Hypocritical Adonis

After running the toilet five times, Xia Li collapsed completely and went to ask Teacher Yang for leave.

The second middle school is a boarding system, which has strict regulations on access control, especially when the school is only started. It is even more difficult to ask for leave.

Qi Cheng waited outside the back door of the classroom, leaning against the wall and waiting for him to return. When Xia Li came back with the leave card, he took his wallet and accompanied him to the direction of the school hospital.

On the way will pass the student playground. There was a group of people playing basketball in the morning. The players saw them and dragged the sweaty forward sleeves. "Hey, Qi Zhong, who do you think it is?"

Qi Zhong pulled up the hem of his jacket and rubbed his head to wipe his sweat. The heat steamed with his muscles. "Who?"

He wiped off his sweat before looking in the direction of his teammates, and Qi Cheng and Xia Li were about to walk out of the playground. He immediately snapped and pulled up to catch up.

The friends who played together kept up with them.

Qi Cheng and Xia Li, who heard the footsteps, stopped and saw Qi Zhong rushing in front of them as soon as they turned around.

"Stop me, Qi Cheng!" Qi Zhong grabbed Qi Cheng's neckline, and his angry face concealed his anger. "If you have something, just repeat what I said to Zhou Die in my face!"

Qi Cheng looked down at his hand, raised his hand to hold his wrist, and broke his finger to rescue his neckline for the second time.

Qi Zhong's back had stretched awful green muscles on his back, his fingers were broken apart, and his skin was steamed into red under extreme force. His face was blue, and he didn't expect the other party's strength to be so great.

The neckline protected the collarbone again, and Qi Cheng took a step back to escape from the heat brought by Qi Zhong.

"I told her," he smoothed his clothes with one hand. "There are more than one surnamed Qi in the school. You can find someone who is interested in you. That person can also be surnamed Qi."

"Why did you find you? Your surname is Qi?"

Qi Zhong's lips curled in a straight line, his arms pressed harder, his muscles bulged, and his emotions pressed, "What's my surname, don't you know?"

The friends who trot behind him finally arrived with a wave of enthusiasm, and there were a large number of people. Xia Li shouted weakly covering her stomach, "Qi Cheng."

Qi Cheng let go of Qi Zhong's hand.

Qi Zhonghuo stared at him fiercely. He was tall and big. In the early autumn morning, he was only wearing a school uniform. When the wind blew, he brought the sweat that swept over him, and he was like a threatening fireworks. Taste, "Let me see you walking with Zhou Die again, I will see you and block you once."

Qi Cheng had lifted Xia Li, just like he didn't hear him, leaving the playground under the stare of him and a group of people behind him.

"Fuck," embarrassed, Qi Zhong took the mineral water and grunted it down, using the drinking water as a cover-up, his eyes did not move together, and chuckled, "Little white face."

school clinic.

Xia Li's luck was really bad. When they arrived, the doctor on duty had left in a dusty manner. A white note was posted on the sliding door, which said, "The doctor who arrives after the shift arrives in ten minutes. Please wait patiently. a bit."

"Aw," Xia Li howled, "I'm too unlucky!"

In a ten-minute break, Qi Cheng watched as he squatted on the ground with his stomach covered. He walked up to the cabinet and took out a plate of medicine according to the advice given by the internet doctor, and poured another cup of warm water.

Xia Li was dripping with sweat, "Is it useful?"

"Try it," Qi Cheng raised her lips, "Anyway, she won't die."

"..." Xia Li still took the medicine.

Even before eating, the sliding door was pulled out, and a cold voice sounded, "Before the screening of the disease, it is not recommended to use medical treatment."

The doctor in a white coat walked into the infirmary, glanced at them, and walked to the desk, pulling out a pair of brand new gloves from the drawer, "Come here."

The slender fingers were put on gloves, and the meticulous doctor who wrote all over him looked serious and indifferent. Xia Li walked to him and sat down, Qi Cheng stood beside, looking at them with his hands in his pockets.

The doctor pressed a few places on Xia Li's abdomen, and stopped until Xia Li's face changed and shouted. He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can before asking: "What did you eat in the morning."

"Bun soy milk." Qi Cheng changed his posture and said for Xia Li.

The doctor turned to look at him, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Qi Cheng smiled, "This time."

The doctor nodded, changed a new pair of gloves, and took the medicine from the medicine cabinet.

I don't know if I saw the comfort in the doctor's heart. Xia Li really felt that it was not as painful as before. He took advantage of the doctor's back to them and whispered to Qi Cheng, "Just clean."

Qi Cheng heard the words and turned his attention to the doctor.

It was clean, and there was no dust on the leather shoes. The black hair was covered with hair spray and there was no mess.

Looking at the old fashioned and indifferent.

"Come here," the doctor pointed to him sideways, and his face was like a quagmire. "Help me cut the medicine bag."

Qi Cheng stood upright, took his hand from his trouser pocket, and took the medicine before walking to the medicine cabinet, but his hand was grabbed by the doctor. The doctor glanced at him lightly, took out an alcohol wipe and wiped it for him, took out a pair of gloves, and brought it to Qi Cheng himself.

The medical gloves are light and skin-tight and not very easy to wear. From the finger to the back of the hand, from the tip of the finger to the crack of the finger, the doctor does not let go of every inch of skin, and he smoothes out every wrinkle slowly.

But Qi Cheng has long fingers, and finally reveals the back of half of his hand.

After putting him on the gloves, the doctor stepped back, raised his chin, and motioned him to continue.

Qi Cheng took the medicine bag, tore a small mouth and poured it into hot water, stirring it with hot air. The granules turned the water into dark brown, exuding a bitter and sweet smell.

Xia Li didn't know when he came to him and asked with a bitter face: "Doctor, how many times a day should I drink?"

The doctor looked away from the potion, "3 times."

The language was so concise that Xia Li spoke up, and was embarrassed to ask him why he had a stomachache.

Ten minutes after drinking the medicine, Qi Cheng asked him, "How is it?"

"It's better," Xia Li touched her stomach. "I don't know if it's a medicine problem or a psychological effect."

Qi Cheng was so funny that he took out his wallet from his side pocket, his index finger and **** reached into the wallet, and took out a bill from inside.

The doctor glanced at his wallet, "No cash."

Qi Cheng had a meal, and then took out his phone from his school uniform jacket. The doctor showed him the QR code on his mobile phone, but after scanning it, he didn't pay the page, but the other party's WeChat.

The WeChat avatar is a man's facial outline on a dark background, with smooth lines and a straight nose. There is only one "." in the nickname as the name.

Qi Cheng raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Sweep it." The doctor's face remained unchanged.

Qi Cheng sweeped, sent him an application for addition, and then took out a red ticket from his wallet and placed it on the glass counter.

When Xia Li followed him out of the hospital, it was a pity, "That's a hundred oceans, Qi Cheng, you are really a loser, and the medicine I drank suffocated thirty yuan."

"Distressed?"

"Distressed." Xia Li nodded.

"I am distressed and pay me a hundred dollars," Qi Cheng slowly put on his coat, and it is not yet time for get out of class, so there are few people on the entire campus, "Don't eat my soft meal."

The school hospital is behind the restaurant, and it takes ten minutes to walk to the teaching area. Xia Li hummed, "I want to eat soft rice. I sigh everyday. Why didn't the rich woman wrap me up?"

He looked at Qi Cheng with envy and jealousy, "How come there are rich wives willing to support you, aren't you a little handsome than me?"

Qi Cheng, "I call her mother."

"Mother stepmother," Xia Li, "all rich women."

The back door of the school is near the school hospital. When they passed this film, they saw someone escaping through the wall of the back door.

The man was wearing a school uniform and was also a student. His movements over the wall were neat and clean, his long legs kicked, and he instantly sat on the wall. At such a long distance, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the violent momentum that no one should enter Knowing that he is not a good stubble.

But when the man turned over the wall, something fell on the grass inside the wall. Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked up. Xia Li could only follow him, hiding behind him carefully.

In the grass was a pack of cigarettes that was almost gone, and there was only one left. The brand was Yuxi. Qi Cheng picked up the pack of cigarettes and glanced at the high wall.

He is one meter eight and seven, and the wall is two meters six.

Someone across the wall cursed lowly, his voice hoarse, "Fuck."

Qi Cheng took out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, pulled out the lighter from his pocket, and turned his head to block the wind to light the cigarette butts.

The handsome boys light cigarettes, with a **** and charming charm, young and tall, clean. Qi Cheng held a cigarette in his hand and exhaled a smoggy mist, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yuxi has always been loved by the old smokers, soft and smooth, full of aroma, Qi Cheng Chao Xia Li reached out his hand, "money."

Xia Li was wary, "I don't have that much money on me."

"One dollar bill." Qi Cheng shook off the soot.

Xia Li pouted and gave him a dollar.

The boys who skipped class outside the wall heard their voice, "Hey, the people inside."

His tone was impatient, his throat was soaked in smoke, and he was so dumb that he sounded nice, "Throw the smoke over."

Qi Cheng rolled a dollar banknote into a long strip and put it in a cigarette case, then raised his arm and threw it out of the wall.

Xia Limu looked at his operation with a face, and Qi Cheng, who was hooked by the corner of his lips, walked to the teaching area with his shoulders.

Wu Yuan, who was standing outside the wall, stood upright and looked at the cigarette case in gloom.

When the cigarette case fell to the ground, it had been broken open, and the empty square box contained neatly rolled green banknotes.

Posing his last cigarette with a dollar.

Oh shit.

He pressed his thin lips down.

court death.

When they entered the classroom halfway, they took teacher Yang's class.

Mr. Yang teaches Chinese, and his level is very good. He will now take the students through the Chinese classics and see them come in and signal them to sit down. After class, they have time to ask: "How is Xia Li feeling now?"

Qi Cheng leaned on his chin and looked at a small piece of activity square outside the classroom, listening to Xia Li and Teacher Yang talking next to each other.

Xu Ning, who was at the same table with her, turned her head and listened. After Xia Li finished speaking, she asked a few questions immediately, which made Teacher Yang unable to move, and more and more students came around to listen.

Most of them are together, but Mr. Yang is very happy, and the more he speaks, the more excited he is. “It’s difficult to read classical Chinese without first reading. In fact, after reading more, you will find it particularly interesting. No matter whether it is homesickness or patriotism, or the love and love you are talking about now, the ancients did not say nothing but just spoke more subtly and beautifully, which only reflected the strong feelings they wanted to express."

The students laughed, "Old Yang, would you give an example?"

Qi Cheng smiled and said, joking together, "Mr. Yang, if you want to express your love for me, which ancient sentence do you want to use?"

"Nonsense!" Teacher Yang pretended to be angry, "Is your kid tickling again?"

The people around laughed and gave Qi Cheng his fingers.

The person who likes to tease old Yang the most in the class is Qi Cheng.

Even the old Yang who was joking was never really angry with him, and no one thought Qi Cheng was bad.

He had been a model, he was handsome, and he was very helpful. According to what he is saying now, he can’t be too exaggerated.

The girls in Class 3 did see him as a male god.

How can such a person speak badly and have a good temper?