I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ji Zhaoran didn't walk fast, his steps were a bit lazy, and Ning Zhi'an walked side by side with him without difficulty.

The corridors of the hotel are not spacious, and it is a little cramped for two men walking side by side.

Ning Zhi'an melancholy rubbed her nose, which is still functioning normally, and said in a low voice, "Teacher Ji."

Ji Zhaoran made a nasal sound vaguely: "Huh?"

Ning Zhi'an said honestly: "It's nothing, I just feel that you seem unhappy."

There are windows open at the end of the corridor, and there is a night breeze blowing slowly. It is not too cold, and it is rare to have such a gentle breeze in the cold winter months.

Ji Zhaoran didn't even raise his eyebrows, of course he wouldn't be angry with a little drunk.But hearing Ning Zhi'an's aggrieved tone, he couldn't help laughing.

Is the child's heart finally long overdue?

"Oh." Ji Zhaoran nodded, and raised the corners of his lips to tease the little drunk: "What if I'm not happy?"

Ning Zhi'an licked his lips, and thought honestly for a while: "Then shall I sing you a song?"

They are in the corridor at the moment, their voices are shallow and subdued, not suitable for singing.Ji Zhaoran laughed lowly: "Okay, sing for me tomorrow when I wake up."

"I'm not drunk." Ning Zhi'an muttered in a low voice.

While talking, the two walked to the door of the room, Ji Zhaoran stopped in front of Ning Zhian's room, looked sideways at Ning Zhian: "Where is your room card?"

Ning Zhi'an fumbled in his pocket for a while, then handed the room card to Ji Zhaoran without hesitation.

The room card on the black background is melted with golden paint: 506

Ji Zhaoran was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly remembered that one night not long ago, he once had the same room card in his hand.

I also opened the door of this room, and saw a panicked and beautiful kitten by mistake.

Ji Zhaoran swiped open the door with his eyes half down, and inserted the room card into the electrical slot.

"Rest early." Ji Zhaoran's voice landed on the top of Ning Zhi'an's head, scratching his ears.

His voice was already low, but just after being soaked in spicy rum, his voice became even more magnetic.

Ning Zhi'an rubbed the tips of his hot ears, a strange thought suddenly came to his mind.

I don't know what Teacher Ji's singing is like.

"Okay then, I'll sing for you tomorrow." Ning Zhi'an said with some regret, "Good night, Teacher Ji."

"Good night." Ji Zhaoran waved his back to him. "Owe me a song, don't forget it tomorrow."

The moment the door was closed, Ji Zhaoran pressed the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

He laughed a little.

Just now, I clearly recalled every frame of when I saw the kitten.

……

When Ning Zhi'an first entered the room, she felt that the downstairs seemed a bit noisy, as if there were a lot of people, but she didn't care.

He changed back into a comfortable cotton pajamas, and after washing, he lay on the soft bed with his feet up, lazily playing with his mobile phone.

Not far from the downstairs, the little ghost was taken to the registration place by other ghosts in a daze.

A middle-aged female ghost wearing glasses sat on a chair at the registration desk and looked up at him.

"how old are you?"

"Six years old."

The middle-aged female ghost gave him a deep look, and said with some earnestness: "If you are six years old, you still have to focus on your studies."

The little ghost was a little confused: "..." Does Gumantong still need to learn?

"Forget it." The age of ghosts and gods cannot be calculated in this way. If this little ghost has been dead for many years, maybe he has received compulsory education in the underworld. The middle-aged female ghost raised her glasses and handed over a piece of paper: "Come Fill out this form."

The kid took the registration form.

[The time when you entered the pit for the first time: ()]

【Which character in the book do you like the most (multiple choice): ()】

【As for the big letter xx, what is your mood: ()】

[After the big announcement, you want to say to the big: ()]

[Please put forward suggestions that you think can maintain a harmonious relationship with you: ()]

... The little ghost doesn't know much about these words.

If it is a multiple-choice question, maybe the kid can fill it in casually.

But these are still filling in the blanks.

The little ghost pushed the paper back in front of the middle-aged female ghost: "I won't."

"You don't know?" The middle-aged woman was surprised, and her voice became higher: "Then how did you catch up with the serialization?"

The little ghost originally thought that this was a very simple matter, and he could solve it effortlessly by himself.

But why, things are so complicated?

This is his first time doing a mission, and there is no other Gumantong to communicate with. Are all missions so troublesome?

Some other ghosts rushed over after hearing the news: "[Mengpotang Novels.com] recently launched the function of listening to books, maybe it is a young reader who listens to books online?"

The middle-aged female ghost's face softened a little: "If you don't know how to fill in these, it will be later if you want to see the big one. Now everyone is queuing up after filling out the questionnaire."

The kid was puzzled: "You all want to kill that star?"

There was a ghost who wrote [-] words in the column [What do you want to say to Da Da], and said angrily: "Huh, xx is my favorite person, he killed my favorite person!" , What do you think?" He must talk to that little star who doesn't talk about martial arts today!

Another ghost said: "Don't be like Qiao Deng'er, do you understand what it means to respect creative freedom? What are you looking at? I warn you, don't embarrass yourself here!"

The two ghosts quickly fought.

Soon, other enthusiastic ghosts came to persuade them to fight, and they got angry after persuading them. They rolled up their sleeves and joined the group fight.

The scene was a mess.

The kid was a little sluggish.

This task seems to be more complicated than he imagined.

The little ghost suddenly got angry, and blue veins of blood vessels appeared on his pale face because of the resentment.

Was his new master deliberately embarrassing him, so he made such an insincere request?

The little ghost's face darkened, and before he could figure out what to do next, three books were suddenly stuffed into his arms:

——"First Grade Chinese Textbook Ghost Teaching Edition", "Learning Chinese New Curriculum Ladder Reading Training", "Pinyin 600 Questions"

Kid:? ? ?

The middle-aged female ghost adjusted her glasses, and the thick eyes flashed with wisdom under the night.

"Anyway, you won't see the little star for a while, or I will teach you a lesson?"

……

Ning Zhi'an thought it was noisy downstairs, so he plugged in his earphones, and surfed the Internet while listening to music.

The pennant sneakily moved to Ning Zhi'an's side, lying motionless on the pillow, trying to put a pillow cover on it, but Ning Zhi'an dragged it down.

Ning Zhi'an reprimanded: "Don't go to bed."

The pennant slowly moved back to the wall, with a melancholy back, like a puppy rejected by its owner.

Ning Zhi'an seldom drank alcohol, and he didn't know what it was like to be drunk. He only felt that his brain was always excited, and this feeling was quite novel and exciting.

Thinking of not singing a song for Ji Zhaoran before parting, and regretting it, Ning Zhi'an had an idea, and clicked on the dialog box with Ji Zhaoran.

Ji Zhaoran's WeChat avatar is a J written with a brush. The ink-colored J falls on white rice paper. At first glance, it looks restrained and low-key, but if you look at it carefully, you will feel the sharpness of a silver hook painted on iron.

Ning Zhian's fingertips landed on the voice button, ready to record a song for Ji Zhaoran and send it to him.

What should I send?Ning Zhi'an bit her finger, a little tangled.

When his eyes fell on the J on Ji Zhaoran's head that pierced through the back of the paper, Ning Zhi'an suddenly had a little inspiration.

He cleared his throat lightly, and slowly opened his lips.

Ning Zhi'an's personality is actually not suitable for singing this kind of melody, but his voice is clear and his pitch is very accurate, and he sings with a clean charm.

After singing, Ning Zhi'an also added two messages.

[My mother will be useful when I was born: Teacher Ji, don't wait for tomorrow, I can sing for you today. 】

[My mother will be useful when I was born: I think this song is very suitable for you, I hope you will be in a good mood after hearing it! 】

After sending the message, Ji Zhaoran didn't reply him right away.

Ning Zhi'an felt that she sang well, and Ji Zhaoran probably didn't want to talk to him because that song was so bad.

He wasn't sure if Ji Zhaoran was asleep or busy with something else, so he left the dialog without saying anything else.

Today's winter solstice, the circle of friends is very lively, most of the friends post photos of food and going out to play.

Ning Zhi'an has been filming since joining the group, and codes in her spare time. The two-point and one-line life is extremely boring, and she doesn't even post much on Moments.

Ning Zhi'an also sent a simple greeting: [My mother will be useful when I was born: Happy Winter Solstice^^]

He has a lot of people on WeChat, including classmates, friends, and people he knows in the entertainment industry.

Soon after posting, someone gave him likes and comments.

[Tao Yuan: Happy Winter Solstice, come on Xiaoning! 】

[Xiao Zhou: Brother Ning, why haven't you slept yet?Insomnia? 】

[Qin Yang: Happy Winter Solstice baby!How is the life of the crew, when will you come to play with me! 】

[Zhou Weiyu: There are several scenes tomorrow, don't forget! 】

Ning Zhi'an swayed his calf, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and replied to them one by one.

But soon, Ning Zhian couldn't laugh anymore.

The three ghosts who had been added as friends last time suddenly appeared neatly in his circle of friends.

[Lonely Hanged Ghost: Daddy, happy winter solstice, can you open the curtains? 】

[I hate the water in the artificial lake: Great, happy winter solstice, can you open the curtains? 】

[I hate drunk driving drivers: Daddy, happy winter solstice, can you open the curtains? ^^】

...Ning Zhi'an thought that the three ghosts came to play with him again.

Although he was very reluctant, he still bite the bullet and moved to the window, and slowly opened the curtains.

After seeing the scene outside the window, Ning Zhian's mind went blank.

Downstairs, the densely packed ghosts looked up at him, saw him open the curtains, and said in unison, "Big Daddy, happy winter solstice."

I don't know if my eyes are dazzled, but there are a few ghosts who are full of evil spirits, as if they have just rushed here after fighting with someone with a bayonet!

There is also a very young kid who came here with a Chinese document in his arms, and now he is looking up at him with complicated and resentful eyes.

Yaoshou, why are there so many ghosts! ! !

Almost subconsciously, Ning Zhian ran straight to Ji Zhaoran's room!

……

After Ji Zhaoran returned to the room, he took a shower first to wash off the faint smell of alcohol and tobacco.

He walked out of the steamy bathroom, wearing a gray bathrobe loosely, with a belt tied around his waist, making his shoulders wider and narrower, his smooth and powerful muscle lines faintly visible.

Ji Zhaoran wiped his hair casually with a towel, water droplets rolled out of the wet hair from time to time, and flowed to his sharp chin.Ji Zhaoran opened a bottle of mineral water and drank it with his head up. The water droplets rolled down to his broad chest with the movement of his throat.

Ji Zhaoran picked up the phone and casually looked at the unread messages on WeChat.

He had a lot of news, and after picking out useful replies for a while, he suddenly saw Ning Zhi'an's news.

His eyes fell on those two lines, as if he could see the serious expression on the little drunk's face.

Count this little thing with heart.

Ji Zhaoran hooked the corners of his lips, and clicked on the long voice message.

Then the smile slowly condensed.

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, Ji Zhaoran opened the door dumbly, and when he saw a slightly embarrassed handsome face, Ning Zhi'an's crisp singing sounded from the phone.

"Look at the cavalry and the iron hooves~Traveling thousands of miles of rivers and mountains~I really want to live another 500 years~"

"I really want to live again, 500 years~"

……

Outside the door, Ning Zhi'an saw Ji Zhaoran's face, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He is not very good at lying, so the tips of his ears are a little unnaturally red.

Ning Zhi'an was afraid of being rejected by Ji Zhaoran, so he decided to grab someone first before Ji Zhaoran opened his mouth.

"Mr. Ji, can I sit in your room for a while?"

This time, this kind of dialogue, and his identity will trigger many associations.

Ji Zhaoran's gaze sank slightly, and his eyes fell on Ning Zhi'an's red ears, his throat barely moved.

Before he could speak, Ning Zhi'an spoke again.

In the bgm where she sang "I really want to live another 500 years~", Ning Zhi was relieved, blushing and telling the lie that she had been holding back for a long time.

"I'm a little homesick, I think of my dad when I see you!"