points is already harmonious for Mr. Qi.

Qi Lingxi didn't resign as a professor, because Qiyi was still in school, and he had to leave Guanghui Academy if he resigned, which was obviously not suitable.

So don't worry, when Qiyi graduates, he will leave with him.

The biggest problem for Qi Lingxi this month is... dreams.

Outside, Qi Lingxi had that kind of dream at least once a week. Although she felt ridiculous when she woke up, she could barely bear it.

Ever since he was by Qiyi's side, he was so tired that he couldn't move in his dreams almost every night.

During the day, the two of them talked about national affairs, serious and serious.

At night, when I dream, I am no longer a human being.

Qi Lingxi also didn't understand why she "imagined" Qi Yi like this.

Because he's obviously inexperienced?Is that why he is so young, young, energetic, and prosperous?

But he has never seen Qi Yi's body at all, why is it so clear in his dream that he can even describe every muscle.

Of course you can't tell Xiaoyi about this, don't look at Xiaoyi "living" in his mind, but Qi Lingxi doesn't tell him, the mentally retarded can't know anything.

On the other hand, Qi Lingxi can check Xiaoyi's database at will.

Ok……

Qi Lingxi really wanted to check it out.

It's okay once or twice, it's been almost a month, it's not normal.

There was no time during the day, Qi Lingxi held a meeting with Qi Yi for nearly four hours after class, and then the two made new arrangements and plans for some government affairs.

goo.

Qiyi frowned slightly, and looked at the fair and thin human race beside him: "Hungry?"

Qi Lingxi: "Yes."

Qi Yi: "Trouble."

With that said, he put away the documents at hand and ordered his servants to prepare dinner.

Qi Lingxi felt very self-conscious: "I'll just go back and eat."

Qi Yi didn't look at him: "Don't make trouble."

After a pause, he explained again: "It's already the hour, and the cafeteria has already closed."

Qi Lingxi thought for a while and said, "Okay."

There is really nothing to eat when he goes back. He still wants to grow taller, so he has to eat and drink well.

Qi Yi didn't need to eat these whole grains, he sat at the head of the long table with a glass of red wine, and looked at Qi Lingxi from the corner of his eyes.

After getting along for a month, it was naturally not the first time he saw him eating.

Completely different from the rudeness she imagined, Qi Lingxi always does everything calmly, even if she is very hungry, she still does it slowly, gracefully and leisurely, yet inexplicably squeamish.

Ok……

squeamish.

If you eat something delicious, you will stretch your eyebrows and eyes, and if you eat something unpalatable, you will frown and insist on eating.

Qi Yi couldn't help it: "Don't eat what you don't like."

Qi Lingxi put down the knife and fork, wiped the corners of her mouth with a delicate white snow forged silk scarf, and then said: "It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, the nutrition must be balanced."

Qi Yi looked at him: "What is the purpose of balanced nutrition?"

Qi Lingxi: "Health."

Qiyi asked him again: "So what if I'm healthy."

Qi Lingxi: "Alive."

Qi Yi sneered: "You live to ask for trouble?"

Qi Lingxi: "..."

It was rare to see him speechless, Qi Yi was in a good mood, he got up and picked up a small fruit that was said to be tenth level of sweetness, and fed it to Qi Lingxi's mouth.

Qi Lingxi opened her mouth instinctively, because the fruit was too juicy, and it overflowed to the corner of her mouth after biting it down.

The bright red juice was like sweet blood, dyed the tender lips red, and dripped on the white and thin neck.

Qi Yi couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, he naturally supported Qi Lingxi's thin waist, leaned close to his collarbone as cold as snow, and tasted the sweetness of the juice.

Qi Lingxi's pale fingers grasped the hem of his clothes, and she let out a low hum.

Qi Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his teeth bit into his soft skin.