He’s So Sweet After Class

"You go there for a little sleep." Mo Lingqiu pushed Jiang Chenming, who hugged him very tightly, and asked him to retreat in the dark.

Jiang Chenming didn't listen to him. He still hugged him tightly and wrapped his legs around.

Mo Lingqiu's body stiffened and lay there motionless.

"We just got together, let me hug." Jiang Chenming's tone was full of smiles.

Seeing the bright eyes of the other party, Mo Lingqiu chose to compromise. Just hug it, anyway, it won't lose a piece of meat.

"Mr. Mo, I haven't told you about the manager of our team today." Jiang Chenming thought that Mo Lingqiu would suddenly lose his temper today. A large part of it might be due to the jealousy of that team's Omega manager. The other party specifically explained it, so he felt it necessary to explain.

"...What do you mean?" Mo Lingqiu didn't want to listen. Whenever he mentioned that Omega manager, he would unconsciously compare himself with that person. From looks to age, from personality to popularity, it is his age. Big and unpopular.

"He came to me some time ago and asked me to say sorry to you." Jiang Chenming wondered if Mo Lingqiu was having trouble with himself again, raised his hand and smoothed the hair on the back of his head. "He said his attitude when he saw you before. It’s not very good. I don’t like me anymore."

Mo Lingqiu didn't speak, but he certainly wouldn't care about a student who was much younger than himself. However, if you like this kind of thing, how can you say that you don't like it and you don't like it? Maybe just swallow the bitterness.

"Mr. Mo, the manager of our team is selected every year. In terms of ability, he is still quite good. However, I will pay attention to it in the future and try to keep a distance from him, so..."

"No." Mo Lingqiu interrupted him, "I...trust you."

When Jiang Chenming heard these words, his heart was full of sweetness: "My teacher Mo is the best."

Mo Lingqiu glared at him: "Sleep."

"Okay." Leaning in front of Mo Lingqiu, Jiang Chenming dropped a kiss on his forehead and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

After that, the intercollegiate basketball game proceeded in an orderly manner. After more than half a month of "fighting", the semifinal list was quickly set. Of course, the group with Jiang Chenming in the Department of Physical Education is on the list, and the remaining three teams are from the Department of Computer Science, Department of Chemistry, and Department of Architecture.

When Jiang Chenming saw the list of the three teams, he probably estimated the winning side in his heart. It's not a big problem, but it's a bit hard to fight if you encounter the Department of Architecture.

The Department of Architecture of Major A is a relatively well-known major. Almost everyone in this major is a master, and they will not lag behind in various activities, especially the basketball team, which is regarded as the signature of the Department of Architecture.

When Jiang Chenming was undergraduate, he was an old opponent with the basketball team of the Department of Architecture. Later, those players successively retired from the team, graduated and left school. Jiang Chenming played every year with a slightly different architecture team, winning by a narrow margin every year.

Jiang Chenming didn't care much about who the opponents were drawn in the draw, because he estimated that as long as the architecture basketball team didn't touch them, they would make it to the finals. If you run into them, just start the fight.

Facts have proved that God also wants to save the most exciting for the end. When Jiang Chenming was the representative of the online lottery, he was drawn to the Department of Chemistry.

The semi-final time is set at two o'clock in the afternoon on December 20th. Both courts will start at the same time. At that time, each court will have a whistle blower, a referee and a supervisor. The lineup is quite strong.

Mo Lingqiu initially agreed to Jiang Chenming to see it, but unfortunately, on December 18th, his teacher suddenly entered the emergency room.

Mo Lingqiu's mentor was an old professor whose surname was Cao who had always helped him before and occasionally gave him some pointers. Professor Cao is still alone and has no children. After he met Mo Lingqiu, he has always raised Mo Lingqiu as his own son.

Professor Cao had always had the old problem of high blood pressure before. Although it has dropped a lot in recent years, I didn’t know if it was packing up the house on the afternoon of the 18th. emergency room.

When Mo Lingqiu arrived at the hospital, his head was full of sweat.

The doctor came over to talk to him about the situation and told Professor Cao to stay in the hospital for a few days, depending on his recovery.

Mo Lingqiu responded again and again, paid the bill, and after an hour of tossing, he hurried into the ward to look after Professor Cao.

Professor Cao's face was pale, but he didn't look like a patient at all. He had a needle in his right hand to hang water, and his left hand was still turning a heavy book.

"Don't read it." Mo Lingqiu frowned and reached for a book.

Professor Cao took the book into his arms and avoided his hand: "I have nothing to do if I sit here."

"You are sick, you have to take a good rest." Mo Lingqiu saw his gray hair, he was so old and he didn't care about his body so much.

"Hey, sick or sick, sickness should always come." Professor Cao sighed, "I should be getting older."

"No, I told you not to drink tea before, you just drink a few pots." Mo Lingqiu is really helpless, and I don't know if people will become stubborn when they get older. He told Professor Cao a long time ago. Don't always drink strong tea. The other party just doesn't listen. Three pots a day are considered to be less.

"Stop, read a book." Professor Cao interrupted him and continued to read.

Mo Ling Qiushi was helpless. In the past six months, Professor Cao's body has become visibly unhealthy. The outsider of him was anxious, but the person in front of him looked indifferent.

"How about you and that... that kid with the surname Jiang?" Professor Cao read two lines and suddenly asked a question that caught Mo Lingqiu off guard.

"...How do you know?" Mo Lingqiu was surprised. Why did everyone know about him and Jiang Chenming?

"Fan Nian came to talk to me before, saying that you are already in love." Professor Cao finally put down the book, "Why? Didn't you tell the teacher? I think I'm too old to remember?"

"How come?" Mo Lingqiu said anxiously, "It's just that some time ago... the relationship was not stable enough."

"What about recently?"

"It's been much better these days." When Mo Lingqiu replied, there was a joy on his face that he couldn't even notice.

After falling in love with Jiang Chenming, Mo Lingqiu had a great change in some of his thoughts.

In the past, he always felt that he did not need one more person to influence his life. But with Jiang Chenming's participation, many things have become two people doing together. When you encounter unhappy things, you don't have to worry about whether you can tell it. You can tell Jiang Chenming.

Although Jiang Chenming was younger than himself, he was very mature in many things and would often put forward some suggestions that would make Mo Lingqiu come to realize.

Although Mo Lingqiu will be forbearing as always, he can feel that his mentality has become broadened recently.

Professor Cao looked at him with a meaningful expression: "A good thing, it is a good thing for you."

Mo Lingqiu was in a good mood when he heard the good words. But if you are in a good mood, you still have to do what you have to tell Professor Cao.

On the evening of the 18th, Mo Lingqiu personally went home and brought Professor Cao’s dinner to the hospital. Because the semi-finals were approaching, Jiang Chenming had not come back when Mo Lingqiu was cooking dinner at home. After he made it, he left an extra copy for the other party on the dining table in the living room.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Mo Lingqiu helped Professor Cao wash up and helped the old man back to the bed. He was on the sofa next to him and prepared to make do for the night.

Jiang Chenming happened to call in at this moment, and he could tell that the other party was in a good mood.

"Teacher Mo, I'm sorry, I came back late."

"I'm not at home."

"Well, I know, but I still have to report it." Jiang Chenming smiled, his right hand was stirring the cold porridge.

"Heat the porridge yourself."

"Okay." Jiang Chenming said "Okay", actually he had dug a spoonful of cold porridge and put it in his mouth.

The porridge was cooked and left outside for a while. Not only was it cold, it became very thick, and it was completely incomparable when it was just cooked.

Mo Lingqiu heard the voice over the phone, and said solemnly, "Are you going to eat without heat?"

Jiang Chenming, who was caught by the phone, wiped his mouth: "No, ‘ding’, did you hear it? It’s the sound of a microwave oven."

"...I will do just you." Who can't say "ding" in words?

"That's a sentence?" Jiang Chenming smiled, and he would definitely tease Mo Lingqiu when he seized the opportunity.

At this time, Mo Lingqiu was silent, knowing that he had been caught up in a routine.

"Teacher Mo, are you living in the hospital today?"

"Well, don't worry." Mo Lingqiu is really worried. Professor Cao is an "old naughty boy", at least on certain things, he wouldn't want to listen to the doctor.

"Then you remember to take a good rest, although it's unlikely." Jiang Chenming sighed, "Don't worry, I guess Professor Cao's body will be healthy again before I play in the semifinals."

"Yeah." Mo Lingqiu liked to hear these words.

Jiang Chenming chatted with him for a while, and finally ended the call with a "good night".

On the 19th, the attending doctor came to take Professor Cao's blood pressure twice again. There was a downward trend, but it was still very high.

"Let's stay a few more days, you know, the old man is not willing to be obedient."

"Yes." The doctors in this hospital and Professor Cao are both old acquaintances, and they all know his temperament, and Mo Lingqiu naturally knows better.

Because Professor Cao had to stay in the hospital for a few more days, Mo Lingqiu simply set up a small bed in the ward and also lived in the hospital.

On the afternoon of the 20th, Jiang Chenming finished the semi-final and won by 23 points. He advanced to the final. The opponent in the final was the architecture department. There was no suspense. People in the basketball team clamored to celebrate, but Jiang Chenming slipped away with excuses.

In the hospital, Mo Ling Qiudi did not know how many times he asked Professor Cao to put down his book and rest for a while.

While Professor Cao was playing tricks, the door of the ward was knocked.

Mo Lingqiu glanced at him: "I said that the doctor is coming for a while, but you still don't believe me. It's okay now, wait for him to teach you a while."

Professor Cao shook his head: "It's definitely not a doctor."

Mo Lingqiu didn't believe it, he really needed to come to personally treat Professor Cao and open the door excitedly. Outside the door, Jiang Chenming smiled brightly, carrying a lot of food and a bunch of flowers in his hand.

"Teacher Mo, it has been gone for several days."

Mo Lingqiu was stunned, and heard Professor Cao sitting on the hospital bed quietly saying, "I said it's not a doctor? Why don't you even recognize your boyfriend."

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Mo Lingqiu's face flushed, and angrily pulled Jiang Chenming into the ward.

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