The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

There were constant knocks on the door, and Meng Qinglang got up reluctantly to open the door.

Zhang Li looked him up and down: "I see that your complexion is not very good, are you sick?"

Sure enough, Meng Qingbin saw the blood in his mouth, Meng Qinglang glanced at the milk: "I don't drink this, is there anything else?"

"Oh no……"

Meng Qinglang closed the door with a "bang", returned to the bed and continued to lie down. Footsteps sounded at the door after a while. He curled up sideways against the wall, which could relieve stomach discomfort.

Meng Qinglang thought of a lot of ways to drive them out, whether it was through judicial procedures or private means, the first thing he needed was time. He didn't have time, and he wasn't sure if he could come back next time.Second, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Li's family has indeed raised him, and the neighbors will only think that he is a white-eyed wolf.

Meng Qinglang didn't care too much about other people's comments, but he didn't want his parents to be brought along when others mentioned the white-eyed wolf.

Meng Qinglang tossed and turned all night, feeling uncomfortable, and fell asleep drowsily in the morning, and was awakened by the beeping sound of the mobile phone after a while.

It's all Xi Yan's information.

"I can check the grades, how much did you take?"

"answer."

"Going to work again?"

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Tell me back."

There were more than a dozen long-winded messages, Meng Qinglang lay on his side and tapped his phone to reply: "I haven't gotten up yet."

In less than a second, I received a reply: "Go downstairs and treat you to breakfast."

Meng Qinglang didn't want to move. He checked that the time was already 09:30, thought about it and said "wait", got up, changed clothes and went downstairs.

Xi Yan waited for him downstairs kicking stones, and asked "how many points did you score" when he saw his first sentence.

"No check."

Xi Yan glanced at him carefully, the kiss last night seemed to have never happened at all, only Xi Yan was embarrassed because the relationship between the two did not break down, and at the same time he was happy for Meng Qinglang. The memory is angry, and the heart is extremely tangled.

The two went to a nearby breakfast shop. Xi Yan asked for soy milk and fried dough sticks. Meng Qinglang didn't dare to eat these, so he asked for a piece of millet porridge. check points.

The result was exactly as Meng Qinglang thought, [-] points higher than the first line, a moderate score, a bit embarrassing.

Xi Yan felt sorry for him: "If you hadn't studied for another year, if you hadn't had an accident, you would have passed the art test this year."

Meng Qinglang took a sip of porridge, feeling warm in his stomach. He shook his head. Even if he passed the exam this year, it is impossible for him to go to school in his current situation, unless he saves enough life to not have to do tasks for a long time.

"I plan to apply to Jinghua University."

Xi Yan almost spit out soy milk. Jinghua University is the best school in the country and one of Xi Yan's goals, but Meng Qinglang's grades...

"Have you decided to repeat?"

Meng Qinglang picked up a steamed stuffed bun: "No, your grades are good enough in Jinghua, I can't get into the dance academy anyway, so I might as well fulfill your wish and go to a school."

"You are because of me..." Xi Yan's face turned red with the naked eye, and the eyes that usually fell wantonly on Meng Qinglang began to dodge, and the whole person sat on the chair in a retracted posture, recalling his words, already He made up all kinds of coquettish tones of "I want to be with you", no wonder he pretended not to remember the kiss last night, maybe he was shy...

"Actually, I like you too..."

"Huh?" Meng Qinglang looked at him with the bun in his mouth.

"Last night we were not...that..." Xi Yan looked away, and suddenly patted the table lightly, "Anyway, in a word, I like you, and you like me too, we can be together."

Meng Qinglang's steamed stuffed bun fell into the porridge and a table of millet grains collapsed.

#The brother who has been together for many years suddenly confesses that he likes him, how should he answer? #There is no way to post immediately asking for a reply, but in a hurry, Meng Qinglang can only look back with shocked eyes.

Xi Yan panicked. He seemed to have misunderstood something. In his panic, he had an quick wit: "Do you want another bowl of millet porridge?"

"Well... okay..."

The surroundings of the table became quiet, and the two of them realized at the age of eight that now, having eaten the same bowl of rice, drank the same glass of water, and covered themselves with the same quilt, Meng Qinglang never thought that they would have an embarrassing moment.

Xi Yan seems to be sincere.

As an adult, Meng Qinglang took a sip of the newly served millet porridge and said flatly, "We are not suitable."

Xi Yan's shoulders drooped quickly, his whole body withered, and he yelled in grievance: "Meng Qinglang, you scumbag!"

The weird eyes around them were focused on the two of them, Xi Yan was immersed in his own world and self-shielding, Meng Qinglang couldn't take it anymore, he took two mouthfuls of porridge and dragged Xi Yan away.

The two walked side by side on the street, the atmosphere was weird, Xi Yan seemed to be angry.

Meng Qinglang always thought it was amazing that the two could become friends. They were completely opposite people.

He started to learn to save money to make money when he was very young. He seemed to be able to say a few words to anyone, but in reality he was cautious and would never say the third sentence. Xi Yan was different. He was the little emperor who was loved by everyone at home, and he developed a flamboyant personality. Personality, what you say and do depends on your mood.

He squeezed out all the time from his part-time job to study and dance, and he has tried his best to achieve his current grades. Whether Xi Yan does homework or not depends on his mood, and he goes to play after class, but he is always in the top three of the grade.

A person like Xi Yan is like a proud son of heaven. If it wasn't for his bad temper, he wouldn't be able to be his friend. In fact, since junior high school, Xi Yan's bad temper has become a sign of "handsome" and "cool". Good, good-looking, good grades, good at playing, and attracted a group of little girls screaming around.

Because they are not in the same class, and because he is too busy working, there are still others around Xi Yan, but maybe they are used to it, or maybe they live close to each other, the two of them are still the friends who are most tired of being together.

But they are indeed completely opposite people, and he will not be too accommodating to Xi Yan, just like now, Xi Yan is angry because his liking has not been responded to, he expected Xi Yan's reaction, but it will not change because of it What.

He attributed this "fate" to "the arrangement of the school". There are many passers-by in a person's life, and at that time, they will fade away, and finally the song will end.

Xi Yan didn't speak, Meng Qinglang turned his attention to the system interface, he just noticed that the map in the upper left corner was densely marked with various shades of yellow dots, along the direction, you can always see a Ghosts of various forms of death drifted past.

Concentrate on the yellow dots, and soon the introductions of various ghosts will appear, such as the time of death, the cause of death, and what evil things they did after death. The darker the color, the more evil things they did. Most of them are at the first level, and occasionally there are a few second-level ones.

When the color reaches orange, there will be an extra reward on the introduction page, a merit point (starting the merit system).

Not a quest, but rewarded?

Meng Qinglang clicked on the task and looked at it. The rewards were energy points and capsules. There was a simple shopping mall in the lower right corner of the backpack. When he clicked on it, there were only Mengpo soup powder capsules and rationalization capsules.

The original price is 10, and the novice discount price is [-] energy value. There is a countdown next to it, and there are about [-] hours left.

An energy value is a day's lifespan, and merit points may also be another way to exchange life. After all, it has appeared in the system and is always useful. Meng Qinglang hesitated.

Meng Qinglang glanced at the countdown to the preferential price.

In one day, as long as he hurry up, he will still have time to finish the new task in the remaining time. With itchy hands, Meng Qinglang bought a capsule of Meng Po soup powder.

Watching the countdown in the upper right corner turn into 4:..., Meng Qinglang's distressed hands were shaking, and he had to hurry up, Meng Qinglang stopped and said to Xi Yan: "I have something to do, you should go back first."

Xi Yan frowned, and almost wrote "I'm not happy" on his face: "Every time I say something, why don't you have something else to say to me?"

"Well, no."

Xi Yan looked at him for a while, then strode away with an angry "hum".

This is not the first time they have quarreled in this way. Meng Qinglang didn't say anything. When he was far away, he turned to another direction. He took a fancy to a first-level soul with an orange mark. Scary at midnight.

I have to say that this ghost looks quite scary. Under the shade, it leans against a street tree, its neck is twisted strangely, its eyes are slowly crossed with its left hand, its broken right foot touches its left leg to tickle, and its right arm Perhaps because of the fracture, it is much longer than the left arm, and its head slowly turns with the passing pedestrians, as if looking for a suitable prey.

Meng Qinglang bent over to search around on the lawn not far away, and finally found a small piece of dried fish that was already black and smelly in the corner.

The author has something to say: Thank you "Zhao Liu" for the nutrient solution~