Hypocritical Adonis

Qi Cheng saw Wu Yuan in his bed when he woke up in the morning.

Wu Yuan's face was bluish-violet and purple, and there were serious blue marks on her eyes. When she closed her eyes, she was still angry, as if she could open her eyes and do a big job at any time.

The brow bone is pressed, and the pressure is heavy.

Qi Cheng blinked, looked up at the window, and under the shade of the curtains, he could see that the sky outside was already slightly shining. He found the phone at the head of the bed and glanced at the time, only to realize that it was six o'clock in the morning.

I should get up and go to school now, but the bed is soft and sleepy.

Qi Cheng took a phone directly to Wu Yuan's face and snapped it to Teacher Yang. He wrote six words "Take care of the patient, ask for leave" and went to sleep again.

Wu Yuan was stimulated by the flashlight, frowning into the quilt, scolding and falling asleep.

When Wu Yuan woke up again, Qi Chengzheng comfortably played the phone against the pillow and glanced in his direction, "Woke up?"

The person who had been beaten to faint last night hadn't recovered. Wu Yuan covered his head and made it. The quilt slid to the waist and abdomen. He glanced at him, "Did you take off my clothes?"

There was a wound around his head, the meaning of the smoke was unclear, and the opening was like looking for something, but Wu Yuan was just embarrassed.

Qi Cheng turned off his mobile phone and asked, "Where do you put me in?"

Wu Yuan knew how dirty that body was, he frowned, and didn't speak anymore. After a while, he asked, "What about my cell phone?"

"On the coffee table next to the sofa," Qi Cheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts. He looked very casual and comfortable. This would raise his eyebrows and look at Wu Yuan. , I didn’t expect you to climb out of bed in the middle of the night."

Wu Yuan low and low, "Fuck."

Qi Cheng went out of the bedroom door to give Wu Yuan a place to dress.

Wu Yuan sat on the bed with his upper body naked. After only a minute, he recovered and got out of bed. Except for one of his underwear, he didn't even see the trace of his clothes. "Hey."

He walked to the door and brushed his own hair, his eyebrows were stiff and his hair was stiff, "Are there any clothes to wear?"

Qi Cheng's voice came from the bathroom, "You are free in the closet."

In the bedroom, there are three closets lined up on one wall. Wu Yuan opened one casually. In this closet, there were suits next to each other. Some of the clothes had not been removed from the label. He snorted, " Rich people."

After finally finding a casual clothes to put on, Qi Cheng had finished washing, sitting on the sofa and smoking.

His smoking posture is particularly beautiful, his fingers are clean, and his face is slightly tilted, and the sun outside illuminates the living room, making him shine in the bright light.

Wu Yuan looked at him against the wall.

Qi Cheng noticed his sight and turned his head to smile at him. "There are disposable toiletries in the bathroom."

Wu Yuan turned into the bathroom again.

When his face was stained with water, Qi Cheng's cigarette was almost at the end. Wu Yuan wiped his face cleanly, squinted, and sat next to him. He also smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case.

Without seeing the lighter, he simply moved closer and lit the smoke in his mouth with a half-cut of his mouth.

Qi Cheng snorted at him and smiled.

After getting the mobile phone, it was found that it was already half past eight. Wu Yuan didn't care about his absenteeism, but the person around him was obviously a good student. "Aren't you going to class?"

"Take a leave," Qi Cheng, "hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Wu Yuan ordered a take-out with his mobile phone and swallowed the clouds, "I paid the bill, thank you last night."

The person with the lower eyebrows is naturally cruel, Wu Yuan's facial features are cold and hard, showing that the young man turns to the mature one, which will flatten out with the cigarette tail, is talking to Qi Cheng. He played his part and cancelled it.

The takeaway arrived half an hour later. After the two had finished their meal, Wu Yuan planned to change into his clothes and leave.

Qi Cheng threw the clothes directly in the washing machine last night, and he let Wu Yuan take it by himself. Wu Yuan's eyes were weird, and he didn't seem to expect that he had washed his clothes. When he pulled out his clothes, the whole person froze in front of the washing machine.

A lot of money in his trouser pocket was also washed in the washing machine.

"..." Rare and diligent Qi Cheng paused, apologizing, "Sorry."

Wu Yuanyin glanced at him with a cheek, and he swallowed, "It's okay."

The clothes that had been boring all night in the washing machine were almost dry. Wu Yuan put on his clothes, then walked in front of Qi Cheng without expression, and paused: "borrow some money."

He was obviously determined after some ideological struggle, his expression was still slightly embarrassed, but his tone was very tough, unlike borrowing money, like robbery.

Qi Cheng took out his wallet and asked him, "How much?"

He was so simple, Wu Yuan slowed down for a while, before saying: "Five hundred."

The money was laundered and can be dried to go to the bank and be used again, but Wu Yuan now has no time.

Qi Cheng took out five red tickets and was about to hand them to him. He suddenly smiled, "You promised me something."

Wu Yuan frowned, "What."

"When I saw me at school," Qi Cheng couldn't help but laugh, "Remember to say hello to me, just three times, just say Hi."

It was clear that Wuyuan was playing. Wuyuan took a deep breath and agreed with black face.

Qi Cheng was not prepared to go to class after the bad school tyrants had left. He was lying on the sofa, and many people on the phone sent messages to ask him why he didn't come to class. He only returned messages from the group of roommates.

Three other people exploded in this round.

[Xia Li: You have gone lonely and died. I was empty next to me. I was asked more than 20 times a morning, all asking how you asked for leave]

[Qi Cheng: What did you say? ]

[Zhu Fan: He said you broke your leg and lay in the hospital! ]

[Han An: He said you had a kidney deficiency and lay in the hospital! ]

The two sent news at the same time.

Qi Cheng smiled.

[Qi Cheng: Yes, Xia Li, wait for me to go back in the afternoon to see who has broken leg and kidney deficiency and needs to go to the hospital. ]

After chatting with them for a while, Qi Cheng reminded them to take the class well, and don't just play in the classroom.

Almost immediately after sending this sentence, the text message reminded him to receive a sum of money, six digits, Qi Cheng calmly read the text message, and as before, did not move at all, leaving the money to take root in the account.

Xia Ligang complained that he had been inquired all morning, and at noon Qi Cheng brought two large bags of snacks to him.

Full of puffed food, snacks, and alluring, Xia Li's voice shivered, "Thank you Dad."

Qi Cheng patted his head, "Good boy, let me in."

This morning's classes are mathematics and physics, and they happen to talk about two subjects that Qi Cheng is good at.

"That's right," Xia Li said to Qi Cheng. "It just happened that you didn't come. Both teachers used your papers. They made corrections for you. They are already in your drawer."

"Well," Qi Cheng took a look, a red score on a test paper, hitting the top, he turned it over, and the math teacher was particularly angry and wrote a line next to the problem solving process of his last question. And circle a decimal point, "What decimal point is this! Where does the decimal point come from! At this point you can only give you a process to understand whether you understand it!"

The three exclamation marks expressed his anger heartily.

Qi Cheng chewed, "Hide the test papers next time and prevent him from using them."

"Okay, you," Xia Li gave him a white glance, gloating over him, "This can't help you, as much as the science teacher is staring at you, just like our English teacher, all staring at you."

Qi Cheng's English scores are actually good, especially his spoken language, a standard American accent. His dad used to do business with the Yankees for a long time. He thought that American accent sounds more catchy, so Qicheng's English has been taught by authentic foreign language teachers from small to large.

But Qi Cheng was rarely interested in writing English composition, and he was mostly empty in the last 20 minutes, leaving time to sleep. This is one of the reasons why he can occasionally enter the top 20 of the grade.

For this reason, angry English teachers love him in class.

Qi Cheng sighed, and suddenly someone called him at the front door, "Is Qi Cheng here?"

He came out of the seat again and looked at the front door, "I am."

The student who shouted at him pointed far away from the office, "Your class teacher told you to go, and go to class immediately."

Qi Cheng thanked him, and when he entered the office, Mr. Yang was alone in the whole office.

Teacher Yang asked him to sit down with a straight face, and found out the photo he sent in the morning, and asked, "What's the matter with Wu Yuan, and how can you take care of the patient to take care of him?"

Qi Cheng, "Probably because I am willing to help others."

He looked at Teacher Yang with a smile on his face, and suddenly smiled, "Teacher, are you really under 30 years old, why is it so wordy?"

Teacher Yang is only twenty-eight years old this year. He glared at Qi Cheng and smiled and scolded: "It will change the subject."

"But I want to explain to you," Yang teacher looked at him, "Wu Yuan, this person, it is best not to provoke, you remember."

Qi Cheng was about to speak, and Teacher Yang waved his hand to make him get out, "Hurry back to class, I don't want to argue with you."

The next class is a coincidence, the English class.

The English teacher in Class 3 is a plump middle-aged female teacher. Qicheng is a love-hate relationship. Every time, the last question must start with Qi Cheng, and the end question will end with Qi Cheng. If Qi Cheng can answer it, the English teacher will split his lips and praise, "Oh, our goodboy is really good today."

If you can't answer it, keep asking questions until Qi Cheng can answer, then shake your head in disappointment, "badboy."

They will also be penalized and copied into 50 copies of unanswered questions.

Of all the subjects, whether it is liberal arts or science, Qi Cheng’s biggest headache is English.

He was determined to stay at the beginning of the English lesson, as long as he could, but Mr. Yang insisted that he go back to class soon. Reluctantly, Qi Cheng had to go back, but he just saw that the class teacher of Class 6 was seriously pulling Chi Yan to say something outside the door.

Chi Yan seemed to be aware of it and suddenly looked up here.

His glasses were not worn on his face, and the tears and moles in the corners of his eyes made his eyes cold.

Then pursed his lips and hooked his lips restrainedly against Qi Cheng.

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Teachers and friends are not cp