Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her. (Author: Qin Buxiang)

Introduction:

○○○STORY:

Life should have been peaceful until he encountered a red-eyed girl calling herself Lucifer, and things started to get strange. The shop gradually filled with odd characters: a birdman with a ring of fluorescent light on his head, a lazy bum who just floats around on his sword, and a little girl boss who blew up his room again... Well, just a very ordinary daily life. (I'm bad at synopsis, I suggest reading chapter 300 first.) (Weibo @不是阿蛋OwO) [Qin Buxiang]

Chapter 1 Chen Ming Doesn't Want to Be a Teacher

An empty room.

How big is it? It's about thirty square meters.

Eight people live in such a small place.

The good thing is that there are six fewer students than in high school where twelve people shared a 30-square-meter room. When he first entered university, he felt that this dormitory was too spacious.

There is also a personal desk.

He finally had some personal space; he's always been an easily satisfied person.

"Sigh...where did all this stuff come from..."

He looked at the pile of things on the floor, big and small. Besides the textbooks, clothes, blankets, and suitcases from the past four years, there was also a huge pile of trash that he could not finish moving without making several trips.

I'll have to move after graduation.

The dorm supervisor has been coming over with a grumpy face these past few days, urging people to move out. She's such a snobbish landlady.

Kidding.

The dormitory supervisor is very considerate. In the past, when there were cheers during e-sports competitions, the whole building would shake in the middle of the night, but no one was ever reprimanded.

This is the sixth floor. He looked at the pile of garbage bags and really didn't want to take them down.

It would be convenient to throw all the trash in the hallway, but I'd probably get killed by the dorm supervisor and have her ashes scattered in the artificial lake.

I honestly took it downstairs to throw it away, but I ran away twice.

He was almost the last one to leave their major. Everyone else had already moved out of their dorms, but he was living with a few younger students who were still there and had just finished their exams.

They glanced at him, and, not knowing who he was, asked—

"Is your senior leaving today?"

"correct."

The younger students were very kind to the older student. Knowing that he wouldn't be staying in the dormitory for long, they didn't make him pay the dormitory fees and he enjoyed free water, electricity, and air conditioning for a long time.

The junior said—

"Nobody plays ADC anymore."

"Although younger brother C is very young, he still holds an important position."

"Absorbing hatred, senior's technique of burning armor, freezing ice, sticking to people, and grilling them is truly amazing..."

"Cough cough."

His face flushed red; it was truly a dark chapter in his past, best left unmentioned.

He's a decent person, he just has occasional bouts of illness.

No respectable person would indulge in such extremes of hot and cold.

"Senior Pang is gone, Senior Wei is gone, then Chairman Liang, and now Senior Chen Ming is leaving too."

There was still a hint of reluctance in her tone.

Having spent so much time together, Chen Ming had grown accustomed to everything here... The faucet was broken and dripped water every day, disturbing the neighbors at night.

But all good things must come to an end.

Pack up the last large items and have them delivered to your door by mail.

His last remaining equipment was a backpack containing a set of clothes and various electronic devices, which were a bit heavy because of the computer.

This old gaming laptop is so old that you could fry an egg on it every time you play a game... He actually tried frying an egg with tin foil, running it on a Sapphire Crystal 4 for an hour, and the egg actually solidified.

He finally filled a glass of water at the water dispenser and stared blankly for a moment.

It is true that I feel a bit sad, but I have already released my emotions through things like taking graduation photos and saying goodbye to my classmates one by one, so there is no need to be sad anymore.

Okay, I still feel a little uneasy.

He is sometimes described as fussy and nagging.

He took one last breath, slung his bag over his shoulder, put on his canvas shoes, walked to the door, turned back to look at the younger students, and said—

"Then goodbye."

Goodbye, senior.

At least he was always decisive when saying goodbye, right? He thought to himself.

Click.

He closed the door.

"...Wait, senior, if you close the door, there's no ventilation, it's hot!"

"..."

I only turn on the air conditioner at night when I sleep; during the day, I always keep the doors and windows open.

……

……

A middle-aged man was waiting by a car. When Chen Ming came out of the dormitory building, the man went up to him, saw that Chen Ming was clean and tidy, carrying only a bag, and asked—

"Is there nothing else?"

"They've all been sent back."

"I'll pick you up, you don't need to send anything."

“I sent it before you came.”

As he spoke, he walked directly to the passenger seat, opened the door, and sat down. A long-haired woman was in the back seat; she smiled and said—

"Congratulations on your graduation, son."

"Unemployment after graduation is tough."

"Go work as a substitute teacher at my uncle's place first. There's a policy this year that allows you to start working first and then take the certification exam."

"We'll see."

What do you mean by "say it again"?

The middle-aged man sat back in the car, heard his words, and began his usual spiel—

"Being a teacher is great. Although you're not a civil servant, you enjoy the same benefits as one..."

"You have comprehensive insurance, a housing fund, an easy job, long holidays, and most importantly, a decent social status. Everyone will respect you and call you 'teacher'... You've been saying this for over ten years. Are you a broken record?"

Chen Ming was speechless. Although what he said was indeed correct, it was still annoying.

The middle-aged man was momentarily speechless, then pursed his lips and said—

"Can't you talk to your dad properly? What kind of attitude is this? I'm thinking so much about you, and you still talk to me like this... Do I owe you something?"

Wronged.

Chen Ming fell silent. He used to always argue with his father, but as he grew up, his father pampered him more and more, and he felt embarrassed to upset him.

Dad thought for a moment and said—

"Why don't you take the civil service exam? We'll study hard for a whole year and you'll pass."

"I……"

It's hard to argue with him; he just hates things like this. He's all grown up and still doesn't have the right to choose for himself. He thought that if he started working and earned some money, he could at least earn his parents' respect.

The result is wishful thinking.

He's not a child anymore.

But he still has a strange persistence.

In the back seat of the car, she looked at her husband, patted his head, and said—

"What are you doing? Don't you dare bully my son."

"What... he bullied me first, and you're taking his side."

"They're taking sides."

"Am I more important or my son?"

"Honey, some truths can be very hurtful when spoken."

"..."

You can tell at a glance what kind of position Dad holds in the family.

He clicked his tongue, looked at Chen Ming, and said—

"Do you want to go somewhere to work?"

"No."

“Look, you haven’t made any plans. I’ve just pointed you in two directions. If all else fails, you can go to your sister’s place.”

"I can't do that. Her place is a high-tech base. What would someone like me, from an education background, do there? Just serve tea and water and coast along?"

It seems like just getting by isn't so bad.

No, no, no, I can't be too lazy. How can a college student be so unambitious?

Well, now I should say college graduates.

Dad's eyes lit up, and he said—