Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Everyone made such a fuss that it was almost impossible to attend the second class.

Although the sound of the radio was under control, there was no upper limit to the volume of the children, especially since they were having a fun sports meeting. The screams kept coming and going, as if a bomb had been dropped on a chicken farm.

The spirit of the English teacher on the stage has obviously been fully destroyed in the first class. She taught in the usual tone amidst the crowing of chickens, with a look of self-deprecation.

Compared with No. [-] Middle School, which is flying around like dogs and dogs, it will also have a holiday in two days, and the learning atmosphere in No. [-] High School is much better.

Lou Ying, played by 089, is sitting in the middle of the third row of the classroom, the best position in the class.

He lowered his head, and used a thin needle to lightly carve something on something. His movements and expressions were leisurely, and he rarely focused as usual, which attracted the frequent attention of the math teacher.

Lou Ying is almost the star of hope in the teaching career of all No. [-] high school teachers. Every teacher secretly hopes to add luster to their career resume with this rare student in the future.The day before yesterday he asked for leave suddenly because of his bad mental state, which had already caused a small disturbance in the teaching group. Today he came to class again with great difficulty, but he was still absent-minded. The teacher saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. I deliberately picked a function problem that was slightly more difficult than the normal level, and asked the students to come up and do the calculation.

He tapped on the blackboard: "Lou Ying, come up."

089 raised his head in doubt: "Huh?"

Seeing his uncharacteristically laziness, the math teacher felt a little overwhelmed, so he had to repeat his request: "Come up here as a demonstration and solve this problem for everyone."

089 slowly stepped onto the podium, revisited the questions that the teacher had just read, and then began to write down the solution steps in an orderly manner.

The chalk rubbed against the blackboard, sifting fine dust along the way.

After solving the beginning, he took the blackboard eraser and erased all the content he had just written.

His previous answer ideas and steps were completely correct. The teacher felt relieved seeing that Lou Ying was still the same Lou Ying. Seeing that he erased the written answer again, he couldn't help being surprised: "Hey..."

089 turned his head: "I thought of a simpler method."

It is possible to write at least five steps less than the deduction process just now.

After completing the answering process, he returned to his seat under the envious eyes of his classmates and continued to do his private work.

When he first entered the system, 089 was assigned by the main god to be in charge of drawing lots, and he was not allowed to participate in field work.

One of the most important reasons is that 089 cares too much about his personal life and ideals, and never minds what other people think of him, so the first impression he gives people is that he is stupid, as if he can be easily manipulated and controlled. Put it in an important position that is convenient for the Lord God to move.

Not to mention that the main god made a mistake in his judgment, even 089's parents once regarded him as an unintelligent child.

…until getting his report card for the first time.

When I was young, when I wrote essays and talked about my future ideals, other children wrote that I wanted to be a policeman or a scientist, but 089 wrote that my lifelong dream is to be someone else’s father.

This article was read by the Chinese teacher as a joke throughout the grades.

When we were young, when we joked with each other, we always competed to be the father. When we grew up, we understood the weight of the word "father" and understood the proper relationship between people, so we naturally forgot the absurdity of our youth.

But 089 never forgot.

Ten years later, 089 Ji Feihong became the only one in the class who realized his dream.

No one thinks that a person with a score of 700 in the college entrance examination and close to full marks in mathematics and physics should apply for a kindergarten teacher major, but Ji Feihong did.

He passed the kindergarten teacher certificate and returned to his family's orphanage.

He is the father of all the children here, and he can make them have a warm and comfortable home again.

At the age of 24, Ji Feihong died in a car accident.

Since then, he has a new home in another place.

Actually, it was Chi Xiaochi who wanted to go wrong this time.

In this world, 089 was not sent by the Lord God, but after he heard that 061 had come to a parallel world, he volunteered to take over on his own initiative.

He has one important thing to do.

When the bell rang for the end of the second period, many students seized the time and threw themselves on the table to catch up on sleep, while 089 stood up and entered the cubicle of the men's restroom.

After making sure to lock the door, 089 closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already transferred himself into a room that he was all too familiar with.

Because there are very few sundries, the room looks quite empty and clean. Only the built-in bookcase surrounded by three sides and at least a thousand private books displayed on it make this place look a little different.

089 stood in the room and glanced at his watch.

Because the teacher procrastinated the class for 2 minutes, he was full of calculations, and now he only has 7 minutes of recess time, and because of quality problems, he can't always occupy the bathroom and affect other people's normal physiological needs.

Therefore, he only has 3 minutes to complete what he wants to do.

...However, for him, 3 minutes is enough.

Sure enough, after a while, familiar footsteps came from outside.

089 is not mistaken.

At this moment when he was still alive, he should have just finished teaching the second class, let the bear children go out to play, and he would go back to the room to eat some snacks as usual to replenish his energy.

In the next second, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

The Ji Feihong of this world stood at the door, looking at 089 who was wearing Lou Ying's skin.

Ji Feihong took a step back, confirmed that this was indeed his bedroom, and then asked the young student in front of him, "...are you?"

089 went straight to the point: "Do you want to go abroad?"

Ji Feihong: "Huh?"

089: "If you go abroad and find someone, you may save his life. Are you going?"

Ji Feihong scratched his hair: "Is this some kind of prank game?"

089 repeated his own question: "Will you go?"

Ji Feihong straightened his face slightly: "Seriously?"

089: "Yes, seriously."

Ji Feihong nodded without hesitation: "Of course I will."

089 handed over the note paper he had prepared: "I have written all the relevant things on it. He lives in Eastern Europe, Kiev Oblast, Ukraine. There is a tree-lined avenue near the most famous St. Andrew's Church, His family lives at No. 66, Bodil Street, at the end of East Boulevard. His mother is of Chinese descent, and his Chinese is very good, so there is no need to worry about communication barriers. His full name is Zhuang Changting, and his English name is Ruian, Zhuang Ruian, 27 years old .When you get there, you only need to ask him to know where he is."

"...He is a good-looking person." When the name of the person was mentioned, 089's voice unconsciously softened, "White hair, white eyelashes, it's just that the eyes are not good, and he has congenital heart disease. You have to remind He, on September 9 next year, must be hospitalized and observed carefully for three days without leaving. He died in the early morning of September 8. Remember?"

Ji Feihong looked at the note in his hand: "Remember it. Then how can I convince him that I'm telling the truth?"

089: "That's your business."

Ji Feihong said cheerfully, "OK."

089: "Thank you."

"Can you tell me who you are?" Ji Feihong held the note in his palm, "Time traveler? Or a person from the future?"

089 stopped explaining, seized the last bit of time, and informed him of another most important thing: "And you, remember not to drive out around the end of August next year. Even if you must drive, be careful of tired drivers .”

The three minutes he had reserved for himself quickly ran out.

089 pushed open the door of the bathroom, and just returned to the classroom to sit down, when 061 sent three handover signals within half a minute from the main god space.

089 smiled.

The last time I saw 61 being so impatient was when he first figured out his feelings for Chi Xiaochi before formatting.

He hit the handover button.

In the next second, 089 changed back into his white coat and black trousers work clothes, and stood at the junction of the Lord God's space.

Taking advantage of this time of handover, the two quickly exchanged the existing information.

"Have you received the award?"

"Yeah. Have you seen Ji Feihong from that world?"

"Just finished it, everything that needs to be explained has been explained. It took 3 minutes."

"3 minutes?" Lou Ying was a little surprised, "Did you teleport it back and forth in front of him?"

"Hmm."

"...Aren't you afraid that your sudden disappearance will scare him?"

"No. Nothing scares me."

"Are you sure he will go?"

"If it were me, I would definitely go."

"So confident?"

"of course."

089's tone is as confident as ever.

Sometimes, this kind of overconfidence makes people want to beat him up, but sometimes, it makes him exude an indescribable charm.

089 said: "...I myself, I know."

Lou Ying patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm leaving soon." 089 said, "Recently, Brainstorm is probably trying to squeeze me hard, and I have arranged a lot of substitute tasks for me. I still have more than 200 tasks that are about to end, and I don't know if I will be here. When will it be teleported? I didn't expect that before I left, I could do something good for me and 23 in another world, it's not a loss."

Lou Ying raised her eyes, and found that the time was almost up, and the forced teleportation was about to start. Just as she was about to say goodbye, 089 grabbed his wrist.

He said softly: "I also brought some gifts for my daughter-in-law. Dad is poor and has nothing to give. The things are put in the warehouse of the two of you. Don't steal them."

At the same time, Chi Xiaochi's teacher gave up resistance amidst the laughter of the children next door and chose to let them study by themselves.

And Chi Xiaochi also found an extra item in his warehouse.

He counted everything in the warehouse, and suddenly there was an extra item, which was naturally eye-catching.

Chi Xiaochi poked around and found that it was a bag of Mimi Shrimp Crackers with a more eye-catching note on it: "For my dear daughter-in-law".

Chi Xiaochi tore up the note, took out the shrimp sticks, and shook the bag gently.

There was a rattling sound of snacks inside.

The deskmate was not in the mood to study, his eyes glanced at the noise, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "You actually have such a good thing? Come on, confiscated."

Chi Xiaochi said: "In 82."

At the same table: "The ones from the year of the founding of the People's Republic of China must also be confiscated."

Chi Xiaochi: "Open your hand, I'll give you points."

Deskmate: "Look at your stinginess."

Chi Xiaochi: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

At the same table: "Dad."

While joking with his tablemate, Chi Xiaochi put his hand into the bag of shrimp crackers, and unexpectedly touched an unusual hard object in the far corner.

He grabbed a small handful of shrimp crackers and distributed them to the same table, and the rest of the shrimp crackers to the front and back seats. In the end, he left himself an empty bag with only a few shrimp crackers, a small disk, and ten A few grains of rice.

It is rice, or crystal clear uncooked rice.

There are exquisite character carvings on the rice, and I don't know when 089 secretly figured out such a set of skills.

Chi Xiaochi put the rice carvings on the textbook and lowered his head to study.

"Previously, 61 was formatted to me before."

"At the beginning, 61 put this thing in a snack for me."

"I've kept it for such a long time, so it's time to return it to the original owner."

"32-digit password, not your or his initials."

"Quanpin Quanyin, Morse code, I have tried all existing password puzzle solving methods."

"Don't waste your time."

"It's not either of you two's birthday."

"It's not the deformation encryption of your birthday. I have tried any existing sequence encryption method."

"It's not your parents' birthday."

"It's not the file codes, student numbers and lucky numbers that appear in any of your lives."

"Not your movie initials."

"Not when you used to kiss people in movies."

"Not any number related to me and 23."

"I tried my best, and it's up to you to crack it."

"Eat it after reading it, I've sterilized it."

After reading it, Chi Xiaochi thought, 089 really tried his best.

Moreover, he probably thought that he would take the risk of entrusting such a thing to him because he was really about to leave the main god's space.

089 was even afraid that the main god would observe it, so he didn't dare to transfer it into his body in the form of data.

It wasn't until he held such a thing in his palm that Chi Xiaochi had a heavy sense of reality.

He had always thought that he was sober enough before, but he had never been splashed with cold water like this, leaving only bone-chilling coldness all over his body.

... He was really immersed in this world.

All around are the clicks of little hamsters.

Chi Xiaochi has no familiar friends, no junior high school and high school reunions, and for so many years, there is only one Lucas by his side.

The things around him belong to Chi Xiaochi, but they don't belong to Chi Xiaochi.

This feeling is really bad, reminding him of the distant past, the liar who told him to wait until three in the morning.

……

During that time, Chi Xiaochi was not very happy.

He has a perverted illegitimate meal.

At the beginning, I just received hundreds of roses, and letters filled with love and lip stains were sent to the company.

Later, a 10,000+ car parked in front of Chi Xiaochi's house. The car TV inside was playing Chi Xiaochi's movies, and the front and back seats were full of used condoms.

Chi Xiaochi called the police, but the police failed to arrest him.

The other party is a very experienced person who knows how to conceal his features and whereabouts, and the car he parked in front of Chi Xiaochi's house is also a stolen car.

The severity of the incident gradually escalated.

One day, Chi Xiaochi ate a small square thing wrapped in toilet paper in his takeaway.

When it was opened, there was a thin blade with unknown blood stains inside.

Inside the toilet paper were written four big dark red characters in blood: "Look at me."

Lucas was so frightened that he yelled and dragged Chi Xiaochi to do a physical examination, and sent the blade to be tested, for fear that the other party might have some infectious disease.

The test result came out, it was human blood. Fortunately, after testing, the possibility of an infectious disease was preliminarily ruled out, but the corresponding blood type could not be found in the current DNA library.

On the day the test results came out, the illegitimate fan sent a private message to Chi Xiaochi's Weibo with a trumpet.

"Is my blood delicious?"

"If you like it, I will make blood tofu next time and give it to you."

As a result, on the second day after sending these two messages, the police informed that the illegitimate fan had been arrested and beaten severely, and was being rescued in the ICU.

...was just a little short of dying on the spot.

Ever since the illegitimate meal appeared, Lucas slept with Chi Xiaochi every day, and spent so many days with him in fear. When he received this news, he felt elated, and repeatedly said that he would use his old man's relationship to sue that bastard to death, and let him He went in to pick up soap for half his life, and even frantically bought ten grapefruits for Chi Xiaochi, peeled them and took a bath.

As a result, just after Lucas left Chi Xiaochi's house, a private message on Weibo was sent: "Don't worry, he won't come again."

The private message stopped for about half an hour, as if he was hesitating.

Chi Xiaochi watched him type and then delete, delete and then type, and felt that this person was a bit funny.

Finally, his half-hour result was sent: "Don't be afraid."

Chi Xiaochi felt that this person was weird, so there must be more to come.

Sure enough, after that, he would talk to Chi Xiaochi every day.

Unlike the long paragraphs of small essays by fans, he just kept "in the process of typing", which made Chi Xiaochi feel that this person was probably the first time in his life to be a fan, young and funny.

Later, Chi Xiaochi couldn't bear it anymore, and asked him before going to bed one day: "What exactly do you want to input?"

There was a quick reply: "I want to say good night."

Chi Xiaochi: "Ah, I've said that, good night."

The person on the other side was probably afraid of disturbing him, so he stopped typing, but Chi Xiaochi couldn't stop typing, and kept looking at his phone.

For some reason, Chi Xiaochi always cared about him.

He even specially gave the other party a nickname called "typing".

During that time, he had just finished a movie, and for his safety, the announcements Lucas arranged for him were not too intensive. He rarely had some free time, so he simply used it to chat with interested netizens.

The other party seemed to be very busy, but as long as Chi Xiaochi replied to him, he would reply in seconds.

The relationship between the two didn't develop very deeply, but occasionally they would chat with each other.

The other party is a very measured person, with gentle words, and it can be seen that Chi Xiaochi is very cautious. He doesn't look like a fan who is eager to confess his love, and he doesn't look like a rascal. Rather, he seems to be making friends with an idol. of.

Chi Xiaochi didn't hate him.

So their accidental acquaintance lasted for two months.

Until that day, the other party sent a sapphire ring, saying that he planned to give it to his beloved.

That ring was top-notch in terms of design and fineness, and there was no harm except that it was outrageously expensive, and Chi Xiaochi couldn't help but feel a heartache to buy it.

To be honest, Chi Xiaochi really likes this ring.

"It's expensive," he said.

The other party said: "It's still affordable. Like it?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Ask me if I like to do something?"

The other party said: "I like it, I bought it for you."

Having experienced illegitimate meals, Chi Xiaochi was more than twice as sensitive to such things. After smelling something wrong, he resolutely stopped talking with him.

The other party also quickly realized that he had crossed the line, and hurriedly sent an apology: "I'm sorry, I was rude."

"I saw this ring today, I like it very much, and I want to send it to you."

"I shouldn't have said that."

Seeing his words, Chi Xiaochi felt indescribably upset, picked up his phone, and planned to blackmail the other party.

He's not capable of developing any kind of intimacy, and he shouldn't delay anyone or give anyone the illusion.

In the past two months, he has really lost his head.

The other party seemed to have noticed something, hurriedly edited a message, and sent it.

When Chi Xiaochi glanced at those four words from the corner of his eye, he was stunned.

"...I'm Lou Ying."

Chi Xiaochi exploded on the spot.

He typed a long paragraph of cursing in an instant, and just as he was about to send it, the next text message came: "When I was young, I told you that when my mother left, there was my brother or sister in her stomach. In order to comfort me, the management school borrowed the clothes of the girls from the dance team."

Chi Xiaochi was dumbfounded.

All his shrewdness evaporated out of thin air at that moment, and he typed blankly: "...how do you know?"

The other side said gently: "I am Lou Ying."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I don't believe it."

This sentence was repeated countless times by him that night.

The people over there are good-natured and talk about things that only he and Brother Lou know.

At the end, Chi Xiaochi said with tears, "I don't believe it."

The other party hesitated for a while, before making up his mind, he sent out an invitation in a gentlemanly way: "Do you have time this Sunday night at 07:30? The western restaurant on the TV tower, I'll wait for you."

From Tuesday to Sunday, Chi Xiaochi spent a long time digesting the news.

The other party refused to say what he had been doing these years, saying that it was a work secret that could not be disclosed, but he said that over the years, he often came back to see Xiaochi. He knew everything that happened to him and how hard he had worked.

These simple words were so sweet that Chi Xiaochi rolled all over the bed with his mobile phone in his arms.

As the day of meeting approached, Chi Xiaochi gradually became as happy as a child before a spring outing from being skeptical.

He booked the table three days in advance, pushed all the announcements, and called Lucas early in the morning on Sunday, asking him to advise him on what clothes to wear to the appointment today.

Lucas didn't know why Chi Xiaochi was so happy, but he really liked seeing Chi Xiaochi like this: "My baby looks good no matter what."

Chi Xiaochi was dissatisfied, and changed into a new school uniform, a sweater, and a white shirt, and finally chose a slim suit, in order to let Brother Lou see how good he is when he grows up.

At six o'clock on Sunday night, he arrived at the restaurant and got the reserved table.

His suit matched the color of the tablecloth and tableware perfectly.

On the table is Chi Xiaochi's long-ordered ox horn flower dotted with platycodon flowers, so fresh that there is still water dripping, perfect.

But these were not enough to satisfy Chi Xiaochi.

He repeatedly checked the position of his little bow tie, checked whether the red wine on the table was awake, and checked whether the cups and bowls were properly arranged.

He ordered napkins arranged in the shape of roses at first, but at [-]:[-] he called the waiter and replaced the roses with sailboats.

Seeing the minute hand slipping towards 07:30, Chi Xiaochi clenched his hands tightly, put his fists on his knees like a student, sat upright, and waited devoutly for his hope to come.