Marrying an old-fashioned scientific researcher

Qi Bai always saw on the Internet that someone rented a fake partner at the end of the year to urge marriage, but he never thought of using this to deal with Zhao Yuankai.

Regarding Jiang Yi's proposal, Qi Bai's heart moved for a moment: "Where can I find it?"

I read a lot of social news, and people who look for it online are not so relieved.

"It's so troublesome." Jiang Yi winked at him with an ambiguous smile: "Isn't this ready-made?"

Qi Bai: "...?"

Qi Bin's eyes swam around the two of them, and he said with his tongue out, "Yes, Xiaoyi... Isn't it ready-made?"

"No." Qi Bai didn't even want to refuse: "Too familiar, Zhao Yuankai won't believe it."

Besides, Qi Bai took a look at Jiang Yi, thinking of the strong canary that the other party accidentally bumped into and raised, Qi Bai had an intuition that he should stay away from his best friend at this time.

"Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, what are you thinking." Jiang Yi interrupted their thoughts: "It's not me, but I have a more suitable candidate."

Qi Bin gave a 'cut' sound: "With our Xiaobai's appearance and appearance, I wouldn't believe it if we could just find someone to impersonate Zhao Yuankai."

Jiang Yi: "My house...cough, what, he has a friend named Jiang Jianzhi, who is so handsome that Zhao Yuankai will definitely feel ashamed when he sees him."

"The most important thing is..." Jiang Yi dragged out his tone: "He is a professional, and he won't entangle after things are done, and he won't bring in a second Zhao Yuankai."

Jiang Yi spoke cryptically, but Qi Bai understood what he meant.

Jiang Yi's Canary's friends are mostly colleagues, and the money and goods are settled, so there is no worries.

If you have to find a fake boyfriend to play on the spot, the other party can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

Jiang Yi suggested that Qi Bai find a fake once and for all, which completely made Zhao Yuankai give up:

"You don't know, Jiang Jianzhi is really good-looking, handsome and graceful, and his temperament is simply amazing. In ancient times, he was definitely the most important oiran rank..."

Jiang Yi praised Jiang Jianzhi so much that there is no heaven and earth, but Qi Bai has never seen him in person, so he has reservations about this.

But speaking of excellent temperament, a handsome face flashed in his mind.

The man left without a sound, and the handkerchief that Fang didn't return in time is still in his trousers pocket.

I don't know what Jiang Jianzhi, who was praised by his friends, looks like, but Qi Bai thinks that there is no man who is more suitable for the word "yingyingyuli" than the owner of the handkerchief.

An inappropriate analogy, the ancient times like the owner of the handkerchief is the oiran who makes people willing to smile with a thousand dollars.

When his thoughts came back, Qi Bai interrupted Jiang Yi's eloquence: "Do you still remember Zhang Chen?"

Qi Bin rushed to answer: "Zhang Chen? Just that unlucky guy who was in a group with you because of the group assignment, and was beaten up by Zhao Yuankai after smiling at you?"

Qi Bai nodded, Jiang Yi's mouth twitched and fell silent.

Jiang Yi also remembered that Zhang Chen was only a little closer to Qi Bai at the beginning, and smiled, Zhao Yuankai thought that the other party was seducing Qi Bai to find fault, if someone with such a possessive desire knew that Qi Bai had a date... …

That can't be fried?

Zhao Yuankai's kind of paranoia and delusional disorder, if he jumps over the wall in a hurry, he doesn't know what crazy things he will do.

Qi Bai, who knew Zhao Yuankai's dog temper, didn't want to drag irrelevant people into the water.

Jiang Yi picked up the cup on the table and took a sip proudly, with a vicious tone:

"That's not okay, that's also a concern, why don't I find someone to do him, and it'll be over once and for all."

Qi Bin gave a thumbs up and called Boss Jiang awesome, Qi Bai glanced at the contents of his cup and touched his forehead:

"Drinking sweet flower tea can also get drunk?"

There is no way ahead, and the discussion seems to be back to the original point.

***

I don't know if the alarm is useful or the security of the community has really been upgraded, but Qi Bai hasn't received any strange 'gifts' from the crack of the door in the past few days.

But this does not affect his determination to change houses.

The rent in Nanfeng City is not cheap. Qi Bai needed an independent and quiet creative space, so he rented a small apartment and paid three for one. He signed a half-year contract and paid the rent for the next three months only two days before. Plus the rent of the studio, water and electricity...

The [-] U.S. dollars special prize of the "Ailov Visual Art Exhibition" was won by an Austrian exhibitor, and the first prize of Qi Bai was [-] U.S. dollars, but it will take several months for the money to reach him. formalities.

And can not solve the urgent need.

Qi Bai looked at the sum of the available balance of his mobile bank and payment app, and subtracted two months of mortgage...

He began to think about the possibility of living in a rough house.

Except for his junior year, Qi Bai received a scholarship from Nantah University, and the school also has a living allowance of [-] per month, plus the income of tutoring, various competition prizes, and business manuscripts received over the years...

With all the savings added up, Qi Bai can even be considered rich.

Until being harassed by Zhao Yuankai, Qi Bai had to move out of the school's free dormitory. After experiencing the pain of renting a house, he gritted his teeth in his senior year and used all his savings to pay the down payment and bought a small two-bedroom apartment.

After emptying his family and becoming a house slave, Qi Bai's life suddenly became poor.

Before the bonus from the "Ailuofu Visual Art Exhibition" is not in place, it is very difficult for him to change to a better house than the present one.

Outside the window, the street lamp passed through the glass and cast a large patch of warm yellow on the side of Qi Bai's face. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and finally posted a post on Weibo:

Bairi Qingshan V: Receive manuscripts, accept three orders, bring your own design, unlimited styles, and refuse to jump in line if you don’t accept urgent ones.

Weibo was sent out, and soon people flooded into the comment area:

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally billed! ! ]

[I am coming!Confess the blue shirt male god! ]

[What did I see? !Tsing Shirt is out for business! ]

[I bought the artist's co-branded lotion from Yuanji!The painting style of the blue shirt is simply beautiful!I don't even bother to throw away empty bottles. ]

The Weibo account 'Bai Ri Qing Shan' was created by Qi Bai in his second year of high school. At the beginning, he just uploaded some of his own practice works, and then gradually someone asked him to ask for a draft...

In the past six or seven years, Qi Bai's account has grown to several million fans, and he is a well-known painting blogger in the circle.

After the popularity of the account rose, more and more cooperation came to the door. If he didn't buy a house, Qi Bai could live well with the income from commercial manuscripts.

In the past two years, Qi Bai's focus has been on his studio, and he rarely accepts private manuscripts, so when he invites manuscripts to be posted on the blog, many people seek him out for comments and private messages, and three benefactor fathers were quickly finalized.

When drafting the draft, Qi Bai received a sudden message from Jiang Yi, a blushing little yellow round face.

Qi Bai glanced at the time, and replied: Have you finished reading what I sent you earlier?

【Craftsman】:? ? ?

[Qi Baishi divides the white]: Don't pretend, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and look for me, isn't it because you want to watch something interesting late at night?

Jiang Yi: ... As expected of you, you got the right guess!

Being punctured by Qi Bai, Jiang Yi's face turned hot: I'm using it for study, you don't understand.

Qi Bai didn't listen to Jiang Yi's sophistry, opened the network disk, dragged a few compressed files and sent them to him.

[Qi Baishi divides white]: Everyone is an adult, I understand, but I kindly advise you, you are already a canary person, take it easy.

Qi Bai and Jiang Yi are the same age, but they are different from Jiang Yi who lived for more than [-] years and realized that he may be a crook after a night of absurdity. Qi Bai realized that his sexual orientation was a minority in middle school, so these Years of exploration have accumulated a lot of 'wealth'.

Qi Bai sent several compressed packages, even the titles are extremely exciting, and Jiang Yi sighed that he was not as good as he was on the road of pornography.

Ever since he got a canary taller than himself, he would always ask Qi Bai for advice when he encountered any problems.

If he hadn't known that Qi Bai was single for thousands of years, Jiang Yi would have suspected that he was an experienced driver.

[Crafter]: Master of theory, you deserve to be the one!

Qi Bai casually sent back a little yellow round face wearing sunglasses, and reminded the other party in a friendly way - don't decompress online.

Otherwise you will become unlucky.

Mr. Jiang, a novice driver, said that he had learned it. He made a voice call to Qi Bai while downloading the compressed package, and finally talked about his fake boyfriend:

"I've thought about it for the past few days. You are worried that finding a fake boyfriend will irritate Zhao Yuankai, but you can't stop dating for the rest of your life because of Zhao Yuankai's paranoia, right?"

Qi Bai quickly started drafting in his hand, and said in a casual tone, "If you don't want to talk about it, let it be."

Jiang Yi believed that he should not give up eating because of choking, seeing Qi Bai's negative attitude, worried that Zhao Yuankai's procrastination would cause him a psychological shadow, and tried to persuade:

"Fake boyfriend once and for all, I'll find someone for you, why don't you give it a try? Anyway, I have an idea. If it doesn't work then, we'll think of another way."

Some time ago, after knowing that Zhao Yuankai was still pestering Qi Bai, Jiang Yi spent money to give the other party a set meal of "I'll kill you" to make him quiet for a while.

But now Zhao Yuankai came with a different number, and it didn't work to 'call you to death'.

Qi Bai was unmoved, Jiang Yi became anxious: "As long as you let go, there are many people who are willing to act with you. Do you know how many people outside want to find opportunities to get close to you?!"

Even if they knew that they were pretending to be boyfriends, Qi Bai's suitors would be happy with it.

Qi Bai: "...my master sells his art, not his body."

"..." Jiang Yi choked, and opened his mouth to speak, but as if thinking of something, he changed the subject:

"Since you're not happy, forget it, but are you free this weekend?"

Jiang Yi said that it had been a long time since I had an appointment for dinner, and besides the two of them, there were a few friends, Qi Bai thought it was boring to stay at home, so he was straightforward:

"can."

***

On Saturday, it rained lightly in Nanfeng City, and it was slightly cool.

It was a little cold to wear only a sweater, Qi Bai turned around and added a thin coat, and Jiang Yi called as soon as he left, asking where he was and if he wanted to come pick him up.

Qi Bai, who was waiting for the bus, was speechless for a while: "You made three phone calls in less than an hour, are you so afraid that I will let you go?"

Jiang Yi complained: "It's not like you have no criminal record."

When the studio first opened, there were many and complicated things, Qi Bai did release Jiang Yi a few times, although it was a last resort, it was ultimately a mistake.

The taxi stopped slowly in front of him, and Qi Bai raised his eyebrows: "I will definitely be there in 10 minutes."

After getting off the car at the place, Qi Bai found out that Jiang Yi had chosen a Chinese restaurant. When he entered the lobby, he saw the antique decoration inside, which was different from Jiang Yi's previous aesthetics.

With Canary, it is different, and the taste of choosing a restaurant has changed.

The waiter led Qi Bai upstairs to the box. There were already two people sitting in the box, one was Jiang Yi, and the other was Jiang Yi's canary—Yu Qinchuan.

It wasn't the first time Qi Bai met Yu Qinchuan. After greeting each other, he sat down. He asked casually, "There are just three of us?"

Jiang Yi poured him a cup of tea, and smiled: "There is one more that hasn't arrived yet."

Yu Qinchuan, who was taken care of by Jiang Yi, glanced at the teacup in Qi Bai's hand calmly, and smiled at him:

"He'll be there soon, wait another five minutes and 30 seconds at most."

"Five minutes and 30 seconds?" Qi Bai was amused: "Why are there still parts and wholes?"

"You don't know." Jiang Yi took a sip of water and explained calmly: "The person who will come later is very punctual and never late. Every time we meet, he arrives 5 minutes earlier, and the time is almost accurate to the second."

"Accurate to the second?" Qi Bai was taken aback when he heard the words, obviously not believing: "Is it true?"

It's normal to be on time once or twice, but if it's so punctual every time, it's accurate to the second...

This friend, don't be an alarm clock, can you?

Jiang Yi pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "We agreed on 11:30, now it's [-]:[-], if you don't believe me, watch it yourself."

Facts speak louder than words.

Qi Bai really didn't believe that anyone in the world could be so punctual. Seeing Jiang Yi and Yu Qinchuan's determined looks, he got up hesitantly and opened the door to check. After confirming that there was no one outside the box, he nodded readily:

"Row."

He still didn't believe it.

21, 22, 23... The minute hand went round and round, and when the minute hand passed '12' again, Qi Bai unconsciously held his breath:

It's time!

"Knock, knock, knock."

Before Qi Bai raised his breath, there were three regular knocks on the door.

Qi Bai: "?"

Really stuck?

Before Qi Bai could react, the next second, the door of the box was gently pushed open from the outside. From the angle of Qi Bai's sitting position, the first thing that came into view was a hand.

A slender, well-proportioned, slightly familiar hand.