my scheming human boyfriend

After returning to the dormitory together, although Bai Jinyi told Death God that he would replace the small sofa in the dormitory with a sofa bed, he found that Death God still cherishes the existing sofa. After sitting on the sofa, he touched it first. He touched the sofa cushions, then touched the armrest, with a very rare look.

Before coming to his room, Death had also sat on the sofa many times, and had never behaved like this.The reason why it is like this now may be because you think this is your own territory, right?

Then, Death suddenly raised his hand and untied the cloak.

Bai Jinyi was stunned for a moment, quickly moved his eyes away, and fixed his gaze on the white wall in the dormitory.

He looked at the white wall for a while, and after studying even a small air hole on the white wall, he heard the puzzled voice of Death: "Mr. Bai, why don't you come in?"

Yes, why don't I go in?Bai Jinyi thought to himself.This is my dormitory...

But there are new residents in the dormitory...the ones I invited in...the familiar dormitory suddenly becomes strange.The other party is still undressing inside... No... Changing clothes... Doesn't seem right?

"Teacher Bai?" Death called again.

Bai Jinyi did mental construction for a while, and he didn't understand why he had to do it, and finally moved his eyes away from the white wall, and quickly touched the god of death on the sofa.

There doesn't seem to be anything unsafe about it.

So he calmed down and turned his eyes to the god of death this time.

Death took off his cloak, which was folded into a square piece of clothes and placed in the corner of the sofa. Although the cloak was gone, his clothes were still neat. He was wearing casual long-sleeved trousers. He was sitting cross-legged and bowing his head. Operate the phone.

It turned out to be a very homely picture of the life of an Internet addicted youth.

Bai Jinyi: "..."

Sure enough, the disease of Internet addiction will not be changed by mere death.

Bai Jinyi found a little familiar feeling and formally entered the door.Reaper chose the sofa, so he chose the desk, then turned on the phone as well, and began to reply to some messages from parents.It's the third day of junior high school, and parents have more news than the first and second year of junior high school combined. Bai Jinyi can understand and try to take time to reply.

It's just that when he wakes up, the news is really like a black hole in the universe, with his mouth wide open, wishing to swallow all of Bai Jinyi's time.

Some parents asked: "Mr. Bai, typing is too slow, can't you use voice?"

Bai Jinyi: "..."

If I can speak without hindrance, do I need to type?Social fear is not a disease, fear can kill people.

But this is not the fault of the parents, maybe it is just the fault of him choosing the profession of teaching despite having such problems.

Finally, the situation on the mobile phone came to an end. Bai Jinyi put down his stiff hands, and turned his neck that seemed to be broken. On the way, he saw the god of death who was still using the phone, and the serious expression of the god of death.

On that transparent and beautiful face, the brows were closed and relaxed, and the lips were pursed and released. No matter the movement of the eyebrows or the curvature of the corners of the mouth, it was written all over:

"I have a problem".

Even if there is trouble, there is trouble so alive.

Bai Jinyi often wonders, is the energy of the god of death endless?

However, the expression of the god of death... It doesn't seem to be the expression of the ghost of Internet addiction.

Bai Jinyi felt that things might be a little different from what he thought, just at this time the god of death looked at him, hesitating to speak.He said: "What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Jian Wuxu waved at Bai Jinyi, "There is a problem..."

Bai Jin didn't move.

Jian Wuxu beckoned again, like a beckoning cat: "Mr. Bai, come here, I'll show you."

Bai Jinyi had no choice but to walk over and sit side by side with Death on the sofa.The three-seater sofa, on the other side of Reaper, he sat on this end, leaving a distance of the Pacific Ocean in the middle. This is the social distance he kept when Reaper watched ghost movies with him last time.

Now he maintains the same distance as in the past.

But this distance was easily crossed by Death.The Grim Reaper didn't seem to care about the distance at all, and floated directly to Bai Jinyi's side, with his arms crossed, he showed Bai Jinyi the Jifu mobile phone.

Bai Jinyi once again felt the uneasiness when he entered the door, as if a jelly had invaded his personal space—to be more specific, such as a jelly had invaded his coat.

He stepped back: "That..."

Jane Wuxu: "What?"

Bai Jinyi: "Stay away..."

Jian Wuxu was very puzzled: "But the screen of the mobile phone is so small, wouldn't it be invisible if it is far away?"

Bai Jinyi was convinced.

After his nerves went up and down for a while, he felt that he couldn't be too hypocritical, so he silently changed back to the plain land.

He sat upright first, and then examined the distance between the two of them.

There is still a gap, and it is a ghost. Note that he is not a person, but a ghost.After Bai Jinyi emphasized it twice in his heart, he felt more at ease, and then his eyes fell on the phone screen.

Although he got the cell phone from a ghost messenger, Bai Jinyi is not curious about the cell phone in the underworld, he has never seen it before, but now he has a look... It seems to be similar to the cell phone in the world.

He didn't see the key at first glance, until Reaper pointed to the icon in the upper left corner of the phone.

It's a bill icon with wings and a number next to it, and the number is 0.

Bai Jinyi didn't quite understand this icon.

Jian Wuxu took the initiative to explain: "The bill with wings represents the Underworld Bank."

Jifu is very creative.

"The number 0 next to it is..."

"Deposit." Bai Jin agreed.

"That's right." Jian Wuxu nodded, "When I turned on the phone, I found that the previous owner of the phone had already logged out of the account."

"Well, beware of fraud." Bai Jinyi, who had scammed the mobile phone, said.

"Then I bound my internship ghost account, and this number was displayed on it..."

Bai Jinyi realized that the god of death was troubled.There are many APPs on the mobile phone, in which you can buy clothes, food, even furniture and a house. It doesn’t matter in the world.

Not a hair of death.

A penny not only baffles heroes, but also baffles heroes and ghosts.

"And if you want to have money, you have to..."

"Ecstasy?" Bai Jinyi said this sentence very calmly.

"Seduction is one of the methods."

"There is actually a second method?" Bai Jinyi was quite surprised.

"Well, ecstasy is equivalent to our salary, but there is another situation where people in the underworld can generate income, that is, people in the world burn money for you..."

Well……

Bai Jinyi thought of the second and third uncles who were arguing yesterday about who could burn the paper to his relatives.

Then Bai Jinyi looked at the god of death.

He understood the intention of the god of death when he looked over just now: "Do you want... I burn money for you?"

"But... can I bother Mr. Bai?" Jian Wuxu asked a little awkwardly, feeling that it's okay if she didn't succeed in her job, and it's really not good to bother her work partner all the time.But apart from Mr. Bai, he had no one else to turn to for help.

Bai Jin thought about it for a while, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.It was just burning a piece of paper for the God of Death in the room. Although it was a bit strange, it was not too troublesome, and it matched the unexpected match of the Qingming Festival and the God of Death who had just officially moved into his dormitory, and the atmosphere was complete.

He nodded in agreement, turned on his phone, and placed an order for a Qingming burning incense gift package.

Half an hour later, the gift package was delivered.

Bai Jinyi prepared a lighter and an iron basin, picked up a stack of million-dollar banknotes, lit them, and threw them in.

One person and one ghost squatted quietly beside the iron basin, watching the flames devour every corner of the paper with claws and claws, and finally spit out a ball of black charcoal.

One person and one ghost squatted quietly beside the iron basin, then turned their eyes to the mobile phone on the ground, looked at the number 0 next to the underworld bank, and waited...

waiting……

waiting……

After waiting for a long time, the number 0, which seemed to never change, finally jumped and became 0.0000000000001.

Bai Jinyi: "..."

Jane Wuxu: "..."

I have just seen that prices in the underworld are almost the same as those in the human world. In the human world, you can’t buy anything for a dollar now. Can't buy it.

Jian Wuxu asked in a daze, "Is it so difficult to make money?"

Although it is difficult to make money, it seems that it should not be so difficult.

Bai Jinyi signaled Death to pick up the phone, and they studied the various messages on the phone for a long time, and finally figured out the situation.

The ghosts in the underworld can indeed receive paper money from the human world, but the amount they receive is not based on the denomination of the paper money burned in the human world. A model was built and a complex mathematical formula was embedded.

Bai Jinyi, who crossed the boundary between life and death and had to face his own job, felt a little admiration for the modernization of the underworld after being speechless for a short time.

In short, in the process of burning paper in the world to the bank of the underworld, there will be a foreign currency exchange conversion. Among them, the most important factor affecting the exchange is the living person's longing for the dead.

At this point in the analysis, Bai Jinyi looked at the god of death.

The god of death looked back at Bai Jinyi innocently, with deep anticipation in his eyes.

Bai Jinyi felt quite ashamed.He felt that although he didn't hate the god of death now, he didn't miss the god of death that much. It might be too difficult to exchange thoughts for money.

Keep looking down.

In addition to yearning, the ghosts of the underworld have also researched that the paper money that has been opened can also be exchanged for more money in the underworld.

The paper money that has been opened... Bai Jinyi knows this, and when he returns to his hometown in Qingming, his second and third uncles have played all kinds of tricks.The so-called consecrated paper money is to chant scriptures on the paper money. There are many kinds of scriptures, from the "Diamond Sutra" to the "Heart Sutra". There are also some people who choose to read the scriptures. If you want to do a better job, you must find at least 6 people. For women over 70 years old, recite each piece of paper money for one round; if it is better, find 9 eminent monks who have stayed in temples for ten years, and recite each paper money for one round; the most unusual ones, then It must belong to an elderly woman or an eminent monk who matches the 12 zodiac signs, and pray for the paper money.

... All in all, life is getting more and more expensive.

Of course, there is no such condition now.

Bai Jinyi picked up the paper money and realized that he didn't know how to recite scriptures. The materialistic worldview doesn't need such things as scriptures.He then discussed with the god of death: "Should I just recite one sentence of Namo Amitabha's practice?"

"Yes!" Jian Wuxu nodded solemnly, "I am very grateful for reading this sentence."

He recited: "Amitabha."

After reading, thinking about the god of death, I threw one into the brazier.

The flames engulfed it immediately, engulfing the paper and spitting out ashes as before.

Bai Jinyi and Jian Wuxu turned their eyes to the mobile phone together, waiting for the bank amount to change.

Suddenly, the number jumped to 0.1, and the following numbers were omitted by the bank.

Although it was still a little different from what was expected, everyone and the ghost breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts in the face of this change that can be said to be hopeful.

Bai Jinyi stood up, found a small bench to sit down, and twisted up the paper next to it: "Okay, I'll burn it for you like this."

"Thank you, Teacher Bai." Jian Wuxu nodded obediently.

So, on this day, when the teachers came back one after another at night, when they passed the 404 dormitory, they could always hear the faint voice of "Amitabha" coming from the door, and under the crack of the door, there was also I can vaguely see the shaking flames...

The teachers passing by all shuddered at the same time.

Tomb-sweeping day, Amitabha Buddha, flames of light.

Teacher Bai, is something wrong...?

During the whole process of burning paper, Bai Jinyi made different experiments.

For example, it is useless to search for chanting videos and play them directly on paper money. It can’t be converted into local currency. It seems that you have to do it yourself; The converted underworld currency is much less than before, and it is probably still a piece of land, and the thoughts can be conveyed to the underworld, and the value is higher.

When Bai Jinyi was doing the experiment, the god of death was not idle.

The smoke from burning paper in the dormitory was a bit heavy, and Bai Jinyi had an itchy nose, and Reaper quickly opened the window to ventilate, and turned on the air purifier to solve the problem with a two-pronged approach.

After chanting too much, Bai Jinyi's voice was dry and hoarse, and he was looking for a water cup when a cup with a straw inserted was handed to his mouth.

Always facing the brazier, the raging fire made Bai Jinyi sweat, just as Bai Jinyi raised his hand, a towel had already covered Bai Jinyi's cheek.

The feeling of the cold towel covering the face is like the cold jelly bouncing in the heart.

Bai Jinyi quickly grabbed the towel: "Thank you."

He burned the last few stacks of paper money to silence Reaper who was trying so hard to do something.

At this time, the two looked at the phone of the underworld, and found that the number in the bank of the underworld had changed to 141.4.

Bai Jinyi looked at it for a long time: "Is this an auspicious number for you?"

Jian Wuxu is actually a little uncertain: "It should... be it?"

In any case, being rich means that you can finally have living materials!

Bai Jinyi watched the god of death click open the takeaway app on his phone with amazing speed, and showed a happy expression at the various delicacies inside.

Bai Jinyi glanced at the screen.At first glance, the food in the underworld looks quite similar. If there is any difference, it is probably more... Bulling Bulling girlish heart?

After all, after eating food for so many years, he has never seen rainbow egg fried rice.

He waited for death to place an order.

But after being happy with the screen for a while, Reaper didn't buy anything, but switched to the app that sells clothes. After browsing the prices from low to high, he carefully chose a set of 19.9 bags with good reviews. Postal pajamas.

Bai Jinyi: "..."

Indeed, when the god of death does not have to use food to survive, it is undoubtedly more cost-effective to buy pajamas that can be replaced with limited assets than to buy food.

It is this kind of cost-effective, looking at it horizontally and vertically, it reveals a kind of helpless poverty and sadness.

For a while, I didn't know whether it was more difficult to be a human being or a ghost.

"The order was placed successfully!"

Jian Wuxu's happy low cry woke up Bai Jinyi, and Bai Jinyi was about to say "that's good", when the excited voice of Death God stopped abruptly.

"Delivery Time--"

Bai Jinyi leaned over to take a look.

I saw behind the order in the background of Jian Wuxu's mobile phone, it showed:

Estimated delivery time: 15 days.

There is also a line of small gray words below:

Due to various types of force majeure, some outlets are temporarily unavailable. The existing human outlets: 48.

Bai Jinyi and the Grim Reaper looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, Jian Wuxu cheered up: "I'd better wait, just take it slow, it will definitely arrive in the end—"

The words are still being said, when the background is refreshed, the situation becomes:

Estimated delivery time: 18 days

Existing human outlets: 47

them:"……"

Jian Wuxu stumbled and said, "Yes, I should be there, right?"

Maybe……?

Bai Jin thought about it, and suddenly saw something left beside the iron bucket.He just placed an order for the Ching Ming Festival gift pack. In addition to the previous ones, the gift pack also came with a lot of weird things, such as two paper-made dolls and their clothes, as well as some similar paper-made home refrigerator appliances.

Bai Jinyi suddenly thought: "Since I can burn money for you, I should be able to burn something else for you, right?"

Jian Wuxu: "...Maybe?"

To be a man, we must have the spirit of experimentation.

Bai Jinyi lit the fire again, took off the paper clothes on the villain, recited "Amitabha" twice, then threw the paper clothes into the flames, and burned them clean.

Then he looked at Death, and Death looked at him.

"Has there been any changes?" Bai Jin agreed.

"I don't think anything has changed..." Jian Wuxu was halfway through speaking, and suddenly gasped.

"what happened?"

"The background has changed!" Jian Wuxu said.

Bai Jinyi also saw it. A brand new icon appeared in the background of Jifu's mobile phone. It was the Q version of the small pocket on Reaper's body. Click on it, and a set of clothes would pop out on the screen, with a blue [extractable ] button.

They decided to try to extract it, and Jane clicked the button without a clue.

The phone screen starts to glow.

It is not an ordinary light, but like a projector, it casts a light blue light area in the air. There is a Q version of the little ghost on the left, right, top, and bottom of the light area. The ghost is really Q, a bit like a white tablecloth tied up. Round heads, they fixed the blue frame, and in the middle of the blue frame, another white head floated out. This white head also had two more hands, and it was dragging a bag out of the light area.

Jian Wuxu felt that the scene in front of her was miraculous, much like the legendary five ghosts transporting technique.But he has some doubts:

"Why is it the Q version?" Shouldn't it be high-end, mysterious and weird?

Bai Jinyi also felt that this kind of picture was not serious enough, after all, the painting style of ghosts he saw before was quite normal.

"Could it be—"

They thought about it for a long time, and Jian Wuxu suddenly took out his small sickle and placed it next to the blue light area. The painting style of the sickle and the five white cloth ghosts was harmonious and unified.

"Is it because my mana is not enough?"

Bai Jinyi thinks this is really a sad conclusion.

But the Grim Reaper didn't feel sad for too long, because the bag was finally dragged out of the light zone. The two watched the white cloth ghost untie the bag, shaking and shaking, shaking out...

A set of paper clothes.

The paper is still paper, and the size is still for dolls.

Jian Wuxu stretched out her hand to poke lightly, and a hole was torn in the clothes.

"It seems that the things can indeed be received." The five white cloth ghosts have disappeared, and the mobile phone in the underworld has returned to its original appearance. Bai Jinyi concluded, "And it can basically be received in real time, but whatever is burned, it will be nothing." Things, if I get you a real suit, maybe you'll have a real suit..."

The god of death wanted to say something, but at this time, it was already time for evening self-study.

Baiyi had to study by himself tonight, so he didn't have time to talk to the god of death, so he hurriedly cleaned up the house and rushed to class.

The evening self-study started peacefully that day. Nothing serious happened to the students in my class, but a few people were absent-minded. They spread test papers on the table and read novels under the table.

Bai Jinyi confiscated them one by one, all of which were "Poisoned Fruit 5". This is a new book that just came out last month. From last month to this month, Bai Jinyi has already confiscated ten copies, and put them on the bookshelf in the dormitory. You can play Lianliankan five times.

The reason why everyone in the class has a copy is said to be because the author of the book did the same thing as the protagonist in the book, and was thrown into the sea by criminals who tied heavy objects with iron chains.And the author, like the protagonist, escaped from the Jedi.

Cool to think about...

So since then, the author's books have become very popular.

But no matter how popular it is, it should be confiscated and cannot escape.

After a lap, Bai Jinyi put the spoils on the podium.Just as the bell rang and the first class of evening self-study was over, Bai Jinyi walked towards the office with the six confiscated poisonous fruits in his arms.

When get out of class was over, the corridor was filled with students, and two rampant students would appear from time to time.

Just as Bai Jinyi managed to avoid a student, he heard the God of Death call out:

"Teacher Bai!"

What's wrong?Just as he was thinking, a strong force came from the front, and he staggered, and the book in his hand flew out, flying into the sky with the book on the opposite side, and then fell down like a goddess.

"careful!"

The voice of the god of death came to his ears again, and before Bai Jinyi raised his hands to protect his head and face, a translucent iridescence appeared in his sight, the god of death was protecting him, and the falling book crackled on the god of death.

"You're fine—"

Bai Jinyi blurted out, but the god of death who turned around got it wrong, thinking that Bai Jinyi was talking about the female teacher with braids lying on the ground.The god of death reminded Bai Jinyi:

"Mr. Bai, she is injured."

It was only then that Bai Jinyi realized that the person he had bumped into fell to the ground, had several books smashed, his knee was knocked somewhere, and his skin was bleeding.

It's Teacher Xu Xiaoshuang!

"Ms. Xu..." Bai Jinyi temporarily ignored the god of death, and stretched out his hand to help her.

Xu Xiaoshuang didn't move for a long time, her dark eyes seemed to be unfocused, but she seemed to be staring at Bai Jinyi all the time.

Bai Jinyi felt his scalp tingling:

"Are you OK?

"Ah," Xu Xiaoshuang seemed to come back to his senses, "it's Teacher Bai."

"Um……"

"Sorry, I haven't finished my form yet." She propped herself up on the floor, stood up unsteadily, and left.

Your knees, the books on the floor... Bai Jinyi didn't even have time to say, Xu Xiaoshuang has already entered the class, it is impossible for him to catch up to the class, not to mention the two words just now are the result of Bai Jinyi's best efforts to speak up.

He looked down at the books on the ground, and then turned his eyes to the god of death who just stood in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Bai Jinyi repeated this sentence for the second time, and Bai Jinyi spoke much more smoothly.

Jane was in a daze.

"It hurts?" Bai Jinyi became worried, and wanted to raise his hand to touch the god of death.But before he could talk himself out of the distance, Death came back.

"No!" Jian Wuxu returned to his senses with a brand-new annoyance, "Mr. Bai, I was thinking, if it was not a dozen books that were knocked into the air just now, but hundreds of books, then you would be dead! "

"..." Bai Jinyi's mood didn't fluctuate, he got used to it, and even said, "That's right."

"What a pity."

"It's not that bad either."

"Eh?"

"We can go to the school library and you knock down a shelf and there are hundreds of books."

"That won't work," Jian Wuxu was thinking, "Wouldn't that cause a lot of trouble for the librarian? I think it's better to use the books you have at home...but it seems that you don't have enough books at home."

"Yes."

"How can I have more books? Buy them? But Teacher Bai, your salary is not high, so you can't spend it casually..."

Bai Jinyi has to admit that the god of death is really considerate in many cases.

So he offered an idea.

"Like confiscating more books from student drawers?"

"Yes!" Jian Wuxu's inspiration flashed, "I just saw that there are books in the drawers of a few students!"

"Oh?"

"Several! Several books!" Grim Reaper emphasized the quantity, "Mr. Bai, let me show you, let's collect all the books!"

Bai Jinyi followed the god of death, and returned to the window of his class unhurriedly.

He wasn't in a bad mood either.

He seems to have found a new way to use the Grim Reaper.