Into a parallel world

The night wind outside blew the curtains, and the moonlight was covered by dark clouds. Qiao Ye couldn't see the man's expression at this time. The man was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, the man raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Ye, "Okay." One word is a promise for both parties, and only the person involved knows how deep this promise is.

Qiao Ye was a little surprised, but soon saw the man's movements.

"Then." The man moved closer to Qiao Ye, bent down, and the two faced each other, "Let's make a contract."

A contract, is it a contract or something?

"Why?" Qiao Ye wondered. Shouldn't it be he who saved the man, and then the other party was willing to help him realize a wish, so the two of them were settled?Why is there still a contract?

The man didn't speak, but just took a step closer to Qiao Ye. The distance between their faces was only a punch away. They were so close that the sound of their faces breathing could be heard.

"Who the hell are you?" Qiao Ye couldn't help asking the question he'd been wanting to ask all along. There was a faint voice in his heart asking him not to look at the person in front of him with normal eyes. His rebirth was already a supernatural thing. No, maybe this man is also a supernatural creature.

"Make a contract..." the man said to himself, and moved his head forward, causing Qiao Ye to lean against the wall and lean to the side.

"Not sure!" Qiao Ye yelled.

The man paused and asked, "Why?"

"The person who wants to make a contract must be something bad!" Qiao Ye stretched out his hand to push away the person who was about to cling to him.

"No, Qiao Ye, you can't refuse." The man said, stretched out his hand to cover Qiao Ye's head, and firmly pressed his lips that were about to speak.

There was the sound of even breathing from the side, and the faint sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside. Qiao Ye opened his eyes, and turned his head to see two roommates sleeping badly. Then he looked at the window, and the curtains were blown up and down by the wind.

Lie quietly for a while, smoothing my thoughts, did someone really come last night?He wanted to regard the finished work as a dream, but the faint smell of medicine still lingered on his lips, as well as the unforgettable face and voice, telling him that what he cursed Lu Fengluo last night was true.

What retribution will Lu Fengluo get?have no idea.Qiao Ye sat up slowly, tidied himself up and left the dormitory. Today was the French class he took with Song Ci, that is, today Song Ci persuaded him to run for the Minister of Literature.

"Hey, have you heard?" The female classmate in the seat behind chatted with her companion, Qiao Ye sat alone in the third row of the stairs, and only typed a few lines in the document on the computer.

"What? The head of the literature department is going to resign and transfer to another school. This position is vacant?" Another person said disapprovingly.

"Oh! It's not just these! I heard that the chairman came to personally select the position of Minister of Literature! The point is---" The girl was a little anxious and excited, and seemed a little incoherent.

"Ah! The point is, as long as you go to participate, you will have a good chance to see the real face of the president? My God!" The girl who was calm just now became unable to control her expression immediately after hearing the news. kind.

From time to time, Qiao Ye heard the discussion of the crowd behind him.Department of Literature?Chairman?He has heard of all these, because before he entered the school that all students dream of, he heard about the legendary figure of the student council president, let alone when he entered the school, the "student council president" It's like a sweet dream among girls in college A, unattainable yet close at hand, almost every few steps you can hear gossip about the student council president.

For example, President Lu won the award of a certain academic seminar, President Lu received a double master's degree in management from a certain school in a certain country, which country President Lu is from, and where President Lu is going to do today... …

It was because of these miraculous legends that Qiao Ye in the previous life became more curious about such an influential figure in A University, so he couldn't help but participate in the election.

"His eyes exude a different glass than usual, and he said unfeeling words to the sad and tearful man opposite him: 'Why don't you die?'..." A male voice suddenly sounded beside him, and Qiao Ye turned his face , I saw Song Ci staring at the words on the computer document without blinking, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little strange after reading it.

"Aye, is this the ending?" Song Ci never took his eyes off the computer screen, a little surprised at the sudden reversal of the plot written by Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye curled his lips, "Yes." The ending was that he had thought about the ending of him and Lu Fengluo countless times, and expressed his resentment as a character.

After pressing the save button, the French professor at the door came in with the handouts. Song Ci turned his head and sat down, pursing his lips, showing a little puzzlement on his sunny and handsome face.

"French is divided into feminine and masculine. To learn French, you must prepare hard..." The professor on the podium began in Chinese and explained French in English.Qiao Ye carefully took notes in his notebook. This feeling, like returning to a salvageable past, was stolen by him by accident.

"Aye."

Hearing Song Ci call him softly, Qiao Ye slightly turned his head to look at Song Ci, who was also looking at the blackboard seriously.

"Do you want to run for the Minister of Literature?" Song Ci paused, and then said: "I mean, if you participate, I will canvass for you."

Qiao Ye stopped the pen in his hand to take notes, thought carefully, and said slowly: "I want to try, after all, only in this way can I train myself, not to mention that I have to work hard to improve myself."

Song Ci raised the corners of his mouth, the heating in the auditorium was very strong, and his fair and smooth skin was a little flushed due to the heat, "I just want to compete for the next Minister of Finance, this time I will canvass for you first, who told you to be me?" As for the author under you, you have to canvass for my votes!"

Qiao Ye glanced at Song Ci contemptuously, pouted his lips indifferently, "You have only played basketball well since you were a child, and you still go to the Ministry of Finance?"

"Come on, haven't you noticed that your brother and I are very good in all aspects? When I get the chance, I will show you the other hand. You have to hold it." Song Ci said as if he really showed it. With one hand, imagining Qiao Ye's adoring eyes towards him, he unknowingly trembled in his seat with the beat.

Qiao Ye rolled his eyes in disgust, and moved to the left, pretending that he didn't know the idiot next to him, but the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Song Ci patted Qiao Ye on the shoulder, "Remember to call me at night, I will let you witness the honor of the male god!" He picked up the basketball under the table and ran out of the classroom, causing the other boys to exclaim.

"Got it." Qiao Ye packed up his things, looked at his schedule for today, and there was no class in the afternoon.