Nether Marriage: Dead Hubby Never Satisfies

It was a little scary to be alone in the dorm at night! They could only hold the talisman that Mu Chen gave me, not daring to leave my side for even a moment.

Initially, he had even wanted to apply for a change in dorm room for the academy, but thinking about Danshen, he endured it in the end.

Qin Yize always doesn't understand the heart of a woman. Actually, as long as you coax me more, you can still forgive him first!

Thinking of this, he fell asleep, perhaps in his room alone!

Always feel a little sleepless, feel a pair of eyes on the window always stare at me. He woke up several times in the middle of the night, but checked whether it was a window or a window.

The next day, when he woke up, he felt pain in his neck and his eyes. It was an unspeakable pain.

Looking out the window, he saw that it was still early in the morning. He could only drag his tired body towards the school building.

Our school's layout is: The teaching area is the westernmost area, living in the easternmost area, in the middle is the dining hall and next to the teaching area's Cultural Relics Building.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to use his Cultural Relics Building, but he heard that there were many rare treasures inside, and also heard that there were many ancient corpses.

The first lesson in the morning was something that Teacher Ou had taught him before, and the second lesson was the appreciation of cultural relics. However, ever since Teacher Ou left, he had not been able to find a suitable teacher. Yesterday, he had heard that a new teacher was coming today, but he did not know what the situation was.

When we arrived at the classroom, there were only a few couples who had come early and were sitting in the corner. They had already taken their seats and were preparing for Qing Qing and I to go through our boring lessons.

I found a seat at random and sat down. As the number of students increased, the classroom gradually filled up, but basically no one sat with me, even though there were no empty seats in the classroom and I would rather be crowded with others than take the initiative to sit with me.

Very soon, the atmosphere in the teachers' hall quieted down, and I knew that it was most likely the teachers who had come.

Sure enough, after coughing, the teacher walked into the classroom. When he raised his head, he saw that it was an old man with grey hair at his temples and an old pair of glasses.

At this time, everyone lost their interest and lowered their heads, sighing.

Who knew that the old man would be so angry that he slammed the table and shouted, "All of you, raise your heads!"

All the people who were playing on their cell phones with their heads down jumped in shock, but they were forced to look up to listen to him continue to talk endlessly. I didn't hear anything else.

The only thing he heard was, "Will he be the one to talk about the appreciation of cultural relics?"

Everyone might not have listened to the previous lesson, but those words were firmly imprinted in my mind. Even if I didn't remember them, I could see the despair and panic on their faces.

Just as he was playing with his phone, he felt someone coming over and hurriedly put it away.

The old man walked over and didn't seem to notice that I was playing with my phone. He nodded at me in satisfaction. "Not bad!" Student, listen very carefully! Study hard, what's your name?! "

I felt like crying, why is it so tragic? I lowered my voice and rubbed it as I said, "Huang Lingyue."

I did not expect the old man to be so sensitive as to hear it in an instant, I said. He nodded his head, indicating that he had heard me.

I silently lit a row of candles for myself in my heart, I feel that I will not have a good life.

Indeed, in the second class, this old man followed us to the Cultural Relics Building.

Actually, this is my second time here, because I often skip classes, but I know the basic situation, but I don't know why the teacher suddenly changed!

When we arrived at the artifact room, the main thing was actually the teacher's explanation, so we looked at the records. Sometimes you learn to handle and clean.

The old man coughed and started to talk about class. Those who didn't know what he was talking about would think that the teacher had a fishbone in his throat!

It was originally fine, but suddenly, that old man shouted my name. I had a bad premonition that this old man was going to go all out against me.

I didn't know why he called me. I just got distracted and didn't hear what he said, but I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward. I turned around to look at the others, and they all went back to their own things.

I looked sorrowfully at the old man as I silently said in my heart: "Am I going to put a fish bone in your throat or do I look like a fish bone? You are going to treat me like this."

The old man revealed a smile, "Cough cough!" That Huang Lingyue! "You can repeat what teacher just said and follow the steps to clear out this ancient corpse."

Me? When did I see what he did...

But I remember reading a book before, and there was this schematic,

Gritting her teeth, she decided to go by her memories!

Picking up the brush, he began to clean up bit by bit. The old man nodded in satisfaction as he read it. Very good! "Not bad …"

Hearing him say so, I got bold and began to brush quickly, my other hand unconsciously resting on the corpse to support it.

At that moment, the old man suddenly shouted at me, "Stop!"

Originally, my hand was gently supporting that shriveled up ancient corpse, but I didn't expect him to suddenly shout and scare me. I used my strength to rub my hand against the petrified corpse, causing my finger to break, and blood to gush out and drip onto the corpse.

But I didn't notice that the moment my blood entered the ancient corpse, it was sucked into the body.

When I felt pain, I immediately pulled my hand back.

The old man looked at the ancient corpse with a pained expression, as if his most precious treasure had been destroyed.

He looked up at me with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. "Be careful, don't you know to wear gloves? Didn't you just put on your gloves? "Gloves?"

After saying that, he walked towards me with an expression of heartache. I thought that he was worried that my hand was injured, but who would have thought that he would directly go over to me and quickly wipe the corpse with a towel. His actions were extremely gentle and meticulous.

After the old man finished wiping, he turned to me with a serious expression and asked, "Where are the gloves that you were wearing just now?"

I pouted and whispered, "I didn't bring it! "Teacher, you didn't even send it."

The old man thought for a while. "Oh, yes! I remember it as yesterday's. Come and get the gloves! "

With that, he scratched his head, "You should go to the infirmary first."

I suddenly felt that this was really an old professor and not some kind of senile dementia?

When I returned to the classroom, the moment I opened the door, I heard the old man pointing at me angrily. "Which class are you from? "Why are you so late?"

I wanted to ask him aloud, "Are you born of a goldfish? "His memory is no more than seven seconds."

But thinking about it, he decided to just forget about it. Lowering his head, he honestly replied, "Teacher, I was just in class here. I bandaged my injured hand."

The Old Man looked at the other students and seemed to get an affirmative answer. He nodded at me. Don't be late for the next class, especially my class. "

Me! Me! What else can I say! An unprecedented feeling of grievance and despair mixed together. It was a wonderful feeling.

I really feel like my next two classes will be dark.