Boss, his language is not good

Chapter 55 Mr. Shen

The nurse lady has also been working for several years, and it was the first time she saw a person who fainted from the injection act so calmly before the injection, so she couldn't help but look at Shen Bei more.

The boy is good-looking, with exquisite and three-dimensional facial features, and his peach eyes look even more romantic, but his face is firm and sharp, and his expression is always calm and stern, which neutralizes the softness and makes him look like a teenager. The spirit and the calmness of a young man are at the same time. The young man between the two temperaments has an unattainable charm.

This kind of him is completely different from him in front of that girl. All his softness and amorous feelings are given to that girl, and what is left to outsiders is probably only his indifferent edges and corners.

Nancheng held a glass of brown sugar water in his hand, but he didn't drink it as he slightly touched his lower lip.She stared at Shen Bei with a pair of eyes, and she casually threw aside the cotton ball on her arm that was used to stop the bleeding. The bleeding stopped, but there were signs of turning blue around the blood vessels.

She glanced at it and ignored it, and slowly put down her sleeves.

Others couldn't see that there was something wrong with Shen Beiwang, but she couldn't.The figure of the boy sitting on the stool seemed calm and calm, but Nancheng could see his stiffness and tension just from his back.

Shen Beiwang's sitting posture has never been so formal and serious. His most common sitting posture outside should be his knees separated by a natural distance, his hands resting on his knees, his back straight, and his body slightly forward, giving people a strong feeling. pressure.

This posture with a straight back, knees together, and even feet neatly together, is a bit like the sitting posture when he first met his parents. At that time, he was nervous.

Now, what is he nervous about?

Shen Beiwang's physical fitness is very good. In the two years since he came to N City, he hasn't been sick very much. Occasionally he has a small cold, and he only needs to take the medicine for two days to be alive and kicking.He almost forgot the involuntary feeling of weakness and panic when he got the injection.

The blood-drawing needle is a little different from the usual injection needle, it seems to be thicker, but the cold and sharp touch on the skin is exactly the same.

Shen Beiwang froze, he really wanted to act as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't.Every time he touches the needle, he seems to lose control of his body. Although his will is clear and firm, he still can't resist the weakness of his body.

He unconsciously wanted to take a look at Nancheng. The little girl was sitting there quietly, looking at him. She seemed to be taken aback when she saw him, and then she put down the paper cup in her hand. Frowning, she walked over to him.

The class that came in with the fifth class all had their blood drawn and went out, and two classes came in consecutively at the door of the lecture hall.

When Nancheng walked up to Shen Beiwang, the nurse hadn't even inserted the needle yet, and Shen Beiwang's muscles were too tense to pierce.

As soon as Nancheng passed by, he heard the little nurse say helplessly, "Student, relax!"

Shen Beiwang ignored her, and only looked at Nancheng fixedly, looking pitiful.

"Are you dizzy?"

"Hmm..." Shen Beiwang's voice was hoarse.

Nancheng has always been sick since she was a child, and she occasionally met patients with needle fainting in the hospital. She remembered a girl who fainted from needles to the point where she immediately rolled her eyes when she saw the needle pointing at her, and she really fainted .

Shen Beiwang's current situation is much better than that young lady back then.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Nancheng put one hand on Shen Beiwang's back and patted it lightly, while the other hand rested on his tensed arm and stroked it gently.

"Don't be too tense, relax."

Nancheng took off her coat before taking blood. Now she didn't unzip her coat, revealing the beige sweater inside.Shen Beiwang put an arm around Nancheng's waist, and buried his face in her soft sweater. When he thought of Nancheng's expression that was so calm and almost accustomed to taking injections and medicines, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

Nancheng is very afraid of pain, he knows it, so every time she gets an injection, she looks calm, not because she is not afraid, but because she is used to it.

Shen Beiwang rubbed his face against Nancheng's waist, a bit like little beasts licking each other's wounds and comforting each other.

The little nurse watched the interaction between the two with relish, and she was full of interest. She didn't recover until Nancheng signaled her to draw blood.

When the needle tip touched Shen Beiwang, he paused, his other hand wrapped around Nan Cheng's waist even tighter, and buried his face deeper into Nan Cheng's waist.

Lin Jinchu was originally very worried about his cousin. He was the only one who knew about his cousin fainting from the needle, but they are not in the same class now, and he couldn't even take care of his cousin later.

He stood in line outside and watched the people from Class [-] come out one by one, but he couldn't see his cousin. He was worried, but he didn't hear anything unexpected happened inside, so he could only worry secretly.

Finally, when it was their turn, as soon as he entered, he saw such a scene, and his mood suddenly changed from anxiety to citric acid. He snorted expressionlessly, turned his head and never looked over there again.

When the two of Nancheng walked away, the nurse's face was full of sobs, she kept drawing blood from the students with her hands, but she was gossiping about the indifferent lady next door.

"Students nowadays are amazing. Back then, we even kept our relationship secret, but he turned out to be aboveboard. Believe it or not, these two people are either because the school can't manage them, or their grades are particularly good!"

Another nurse glanced at her, and just when the nurse thought that the gossip would get a response, she said coldly, "Let's draw your blood."

Little nurse: "..." This is boring!
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When the countdown to the college entrance examination entered [-] days, the Thirteenth Middle School held the "Hundred-Day Swearing-in Meeting", also known as the "Hundred-day Mobilization Meeting" according to the usual practice.

Slogans more than ten meters long were pulled down from the auditorium. Inspiring words were printed on the large banners. The temporary rostrum was covered with bonsai flowers, which were full of flowers.

As the writer and reader of the oath, Nancheng stood in the center of the flower group, and every word was sonorous and forceful. Following the eagle soaring on the steep mountaintop presented on the background board behind him, he dropped the last syllable.

The auditorium, where nearly a thousand people were seated, was still somewhat empty, and the final harmony of all the students echoed in the auditorium, with a huge momentum and a long-lasting momentum.

Every student's heart can't help but surge with lofty ambition, a kind of courage and determination to work hard. Although this kind of mood may not last for a long time, it may not even serve as a support for unremitting hard work in the future, but at least in this one In the auditorium, at the moment when the last oath was uttered, what was shown was their truest and purest thoughts.

After the meeting, all classes left in an orderly manner. When they returned to their respective classrooms, they found a 100-day countdown calendar hung on the wall of the blackboard in the classroom. The bright red [-] on the top was eye-catching and stimulated everyone's nerves. .

"Hey, I said, can someone tear it up, I get a nervous headache when I see this 100 now."

The mobilization meeting for the college entrance examination has just been held, and the swear words are like a small leather whip with barbs, which unknowingly spurs their brains, makes their scalps tense, and even creates a feeling of wanting to go to school immediately. The urge to learn.

Now when they look up and see this bright red 100-day countdown, it is even more exciting that their scalps are tingling.

Shen Beiwang had just entered the classroom. Hearing this, he glanced over there, and then turned his footsteps. He had already reached the wall. He raised his hand, and with a "stab", the page with the countdown to 100 days was rejected without hesitation. torn off.

I don't know if it's because this is the first page, but Shen Beiwang found that the paper in his hand is more delicate than the rest of the paper, and the paper pattern and even the printing of the text are much better than other pages.

There is also a rhetorical inspirational phrase printed under the bright red 100: What kind of person do you want to be in ten years?

He stared at this sentence for a while, then carefully put the piece of paper into his pocket.

When Nancheng came back, Shen Beiwang was lying on the table to catch up on sleep. The college entrance examination was getting closer, and even they would inevitably feel mentally exhausted.She didn't wake him up, she walked past him carefully, and sat quietly in her seat.

Suddenly, a slender white finger with distinct bones protruded from the side, and the fingertip pressed against a rabbit made of paper, and slowly pushed it towards her.

Nancheng paused while arranging the test papers, turned his head, and saw the person who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, maintaining a deep sleep, looking at her with open eyes and a smile.

"what is this?"

Asked this question, but without hesitation, he directly picked up the paper-folded rabbit. Not to mention, apart from the strange color of the paper, the rabbit is quite cute overall, and I don't know how he folded it.

"Open it and have a look." There was a smile in Shen Beiwang's eyes, the sunlight outside the window fell on his face, and there was an indescribable tenderness.

This rabbit folded really well, and the folding technique was very complicated, Nan Cheng didn't dare to make too many moves, for fear of damaging this innocent piece of paper.It wasn't until the demolition was about the same that Nancheng realized what Shen Beiwang used to fold the rabbit.

She laughed at that time, and looked at him and smiled while smoothing out the crumpled paper. With a smile, she saw a line of words written with a black signature pen at the bottom of the calendar. The handwriting was What she is most familiar with is that the pen is aggressive, vigorous and powerful, but the words in her pen are gentle and affectionate.

'Mr. Shen who became Lu Nancheng alone. '

——What kind of person do you want to be ten years from now?

——Mr. Shen who became Lu Nancheng alone.

In life, when many women introduce their other half, they always say:
— This is my husband.

(End of this chapter)