Bye Bye - Chapter 37

Every time the elevator goes up one floor, Ziababa’s thoughts become clearer. Qi Yiluo didn’t let him eat fresh dates to prevent him from hurting his throat, and pushed the bed upstairs because he was afraid that his ribs and tailbone would hurt.

This is all for his body.

Relatively speaking, Qi Yiliao did not make him suffer in this regard.

When Zibai thought so, the elevator door opened and the bed was stuck in the doorway, accompanied by Qi Yiliao’s voice: “Come down.”

Zizania’s eyes are round.

Qi Yiliao propped his hands on the head of the bed, looking down at him: “You have been lying down all the way, it’s time to get up and move around, lying down too much,” Qi Yiliao gathered the collar of his pajamas, “I won’t be able to get up .”

“…I just didn’t realize it.” Ziabai stood up slowly, “Thank you Dong Qi for taking care of me.”

Qi Yiliao walked out of the elevator: “Then be good.”

Jiaobai got out of bed with the help of the bedpost, the secrets of the Qi family, and the root of Qi Yiliao’s abnormality, are all here. He first took a look at the white cat to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then walked out of the elevator.

What caught his eye was…

Buddhist hall.

It is not magnificent, and it only occupies a small area, surrounded by large empty spaces and pale walls.

This creates a very weird feeling visually.

Jiao Bai’s footsteps stopped in front of the elevator, and he did not rush to catch up with Qi Yiliao.

There was an empty incense burner on the altar, clean and without incense.

Zizania moved his nose, but he didn’t smell any fragrance here.

A Buddhist hall was set up, but no incense was offered.

It seems to be used as a decoration.

Zizania quickly looked at the Buddhist hall, but whether it was the texture of the table, the sculpture on the top of the Buddhist hall, or the materials used for the futon, they were all very delicate and precious.

“This is the place where my mother used to chant sutras.” Qi Yiliao stood in the center of the Buddhist hall and bowed to a Buddha statue in the middle, “She doesn’t like any incense, but she believes in Buddhism. I keep the Buddhist hall , keep it as it is, it’s just a thought.”

“Oh, that’s it.” Ziobai responded absently. This was the first time in his two lives that he entered a private Buddhist hall, and he didn’t feel very comfortable. He felt that the little Buddha statues lined up in line were illuminated by the lights, and it was eerie. .

Xiao Ji and Jiang Yan must have come here too, I don’t know how they felt and what they did.

Ziao Bai rubbed the back of his sweaty neck: “Then what Dong Qi said, you want my help?”

Qi Yiliao: “Don’t worry.”

Zizania: “…”

Regarding Qi Yiliao’s life experience and growth background, there is no mention in the comics, and now Zibai is completely improvising.

Qi Yiliao waved: “Come here.”

Zizania moved closer.

Qi Yiluo glanced at his neck, with doubts and concern in his eyes: “Why are you sweating so much?”

Zizania is more than just sweating profusely, his heartbeat is also speeding up.

Hurry up old pervert, the knife is still the sword, come and deal with me quickly, let me die early and be reborn early.

Seeing Qi Yiliao’s idle posture of wanting to take a bath and change clothes before coming to play with him, Ziobai couldn’t wait to use his “court death” skill: “I’m sleepy, so I want to go to bed early.”

The smile in Qi Yiliao’s eyes disappeared in an instant, and he said softly, “Xiaobai is sleepy, well, let’s hurry up.”

Zizania’s heart thumped.

Qi Yiliao’s hobby is voice control, Xiao Ji made a mistake and got hurt on his back, but when he went downstairs, he could walk, move, and run, it didn’t look like it was tragic.

Jiang Yan said that as long as he did not make mistakes, he would not be punished.

This shows that although Qi Yiluo is perverted, he is not insane, and is still within controllable range.

Ziobai closed his eyes, calmed down, his voice was mediocre, and he promised not to make Qi Yiluo excited, but he still has the Great Compassion Mantra, if it doesn’t work, he pretends to be enchanted for a while.

“Actually, it’s not a very cumbersome thing, just read a few pages here,” Qi Yiliao smiled, and looked at Jiaobai kindly, “Xiaobai can do this, right?”

“Why are you reading it here…” Before Ziobai finished speaking, the book was handed to him.

“Start from page 32.” Qi Yiliao sat on the chair beside the altar, folded his legs, and raised his chin to him in a leisurely manner.

As soon as you turn a page, Zizania explodes on the spot, all in English, hand-copied version!

“Qi Dong, there are some uncommon words on it, I don’t know it.” Ziabai followed the student who was called up to answer the question, and he chose a sincere route to walk around, and change it if he couldn’t.

“It’s okay,” Qi Yiluo said warmly, “try to read it?”

Zibania squeezed out a smile: “Okay.”

Therefore, Qi Yiliao’s beautiful, ugly, fat and thin companion is used to read to him.

This is wanting to be a teacher, but because you have to bear the family’s life and death, you don’t take it, and you have a distorted obsession?

Anyway, tonight is just reading. This situation is much better than Zibazania imagined.

The hem of Jiaobai’s pajamas suddenly felt cold, and the cold air climbed up against his waistline. He shivered and looked down, feeling stupid.

Unknowingly, there was a ruler in Qi Yiliao’s hand, one end was in his palm, and the other end was on Zibania’s waist, and there was a pressing dissatisfaction between his brows.

“Xiaobai, you are too inattentive.”

Zizania’s back is sweating, it’s not a small leather whip, it’s not a candle, it’s a ruler, it’s ok, it’s Mr. Qi.

Play **** cosplay, huh? !

“Qi Dong, why are you making it look like you are in class?” Ziobai asked innocently and sweetly.

Qi Yiliao tilted his head, smiled kindly, and had scarlet eyes.

Ziobac stared at him for a few seconds, her hairs were upturned one by one, she couldn’t find out anything, so she wanted to read, and she had to read.

However, let’s forget about the hand-copied version. It’s still an old antique from who knows how many years ago. It looks like a child’s handwriting, a small ball, and many places are not clear.

Ha ha.

Zizania starts reading from the first line on page 32.

“erinaceous.” Qi Yiliao corrected her with a magnetic tone and eyes full of encouragement.

Zibazania followed suit and read it.

Qi Yiliao: “Wrong.”

Jiao Bai felt that the ruler against his waist was exerting force, and he hurriedly said, “I’ll try again!”

Qi Yiluo nodded and said in relief: “Don’t be nervous, it doesn’t matter if you make a mistake once.”

Zizania couldn’t laugh.

That is to say, if you make two mistakes, you will be admonished.

Zibazania tried to read that word again.

Qi Yiluo didn’t make a sound.

Zibai continued to read, but he got stuck after reading for a while.

There are really too many uncommon words, there are about a dozen or so on page 32 alone, and his vocabulary is not enough for a high school student.

Jiao Bai read the books that Jiang Yan sent when he was in Shangmingyuan, but because of Shen Ji messing around, he didn’t have time to memorize them.

Jiao Bai suddenly noticed that Qi Yiliao was staring at him, without blinking, expressionless face, straight lips, that really looks like a disappointed parent.

You can see his crumpled forehead even if you don’t get close, the hand holding the ruler is trying to restrain it, already trembling a little, and it will twitch wildly at any time.

“Qi Dong, I’ve tried it, but it doesn’t work.” Zizania’s soles softened, and he said embarrassedly, “My ability is very limited, so I can’t help you.”

Qi Yiliao murmured: “Can’t you?”

He tapped his forehead twice, leaned back, looked at the sculpture above his head, and smiled strangely: “No way.”

He was obviously smiling, but his face was trembling nervously.

Zia Bai quickly grabbed the ruler through the pajamas: “I feel like I can do it again!”

Qi Yiluo looked at him with a constant smile for a moment: “You can’t concentrate, you can’t calm down, how can you read it.”

As he spoke, Qi Yiliao brought the chair next to him to him: “Sit and read.”

Ziao Bai held the notebook and sat on it.

What is this called? In the middle of the night, reading the English handwritten version in the Buddhist hall. This admonition class is simply amazing.

Ziao Bai was really scared, he rarely became serious, his slightly rounded chin rested on the neckline of his pajamas, his clear and thick black eyelashes hung down, words popped out from his pale lips.

Qi Yiliao took out the ruler, held the end that touched the young man’s waistline between his fingers, and carelessly rubbed it.

The pronunciation of people who read is not standard, and it is also very jerky, ugly, and harsh.

But there are emotional fluctuations, floating in the middle of the words and sentences.

Qi Yiliao’s breath became unfathomably rough, his leg muscles under his trousers were twitching abnormally, his brows frowned, and after a few seconds, the wrinkle became a little tighter, and the Adam’s apple in the collar of his shirt quickly twitched. save up.

It seemed that he was enduring some extreme, inescapable pain.

Ziao Bai focused on the notebook, and when he came across an uncommon word, he held it back for a long time, but the ruler that he thought would fall did not move.

Qi Yiliao bowed his head, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

The white cat closed its eyes.

The thin wire strangled his **** neck, but its expression was very peaceful.

A “baby sleeping” look.

Zizania: “…”

what’s going on? Ziobai didn’t have the time to think carefully, and it wasn’t the right time to take the opportunity to investigate the third floor, so he wanted to withdraw.

But he just had this thought, and Qi Yiliao, who was sitting opposite him, opened his eyes with a strange hoarse voice: “Why stop?”

The ruler drew a hard line wrapped in evil spirit in midair.

Like a poisonous snake opening its mouth towards Zizania.

Ziao Bai wanted to hide, but he didn’t move because he was afraid that his ribs would be injured. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and the severe pain he expected did not hit.

After a suffocating second or two, Zia Bai’s eyelids opened a small slit, revealing an arm covered in a gray shirt.

When Qi Yiliao drew towards him, he blocked it with his hand.

I took a hit myself.

Ziabab looked at him blankly.

“If you don’t understand something, you can call me.” Qi Yiliao’s lips turned pale, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, the arm that was covering the ruler was trembling, and a long and thin dark watermark leaked from the shirt outside. There was a **** smell.

He stood up, dragged the long ruler on the ground for a short distance, and suddenly walked in front of Jiaobai, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand to get closer. He paused word by word, his breath was fishy and cold, but hot, “it’s not laziness.”

Qi Yilian’s eyes were full of distorted helplessness and anger.

But the white cat was crying at Zizania.

It took a long time for Zibai to blink, and from Qi Yiliao’s reaction, he could see how ruthless the blow was. If he was drawn, no matter where it was, his skin would be torn apart.

He couldn’t figure out what purpose Qi Yiliao was blocking, so he whipped himself.

Jiao Bai rubbed the book in his hand, the old pervert was about to lose control, he explained: “It’s not that I don’t want to read, it’s that my voice is hoarse.”

“Are you dumb?” Qi Yiliao leaned forward, “Let me see.”

The bamboo shoots are not open.

Qi Yiluo frowned: “Open your mouth.”

He didn’t suspect Ziabazania not to cooperate, as long as he opened his mouth, either a ruler would come in or Qi Yiliao’s fingers would come in.

“Xiaobai, if it’s Old Shen, he’ll grab your face and force you to open your jaw. If you can’t, he’ll just remove your jaw. I don’t like that kind of violence.”

The ruler in Qi Yiliao’s hand flicked up and down, and patted on Zibai’s throat, with embarrassment in his words, “So, please cooperate and don’t make me do things I don’t like.”

Jiao Bai changed back the flip-flops: “If I cooperate, won’t you hit me with a ruler?”

“Silly boy.”

Qi Yiliao got up, pressed his palms on the top of his hair, rubbed it twice, his eyes fell on those Buddha statues, his eyes were filled with indifference, nausea, and his stomach felt nauseated.

The next moment he laughed again: “Be good.”