Hypocritical Adonis

If a question is very simple for a person, the steps written down over and over are just a waste of time, and may even be boring.

Qi Cheng's voice was not high or low, and it happened that the whole class could hear it.

The trivial inscriptions are very expensive, and the three possible ways are arranged one by one, and the blackboard that has just been wiped is full again.

Qi Cheng wrote a step, Qi Zhong also bowed his head and followed.

He didn’t understand a sentence, Qi Zhong asked the female student next to him, "Did he save steps again?"

"No," the female classmate, "it's very detailed!"

Okay, this time he didn't understand.

Qi Zhong's expression changed a lot, but he still duped down and copied everything Qi Cheng wrote.

After the basic questions are finished, the remaining two questions are deformed. Qi Cheng used the speed of Chi Yan at the beginning, he only talked about these three questions in a 45-minute class.

Looking down from the podium, at least half of the people who listened to it were on the brink of seemingly incomprehensible and understanding and would not do it alone.

Qi Zhong moved the stool and took the paper to return to his seat after class. Wu You probed it. Qi Zhong had already filled the paper with positive and negative papers on both sides, which was not enough. He borrowed it from others. Sheet of paper.

The people in the classroom had packed up and left, and in a blink of an eye, there was only Qi Cheng wiping the blackboard.

Qi Zhong put the things down and walked behind him, picked up another eraser and wiped it with him.

Bandages were attached to the wounds on his face. The young man's ability to recover is strong, and his appearance is still bright.

Qi Cheng, "I thought you would hate me."

Sometimes before going to bed, Qi Cheng would unconsciously think of his eyes in front of the door of the infirmary, and the obscure expression on the corridor when the black cloud was over the city.

Hearing this, Qi Zhong's mouth twitched, "You're so **** heartless."

But the voice was too low for Qi Cheng to hear clearly, and he turned to look at Qi Zhong's profile, "What?"

Qi Zhong did not speak, and continued to wipe the blackboard with him.

The two wiped from left to right together, and the distance gradually approached. When the hand was about to touch the hand, Qi Zhong suddenly threw away the blackboard eraser and grabbed Qi Cheng's hand.

Qi Cheng's fingers are slender, because he has done a hand model and his skin tone is just right.

Qi Zhong's hand is rougher than him, darker in color, palm hot, and cocoon.

The blackboard rubbed down and made a noise, and the white chalk scattered around.

Wu You suddenly looked up at the sound source, his mouth wide open in shock.

"Qi Cheng," Qi Zhong said, "do you have anyone you like?"

Qi Cheng's strength was greater than that of him. He had just pulled out his hand, but Qi Zhong increased his strength alertly. He turned his face to the side, and his dark eyes fixed on Qi Cheng.

"No," Qi Cheng looked into his eyes and stopped his movements. "No one likes."

"Huh." Qi Zhong responded, but still looked at him.

This guy doesn't know when it started to change. The arrogance of outgoing is still outgoing, but it has become more sensitive and strong in certain things.

There was a stunning feeling that matured overnight, as if nothing had changed.

Wu You couldn't hold back her voice: "Why do you hold your hand?"

Qi Cheng pulled out his hand, then bent down to pick up the blackboard eraser, and after a few laps in his hand, put it down, "Do you know you are taking advantage of me?"

Qi Zhong slowly lowered his hand, so he looked at Qi Cheng.

Here again, that feeling.

Chi Yan walked in from the back door, sorted out his information and looked up, "Qi Cheng, are you going?"

Qi Cheng clapped his hands and missed Qi Zhong off the rostrum and walked towards Chi Yan, "Go."

Qi Zhong maintained his posture until Qi Cheng went out and said goodbye to them with a smile.

Wu You opened his chair and ran towards Qi Zhong. "You are sick. You."

"What were you doing just now!"

Qi Zhong finally moved, he touched the wound on his face.

"Wu You," said the same as the rogue, "Why is Qi Cheng's hand so beautiful."

Chi Yan and Qi Cheng's things are still in the office. After the two people have taken things, only three or two of the bright classrooms in the teaching building exist.

When Qi Cheng left the office, he glanced upstairs, and the classrooms on the fourth floor were all dark. Chi Yan walked beside him, "Go?"

Chi Yan's figure is as thin as a young man's, but he is very tall. The moonlight hit him, making his clean temperament more outstanding.

The two men walked to the dormitory in the moonlight, Qi Cheng asked: "Do you need to speak in the morning of the school day?"

Chi Yan nodded and frowned, "The teacher asked me to try to bring contact lenses."

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Chi Yan Yu Guang noticed the expression on his face, "Chang Yao of your class, he..."

However, Xueba, who never speaks bad things behind his back, paused and changed his mouth: "How is his camera?"

"It should be fine," Qi Cheng. "Wait for him to turn on and watch."

Chi Yan sighed and sighed softly.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly looked up at Qi Cheng, "Do you think it's appropriate for me to wear glasses, or contact lenses?"

It is said that the eyes of people with glasses all year round will be deformed, but the shape of Chi Yan’s eyes is still very good. The end of the eye is light, with a faint and scattered blush, and the mole of tears is at the end of the eye. affection.

Qi Cheng looked at his facial features, "Both are fine."

He smiled, "It's all pretty."

Chi Yan's throat knot rolled slightly, and his ears were hot on his side: "Well."

A few days before the celebration, the whole school was busy.

The class meeting inside the class started one after another, and the cleaning was over and over again. Qi Cheng had seen Wu Yuan leading people to smoke and smoke at the flower bed in the small square, the brow bones were sinking, and his face was shady. Many people dare not approach the flower bed.

Why is his face so ugly, because Wu Yuan can't get out.

The closer to the school celebration, the stricter the school management.

Lao Bao even stared at Wu Yuan.

Qi Cheng nodded toward Wu Yuan from afar, holding in his arms the language assignment he had just handed in from the class. Xu Ning had a stomachache and asked him to help give the assignment to Teacher Yang.

Wu Yuan also saw him, smothered the smoke, and got up and walked in his direction.

Qi Cheng saw that he was coming, and stood waiting for him.

The first sentence after Wu Yuan came over was, "That big star, has he come to you again."

"No," Qi Cheng smiled. "How can a busy person like Lang Bai appear often."

"You've also been a model," Wu Yuan couldn't see any emotions, and his eyes were flat. "Are you going to take this path in the future?"

"Of course not," Qi Cheng looked very happy, "Wu Yuan, hand model and model, the difference is still very big."

Wu Yuan was shocked, and turned out to be a hand model.

"So what do you want to do in the future," Wu Yuan continued to ask the previous question, "what university do you want to apply for."

One question after another, Qi Cheng looked at him thoughtfully. Under his eyes, Wu Yuan smiled instead, "Can't answer?"

"How did you suddenly ask these questions?" Qi Cheng coughed, feeling uncomfortable in his throat. "You have to start planning for the future?"

Wu Yuan shouted at random.

He stopped and waited at the door of the office, Qi Cheng went in to hand in his homework.

After Qi Cheng returned to the class after finishing his homework, Xu Ning thanked him pale, and Xia Li secretly sighed, "Girls are so hard."

Qi Cheng squeezed his throat and nodded with a frown.

Because of his uncomfortable throat, he slept on the table for an afternoon. When Xia Li called out at night, he found Qi Cheng had something wrong.

I have a fever.

Xia Li tried the temperature and was so hot that he withdrew his hand. He patted Qi Cheng's face and pulled him up from his position before Qi Cheng recovered.

"What's wrong with me," he asked hoarsely.

"You have a fever," Xia Li told Zhu Fan. "You take him to the hospital first, and I will ask for leave."

The two soldiers split their heads, and Zhu Fan took Qi Cheng to the hospital, talking all the way, "Is it true that I slept last night without a quilt. I have recently started to cool down. I must cover the quilt at night, otherwise I would wake up in the morning Easy to catch a cold."

"You are fine at noon, it is estimated that you have a fever before going to bed in the afternoon."

Qi Cheng listened to him expressionlessly.

But by looking closely at his eyes, he knew that he hadn't listened to anything now, and he was confused and godless.

In the infirmary, Gu Huai was about to change hands with the next doctor.

He is very busy these days. The number of patients in the First Hospital of City A has surged recently. As a result, he has not had time to sit in the second middle school.

Now it's time to have time, and it's time to change shifts. Gu Huai was about to leave, and the door of the infirmary was opened. Zhu Fan shouted, "Doctor, my friend is getting hot!"

Qi Cheng was pulled in by him.

The doctor who changed shifts just wanted to get close, and saw Dr. Gu Huai strode over with a cold face, took the fever patient, and placed him on a chair.

Gu Huai frowned, and he didn't even have time to put on his white lab coat. He pulled out the thermometer and handed it to Qi Cheng. When Qi Cheng began to test his temperature, he asked coldly, "What's going on."

Zhu Fan wasn’t sure, “I’m going to sleep in the afternoon and get cold, or I didn’t cover my quilt last night.”

Qi Cheng looked at Gu Huai, "Doctor, sore throat."

He slammed his mouth, and his low voice made Gu Huai's expression even colder.

The doctor pursed his lips, but turned to take out a brand new paper cup and poured Qicheng a cup of warm water.

The shift doctor was busy and said, "Dr. Gu Huai, leave it to me, you get off work first."

"No longer," Gu Huai frowned tightly, "I will do it for you again."

The shift doctor looked strange, looked at the blue in Gu Huai's eyes, and agreed.

The young people are too hard. For the past few days, the city hospital can make it easier. Gu Huai was not used for the sit-down of the Second Middle School, but the result came, and now he will take over for him.

Although people are a bit cold, they are more dedicated than anyone else.