The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Please ask Su Qingyan to choose the boy she likes.

Su Qingyan scanned the BOSSes on the field one by one, and finally handed a note to Yuan Ji.

"It's truly astonishing that Su Qingyan actually chose the owner of the forbidden book 'Ink Soul' (number 8) and the bloody gentleman Xu Feng (number 12)."

Yuan Ji handed the microphone to Su Qingyan and asked:

"I can understand choosing the Forbidden Book Ink Soul, after all, he's a handsome man in ancient style, even I'm a little drooling over him, but why did you choose the Bloody Gentleman?"

"He's just a newbie boss, yet he's so cruel, turning the first female guest into a human stump. What made you choose him? Could you explain?"

Xu Feng's face darkened. This Yuan Ji was quite beautiful, but she was a bit arrogant and looked down on people.

If you can talk, then talk more. You better pray you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I'll teach Yuan Ji a lesson with a stick until her eyes roll back in her head.

Su Qingyan, holding the microphone, spoke calmly:

"The reason I chose number twelve, the Bloody Gentleman, is because I felt he was very gentle and a good person."

Xu Feng was stunned.

mild?

Huh? Me?

Where was I being gentle?

Were you blind when I was torturing Ling Shuang? Didn't you see it?

She's a lovely young woman with a literary bent, but unfortunately, she has poor eyesight.

However, Xu Feng's initial impression of Su Qingyan was quite good, and he planned to leave her waiting for him when they entered the "heart-fluttering" phase.

Yuan Ji was stunned by Su Qingyan's answer.

No, sister, if you have an eye problem, go get it treated!

Can you guess why the first two words of "Bloody Gentleman" are "Bloody"?

Yuanji was completely speechless. She gave an awkward laugh and said:

"Now we move on to the 'heart-fluttering' segment. Male guests, please conduct your initial impression screening!"

Surprisingly, seven BOSSes kept their lights on, one BOSS's light went out, and only three BOSSes' lights went out.

The bosses who turned off the lights were Mr. Mirror, number three. This guy is a narcissist; he seems to only be interested in himself.

And then there's that little boy, the White Bone Opera performer, who was halfway through pooping and hadn't wiped himself clean. It seems that this naive little brat's soul has already been stolen by Chu Yao.

And the scholar from number six also turned off his light; it seems he's only interested in Sister Yu from the Northeast.

The one who gave Su Qingyan the thumbs up was the fourth boss, Night Train Chief. He stood there with a lovestruck expression, two lines of tears silently streaming down his face.

It was as if I had seen my own white moonlight, and my thoughts went straight back to the girl who smiled in the sea of ​​flowers a hundred years ago.

She had the same scholarly air, the same face, and the same love of reading, but in the end, she collapsed in his arms and fell into eternal sleep.

The night train conductor's voice trembled, filled with an overwhelming sense of longing and ecstasy, as he spoke hoarsely, "Qingli...it's you back, isn't it?"

He was so emotional, his body steaming with mist, that he almost rushed off the stage to grab Su Qingyan's hand:

"I've waited for you for a whole century, and finally, I've waited for you!"

However, Su Qingyan looked somewhat puzzled, as she did not know the night train conductor.

However, the night train conductor gave her a familiar feeling.

The masked dancer, Seryu, looked at the distraught night train conductor, lightly raised her fingertips, and calmly extinguished the light in front of her, her tone elegant and indifferent:

"I've always been drawn to gentle and self-possessed people. Now that I see he's deeply in love, I won't take away his love. I'll just withdraw from this relationship."

The second crow's father lowered his eyes, his fingertips lightly twisting the hem of his clothes, a mysterious and solemn aura surrounding him. He slowly turned off the light, his voice low and resonant:

"I had hoped that she could understand my teachings, but in the darkness, the threads of cause and effect had already bound her to him, and I could not interfere in this earthly bond."

The sedative at Asylum No. 6 looked at Crow's father and Seryu, who had voluntarily turned off the lights, a playful smile playing on his lips, his eyes revealing a mixture of curiosity and interest:

"Interesting. This woman can make the usually aloof and arrogant Night Train Captain lose his composure like this. She's someone I should keep an eye on."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed the flash button, his eyes filled with a determined curiosity.

The eighth boss, a handsome man in ancient style and the owner of an old book, gently shook the scroll in his hand. His brows and eyes were gentle, exuding the carefree and humble air of a scholar, and he sighed softly:

"I originally thought that since we are both people who cherish books and literature, we could form a good relationship. But now that the night is long and our feelings have deepened, I will not force you and will help you achieve your goal."

As soon as he finished speaking, he calmly turned off the light, without a trace of lingering affection.

The groom, number nine, dressed in a red robe, pressed the lights-out button with a cold and indifferent expression, his tone as icy as ice:

"She is not the one I am determined to wait for, even across life and death."

The faceless butler in position number ten has successfully found a partner and has left the scene.

The eleventh boss, Dracula, gently swirled the blood wine in his glass, a knowing glint in his crimson eyes, and spoke calmly:

"Reincarnation has brought us together again, and our karmic ties remain unresolved. No wonder the Night Train Captain lost his composure like this. Since I am his former lover, I will not contend with him."

After saying that, Dracula also turned off the lamp in front of him.

Xu Feng looked at the BOSSes who had all turned off their lights, shrugged, and said, "What else is there to say?"

He also pressed the light-off button, doing a good deed for others.

Now, only the night train conductor and the sleeping doctor are left to keep the lights on for Su Qingyan.

The sedative doctor spoke in a seductive tone:

"Choose me, and I can immerse you in beautiful dreams that I've carefully crafted for you every night."

The night train conductor then said with a deeply affectionate expression:

"Qingli, let's go home, okay? I've been waiting for you for so long."

Su Qingyan looked around. She felt that this sleeping doctor was a bit of a pervert. Who knew that while he was weaving beautiful dreams for her, he would give her a sleep play?

With no other choice at the moment, Su Qingyan finally decided to take the night train conductor's hand. As soon as they held hands, the conductor excitedly hugged Su Qingyan tightly and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Yuki couldn't help but burst into tears:

"After a century of longing, he finally waited for her. It's so touching, sob sob~"

The father of the crow wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said softly:

"Oh! I'm getting old, I can't bear to see lovers reunited like this."

Xu Feng was completely baffled. What was so touching about it?

All he saw was the night train conductor inexplicably bursting into tears and turning on the lights, then you guys all saying nonsensical things and turning off the lights to help each other.

What could he say? He could only turn off the lights.

Not only was Xu Feng dumbfounded, but Su Qingyan herself was also a little dumbfounded. The night train conductor held her tightly as if afraid that she would run away.

The person in front of Su Qingyan seemed somewhat familiar, and she didn't dislike such an offensive gesture.

But she really didn't know the night train conductor!

Finally, the night train conductor carried the somewhat reluctant Su Qingyan away in a princess carry.

Yuanji wiped away her tears, regained her composure, and continued speaking:

"Let's welcome our fourth female guest to the stage."

A gentle and graceful young woman, whose appearance was not stunning but rather the kind that grows on you, appeared on the stage somewhat nervously.

She looks like the kind of woman who would make a virtuous wife.