The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

"I...I...you are stupid..."

Meng Qinglang held the phone a little away from his ears, with a look of disgust on his face: "Xi Yan warned you not to talk to me in such a tone, it's disgusting."

"You talk to me like that sometimes!"

"Is there any evidence?"

"You can do it, next time I will record, and quickly change your wish."

"No change, if not admitted, I plan to repeat."

"Repeat... have you thought about it? Then I will..."

"I don't study cultural courses. I will focus on dancing this year and wait for the self-examination next year."

"Okay...then you and I will go to City B, it is so prosperous, and you will definitely pass the exam if you learn to dance there."

"Let's talk again, I'm going into the elevator, the signal is not good, so hang up first."

Xi Yan replied sullenly in his voice, as if he wanted to say a few more words, Meng Qinglang hung up the phone resolutely.

After deducting the energy consumed by the system, he only had six days left in his life. Meng Qinglang called his homeroom teacher when he got home, greeted him and asked directly: "Mr. Li, can you not go to the scene to confirm?"

"In theory, it is possible, but there will be accidents every year. I suggest you come and confirm it. Just in case, where did you report it?"

"Jinghua."

"Hmm...it's a bit dangerous. In fact, there are many other good universities in China."

"Teacher, I have already made up my mind. In addition, I have found a job. I have to leave in two days. I will not go after the on-site confirmation five days later."

Teacher Li on the other end of the phone sighed: "Okay, be careful when you work outside the home. Don't be arrogant because of your youth. I would rather earn less than hurt my body. When I get older, I should suffer."

"Well, thank you teacher, I know."

"Okay, you have always had your own ideas, you are the last thing to worry about in the class, the teacher can only wish you smooth sailing and a bright future."

Meng Qinglang's eyes were sour: "Thank you teacher, you also need to be healthy."

From this moment on, high school has completely become a thing of the past for him.

Meng Qinglang called out the small gift box in the backpack of the system, opened it, a green wrist watch stood quietly, and there was a small card next to it, Meng Qinglang looked at it for a while, then lay down under the quilt and buried his head.

Perhaps for other students, the great academic pressure in high school and the reaction of adolescence made going to school more painful, but for Meng Qinglang who was mixed into the society, it was a habitat.

Lie on the ground for a few minutes, under the urging of the countdown to life all the time, Meng Qinglang got up and stared at the countdown of seconds in the upper right corner of his sight. He still had more than six days, three days of task time were removed, and two days of house processing time , only a full day can be wasted.

Meng Qinglang picked up the phone.

[Lang Li and Lang: Xi Yan, are you going to the playground tomorrow? 】

[Prince: Busy people finally have time to rest and miss me? 】

[Lang Li: Don't forget. 】

[Prince: Go, go! 】

[Lang Li Ge Lang: Gather downstairs at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. 】

【Prince: Why so early?Sleep in and go in the afternoon. 】

Meng Qinglang's typing hands paused for a moment, and he thought about continuing to write.

[Lang Li Ge Lang: I want to go to the underwater world, open at [-]:[-] a.m., eat Haidilao at noon, go to the playground in the afternoon, and go swimming in the lake at night. 】

[Prince: No, Haidilao hurts your stomach. At noon, I will invite you to the amusement park-themed restaurant. There are doll waiters there. You must like it. 】

[Lang Li: ... Yes, I really like dolls. 】

【Prince: I have many at home, how many will I give you? 】

Wechat began to send photos, from the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" to Mickey Mouse, and sent more than a dozen meanings that have not stopped. In order to prevent his mobile phone from crashing in his old age, Meng Qinglang stopped his behavior.

[Lang Li: Stop posting, I haven't lost my memory yet. 】

【Prince: There is one who looks very much like you, remember? 】

[Lang Li: Long:? 】

【Prince: Peppa Pig.jpg I will sleep with it every day from now on, arrogant.jpg】

[Lang Li: Hehe, get out. 】

【Prince: I want to eat your shrimp omelette~bring it to me tomorrow morning~】

With two wavy lines, Meng Qinglang could feel his excitement through the screen, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

[Lang Li: Depends on your mood. 】

Meng Qinglang looked through, and there was basically nothing at home, including pots and bowls. It happened that he hadn't eaten yet, so he went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, and bought some bread and snacks for tomorrow's outing. Qing Lang looked at the small pot in the system, and bought a cage according to its size.

Meng Qinglang can make milk tea, but in fact he is not very good at cooking. After all, the chef is also a skilled worker. His most part-time job is delivering food. This shrimp egg roll was learned from the chef in the shop when he was a waiter, because After paying the tuition fees that year, he was too poor, so Xi Yan did this on his birthday.

He himself thinks the taste is mediocre, far worse than the chef who taught him, but Xi Yan loves to eat shrimp, so he likes it very much, but unfortunately he is too busy to cook at home, so Xi Yan has been thinking about it, and he didn't eat again.

If steamed in the pot provided by the system, it would also have added flavor. Meng Qinglang directly smashed the eggs into the pot, maybe it would be "tasteful".

Even though it was a cooking pot, Meng Qinglang tried to use it to fry an egg pancake, and the aroma immediately filled the room, and the scary ghost immediately ran out of the bottle that held him, and leaned his head closer: "My lord, what is it, so fragrant? "

Meng Qinglang sniffed it. It was very fragrant. It was fresher than ordinary eggs, and the color was more golden. I have to say that the pan provided by the system was really good. The fried eggs did not stick at all. He turned his head to get the plate, The four ghost eyes stared straight at his pot, and the ghostly saliva was ticking.

"..." Meng Qinglang glanced at the fried egg skins in the pan, took them out and put them on a plate, cut out two pieces, one large and one small, and gave them to the two ghosts respectively.

The scary ghost took it and stuffed it into his mouth immediately, with a happy expression on his face. A white light flashed across his soul, and it recovered after a while. It looked the same as before. If you look closely, maybe the gray color of the soul is lighter?

The head-holding ghost gnawed cherishingly, and the scary ghost took a look at him, swallowed his saliva, stared at Meng Qinglang's hand re-frying the egg, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Why does the lord give him so much?" ..."

Meng Qinglang didn't look at him either: "Because I'm biased."

"My lord! You..." The scary ghost's voice was full of mourning, "I... I am also your first ghost servant..."

Meng Qinglang took out the fried egg skin, cut a large piece for him, and gave another small piece to Baotougui: "This time I favor you."

Holding the fried egg, the scary ghost didn't know what expression to make, and finally only dared to mutter in a low voice: "My lord is good or bad..."

Meng Qinglang glanced at the head-holding ghost, who was concentrating on nibbling on the fried egg skin without realizing it, Meng Qinglang sighed, maybe he couldn't even tell the big and small in his eyes.

Carrots mixed with shrimp paste, rolled on top of fried golden egg skin and steamed in a pan, filled with aroma, Meng Qinglang took a bite of the tasteless bread and sighed that he was so good at cooking?

It was getting late, Meng Qinglang went to pull the curtains, and just grabbed the curtains, a bunch of ghost heads in various shapes of death suddenly approached the glass, so frightened that he almost tore off the curtains, among them was the head of a bloody Sachima Very conspicuous.

The author has something to say: Completed, sorry_(:з」∠)_

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Zhaoliu;

wow~