Hypocritical Adonis

After waking up, Qi Chengcheng was pushed by Han An to the studio.

Because Han An’s art teacher is about to comment in the afternoon, this nap time is exceptionally short. Qi Cheng was wearing a peaked cap, and his exposed jaws were sharp and angular, and the corners of his mouth were straight, and he was a little sleepy.

But when he picked up a pencil to change Han An's painting, he was completely awake again.

The thumb and index finger are holding pencils, and they are arranged diagonally with neat lines.

Anyone with a good hand looks good. Han An was originally staring at the painting at hand, but unconsciously, he began to stare unconsciously at Qi Cheng's hand holding the pen.

This is human instinctive pursuit of beauty. Qi Cheng's paintings are not like him. Han An will draw lead dust every time he draws sketches, but Qi Cheng does not. No matter which direction the hand turned, his hand was pure and clean, as if he could take a set of close-up photos with a camera in the next second.

Qi Cheng's movements are quick, the lines are clean and neat, and the weight is suitable. He stood up and stepped back to look at the painting. "Only the perspective of his mouth is wrong, everything else is fine."

Three or two times, as Han An said, he drew a mouth in a few minutes. He didn't use the eraser to highlight, all the blanks left before.

"It's great!" Han An. "It's not quite suitable for my other facial features. I painted a black man. I don't deserve your mouth."

Qi Cheng came out with him and washed his hands at the water pipe. The cold water was comfortable. Qi Cheng asked him to hold his hat and took two cups of water to wash his face.

The bead of water slid down the chin onto the school uniform, the flashing light next to it, Qi Cheng looked at it, the candid girl blushed, standing in fear and helpless, still holding the phone stiffly in her hand.

Qi Cheng smiled at the others and walked side by side with Han An.

"Did you still take orders recently?"

Han An handed him a cigarette, and the two came to the back of the teaching building, taking advantage of the few people and chatting for a while.

Qi Cheng took it over and put it in his hand to play, but did not smoke, "Learning matters."

"But I don't see how much you pay attention to learning," Han An Tucao said, "Isn't there any extra points in the college entrance examination? Any 4A plus 5 points, what awards and what level of awards can also be added, grandma, you have to How many points?"

"That's limited," Qi Cheng smiled, "Don't swear."

They chatted for a while, and waited for Han An to finish smoking before going back. When they met Chi Yan on the road, they hurried out of the office. They were also surprised to see them.

Then pushed the glasses, calmly nodded with them.

Qi Cheng leaned over and let him pass between him and Han An. Chi Yan suddenly stopped when he passed. He stood upright and said to Qi Cheng: "The school intends to give us a thorough examination in these days. "

The second middle school has just started, and most of the students who have passed the summer vacation have happily forgotten what they have learned. The teachers have already prepared a set of difficult problems, waiting to teach them lessons.

Qi Cheng was a little surprised by this, "So fast."

Chi Yan nodded, and a dazzling fighting spirit burned in the eyes of people who had always been indifferent. "Last math exam, you are the first. This exam, I will wait for it."

"Compared with me?" Qi Cheng leaned against the pillar of the corridor, "You will only be the first."

Chi Yan's lips twitched, he pushed his glasses, and after grabbing his hands, he grabbed the trouser seam. It seemed a little helpless. "No, I don't mean that."

However, he rarely communicates with people at ordinary times, and he doesn't even know how to say it. Chi Yan's forehead oozes fine sweat, "I just want to compete with you in mathematics."

Xueba said a lot today. Qi Cheng looked at him from under the brim and suddenly smiled, "Then I'll wait."

Han An quipped beside him, "Primary school master, I dare not promise you anything else. In science, especially mathematics, this is very simple for my brother Qi. Don't cry if you lose."

Chi Yan didn't refute anything, just nodded, then left in a hurry.

The radio began to ring, and there were youthful and cheerful songs in it, which indicates that the students who are awake and taking a nap are rushing to the teaching area. After the song is sung twice, the afternoon class will begin.

Han An patted Qi Cheng's shoulders, "I'll go back first and bleach and bleach the African nose I drew. Thank you, brother, please have a barbecue at the end of the month."

Qi Cheng snorted lightly, "Go away."

The doctor in the infirmary also gave Qi Cheng a voice, which was sent during the class.

"Gu Huai," the doctor's voice seemed to have the smell of disinfectant water and cleanliness, and a little tired, "Remember."

Ancient surname, this surname is rare.

Qi Cheng threw the phone into the drawer.

But this name is very suitable for doctors.

The principal of No. 2 Middle School pays attention to the combination of work and rest, and deeply comprehends the foundation of comprehensive quality education. Therefore, the learning pressure of No. 2 Middle School is not as heavy as that of other schools. Regarding other entertainment methods such as mobile phones during breaks, as long as they are properly controlled and do not cause a bad influence on themselves, most of them also open their eyes and close their eyes.

On the contrary, the enrollment rate of No. 2 Middle School is the highest high school in City A, and the students graduating from No. 2 Middle School have particularly deep feelings for their alma mater.

The afternoon class was biology. The biology teacher was a middle-aged man in his forties. His voice during the class was very stimulating to sleep. Qi Cheng's position was near the window. As soon as the sunlight came in, he almost fell asleep almost lazily.

There was a teacher walking hurriedly outside and Qi Cheng raised his eyes. This time the eyes were completely closed, and it was fair and fair.

There was another black shadow walking in the corridor, this black shadow passed Qi Cheng's window, and I don't know why it fell back, just blocking the sunlight from Qi Cheng's body.

Qi Cheng opened his eyes and looked out.

Wu Yuan stood outside the window, facing away from the sun, unable to see what his expression was, and his tone was rigid and cold, "Hi."

After saying this, it's like completing a certain task, hands in your pockets, stiff and quickly out of the window of Class 3.

"His--" Xia Li took a breath of air and blurted out, "Wu Yuan is sick?!"

Say hello to Qi Cheng?

Is Wu Yuan's brain broken or his ears hallucinating?

Xia Li pushed Qi Cheng again, and the face was incredible, "Did you hear that, Wu Yuan took the initiative to say hello to you! Didn't he wake up?"

"Possibly," Qi Cheng nodded as he held his chin. "Sleep."

Hold back the smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Yeah!" Xia Li, "Fuck, so scary!"

The biology teacher on the podium was dissatisfied, "Xia Li, your class leader is also taking the lead in speaking. What are you talking about with Qi Cheng? Say it so everyone can listen."

Xia Li immediately shut up.

"Come here," the biology teacher patted the blackboard. "Come up and do this question together, whoever made a mistake copy it to me ten times."

Qi Cheng, who was implicated, sighed and went up with Xia Li, who wanted to cry without tears.

But the question on the blackboard was obviously simple for him.

It's as simple as dual purpose, while doing the question, thinking about what Wu Yuan just said.

The headmaster's fierceness.

But it is a person who promises.