my scheming human boyfriend

Although the child's parents are right next to him, Bai Jinyi really can't just sit back and watch a child who asks him for help like this...

Fortunately, at this time, although the parents of the students were still aggrieved, they finally came forward, worked with the teacher to move the child into the car, and prepared to drive the child to the hospital.

Just before getting into the driver's seat, the parent looked at Su Jueren with very meaningful eyes.

Everyone took the same road. Bai Jinyi's taxi and his parents' car arrived at the hospital one after another. Even queuing up for the filming was difficult. The results of the filming came out quickly. Bai Jinyi's bones were fine, but he had serious muscle damage. For nearly a month, my right hand was not very good.

The students who fell to the ground, on the one hand, were lucky, but the ankle was fractured, and there were no other problems, and they needed to be put on plaster and fixed for about a month; on the other hand, the luck was not so good, because A fractured ankle, not a fractured wrist, and he had to sit in a wheelchair for the exam.

Bai Jinyi and Qin Yongyong met outside the classroom door.

The student in the wheelchair looked up at him, still looking miserable and sad: "Teacher, are you invigilating this examination room?"

"..."

Qin Yongyong: "Oh, teacher, I wanted to touch the ground first, but..."

"..."

Qin Yongyong: "Maybe this is a mistake that will cause eternal hatred."

Bai Jin didn't want to pay attention to this student.

The exam bell rang, and he began to invigilate, taking his place on the podium, with a teacher sitting at the back of the room.

The degree of boredom of invigilation may only be understood by the invigilator. Every time the invigilator is finished, there will be the same sighs and sighs in the office as the students after handing out the test papers. Some colleagues said that they have figured out a whole book in the examination room. Philosophy of life book, some colleagues said that they memorized the design and color of every floor tile in the classroom, and some colleagues said that they had arranged eighteen different life stages for themselves, whether they were successful or famous, or poor and poor, and they finished playing in them. The drama of my eighteen lifetimes.

Compared with his colleagues, Bai Jinyi didn't hate the invigilator so much.

The invigilator can make him feel at ease in a daze, and occasionally raise his eyes to see if any students are cheating.

But this time the surveillance was different from before.As soon as Bai Jinyi sat down behind the podium, the god of death floated over. He looked around and found that there were no extra chairs, so he asked Bai Jinyi:

"Teacher Bai, can I sit on the podium?"

Bai Jinyi has no reason to refuse.

So the god of death floated onto the podium, moved to the side considerately, and said to Bai Jinyi: "Mr. Bai, if I block your view, you have to tell me."

Bai Jinyi nodded.

The test papers were distributed and the students began to answer the questions.

For a while, the classroom was filled with white noise of rustling pens.

Bai Jinyi looked directly at the students, watching, his eyes gradually became lax... At this moment, the god of death suddenly said: "Mr. Bai, it seems a bit boring..."

Yes, proctoring is just that boring.It's so boring that even if you like to be in a daze, it's a bit boring.

"Mr. Bai, do you want to keep an eye on the students all the time?"

In fact, there is no need, and the invigilator is not so urgent.

"Mr. Bo, why don't you come and watch the gossip about the underworld with me? There are a lot of ghosts who like to talk about the underworld in the forum! We can also read novels about the underworld, but their ghost stories are not as interesting as anyone else's. By the way, There are still some small games to play on your mobile phone. Teacher Bai, you can’t bring your mobile phone in. You can play it on my mobile phone. The time will pass soon! However, Teacher Bai, your right hand is still injured, so most of the games cannot be played. Think about it this way, read books and read forums..."

Bai Jin felt in a trance that the bird standing on the treetop outside the window flew into the window, landed on his shoulder, hopped to the left, hopped to the right, chirped, and pecked him twice with its small sharp beak. finger, let him play with it.

Bai Jinyi thought for a moment, then shook his head.

The examination room couldn't make a sound, so Bai Jinyi typed on Reaper's mobile phone:

To invigilate, don't be too distracted.

Reaper was a little disappointed.He took the mobile phone, tapped it twice, and tapped it twice again, as if suddenly inspired, he looked up again, his eyes sparkled: "Well, let me read to you, how about it?"

study?

"Yes, I will find a book and read it to you. This way you can supervise the examination room without feeling bored." Jian Wuxu felt that she had come up with a great idea, "Mr. Bai, what do you like to listen to?" Books? How about I read a poem first, how about we find it?"

Sitting on the podium, the god of death cleared his throat, held his mobile phone, and began to read.

The transparent figure read out the transparent rhythm.The transparent melody bypasses the white wall, the gray ground, and the dense green trees outside the window, bringing sunlight and oxygen, and finally embraces him briskly.

The two-day invigilation passed quickly, followed by correcting the test papers, distributing the results, and explaining the wrong questions.

At this time, the god of death began to worry: "Mr. Bai, your hand has just been injured. Although the bone is not injured, the wrist still needs to be nourished for a while. How about asking for a few days off?"

"It's the third-term mid-term exam. If you still rest, the mid-term exam will be here." This time, Bai Jinyi shook his head directly, "It's true that the wrist is a little inconvenient, but since there is no fracture, if you can persist, you can persevere."

The god of death felt that even if the bones were broken, maybe Mr. Bai would persist...

But what Bai Jinyi said is not wrong, the third grade of junior high school should not delay the students' future.

The Grim Reaper neither wanted to delay the students, nor wanted Bai Jinyi to work.

He was in a dilemma, and if he lost something, he floated onto the sofa bed in a daze.

Bai Jinyi was about to go out. After the students finished their exams, the teacher had to correct the papers in a designated area. This was to prevent some cheating from happening.

It was the rainy season, and it rained for a long time, and the weather repeated itself.The coat that was put in the cabinet was turned out again, Bai Jinyi was wearing the coat, when the god of death sitting on the sofa suddenly called out:

"what!"

"what happened?"

"Teacher Bai, I have a solution! I can not delay the students, but also allow your wrist to recuperate!"

"?"

"Let's do a magic trick!"

"...?"

When Bai Jinyi wore a loose coat and arrived at the designated area with Reaper, Reaper's magic was announced:

Bai Jinyi sat upright in his seat. His intact left glove was put into the sleeve of the overcoat, but his right hand was not covered by the coat. Instead, it was covered by the overcoat and hung down by his side. The vacant right sleeve was The Grim Reaper, who had conjured up his body, put on a glove and stretched his hand through it.

In this way, Bai Jinyi's injured right hand can rest.

And Death's intact and flexible right hand can hide from the world, and under the double supervision of the monitor and other teachers in the office, he freely helps Bai Jinyi to correct the papers.

After Grim Reaper told Bai Jinyi the method he came up with, he simulated it several times in his mind, thinking that there should be no problem: "Mr. Bai, this should work, right?"

"Although it is possible, but..."

"But?" Jian Wuxu wondered.

"I'll do it myself."

"But your hand is hurt."

"..."

"And you don't want to rest."

"..."

"What if there are sequelae?"

"The human body is not that fragile..."

"But the human body is indeed very fragile." Jian Wuxu was a little puzzled, "What is the reason for Mr. Bai's disapproval?"

"...too close..."

"But we are not only men, we are even one person and one ghost. I know Teacher Bai doesn't like to be close to people, but it's okay to be close to ghosts." Jian Wuxu comforted Bai Jinyi, "The injured Teacher Bai has to overcome the inconvenience. After teaching the students, let’s overcome this by the way, right?”

"..."

Bai Jinyi really couldn't find any more reasons to refuse.

So, in the end, he could only follow what the god of death said, sitting on the chair, straightening his back as much as possible, leaving one right sleeve behind.

The god of death slipped into Bai Jinyi's arms, turned into a real body, and passed through the sleeve with his gloved right hand.

He tried it, and felt that there was no hindrance in his movements. His right hand, which was wearing Bai Jinyi's clothes, could also move freely. With two swipes, he corrected several papers.

He was very happy: "Okay, then you don't have to do it, Mr. Bai, and there is no obstacle for me to come."

Bai Jinyi straightened his back as much as possible.

But there is only such a small space, no matter how you straighten your back and distance yourself, you will feel powerless, and you will inevitably feel all aspects of the condensed god of death.

The Grim Reaper, who usually doesn't look short, shrinks into a size so petite that he can easily hug him when nestled in his arms.

He felt Death's thin shoulders and back, and when he was changing the paper in the rustle, he would collide with him lightly from time to time, like a cool wind, suddenly hitting your chest without thinking.

There is also the hair of the god of death, the god of death with a bowed back, will stretch out his left hand, put his elbow on the table, and then rest his chin with his palm. They will be swishing and swaying, and they are as lively as their masters...

"……a bit tired."

At this time, more than half of the papers had been corrected, and the other teachers got up to drink water once or twice.

But because both Bai Jinyi and Shinigami had a little bit of a guilty conscience, they always worked hard to grade the papers silently and diligently.The god of death finally couldn't hold on anymore, his shoulders collapsed, and he leaned on Bai Jinyi.

"It's not easy being a teacher, there are so many things to do..."

Bai Jin wanted to push the god of death away.

Death leaned on it for a while, and then remembered: "Mr. Bai, you don't like people getting too close, wait, I..."

His body was embraced by Bai Jinyi's left hand.

"Eh?"

Bai Jinyi turned to the window, studying the deep and shallow fresh green on the tree. His left hand was on the shoulder of Death, holding Death in his arms.

"Take a rest when you're tired."

Death was happy.

He immediately relaxed, leaning against Bai Jinyi's chest, rubbed happily, and let out a lazy nasal voice:

"Teacher Bai's chest is very broad and comfortable, I want to sleep here..."

In the following time, every time Bai Jinyi tried to correct the two papers by himself, he was very vigilantly rejected by the god of death. He finally gave up and sat on the chair. When the god of death was tired, he held the god of death in his arms. Let the ghost rest for a few minutes.

After the marking was over and the scores were awarded, the teachers who were guarding the office were finally able to disperse.

When they went home, when they went back to the dormitory, Bai Jinyi was also a little tired, a tiredness that he was not used to.As soon as he entered the door, he received a call from Bai Peiyun.

"dad?"

"I heard from Su Jueren that a student jumped off the building two days ago, and you rushed to help him. His wrist was hurt?" Bai Peiyun said on the phone.

"Just a small injury."

"After all, it's an injury. You can go home for a few days, and your mother and I will take care of you." Bai Peiyun ordered.

Bai Jinyi didn't want to go back,

One is that it is not necessary, and the other is that it is not convenient enough-after all, the god of death is living with him now.

There was resistance in his heart, and a lot of explanations surfaced in his heart. He has never been very good at rejecting his parents... But today is really too tired, and his mind can't turn. In the end, he didn't say any explanations, just said own resistance:

"No, no, goodbye, Dad."

After that, just hang up the phone.