The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 157

Just when Situ Qingshen was about to get out of bed to get a handkerchief for Feng Qingcheng, he realized in shock: Oh no, how could a little girl influence his emotions that he has always managed so well?And he only found out now.

　
　
His complexion changed slightly, but he still went to the cabinet behind the screen and took out a handkerchief, turned around, and walked towards Feng Qingcheng gently.

　
　
"Here, here you are." Situ Qingshen handed the small pink handkerchief in his hand to Feng Qingcheng and said.

　
　
The girl took it with her hand, then wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully, then put the handkerchief on the table beside the big bed, her gaze swept around, and finally fell on Situ Qingshen's face, with a clear, pale pink face. Lips like cherry blossoms moved lightly: "Is there anything else?"

　
　
The man touched his nose, then nodded: "Well, after you take a bath, I'll take you to a place to make hospital clothes, um... it's hospital clothes!"

　
　
Feng Qingcheng rested her chin on her hand, tapped her fingers a few times, rolled her dark eyes thoughtfully, and asked, "What is a hospital uniform?"

　
　
"Each school uniform represents every college. Although Fengwu Academy is quite dilapidated now, it also had a heyday. It is an orthodox college in Fengcheng. Therefore, as long as you are a student of Fengwu Academy, you must have an exclusive Fengwu Academy. The college uniform." Situ Qingshen explained patiently.

　
　
"Oh." Feng Qingcheng replied lightly, and she also had a score for Fengwu Academy in her heart. Moreover, judging from what Situ Qingshen said just now, "but there was a heyday", she had a hunch that she was going to find The reason why the stunning woman in the dream let her come to Fengwu Academy has to start from this "heyday".

　
　
In the room, it suddenly became quiet.

　
　
The two people, one big and one small, are both absent-minded and thinking about their own affairs.

　
　
The faint red light fell on the smooth ground, and there was a strange loneliness
　
　
　
　
Night. Slightly cool.

　
　
The vast and boundless night sky was pitch black as if it had been splashed with ink.

　
　
Countless stars twinkle and twinkle, embellishing the extremely monotonous night sky.

　
　
The moon is as cool as water, shining on all parts of the world, casting shallow shadows.

　
　
Now it is the night in Fengcheng, more or less lanterns are hung on the streets and alleys, illuminating every place, it is bright.

　
　
Situ Qingshen led Feng Qingcheng around the bustling crowd and walked through several alleys. Finally, the two of them stopped in front of an inconspicuous small house.

　
　
Situ Qingshen walked to the door, raised his hand, knocked on the closed wooden door, and asked softly, "Old Deng, are you there?"

　
　
Feng Qingcheng took the opportunity to look at the inconspicuous little house in front of her.

　
　
Not to mention inconspicuous, in fact not inconspicuous.

　
　
Judging from the walls of this small house, it can be seen that it has been some years.

　
　
Secondly, this room is really small. Feng Qingcheng guessed that it must be less than fifty square meters!

　
　
When Feng Qingcheng was looking at the house, he heard the sound of the wooden door opening.

　
　
Feng Qingcheng raised her eyes and looked at the old man standing at the door——the silver hair was very conspicuous, and the square face was covered with wrinkles. At first glance, it looked a little scary.

　
　
His skin was darker, which made the silver hair whiter, and at the same time, made his skin darker.

　
　
Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a sense of vicissitudes.

(End of this chapter)