Chapter 29

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date="2020-11-22"

title="Chapter 29"

weight="106362"

series = ["Hypocritical Adonis"]

mode = "manual"

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If a question is so simple for a person, the steps written over and over are just a waste of time, and even feel bored.

Qi Cheng's voice is neither high nor low, so it happens that the whole class can hear it.

The trivial writing of the big inscription is extremely exhausting, 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 lowered his head to follow.

After listening, he didn't understand a word. Qi Zhong asked the female classmate next to him again, "Is he saving steps?"

"No," the female student said, "It's very detailed!"

Okay, he didn't understand this time.

Qi Zhong's expression changed a lot, but he still dumbly copied everything Qi Cheng had written.

After finishing the basic questions, the remaining two questions are deformed questions. Qi Cheng used the speed of Chi Yan at the beginning, and he only addressed these three questions for 45 minutes in a class.

Looking down from the podium, at least half of the people are listening, and they are on the verge of understanding but not understanding and not knowing how to do it alone.

After class, Qi Zhong took a stool and took the paper back to his seat. Wu You looked at it and found that the paper Qi Zhong took was already full of things on both sides. This was not enough. He borrowed another one from someone else. Sheet of paper.

The people in the classroom had packed their things and left, and in a blink of an eye, only Qi Cheng was left in front of him who was wiping the blackboard.

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

Band-aid was applied to the wound on his face. The young man's recovery ability 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 the look in his eyes in front of the infirmary, and the gloomy expression on the corridor when the black cloud was over the city.

Hearing what he said, Qi Zhong's mouth twitched, "You're so fucking heartless."

But the voice was too low for Qi Cheng to hear clearly. He turned his head to look at Qi Zhong's profile, "What?"

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

The two of them wiped together from left to right to the middle, gradually getting closer. When they were about to touch their hands, Qi Zhong suddenly threw the blackboard eraser away and grabbed Qi Cheng's hand.

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

Qi Zhong's hands are rougher than him, the color is darker, the palms are hot, and there are cocoons.

The blackboard eraser fell to the ground with a sound, and white chalk powder scattered around.

Wu You suddenly looked up at the source of the sound, his mouth widened in shock.

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

Qi Cheng's strength was greater than him. He was about to withdraw his hand, but Qi Zhong increased his strength vigilantly. He turned his face to his side, and his black eyes fixed on Qi Cheng.

"No," Qi Cheng looked into his eyes and stopped his movements. "There is no one he likes."

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

This guy didn't know when it changed, whether he was arrogant or he was outside, but he became more sensitive and stronger in certain things.

There is an amazing sense of maturity overnight, and nothing has changed.

Wu You didn't hold back and said, "What are you doing holding hands?"

Qi Cheng took out his hand, then bent over to pick up the blackboard eraser, and put it down after turning his hand a few times, "Do you know that you are taking advantage of me?"

Qi Zhong slowly put down his hand, he just looked at Qi Cheng like this.

Here again, that feeling.

Chi Yan walked in through the back door and looked up after finishing his information, "Qi Cheng, are you going?"

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

Qi Zhong maintained the same posture until Qi Cheng left the door and said goodbye to them with a smile.

Wu You pulled the chair away and ran towards Qi Zhong, "You are sick, you are."

"What were you doing just now!"

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

"Wu You," he said like a gangster, "How come Qi Cheng's hands are so beautiful."

Chi Yan and Qi Cheng's things were still in the office, and after the two had finished taking the things, there were only three or two bright classrooms in the teaching building.

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

Chi Yan's figure is thin, but very tall and tall. The moonlight hit him, setting off his clean temperament even more brilliantly.

The two walked to the dormitory under the moonlight, and Qi Cheng asked, "Do you need a speech on the morning of the school anniversary?"

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

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Chi Yan Yuguang paid attention to the expression on his face, "Chang Yao from your class, he..."

However, Xueba, who never talks ill of others behind his back, stopped talking and changed his words: "How is his camera?"

"It should be okay," Qi Cheng, "have to wait for him to turn it on before watching."

Chi Yan gave a hum and sighed softly.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly looked up at Qi Cheng, "Do you think I should wear glasses or contact lenses?"

It is said that the eyes of people who wear glasses all the year round are deformed, but Chi Yan's eyes are still beautiful. The tails of the eyes are light, with a faint blush, and the tears are on the tails of the eyes, which abruptly bring him a few tangles. affection.

Qi Cheng studied his facial features, "Either way."

He smiled, "They are all pretty."

Chi Yan's throat rolled slightly, and the ears were hot: "Yeah."

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

The class meeting inside the class was held one after another, and the cleaning was repeated again and again. Qi Cheng had seen Wu Yuan leading a man smoking a cigarette by the flower bed in the small square, his brows were sinking, and his sullen face made Many people are afraid to approach the flowerbed.

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

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

Old Bao stared at Wu Yuan even more.

Qi Cheng nodded at Wu Yuan from a distance. He held the Chinese homework that was just handed in in his arms. Xu Ning had a stomachache and asked him to help send the homework to Teacher Yang.

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

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

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

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

"You have also been a model," Wu Yuan could not see any emotions, the corners of his eyes were flat, "Are you planning to go this way in the future?"

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

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

"Then 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."

His questions came one after another. Qi Cheng looked at him thoughtfully. Under his eyes, Wu Yuan smiled instead, "Can't answer?"

"Why ask this all of a sudden," Qi Cheng coughed, feeling uncomfortable in his throat, "Are you going to start planning for the future?"

Wu Yuan hummed casually.

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

When Qi Cheng finished his homework and returned to the class, Xu Ning palely thanked him, and Xia Li secretly sighed, "The girls are really hard."

Qi Cheng squeezed his throat, frowned and nodded.

Because of his uncomfortable voice, he slept on the table all afternoon. When he was called by Xia Li in the evening, he found that Qi Cheng had something wrong.

Have a fever.

Xia Li tested the temperature and withdrew his hands so hot. He patted Qi Cheng's face, and Qi Cheng came back to his senses after pulling the person up from the position.

"What's wrong with me." He asked hoarsely.

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

The two were divided into two soldiers. Zhu Fan took Qi Cheng to the medical room and kept talking all the way, "Did you go to bed last night without a quilt? The temperature started to drop recently. You must put a quilt at night, otherwise you wake up in the morning. Easy to catch a cold."

"You were fine at noon. It is estimated that you had a fever after going to bed in the afternoon."

Qi Cheng listened to him blankly.

But by looking closely at his eyes, he knew that he hadn't heard anything now, confused and apathetic.

In the nursing room, Guhuai was about to change shifts with the next doctor.

He is very busy these days. The number of patients in the No. 1 Hospital of City A has recently surged, so he has no time to come to the Second Middle School.

Now finally I have time, and it's time to change shifts. Guhuai was about to leave when the door of the medical care room was opened. Zhu Fan shouted, "Doctor, my friend has a fever!"

Qi Cheng was pulled in by him.

As soon as the shift doctor wanted to approach, Dr. Guhuai walked over with a cold face, took the patient with a fever, and placed him on a chair.

Guhuai frowned, even too late to put on a white coat, took out the thermometer and handed it to Qi Cheng. When Qi Cheng started to take his temperature, he asked coldly, "What's going on."

Zhu Fan was also not sure, "I caught a cold in bed this afternoon, or I didn't cover the quilt when I slept last night."

Qi Cheng looked at Guhuai, "Doctor, my throat hurts."

He opened his mouth sharply, and his low, dumb voice made Guhuai's expression even colder.

The doctor pursed his lips, but turned around and took out a brand new paper cup, and poured Qi Cheng a cup of warm water.

The shift doctor hurriedly said: "Doctor Guhuai, leave it to me, you get off work first."

"No more," Guhuai frowned, "I'll do it for you."

The shift doctor looked weird, looked at the cyan under Guhuai's eyes, and agreed.

The young man is too hard, and the city hospital has finally been able to relax these days. Guhuai was originally not used for the second middle school, but the result has come, and now he has to take over for him.

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