Marrying an old-fashioned scientific researcher

The man wearing cold brown thin-rimmed glasses stood out in the crowd, and the handkerchief he was holding was as eye-catching as the others.

Qi Bai was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what the man meant.

Seeing that Qi Bai didn't move, the man raised his hand, and gently covered his cheeks with a clean and soft handkerchief, carrying a faint, unnamed cold fragrance.

It seems to be mixed with a trace of disinfectant.

Qi Bai instinctively raised his hand to press the handkerchief, and the two fingertips touched briefly, and he only felt that the man's hand was as cold as anyone else's.

In just a moment, the man withdrew his hand, and said in a succinct tone, "My face is bleeding."

Qi Bai came back to his senses: "...Thank you."

The sharp corner of the hard-covered card passed by, and Qi Bai felt a tingling pain, but he didn't expect the skin to be broken.

The man shook his head and didn't speak again.

Qi Bai took off the handkerchief and took a look. The blood on the blue handkerchief was dazzling. He twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly. No wonder Zhao Yuankai looked shocked.

Just as he was thinking, Zhao Yuankai moved. He first glanced warily at the handsome man standing next to Qi Bai. He rowed, consciously in the wrong, so he had to endure it.

Zhao Yuankai looked at Qi Bai, concerned about his wound:

"How are you feeling, brother?"

Qi Bai turned sideways to avoid Zhao Yuankai's outstretched hand, with uncontrollable irritability and impatience in his eyes:

"No, you don't need to take care of my business."

Zhao Yuankai seemed to have never heard of it: "Brother, wait for me here, and I will go buy medicine."

Qi Bai: "No need."

With Qi Bai's nervous face, Zhao Yuankai stubbornly went to the nearby pharmacy regardless of the latter's wishes.

The police sirens sounded from far to near, and the passers-by who joined in the fun knew that something bigger than this happened in the alley, and followed the police to the narrow alley.

Most of the onlookers dispersed, so it was naturally impossible for Qi Bai to wait for Zhao Yuankai to come back, turn around and leave.

After a few steps, he turned his head as if remembering something, and the owner of the handkerchief had disappeared.

The fabric in his hand felt full of presence, Qi Bai rubbed his fingertips on the flexible fabric twice, and pursed his lips.

He didn't even know when the other party left.

***

The interlude on the road caused Qi Bai to arrive at the studio nearly an hour later than expected. By then, several students were already practicing independently in front of the drawing board.

As soon as Qi Bai stepped into the studio, the students stopped what they were doing: "Brother Qi."

"Brother Qi, congratulations." A boy with a cropped head said with a smile:

"Just now the official website announced the list of winners for this year's 'Ai Luofu Visual Art Exhibition', Brother Qi, you are the first prize!"

"As expected of Brother Qi!"

"Brother Qi is amazing! Brother Qi treats you!"

There was congratulations, and the atmosphere in the originally quiet studio instantly became warm.

After graduating from the Department of Fine Arts of Nantah University, majoring in oil painting, Qi Bai opened a studio of his own, and there were many students who came here admiringly. Qi Bai was their teacher here, but they were all of the same age, and they didn’t get along so rigidly.

In the corner of the studio, two girls whispered:

"It's No.1 again, and it's also a student of NTU. Why is Senior Qi Bai so outstanding?"

"I even suspect that I was admitted to Nantah University because of a bug in the school system. I have to examine myself three times a day. Am I really worthy of going to a university with my seniors?"

"The senior is different from us. I heard that he was brought by Professor Nian to teach freshmen in his sophomore year. He is Professor Nian's favorite."

"Professor Nian is notoriously difficult to deal with, handsome and talented, the senior is simply the girl of my dreams, woo woo woo..."

"Unfortunately... oh."

Most of the people who come to the studio to study are preparing for the art exam. In addition, there are also a small number of amateurs and those who have already been admitted to various colleges and universities, but want to improve their skills and ask Qi Bai to teach them.

These two girls are the latter.

As a top-ranked institution in China, students from Nantah University go out and say that they have underestimated each other by saying that they are the best in acoustics.

That has to be a god of learning.

However, being admitted to Nantah University does not mean that everything will be fine from then on. Among a group of academic gods, the gap between people is more obvious.

As an award-winning party, Qi Bai received a congratulatory phone call from the staff before the official website announced the list of winners.

"It's okay to treat guests, first show me the exercises I assigned in class."

With a word from Qi Bai, the studio, which was originally in full swing, suddenly became quiet as if ice had been poured on it.

Everyone lowered their heads unanimously, and Qi Bai nodded to the boy with the cut hair who made the loudest booing: "Wu Yu."

The lucky one, Wu Yu, couldn't smile, so Kuxixi took the practice chart up, Qi Bai looked at the horrific bust picture, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at him with a half-smile.

Wu Yu's back went numb, and he stood at attention immediately, with a serious face:

"Okay, Brother Qi, don't scold me, I'll go down and repaint right now!"

Wu Yu wanted to hide, but he didn't. After reviewing everyone's exercises one by one, Qi Bai said:

"Except for a few students, everyone's biggest problem is that they can't grasp the integrity and brightness of the picture. Also, let me say it again, don't use too much white paint just to make the painting look 'clean'..."

A class lasted for two hours, and after the end of the class, the students who once again felt the gap between people did not have the face to ask Qi Bai to treat them again, and left one after another with their own things.

After tidying up the studio briefly, Qi Bai walked last, with some paint on his hands, on the way to the bathroom, there was a whispered discussion in front of him:

"Senior Qi Bai is good everywhere, but his personality is difficult to deal with."

"Sexual orientation is difficult? I read that the seniors are gay in school forums. Is it true?"

"Yeah, we are the sophomore, Zhao Yuankai, you know, right? I have been chasing senior Qi Bai for two or three years, and the freshman dared to hold 99 roses to confess his love on the first day of school, but King Xiang wanted to..."

"Hold the grass to confess in public? Is it so exciting? How brave!"

"Damn Yong, you don't know how crazy that person is. The colonel and leaders were all there at the opening ceremony. When he took out the rose, the dean's face turned green... There was a lot of trouble at the time, because of this, Senior Qi Bai The sure scholarship places have all been withdrawn."

"Ah, why is this, the senior didn't do anything wrong."

"Who says it's not, but the general environment is like this... In short, the male god's sexuality is the same as ours. You'd better stop dreaming, and get the moon first if you are close to the water? It doesn't exist."

The sound of small discussions and footsteps went away together, Qi Bai walked out from the shadow of the corridor, his expression was calm when he washed his hands.

***

As soon as he got home and opened the door, Qi Bai saw a postcard and a few band-aids lying quietly on the floor in the entrance.

Qi Bai could guess what was written on the postcard without picking it up.

"Fuck!"

Qi Bai kicked the door panel, couldn't hold back a low curse, and took the things aggressively to kill the property office.

The original residence was known by Zhao Yuankai, and Qi Bai changed to a better security community now, the rent is high, and it is claimed that you will never be able to enter without swiping the key card.

"The person came in behind an owner. The security guard thought they were together and didn't stop them. As for the postcards and band-aids, they were stuffed in through the crack of the door. They couldn't enter your house."

After calling the gate and corridor monitoring, the property manager looked at Qi Bai and apologized repeatedly:

"This is our negligence, I am very sorry, we will definitely strengthen our patrols and protection in the future, Mr. Qi, look..."

This was their dereliction of duty, but it did not cause any real loss to Qi Bai. The property management department wanted to make it a trivial matter, and offered to exempt Qi Bai from property management fees for two months as compensation.

If it weren't for Qi Bai's ugly face, the property management department wouldn't even take the initiative to raise the property management fee, and the matter would just go away after smoothing things over.

What Qi Bai cared about was not the compensation from the property management office, he was thinking about how Zhao Yuankai found out about his new residence this time.

It has not been three months since he moved.

Qi Bai remained silent.

Seeing this, the administrator thought that he was dissatisfied with the compensation, and opened his mouth to try to persuade him again, but he saw the postcard from the corner of his eye, and after seeing the contents clearly, he paused and asked:

"Or...Mr. Qi, do you know the man on the surveillance? If you want to call the police, we will fully cooperate. "

After calling the police, Qi Bai was sent out respectfully by the staff of the property management office, and the nausea and stickiness in Qi Bai's heart did not subside in the slightest.

It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were attached to him, monitoring his movements all the time, and his ghost lingered.

Mr. Qi's expression was so irritable that he wanted to hit someone. Until he left, the staff didn't dare to ask him if he wanted the postcard and band-aids.

In the end, the postcard with beautiful scenery and sincere and warm words can only be thrown into the trash can.

For Zhao Yuankai's entanglement, it's not that Qi Bai never reported to the police, but the effect was minimal.

The police came and went quickly, Qi Bai didn't want to stay in this house now, so he yelled in the group, and casually picked up a coat on the sofa and went out.

***

In the clean and tidy bathroom, Qi Bai could hear the footsteps of the restaurant staff when serving dishes, soft and soothing music and the sound of splashing water.

After waiting for a long time, Qi Bai lightly kicked the closed toilet door:

"Are you still alive, do you need Dad to catch you?"

The sound of vomiting in the cubicle gradually stopped, and the sound of flushing water and the vague response of the people inside sounded together. The next second, the partition opened from the inside, and Qi Bin crawled out from inside, shouting drunkenly that he was still drunk.

But his body was crooked and about to fall on Qi Bai who was standing upright.

Qi Bai put away his phone and frowned in distaste, he held the drunken man into the sink by his back collar, and turned on the faucet to flush the drunk.

Qi Bin was so intoxicated that he screamed and screamed, attracting the attention of people around him like a crime scene.

The man who had just entered the bathroom saw Qi Bai's long black hair and his tall and thin figure at first glance, and his hand that touched the zipper of his trousers trembled. Turning her head, she glanced at him lightly.

The man paused.

"Fuck, it turned out to be a man."

His gaze stayed on Qi Bai's face for a short while, and the man muttered, then dodged into the cubicle.

Qi Bin woke up most of the time, barely stood up straight, looked up at the instigator with tears on his face, and said in a resentful tone:

"My son is rebellious and hurts—ah!"

Before Qi Bin could finish howling, Qi Bai unceremoniously slapped him on the back of the head again:

"It hurts your head, everyone tells you not to drink it, but you still hold the bottle and blow it, why don't you vomit to death?"

Seeing the uncontrollable irritability between Qi Bai's brows, Qi Bin's dizzy mind cleared up a little:

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you? Who made you unhappy?"

"A psychopath."

After leaving this sentence, Qi Bai shook the water in his hands and went out. Qi Bin leaned on the sink to react for two seconds, and followed up with a rough sentence:

"Then the little brother is still pestering you?"

Pushing open the door of the box, Qi Bai turned his face away from the soaring alcohol smell, the wine bottles on the dining table were tilted to and fro, and the cups and plates were messed up.

He was in a bad mood and organized a game, and the students who came were all close classmates in college.

In the end, including him, there were only five people in total, one was just lifted out of the toilet by him, the other was slumped on the chair in the box, and curled up in a ball under the table.

Only one remained standing.

As the only sober person in the box, Jiang Yi quickly waved after seeing Qi Bai:

"Bai, you came back just in time, come and help me."

Together they helped the man lying on the ground who drank into mud to the chair, Qi Bai looked at Jiang Yi who was panting from exhaustion beside him:

"No drink today?"

Jiang Yi sighed: "Drinking is wrong, you know, I quit drinking."

"Mistake?" Qi Bai smiled narrowly: "I thought you were addicted to the tenderness of your canary and couldn't help it."

Jiang Yi, Qi Bai's college classmate and best friend, he returned home after graduation to inherit the family business and became the second generation of the president. Mr. Jiang got drunk on the night of graduation and had a ridiculous night. After waking up, he had a tall and long leg bird.

Even if Mr. Jiang's canary is taller than him, he is still a man.

Just joking, Qi Bin, who was lagging behind, poked his head through the crack of the door and said, "I didn't make a mistake this time." As soon as he sat down, he hurriedly asked Qi Bai:

"You have already graduated, so the elementary school boy surnamed Zhao hasn't given up yet?"

"Primary school brother?" Jiang Yi put away the playful smile on his face, frowned and asked, "That idiot Zhao Yuankai came to pester you again?"

Qi Bai felt disgusted when he heard the name, and told them what happened today with a dark face.

Qi Bin scolded 'pervert' and looked at Qi Bai sympathetically:

"It's really hard for you to have such a fanatical suitor."

Jiang Yi also nodded: "If I had known today, you shouldn't have been his tutor at that time."

Zhao Yuankai directly or indirectly caused Qi Bai a lot of trouble. Thinking of Qi Bai's last two years in college, Qi Bin patted him on the shoulder lovingly, feeling:

"How many marriages did you break in your previous life, and this rotten peach blossom like Zhao Yuankai is only here?"

Qi Bai said blankly: "I also want to know what evil I did in my previous life."

The sober people present all looked at Qi Bai with pity when they heard the words, Jiang Yi said:

"What you can't get is always in a commotion. I think Zhao Yuankai will not give up easily with his perseverance."

Qi Bai took a sip of the beer in hand and became even more irritable.

"How about..." Qi Bin hiccupped and persuaded Qi Bai:

"Xiaobai, are you going to have a relationship? When you become famous, Zhao Yuankai might stop thinking about it."

Qi Bai squeezed the glass and looked at him: "You are single until now, is it because you don't want to fall in love?"

Falling in love is not shopping for groceries, where can we just talk about it?

"We are different." Qi Bin's tone was sour: "There are so many people who like you, as long as you let go, those suitors will have to follow you and die for you?"

"I won't mention anyone else, just me. In the past four years of university, I have been forced to collect love letters and gifts for you. Men, women, rich and handsome... as long as you ask, isn't it up to you to choose? "

Qi Bai shook his head: "I don't like them."

Qi Bin choked up for a moment, turned his eyes around Qi Bai and Jiang Yi's faces, and finally nodded helplessly:

"That's right, the two most handsome and best-looking grasses in our college are here. It's not surprising that you don't like the other Yingying and Yanyan."

The road to find someone to get out of the single seems to be blocked, Qi Bin continued to think hard with his half-drunk head.

But about Zhao Yuankai, the few of them got together to discuss more than once, and they didn't discuss the reason. At this time, they could only be relatively silent, and their brows were furrowed deeper than the other.

Qi Bin muttered to himself: "This will not work, and that will not work. Is there really no way..."

Just when Qi Bai was silent, Jiang Yi suddenly said:

"Since it really doesn't work, how about finding a fake one?"

Qi Bai looked at him: "What fake?"

"Fake boyfriend!" Jiang Yi thought it was feasible, and his eyes lit up: "True love is hard to find, aren't there tool men with two legs everywhere?"

Qi Bai: "?"

Fake boyfriend tool man?