Hypocritical Adonis

The gossip news of Xueba began to spread among students.

I heard that the class teacher of Class 6 found an unsigned love letter in the drawer of Xueba. Xueba didn't know who put it, and no one in the whole class admitted it. The class teacher in Class 6 is so anxious that he can only continue to do ideological work for Xueba, and warns him that he cannot fall in love now.

Chi Yan is the key training object of the entire senior high school group. In the previous several A-city colleges and universities conducted a unified performance test, Chi Yan can firmly hold the first place, he can take the first place in the city, and the provincial champion is not impossible to fight. . Because of this, as long as there is a little bit of trouble, the class teacher of Class 6 feels like a big enemy.

"Chi Yan's daunting results, there will be girls who dare to start," Zhu Fan sighed, and said while slamming the rice, "There is also the character of Xueba, can it be the character of a boyfriend? Boyfriend? Just look for a warm man who can deliver hot water and be able to cook, such as me."

"But you look terrible." Qi Cheng.

Zhu Fan didn't want to speak.

Xia Li couldn't stop smiling at the pig while chopping rice.

Qi Cheng took a sip of the water and heard a familiar female voice next to it.

"Qi Cheng!" Zhou Die ran up and down, took her friend's **** and sat next to Qi Cheng, "What a coincidence. What are you eating? Which one?"

Qi Cheng ran a finger, knocking off the hand she wanted to climb up, "Soon to buy food?"

"What is so fierce," Zhou Die glared at him and smiled again, leaning closer to his dinner plate, "You tell me, which one is better?"

"The dishes that look good are pretty good." Qi Cheng.

Zhou Die's friend glanced at him quietly, followed by a glance at the dining table, and then she smiled and pulled Zhou Die's clothes.

The dishes in Qicheng's dishes are very distinctive.

This guy eats in the cafeteria, always picking out all kinds of unpleasant side dishes in the dishes, and then spends a few more minutes to set the dishes upright, and it seems to have the feeling of a restaurant.

Zhou Die and her little friends looked at each other and ran away with a smile.

As soon as they left, Qi Chengcheng turned his head and looked around before picking up the chopsticks again.

Xia Li also glanced to the left and right, "Fortunately, a messenger did not appear."

Zhu Fan is strange, "Who?"

Qi Cheng hooked his lips and pinned him a piece of meat, "Can't you eat your mouth?"

After eating, the three went to the supermarket to buy Han An bread and ham. Art students have a little more leisure time than they do, but sometimes they have to work harder.

For example, at noon today, Han An didn't finish painting in the morning. He could only take them to bring meals, use the noon time to make up for the progress, and then hurried back to the dormitory before nap.

Supermarkets have far fewer people than restaurants.

The weather outside was hot, especially at noon, when the sun was shining brightly and the population was dry. Just in the middle of the supermarket there was a popsicle box. Qi Cheng looked around and picked a piece of ice cream.

He opened the door of the freezer, and as soon as his hand touched, the other hand came in from him, unbiased, and placed on the same ice cream arrogantly.

The skin is darker than Qi Cheng, wheat color, healthy and beautiful color.

Qi Zhong leaned on the refrigerator with one hand, and leaned in with one hand. His fiery eyes kept staring at Qi Cheng. The smile at the corner of his mouth was bad and proud. "Little white face, I met again."

He still had sweat on his head and his voice was a little gasping. The sweat wet his short hair and his eyes were bright and prickly.

The freezer door was still open, and a lot of cool air drifted outward, and the strength in his hand was not less than Qi Cheng, as if making Qi Cheng uncomfortable, it would make him extremely satisfied.

A piece of milk cake was pressed by both hands. It happened that there was such a piece in the whole refrigerator. Qi Chengyuguang scanned it in the refrigerator, "Do you want this?"

Qi Zhong's fingers didn't move, and his rivalries were on the opposite side. The smiles on his lips were proudly about to go to heaven. "Yeah, otherwise why would I waste time here?"

Later, the two talents with Qi Zhong quickly caught up with him, "Qi Zhong, why are you **** running so fast?"

I don't know who he saw outside the supermarket. He ran away with his legs spread out. After he had finished his meal, he was more tired than having no meal.

They gasped while staring at Qi Zhong and Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng looked at them, "Do you remember to find someone to accompany you this time?"

"I don't need to find someone," Qi Zhong snorted. He leaned closer to Qi Cheng, staring at him closely. To make himself look scary, he only raised one corner of his mouth as if smiling, "Qi Cheng, this I will teach you the next time."

The beads of sweat slipped from his temples, moistening the sword eyebrows and complacent.

Qi Cheng used his skill, in front of him, took the ice cream out of his hand and smiled and said to him, "Mine."

The freezer door finally closed, Qi Zhong's face changed colorfully, and he stepped forward to block the road he wanted to go.

The aisle of the supermarket is so big. Qi Zhong has a block, his feet are apart, and he plays a rogue with his long legs. He forces Qi Cheng on this road. "Why is it yours? Obviously I am the first to take it."

Extremely arrogant, I hope to scare Qi Cheng and cry.

"You still have sweat on your head," Qi Cheng said, "run to catch up when I see me?"

Qi Zhong's eyes flickered, "Who do you think you are, and there are so many people who chase me over, and none of them is called Qi Cheng!"

Qi Cheng looked at him quietly.

Qi Zhong became more and more uncomfortable in this gaze, pressing down his brow, as if annoyed, "You see a fart."

The long legs stuck on both sides were also retracted, and they looked together. When Qi Cheng was still watching him, he swam away from his eyes, and the brows became tighter.

Qi Cheng smiled, "Then you pick something, I will go first."

He passed by so generously, patting Qi Zhong's shoulder, but in fact his men exerted pressure and pressed him so that he could not move.

Qi Zhong’s two friends are unknown, so he watched Qi Zhong’s black face, and then watched Qi Cheng walk past Qi Zhong.

Neither figured out what the two of them were doing.

Qi Zhong's shoulder hurts, "Fuck!"

Brows can be tangled out of a bow.

When they returned to the dormitory, Han Anzheng was half lying on his chair with a dull look.

The ten fingers were all pencil gray, and his hand was drooping aside, almost touching the ground.

"How tired to look like this," Zhu Fan wiped his hands with a wet towel, wiped it out and took it out for cleaning, busy inside and out, "No, art students are so tired?"

Han An said with exhaustion: "You don't understand, the teacher will comment in the afternoon. I have been picking details in the morning. After looking at the whole, the ratio is wrong. The three courts and five eyes will not say. Do you know perspective? Draw a three-quarters face on the right, and as a result, the perspective of the mouth becomes frontal."

"I am dead this time, absolutely dead."

He screamed and licked Qicheng with his legs, Qicheng avoided him, and threw the ice cream stick into the trash can. "Don't even think about it."

"Brother Qi Cheng," Han An drew two lines of tears with his saliva. "This is just a small problem for you. You are so good. You can change it back in three or five minutes."

Han An asked Qi Cheng for a long time, and Qi Cheng was unmoved. He only looked at him with a smile on his face.

Finally anxious, Han An used a killer skill, "You know? Our school actually has a small group about you. The boys are added to see you who are upset, and they meet each other out of the power of jealousy. They are in the group every day. Tucao you are the only happiness."

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.

His expression never let Han An see through it. Han Anyue said that the more fragile, "I swear, I added it just to deal with the enemy. In fact, Qi Cheng brother, I am your fanatic, I just want to enter the undercover, to see who is not so bold, even Dare to confess my brother Qi Cheng."

Xia Li and Zhu Fan clicked and locked the bedroom door, and looked at him distressedly.

Qi Cheng reached out to him, Han An obediently turned over the phone.

"The group name is [Men's High School Student Online Lemon Group]"

Qi Cheng took his cell phone, found the group, and pulled himself in.

He used a trumpet and found some familiar avatars in the group.

Qi Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the previous chat record.

In fact, all these are jokes, Qi Cheng is the object of being ridiculed here, but also the object of being jealous.

He yanked the group members, all of them used nicknames, but looked at them, and suddenly the group news prompted a new member to join the group.

The new members were particularly arrogant and entered the group with their real names. The words "Qi Zhong" were on their heads, and the constantly refreshing topics in the group could not help but pause.

Han An got up from the chair and leaned over to see, "Yo, mature people."

Qi Zhong’s head is a basketball player. His tone is high, and he has the same style as himself. The first sentence in the group is very arrogant. "Are Qi Cheng’s grandsons in the group?"

Qi Cheng stared at the sentence for a few seconds and smiled slowly.

He took a trumpet and ordered Qi Zhong's QQ, asking to add friends. The note read: Qi Cheng's classmates.

After a few seconds, Qi Zhong added him.

Qi Cheng threw Han An’s cell phone back, and watched him catch it in a hurry, and said lightly: "I will change your painting at noon for you."

Han An was overjoyed, "Xie Qicheng's brother!"

The siesta situation in the second middle school is very strict. At the time, everyone must lie in bed, do not eat or play with the mobile phone to wash clothes, or engage in learning. Those who are on leave must have a leave strip on the door of the dormitory, and a board Check regularly, and check back and forth twice. If you find anyone who hasn't slept, you will need to score points.

As soon as Qi Cheng arrived in bed, his mobile phone lighted up, and at the same time, the ringing ringing for the nap sounded.

On WeChat, the doctor said lightly to him: "Good afternoon."

The top of the phone showed a penguin logo, showing that someone from QQ sent him a message.

But Qi Cheng only glanced at it and returned to the doctor first.

This is the third day that I did not reply to the doctor's message. It seems that the bold doctor seems to have no plans for the next step. Every day I say good morning, good afternoon and good night.

Qi Cheng opened the voice, "What is the doctor's name?"

His tone was smiling, because it was time for nap, and the sound was extremely low, heavy and magnetic, it sounded as if feathers were floating gently in the ear, itching from the ear to the heart.

At this time, QQ popped out the second news.

Qi Zhong: Qi Cheng's classmates?

Qi Zhong: Seeing Lao Tzu scolding your classmates is uncomfortable, looking for something?

Qi Cheng’s trumpet is not commonly used. Anyone with experience can know that this is a trumpet, but the other party is too arrogant to check it out. He has not reported who his last name is. Qi Zhong has believed that he is a certain class 3 Successful classmates.

Qi Cheng's fingers moved slightly, and soon a line was sent.

Shuaicheng your husband: At noon today, Zhou Die and Qi Cheng had lunch together.

When he finished speaking, he trumpeted, closed his eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth.

How do you think the arc of a smile is so bad.

Qi Cheng could almost imagine what Qi Zhong would look like.

This nap, the other party do not want to sleep well.