Chapter 71: The Little Master of the Apocalypse (Yu Hui) 18 Teaching
"This, and this, take them home."
In a supermarket that was in a mess, not sure if it was caused by zombies or survivors, a slim and graceful figure was lying on the back of a tall young man, chirping like a cute little bird standing on a branch.
Song Qingqing was very accustomed to and naturally instructed Ye Si, who was carrying her on his back, to put the snacks and daily necessities she wanted into the box placed beside his legs. She was reluctant to leave anything behind. Anyway, Ye Si, who had turned into a zombie, was very strong, so she was not afraid of tiring him out at all.
And most importantly! Ye Si was very happy! He was even reluctant to let me take it. As long as... he was given enough rewards, he would be super obedient.
Although Song Qingqing really wanted to use tricks to avoid this reward, for some reason Ye Si seemed to have no interest in anything else, but was extremely obsessed with this one, and Song Qingqing could not deceive him at all.
When he caught the word "home", the handsome zombie youth stopped moving and happened to stop in front of a row of shelves filled with lemon-scented shower gels. He repeated the word that Song Qingqing had just said.
"Home?"
Song Qingqing, lying on his lean and powerful back, didn't quite hear what he said. She blinked in confusion, seemingly unaware of why Ye Si had stopped. "Big Melon, what's wrong with you?"
When calling Ye Si "Big Gua", Song Qingqing did not dare to call him loudly, and chose to call him in a soft voice. This was the new name she gave to Ye Si. In fact, it was originally "Big Fool". However, Song Qingqing was brave but timid. She was afraid that Ye Si would eat her alive after recovering his memory, so she quietly removed the word "Fool".
When Ye Si asked her what "Dagua" meant, Song Qingqing, feeling extremely guilty, told him confidently that it was a nickname for the person she liked, and it was a very cute name.
Ye Si had now been taught by Song Qingqing to the point where he could speak some simple words. Seeing that Song Qingqing didn't hear what he said clearly, he asked in confusion, "What is home?"
Song Qingqing pondered for a while, then she stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Ye Si's neck, and leaned on his shoulder, her coquettish gesture easily making people's hearts flutter. She even leaned close to Ye Si's cold ear and whispered softly, "Home? Well, home is where you and I live together."
The girl's voice beside his ear was sweet and soft, like a marshmallow soaked in sugar water, which made his heart soften. Ye Si couldn't help but think of the girl's peaceful sleeping face when she curled up in his arms and fell asleep, with her long and thick eyelashes gently drooping. He liked the meaning of this word, and he also liked to see her timid and tearful look when she was bullied by him.
Ye Si held the girl steady in his hands, put the lemon-scented shower gel she had just wanted into the box, and whispered, "Home... I like it."
So, she couldn't leave. If she left, he would have no home.
The sky gradually darkened. Song Qingqing walked out of the bathroom barefoot with her long hair still dripping with water. As usual, she sat on the stool and swung her legs, waiting for Ye Si to dry her hair. But strangely, he did not appear behind her immediately as usual. She looked up in confusion, only to see a figure standing quietly by the window in the dim light.
The figure from behind was Ye Si, but he looked a little strange.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you going to help me wipe my hair?"
Song Qingqing's voice came from behind him. Ye Si's gray-blue eyes, which had been frozen for a while, moved. He saw the slim figure sitting on the stool through the reflection in the glass. She was biting her lips in a depressed look.
Ye Si withdrew his gloomy gaze and walked quietly behind Song Qingqing. His slender hands with distinct joints dried her hair carefully and thoughtfully as usual.
He seemed to have a vague feeling that the closer he was to her, the faster the heavy fog in his brain would dissipate. He always felt that the foggy area in his brain seemed to contain something about the girl in front of him. Ye Si frowned slightly. He wanted to know everything about her, so his tall figure leaned over quietly and silently to the side of her neck.
Song Qingqing still had the fragrance of lemon-scented shower gel on her body, which was sour and sweet and smelled delicious.
The feeling of the slightly cool fingertips massaging her scalp was very pleasant. Song Qingqing was a little drowsy, but when the cold lips touched her earlobe, she woke up instantly with a start, and all the sleepiness disappeared.
She was frightened and fell backwards uncontrollably, falling into Ye Si's arms just as he wanted. His cold, slender fingers wrapped around her waist, which seemed as slender as a hand could hold, and carried her to the windowsill. When her back touched the cold window glass, Song Qingqing subconsciously turned her head to look over, and felt a little dizzy when she saw the scene below the high-rise building.
Just like last time, her slightly cool lips and teeth slowly and leisurely tasted the white peach with a hint of pink, spreading all the way from the light red tip to the plump and ripe bottom. Song Qingqing's cheeks were filled with warmth that was completely different from Ye Si's icy temperature, but he had learned it too well. The corners of her eyes were soaked with moisture. She didn't know whether she pushed or pulled, but grabbed the zombie youth's somewhat long hair, pulling out several strands in a row.
The pale and slender fingertips, like porcelain works of art, swept over the red lotus beads that timidly emerged from the leaves, scaring it so much that it wanted to hide away but didn't know where to go. Soon, the five fingers and palms were stained with shimmering glaze, like rippling waves, and it also dripped down from between the five fingers.
The cool white popsicle that appeared quietly in this hot day accidentally hit the silver-white silk thread, making Song Qingqing purse her lips, and her eyelashes drooped timidly like the feathers of a bird caught in the rain.
Seeing the beautiful scene of it eagerly opening its mouth and taking a sip, Ye Si's gentle and handsome face still had a confused expression. He even asked Song Qingqing directly and curiously: "Qingqing, it seems like it wants to eat something cold."
Hearing this, Song Qingqing raised her hands to cover her ears. For some reason, she felt that the zombie did it on purpose.
“I don’t want to eat!”
It turned out that she couldn't just not eat if she didn't want to. Ye Si, the bastard zombie, even knew how to teach her a lesson using what Song Qingqing had taught him before. While feeding her to her heart's content, he also taught her seriously, "Qingqing, you can't be picky about food."
Song Qingqing was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, but Ye Si seemed to have no idea what he was saying. He choked her and choked her so hard that she couldn't help but hiccup. The feeling of being cold and full was so strange, but Ye Si kept whispering in her ear, "Don't waste it."
Song Qingqing also understood one thing from this, that it is impossible for a genius with high IQ to become an idiot. Even if he becomes an idiot, he will be naturally black. The white glutinous rice balls that look harmless to humans and animals will be black and juicy inside when cut open!
However, Song Qingqing didn't want to settle the score with Ye Si at all the next day, because she found that Ye Si seemed to have recovered his memory.
The pair of gray-blue eyes that originally revealed confusion and ignorance were now calm, like the sea surface on a rainy day, quiet but making people's scalp tingle.
Early in the morning, Ye Si sat there quietly, watching Song Qingqing get up angrily, his eyes calm.
Song Qingqing was instantly deflated, like a punctured kitten balloon. She raised her eyes and looked carefully at Ye Si, who looked completely different in temperament. He seemed to have replaced the broken gold-rimmed glasses. At this time, the gold-rimmed glasses on his handsome face were intact, and his fingertips tapped the table patiently one after another.
She bit her lip and asked in a low voice, feeling guilty, "Are you recovered?"
The handsome young man sat at the table with one hand supporting his face. After hearing the girl's question, he squinted his eyes and smiled. His handsome face with delicate features and the pair of gold-rimmed glasses made him look like a gentleman.
Ye Si did not answer Song Qingqing's question directly, but smiled gently and said: "Big melon? Big fool?"
Song Qingqing shuddered.
The smile in Ye Si's eyes deepened: "Listen to Qingqing obediently?"
Song Qingqing shuddered again.
Ye Si smiled and said, "Qingqing seems to have taught me a lot of early childhood knowledge. Is peach a watermelon?"
Song Qingqing no longer had the courage to even look him in the eye, and she was about to curl up in the quilt and in the corner.
She looked up at the window very close to her. If she used the wood-type ability, it seemed that she could run away immediately. She felt that her ability had jumped a big level.
A thin and tough green vine quietly and silently stuck to the wall and approached the gap of the window. Song Qingqing pushed the window with the vine, but it didn't move at all.
Ye Si squinted his eyes and smiled, looking gentle and elegant, and then... Song Qingqing's vines rebelled and tied her wrists tightly.
Song Qingqing opened her eyes wide in shock. Tied up like a dumpling, she looked at the zombie professor who was walking towards her with a smile, feeling aggrieved and angry.
Were those students completely blinded?! How could this devilish fellow before them be the angelic professor they had been talking about?!
Song Qingqing died with a sense of relief. She finally understood why Ye Si could become the Zombie King.
Ye Si slowly squatted down and carefully untied the green vines that bound Song Qingqing tightly. He also gently touched her head, his voice clear and gentle, "Qingqing, you must be obedient. This is our home. You will get hurt if you run around."
Song Qingqing was so angry that she turned her head away and looked at the wall intently, refusing to even glance at Ye Si, the bastard who was black from head to toe.
Ye Si was not angry. He patiently picked a book and sat by the window to read it.
However, Song Qingqing, who was very sensible, only persisted for one morning. Her stomach growled softly twice, and she couldn't help but look at the slender figure bathed in the sun. Her almond-shaped eyes were moist and aggrieved. She missed the silly, stupid, zombie version of Ye Si. Although that Ye Si was also quite irritating...
Song Qingqing said softly and aggrievedly: "Teacher Ye, I want to eat..."
The perfectly filled tears hung on the curled eyelashes, making her look very pitiful.
Ye Si was so angry that she almost laughed, but she still remembered that he was the teacher who taught her.
Slender fingers snapped the book shut.
Ye Si turned his head and smiled with his eyebrows curved. His handsome and elegant face looked harmless with that smile, as if he was no different from before. The slight reflection of his glasses just happened to cover his eyes. "Of course, but what should Xiao Song do?"
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, as she was settling the score for how she had treated him like a slave.
But one has to bow his head under the eaves. If Ye Si, who has regained his IQ, gets angry, he might really bite himself.
So Song Qingqing reluctantly walked to the window, sat naturally on those slender legs, then put her arms around Ye Si's neck and kissed him on his cold thin lips.
"Is this okay?"
Ye Si chuckled.
"Of course, it's the teacher's responsibility to take care of the students."
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