Pure Love Brain × Ultimate Double Standard
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During the first snow, I met Mingchuan.
Following the direction pointed by the patriarch, I found the ancient high platform. The dishes and candlesticks were all knocked over in a mess, and there was no one everywhere. He himself sat quietly on the high platform, with black hair and snow-skinned skin, and a strangely gorgeous look on his eyebrows.
It was cold in the cold wind and snow. My long hair was scattered, my bare feet were stepping on the stone bricks, and my eyes were lowered and passed over me.
There are very few documents on the worship rituals of Jiu Miao God. I did not expect that the "nephew of an old friend" that Professor He found for me in a roundabout way as a subject for the interview would actually become a tribute sent to the altar.
When I put the coat on him, he still didn't respond.
"Did they force you to come?"
Still silent.
It will take some time for Professor He's old friend to come back from abroad to pick him up. After hanging up the phone, I looked at Mingchuan: "Would you like... To go with me first?"
Mingchuan looked at me, tilted his head, and nodded slowly.
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Since Mingchuan moved in, Chu Zhihua felt that his hallucinations caused by staying up late to write papers seemed to be more frequent.
The fleeting black shadow, the strange speed of time, the weird and strange dream...
"You know," Chu Zhihua inserted the straw and handed it over, "I dreamed last night that Jiu Miao God told me that he liked Bray Vanilla Cream with double pearls and asked me to write it in the paper... Innovation can't be so innovative."
Mingchuan raised his eyes and chewed the pearls expressionlessly.
"Do you feel weird too? Or am I too tired recently?"
Mingchuan thought for a while, then pushed the small flowerpot on the window sill and blinked. The rose seeds I bought just yesterday are actually blooming today.
... It must be, it's just that the academic pressure has been too much recently.
Chu Zhihua glanced at the branches, leaves and flowers that had sprouted overnight, and then at Mingchuan who was looking at him expectantly——
——Actually, it's not... It doesn't matter.
But not everyone thinks it's okay.
The noble god was furious that his elaborate disguise was discovered within half a month, and decided not to pretend anymore.
"You mean you want to imprison me in my house," Chu Zhihua sat on the sofa thinking about the oracle he just listened to, "until you learn how to be a human being in this world?"
Anyone who has ever been a human being knows that being a human being is not easy.
On the first day when he promised to be a good person, Chu Zhihua found Mingchuan in the community trying to greet every passing bird with his tentacles.
The day after he promised to be a good person, Chu Zhihua spent half an hour and used ten matcha puddings to persuade Mingchuan to take the elevator downstairs and not jump directly from the window sill.
On the tenth day after he promised to be a good person, Chu Zhihua opened the door and saw Mingchuan sitting cross-legged on the balcony and announced in a high voice: "I have learned to be a good person. It's easy."
Chu Zhihua glanced at the black figure at his feet who slid to the refrigerator, opened the door, picked up a small cake, closed the door, and then returned to the balcony: "... Really?"
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Jiu Miao God was born in the war and has a strong evil influence. The ritual to summon him was completely abolished a hundred years ago and gradually became a secret within the clan.
On the day he was accidentally summoned by a junior who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, the tribesmen fled in panic, fearing that they would become the food of the evil god.
It happened that the student who had made an appointment to do the interview a few days ago came to the door at this time.
In fact, it is a pity. After all, he is a cheerful and handsome young man with a bright future. The clan leader gritted his teeth and pointed to the high platform in the center of the snowstorm.
"The person you are looking for is there."
The wind and snow cleared, and neither the young man nor the evil god was anywhere to be seen.
A few months later, the clan leader opened the door, only to see the young man who should have become the evil god's nourishment long ago.
"Hello, I found the wrong person last time. I'll ask again."
An existence that could not be seen or heard by others was being held by his hand obediently at this moment. The moment he looked at him, the circling black shadow, accompanied by a strange and weak scream, instantly covered the ground, walls, and ceiling.
"Okay, don't be angry now, we'll talk about it later."
The young man actually shook the monster's hand affectionately and whispered in his ear.
The patriarch managed to regain his composure and said with trembling hands: "Don't you know? This, this is not at all..."
"I know." The young man turned around and frowned, "Please keep your voice down, he can't hear this."
Mingchuan slowly turned around, not looking at the person behind him, and rubbed his forehead against Chu Zhihua's shoulder in annoyance, and most of the black shadow reluctantly retreated.
Today the pretense of modern humanity has failed again.
——I have obviously studied with Chu Zhihua for a long time. Pretending to be human is such a hassle.
*Sc he, the relationship between the two is still a pure sweet cookie, the golden retriever Xiao Chu takes the emperor-shaped automatic troublemaker evil god (?) Who has slept for too long and knows nothing about modern society to learn to be a cookie of a law-abiding modern god. The text and title may be changed, but that's probably it.
*Mingchuan is an evil god with two completely different faces internally and externally. Regarding this, Xiaochu would wear his 800-meter filter to express that my wife just occasionally has trouble controlling her magic power. It's actually quite cute^^
*Should not be suitable for reading by anyone who controls the extreme party
[How can I repay the kindness of thinking about flowers? I can only get drunk and spend them on things.
Intention: Born at the end of life
