Sacrifice of evil god

Song Zhiyu, as a high-level academic talent, originally received a lot of allowances, but Qi Yue heard that his family was poor, and the little money he had was saved and sent back to his hometown, so naturally he could only ride a second-hand broken car.He also lives in the school like Qi Yue, but he still takes the same route every day.

Qi Yue is not a fool, he can see Teacher Song's unusual feelings for him.But his whole life is destined to repay Tie's love debt, how could he have the heart to think about, or even respond to other people's delusions?

Although Song Zhiyu was thin and thin, Qi Yue was carried on the back seat of the bicycle, which gave him infinite strength like a marathon runner.He pedaled hard, sweating and panting, while still not forgetting to chat with Qi Yue: "Mr. Qi, what hobbies do you have on weekdays?"

All Qi Yue thought about was that after class, he would go to the school supermarket to buy some ingredients and cook a delicious meal for Tie back home.So much so that Mr. Song was riding like a breeze, and his words fell on Qi Yue's ears.

"... Teacher Qi?"

"Huh? Ah?" Qi Yue finally came to his senses, "What did you just say? I'm sorry I didn't hear."

Song Zhiyu repeated it without hesitation: "I said, besides academic research, do you have any other hobbies?" The meaning of this is obvious. If Qi Yue is talking about running and playing, or even climbing Mount Everest , Song Zhiyu could cheekily say: "It's such a coincidence, I like it too! Let's go together."

But as soon as his words fell into Qi Yue's ears, the beauty in the back seat looked like a young girl in love again, with a slight smile on her face, and she began to look forward to the day when she could tame that tyrannical evil god It became a docile domestic cat, and the two curled up on the sofa, watching TV together and talking about the warm scene of love.

To be honest, Qi Yue in the past really didn't have any hobbies, but now that he has recovered the memories of his previous life, he recalled the scenes of warmth that happened in the past, and the regret of not being able to hold hands with that person in his previous life. Tie infinite lingering affectionate.Thinking of this, he wished he didn't even have class, just fast-forwarded, skipped the entire day, and went back to their little nest.

So Qi Yue thoughtfully replied: "Hobbies... let's keep pets."

Song Zhiyu obviously didn't expect Qi Yue to answer like this, and the prepared "me too" stuck in his throat.In his mind, he imagined Qi Yue hugging the cat, with his chin pressed into the soft fur, lovingly stroking the cat's ears.The more I think about it, the more cute this person becomes, as if a pink filter is automatically cast in my mind.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Qi, who usually looks aloof and desolate, has an unknown gentle side.In fact, Song Zhiyu fell in love with Mr. Qi first because he liked men, and Mr. Qi's appearance happened to be the type he dreamed of; but more importantly, he regarded Qi Yue as a type of person wishful thinking and identified the two Both belong to the type without friends, so we should cherish each other.

But after this question, Song Zhiyu felt more and more that his ride was worthwhile, even if he was a little tired, at least he got important information.He silently decided in his heart, first ask Qi Yue what pet is, and next time he must surprise her and bring the pet's favorite things, such as catnip, dried fish, etc. to visit her.

After thinking it over, Song Zhiyu said, "Look at Teacher Qi, you don't seem like a pug that likes to circle your legs, right? You can't be, the one that female students often talk about...then what's a cat? Slave?"

"Pfft", Qi Yue let out a chuckle, but the person in the front seat who was pedaling the bicycle profusely in sweat couldn't hear it.Song Zhiyu said that he didn't like clingy pugs, so why did he commit the crime knowingly?But Qi Yue thought of herself and Tie again. Maybe he was just such a humble image in front of Tie?I have to sigh that the things in this world are nothing more than a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer.

He said: "Slave, to a certain extent, I am indeed a slave. However, I do not raise a cat. It is a very rare creature with a bad temper and a certain degree of danger. But serving him , I am willing."

Song Zhiyu was confused by him, and wanted to ask more questions, but Qi Yue's text message rang.

Qi Yue said: "I'm sorry I won't talk for now, I'll send you a text message." He was eager to find an excuse to block Song Zhiyu's mouth.

Song Zhiyu wisely didn't ask any more questions.He thought to himself, what exactly is he raising? After he and Qi Yue get acquainted, he will take a chance and ask to borrow academic books and come over to have a look, won't he know?

The text message Qi Yue received was from Lance.Dr. Lan asked: "Mr. Qi, I'm really sorry to bother you so soon. But Qi Mo's condition is still very bad. I was really worried, so I took the liberty to ask you. I don't know where Mr. Qi is. Is there any further thinking result?"

Qi Yue was a little sweaty, he agreed to Lance, and wanted to go back and "consider it carefully", but he just called Tao Tie back last night, and he was in heat, and with so many memories flooding back at once, his head was overloaded It was generally heavy, and then it was tormented by lust and excruciating pain. When he woke up, Tie had already disappeared, and even if he wanted to ask, it was too late.

Qi Yue replied "Not yet" to Lance, thought for a while, and added "but I will try my best".After all, from now on, he can empathize with the feeling of loving someone.

After clicking the send button, I happened to arrive at the downstairs of the liberal arts teaching building.Qi Yue jumped off the back seat lightly, said "thank you" to Song Zhiyu, and entered the corridor without looking back.

Teacher Song's expression was a bit embarrassing with "a hot face with a cold butt", but he thought about it, at least let Teacher Qi take his car today, which is considered a leap forward across the century.

When he touched the soft pillow in the back seat with his hand, he could still feel the lingering warmth from Qi Yue's perky buttocks, Song Zhiyu silently sighed contentedly.