Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan walked towards the classroom while yawning, and met Long Zhao when she was almost in the classroom.

"Morning, Teacher You." There were other students passing by, but Qing Huan still addressed the teacher honestly.

Long Zhao looked at Qing Huan for a while, then nodded and said, "Bai Qinghuan, come with me to the office."

"...Okay." Qing Huan was actually very reluctant.

Arriving at Long Zhao's office——

"Mr. You, what do you want from me?"

Long Zhao walked up to Qing Huan and lowered his head——Qing Huan took a step back, but was held down by Long Zhao, who sniffed Qing Huan, frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice, "What's on your body?" smell?"

Qing Huan raised her hand and sniffed, wondering: "It doesn't smell much..."

"Where did you go before? Who were you with?" Long Zhao looked at him expressionlessly.

"I..." Qing Huan thought about what happened last night, paused, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Long Zhao raised his chin, made him look directly at him, and said, "You smell like someone else... Do you think I will be indifferent?"

Qing Huan frowned and said, "I've already said that I don't have any smell."

Long Zhao said to himself: "This smell is a bit familiar...I really want to smell it..."

Qing Huan actually knew that he might be referring to Zhong Li's smell, but he said "familiar"... He and Zhong Li knew each other?Nope……

Long Zhao's hand touched the back of Qing Huan's head, as if he had touched something, and when he retracted it, there was a small piece of purple scale between his fingers - he stared at it for a while, with a little surprise in his expression: " Kirin?"

Qing Huan was taken aback: "What did you say? Kirin?"

"Purple unicorn..." Long Zhao said, "Purple unicorns are rare, but I know one..."

"You know?"

"But that one has long been sealed in the deep sea to be tortured..."

"what is his name?"

"Qikui." Long Zhao looked at Qing Huan: "Who exactly did you see? It shouldn't be him..."

Qing Huan thought to herself, that Qikui should be the mythical beast on the seabed that Zhao He talked about, the mythical beast that made a pact with Zhong Li...

"Why was that Qikui sealed in the deep sea to be tortured?"

"Breaking the rules of heaven." Long Zhao replied, "The time when I became a god was also the time when he was punished to the lower realm. I don't know the reason for his punishment."

When Qing Huan heard his words, she asked in confusion, "Fengshen? You didn't come from a fairy..."

Long Zhao glanced at him indifferently: "Now most of the priests are here for cultivating immortals and enshrining gods."

Qing Huan looked at his calm and breezy face, and became even more curious: "Then... what were you...before you became a god?"

"Can't remember."

"..."

Long Zhao straightened Qing Huan's face and stared at him: "Don't change the subject. Who is the person with you?"

"A friend of mine," Qing Huan said, "is someone you don't know anyway."

"Really?" Long Zhao chuckled lightly, "You have quite a lot of friends, I really want to meet them."

Qing Huan really couldn't stand the aggressive aura on his body, pushed him away, and took a step back: "If you want to see him, go see him yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

"As long as you are there," Long Zhao said with a smile, "I think we will see you soon."

"up to you……"

Although she said she didn't care, Qing Huan actually didn't want Long Zhao and Zhong Li to meet.

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Qing Huan couldn't concentrate very much during class that day - he was still thinking about what happened the night before.

Why did he kiss him at that time... This behavior of his will definitely make Zhong Li misunderstand, he originally had that kind of affection for himself, if he thought it was a sign of his acceptance...

Qing Huan really can't imagine.

Why did I kiss him at that moment... Could it be that the atmosphere at that time was too...

But thinking of Zhong Li's appearance last night, Qing Huan felt uncomfortable... What a fool...

Chen Ziran at the side glanced at Qing Huan from time to time, seeing him frowning in a daze—something must have happened last night—he knew something was wrong when Qing Huan and that strange man left, if he had known at that time, he would have followed passed.

When school was over, Chen Ziran knew some answers - because when he and Qing Huan left the school, they saw people waiting by the car - seventeen or eighteen years old, sunny and handsome, with a high-spirited look Feel.

"Zhong Li?" Qing Huan asked in surprise—how did he know that he was in this school...

"joyous."

Hearing Zhong Li's address, Chen Ziran's face turned cold: "Qing Huan, who is he?"

"He is... Zhong Li, my friend."

Only now did Qing Huan realize that it seemed inappropriate for Chen Ziran and Zhong Li to meet each other. These two...are people who have that kind of affection for her. What do they call..."rivals in love"?

When Zhong Li saw Chen Ziran who appeared side by side with Qing Huan, he instinctively disliked this person, but he chose to ignore him.

"Huan, go to my house, I will cook for you tonight."

"I……"

"Qing Huan, didn't you promise me to go to my house? My mother is already preparing meals." Of course Chen Ziran would not choose to remain silent at this time.

Chen Ziran and Zhong Li met each other's eyes, one was indifferent and the other was unruly, it really felt like thunder and lightning.

Qing Huan really doesn't like this kind of dilemma... But what he didn't expect, the more depressing thing is yet to come...

"Yo, it's so lively." A faint voice cut in.

Qing Huan yelled that it was not good, and turned her head to see the handsome Long Zhao in a suit and leather shoes.

Chen Ziran was still expressionless when he saw Long Zhao, and the smile on Zhong Li's face also disappeared.

"Teacher You." Qing Huan greeted, turned her head and immediately said to Chen Ziran and Zhong Li, "Why don't you find a place to chat first, let's go together." "Together" refers to Chen Ziran, Zhong Li and herself three people.

Then Chen Ziran and Zhong Li met immediately, and Qing Huan wanted to avoid Long Zhao—the first time Zhong Li saw Long Zhao, he was speculating about his identity, but now seeing Qing Huan so much, he was even more curious—who is it... …

However, Qing Huan's speed was not as fast as Long Zhao's. Long Zhao had already come over, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Student Bai, don't you want to introduce me? Your...friend?" Long Zhao looked at Zhong Li. It seems gentle, but there is a sharpness in it.

Before Qing Huan could speak, Zhong Li had already introduced himself generously: "Hi, I'm Zhong Li, Huan's...good friend." Zhong Li emphasized the "good" tone.

"That's a friend." Long Zhao's hand on Qing Huan's shoulder increased strength, and he asked softly, "Is that right, Classmate Bai?"

Qing Huan: "..."

Why does he always have to be in this situation?