Hypocritical Adonis

Because of this spring dream, Qi Zhong saw Qi Cheng's achievements for a few days and would look where he shouldn't. He was sometimes caught by Wu You to play. Qi Cheng passed by and he would forget his hand movements. Stupidly smashed his head.

Wu You finally couldn't help it, pulled him to the side of the road and sat down, asking, "What the **** is going on with you?"

"What?" Qi Zhong's gaze chased Qi Cheng further and further away. After Qi Cheng's back disappeared, Qi Zhong recovered his mind and said, "That's right, this week's exam, I won't play today, don't call me next time ."

"..." Wu You. "No, how long can playing take you up, Qi Zhong, have you become too fast?"

"Before you were learning, you were still angry, and it was uncomfortable if you didn't touch the basketball. The **** said that you need to combine work and rest. How are you completely changed now?" Wu You said a lot, "Before I studied hard, I walked While reading a book, I went to Class 3 in the evening to find Qi Cheng for your tutoring. You see how you are now. Just now you are still staring at Qi Cheng..."

Qi Zhong's ears were empty, looking at the end of the path beside the basketball court.

Qi Cheng and Xia Li came back again, bought a bottle of water at the vending machine, Qi Cheng seemed to feel something, looked back, then waved with one hand.

He stood heroically, casually, but relaxed and handsome.

Qi Zhong also waved at him, and when the two of them disappeared completely, he returned to God and asked Wu You around him, "What did you just say?"

Wu You was silent for a while, and then looked at him deeply, "Qi Zhong, wouldn't you like Qi Cheng?"

Qi Cheng was waiting for Qi Zhong to come to ask questions during the evening study.

He was used to it and didn't think there was any problem with it, but in the eyes of class 3 students, it was really weirder than the sky.

But after waiting for a lesson, he finished writing a hundred words, and Qi Zhong still didn't come.

After class, Qi Cheng went out to ventilate and looked up at the location on the fourth floor.

He squeezed his lips again and shifted his eyes restraintly.

The head teacher of Class 4 next door saw him and beckoned, "Qi Cheng, you go to my office to help me get my homework, and it's on the left side of the desk."

"Okay." Qi Cheng nodded and went to the office.

No one was in the office. When Qi Cheng came out, he ran into Chi Yan who came over and took his homework.

Qi Cheng happened to be waiting to walk away with him, Chi Yan held his homework, and with his free hand pushed his eyes, "Tomorrow is the monthly exam."

Qi Cheng hummed.

"Let's compare again," Chi Yan smiled slightly, "Qi Cheng, you can almost reach the top ten of your age."

He basically made sure that Qi Cheng would agree, but Qi Cheng shook his head, "No, this time I can't lift it."

Chi Yan was so funny, "Can't you mention the exam?"

He only knew that this was Qi Cheng's laziness.

Going to the stairway, Qi Cheng turned his eyes upward. This eye was captured by Chi Yan. Chi Yan continued the topic just now, and his voice was soft, "Qi Cheng, and the college entrance examination for the past six months, now I have a good habit of answering questions seriously. During the college entrance exam, you won’t lose points because of your habit."

Qi Cheng, "This time it doesn't matter."

Their classes are different, Qi Cheng went to Class 4, but Chi Yan stood there and didn't recover.

Qi Cheng was not a time when he didn't want to do homework, but as long as he said a few words, Qi Cheng would still finish his homework.

But now... Chi Yan frowned, still not wanting him to treat the exam as a joke.

It's almost time for get out of class, and he plans to have a good conversation with Qi Cheng later in the evening. Obviously, Qi’s achievements were extremely coordinated in the last time, and facts have proved that if Qi Cheng is serious, his strength cannot be underestimated. Chi Yan hopes that he will take each exam and homework seriously.

Qi Cheng returned to his class after finishing his homework. The pot of tobacco on the window sill rose a lot. Xia Li said that he would not be able to put this pot of flowers in the classroom after a while.

When he saw the potted flower, he thought of Qi Zhong, frowned, and moved the flower outside to the ground, not bothered by sight.

Put it outside the window. When the class was over, Qi Cheng put down his pen and looked at the flowers and leaves outside.

From this point of view, it is possible to look at the flowers and not be removed by others.

The flower bloomed at more than seven o'clock, and it is still on now. Qi Cheng turned his head and continued to take the pen to make the paper.

When Qi Zhong secretly ran out of the class, he saw the scene of the potted flowers outside.

he:"……"

Bending over and sliding under the window, Qi Zhong felt the flowers and leaves, "Hey, Qi Cheng, what's going on with this flower."

Can you cherish! Yesterday was in the house, and today it becomes the owner's needless and no master.

Qi Cheng's hand writing the paper shook with his sudden voice, "...fuck."

The answer shook into a twisted character.

"Don't be so sudden next time you speak," Qi Cheng whispered into the window, "What about people?"

Qi Zhong straightened up slightly, revealing his eyes, with condemnation still in his eyes, "Flower."

"The flowers were sent by Wu You. What's your problem?" Qi Cheng blocked him with this remark, and Qi Zhong was blocked.

Qi Cheng raised her lips and patted Xia Li's back. Xia Li, "Why?"

"I'm going out," Qi Cheng shook his hand in front of him, "Send it to Lao Yang."

"...I don't give it away after class, I have to give it to class," Xia Li got up and let him pass, vomiting, "I don't think you want to go to class."

Qi Chengguang and Zhengda went out from the back door, Qi Zhong was wiping the flower pots for the tobacco flowers, especially distressed look.

He walked over and squatted to the side, "Hey."

Qi Zhong was terrified directly.

Qi Chengxiao rolled his eyes and got up and walked to the office. Qi Zhong couldn't care about any flowers, and ran to catch up with him, and kept talking, "Since it is a flower sent by someone, then you have to protect it. What if such a beautiful flower was stolen outside?"

He said, following Qi Cheng, "Are you going to the office?"

Qi Cheng just stopped on the stairway, "Monthly exam tomorrow."

"So this class ends at half a hour," Qi Zhong said, "I went to class and I ran down to find you."

He was persuaded by Wu You for the whole afternoon and evening. Wu You talked dryly, Qi Zhong's head was straight, no one could convince anyone, and finally Qi Zhong was annoyed and escaped from class.

"That Wu You," he asked pretendingly, "Who gave you flowers, man?"

Qi Cheng couldn't help but smile, "You really don't know who Wu You is? You don't have a class with him."

Qi Zhong stiffened, and pretended to be overdone.

"I'm too lazy to know some people in this class," Qi Zhongyang raised his chin. "If anyone wants me to know everything, don't I want to be exhausted."

Qi Cheng murmured and asked again: "I'm going to hand in my homework, what do you follow?"

Qi Zhong frowned.

Qi Cheng, the head teacher of his class, specifically told him to write about things. After all, he came cheeky to make up for lessons a few days ago. Every time Qi Cheng gave homework, he had to be taught for more than ten minutes.

It’s good for ten minutes.

But because of the monthly exam tomorrow, the evening self-study of the last class is only the first half of the class. The second half of the class will be arranged in the examination room. The 45-minute class will be divided into two halves. After the class, he will not see anyone. These ten minutes Can't wait for the time.

"I'll get up with you," Qi Zhong said, "just a few questions will not."

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, said nothing, and followed him to the office.

The door of Mr. Yang’s office was half closed, and Qi Zhong was about to follow Qi Cheng to open the door, but as soon as his hand reached out, Qi Cheng was dragged and rushed into the tree beside the teaching building.

Qi Cheng laughed silently on his knees, and Qi Zhong was a little stunned, "Aren't you going to talk?"

"No more," Qi Cheng whispered, "I will pay it after class, and Teacher Yang will not waste my ten minutes."

There are several big trees on this side of the teaching building. Next to the tree is a corridor. The hollow corridor is planted with grass that climbs the wall. The hanging branches and leaves become curtains on both sides, blocking the moonlight.

The two of them sat on the stone benches in the corridor, and Qi Zhong felt quite touched, "I didn't expect that one day, I would even skip class with you."

Because of this sentence, Qi Cheng remembered the first meeting, "I didn't let Zhou Die fool you."

Qi Zhong knew, "If you don't fight, you don't know each other."

It is very strange that the two of them were still sleeping on the bed before, but now sitting alone on the block chatting, they felt uncomfortable.

Qi Cheng looked into the distance, "How much can you improve tomorrow's monthly exam?"

Qi Zhongyu Guang peeped at him and said at the same time, "Is it cold?"

The two were stunned and answered at the same time, "I don't know."

"not cold."

The atmosphere was awkward for a second.

"Take a good exam," Qi Cheng glanced at his eyes, jokingly, "After all, I've taught people, don't embarrass me."

Qi Zhong’s hand was blown into a fist by this sentence, “Don’t mention you if you’re bad, you’re good at blowing your test, right?”

Qi Chengle nodded affirmatively, "Yes!"

"Hey," Qi Zhong also smiled. "Then I have to think about the bragging lines. Let me put it this way. The teacher said that the progress rankings taught in the first ten years of age are good."

"Not the top ten of age." Qi Cheng corrected.

"What should I do? The top ten years old sounded louder and deserved the name of my handsome Qi Qi," Qi Zhong touched his chin and suddenly reached out to him. "Aren't you cold? I'm cold, keep me warm Warm your hands."

The hand with clear bones was handed over, and Qi Cheng remembered the way these hands brushed the bowl.

He grunted, stretched out his hand from his pocket, and held it, "Your hand is hotter than mine."

"My heat is spreading to you, so it's colder," Qi Zhong said nonsense on the basis of his own knowledge. "Good conductor of heat, balance of heat and heat, okay?"

"And I'm here to cheer you on," Qi Zhong coughed. For the first time, he dared to obey his heart, inserting five fingers into Qi Cheng's fingers, and filling his fingers with the other's hands. Nothing else, "If I can improve 21 places, then I will give you a fraction, let you go forward to the top ten."

Qi Chengdao: "Good and generous."

His eyes were fixed on the hands held by the two people. Qi Zhong's hands were hot and dry, and he held them comfortably in the autumn night.

The difference in skin color, against his hands, Qi Zhong's wheat color became darker.

His gaze staring at his hand made Qi Zhong feel a strong sense of shame, his face was still quiet, but his ears were already red, but the more he looked, the tighter Qi Zhong held.

"You can't make you progress too much," Qi Zhong laughed. "The first ten are enough, enough for me to brag."

"Okay, the top ten," Qi Cheng sighed. "You don't want me to be ashamed."

Qi Zhong is very confident, "This countdown will definitely not count me."

Qi Cheng was amused by his expression, and suddenly agreed that it would not be so difficult to take the exam tomorrow.

To give Qi Zhong a bragging name is also bragging to himself.

It feels good.