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    date="2020-11-22"

    title="Chapter 38"

    weight="106371"

    series = ["Hypocritical Adonis"]

    mode = "manual"

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    Early in the morning of the week, students from Class 3 found potted flowers in front of the classroom.

    The flowers in the pots are like wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the mountain, and they are a bit like daffodils. The petals are closed, the center of the flower is probably red, but it looks pink and white outside.

    A classmate who came first picked up the flower pot and found a white card sandwiched between flowers and plants.

    "Qi Cheng..."

    After Qi Cheng came to school, he saw the flowers on his desk.

    It was a little different from the way it bloomed last night. Qi Cheng sat down in front of the seat and stroked its bud.

    The petals are tightly closed, not succumbing to his beauty at all, the green leaves grow messily and vigorously, and when you get closer, you can smell the fragrance of the earth and flowers.

    Xia Li held back a smile next to him, "How can someone send flowers with pots and flowers."

    Qi Cheng smiled, brushed off the drops of water on the green leaves, and took out the card from the flower.

    The above handwriting strokes are kind of serious from elementary school students, but they are really ugly, horribly ugly.

    "Who gave it to me?" Xia Li asked, "Why does this character look so similar to mine."

    "Doug Crawl, congratulations on finding your brother," Qi Cheng put the card in the drawer, put down his satchel, turned and walked out, "I'll go out."

    Xia Li, "Where to go?"

    Qi Cheng waved his hand at him and said nothing.

    The third grade teaching building has four floors. Each floor has three classes, classrooms, offices, and meeting rooms. Class 12 is on the fourth floor. Qi Cheng looked at the time and ran up.

    Three or four steps, after reaching the fourth floor, he trot to the door of Class 12.

    "Classmates," he asked the person in the row, "is Wu You there?"

    Classmates in the row, "Wait, let me see for you."

    Qi Cheng smiled and thanked him, looking back in the morning light.

    The whole class picked up the textbooks to be recited in the morning light. The white and blue school uniforms of the second one were not so ugly on the whole. The glass reflected colorful light and shone diagonally on the person's hair.

    He swept his gaze all over, only to see Qi Zhong who was sleeping on the table at the back door.

    The classmates in the front row watched it several times, then turned their heads, "Wu You is not in the class."

    Qi Cheng pursed his lips, the corners of his eyes curled up again, "Can you pass me a word?"

    "Thank you for sending me flowers," he, "I will take care of them."

    When Wu You rushed over from the dormitory, Qi Zhong was still asleep with his head buried next to him.

    "Don't sleep," he woke Qi Zhong, "I usually came earlier than you, Qi Zhong, what time did you get up today?"

    Qi Zhong couldn't open his eyes sleepily, "Let me sleep again."

    The cyan under his eyes was thick, not like waking up early, but not sleeping at night.

    The classmates in the front row came over, "Wu You, someone is looking for you this morning."

    Wu You was surprised, "Who?"

    "Qi Cheng," the classmate in the front row said, "he said thank you for sending him flowers."

    "..." Wu You couldn't figure it out, "When did I send him flowers?"

    Qi Zhong didn't know when he raised his head, the cyan under his eyes couldn't stop his eyes from burning, "What else did he say."

    "He said he would take care of it."

    After a meeting, Qi Zhong buried his head in his arms, his shoulders trembling frequently.

    But there was still uncontrollable laughter leaking, just like a fool.

    Wu You and the classmates in the front row looked at each other, with question marks written on their heads.

    Why is it like evil?

    After thanking Wu You from Class 12, Qi Chengcheng smiled back to class.

    Temporarily put the potted flower on his desk on the window sill, his position was just next to the window, the sun was shining warmly, and it also illuminated the tiny fluff on the flower.

    Qi Cheng carefully checked the growing environment of tobacco flowers, "Heat-resistant, not cold-resistant, so I like to shine in the sun."

    Seeing him being so serious, Xia Li still teased him, "You can't even cook food, can you still feed it?"

    "Don't just water it?" Qi Cheng looked at him confusedly, "shine the sun again."

    "It looks like wild flowers, you shouldn't need to raise them too carefully," Xia Li, "put the dormitory?"

    Last night, Wu You and his video watched the flowers bloom at 7 o'clock in the evening. Except for holidays, they spent six days of the week in the classroom at 7 o'clock in the evening. Qi Cheng thought about it, "Let's put the classroom."

    Most of the physical education classes in the 12 classes of senior three are put into the week, partly in the fourth class in the morning and partly in the third class in the afternoon.

    The second place is large, in addition to the small square and basketball court, there is also a large running circle playground. The 3rd class of physical education was in the third quarter of the afternoon. When they slowly reached the playground, they found that the 9th class that was usually in the gym was also taken to the playground.

    Two physical education teachers stood up and talked. Wu Yuan was standing in a daze when someone strangled his neck from behind.

    Wu Yuan, who was about to reflex his elbow back, stopped in time and Qi Cheng said, "Don't move your classmates, rob, take out all the valuable things from you."

    With great strength in his arms, Wu Yuan curled his lips with a joking interest, "Poor, no money."

    Qi Cheng, "The line is wrong."

    Wu Yuan let go lazily, "No money, you let me go."

    Class 9 students looked at Qi Cheng with admiration.

    After a meeting with Wu Yuan, the physical education teacher clapped his hands to gather the team.

    Class 3 stands in front and Class 9 is behind. Girls are in front and boys are behind.

    After the two teachers asked them to jog around the playground for two laps, they directed the boys to the equipment.

    The tall and powerful boys who are often called do not need to be called, and consciously come out to the warehouse.

    The warehouse was very dark, with various equipment piled up. Qi Cheng was about to walk into the corner when suddenly someone behind him put something on his waist.

    "Don't move," Smoke lowered his voice, "Be careful when I wipe the gun."

    Qi Cheng raised his hands and pressed the corners of his lips. He coughed and coughed to stop smiling. "What are you going to do? I can give you money. Don't hurt me."

    He had learned some diacritic skills before he could fool Wu Yuan in front of the dormitory that day. Now the tail trembles, and the voice is ready to be in place in minutes.

    A hundred times more dedicated than just Wu Yuan.

    "I'm short of money?" Wu Yuan thought for a while, then changed his words, "It's really short, let's talk about it, how much can I get."

    "How much do you think I am worth?" Qi Cheng.

    Xia Li threw the football in his arms and knelt on the gymnastic mat with a thump, "Big brother! I beg you not to hurt him! He doesn't have any money! He doesn't have hundreds of millions of money, so he didn't buy it." Two Mercedes Benz drove and smashed into one, bought two cups of milk tea and threw them away...He is really a poor man."

    Zhu Fan gave Xia Libi an 666.

    Puff, the boy who came in to move things couldn't help but smile, and the pace of walking out was slow.

    A few others had already bent down, their shoulders trembling, and their laughter turned into a fan.

    Qi Cheng, "...listen to my explanation."

    The badminton racket against his waist poked, Wu Yuan said, "Say."

    "I'm still," Qi Cheng didn't stretch out a smile, "I'm really rich."

    "Hahahaha."

    Others also laughed, "Would you like to be so addicted to drama? I almost knelt down and called for my life."

    "Qi Cheng is so rich, can't you tell?"

    "Let's call the police car first, and let the police uncle also watch your scenes. Hahahahaha laughed me to death."

    Wu Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, threw the badminton racket aside, and moved with them.

    When the equipment was moved in front of the physical education teacher, the two teachers said that this class would be a competition and that they would play a game after the competition.

    Girls do sit-ups and boys pull ups. Relay the whole class, add one more to the number you do, and in the end, whoever has more class will win.

    "Because we want to be fair, we have to calculate the average." The male teacher in Class 9 led the boys to the horizontal bar. "The two classes line up one by one. Some boys have very poor arm strength and back strength. I can’t do it. The 8 classes I took last time, the ones that can do 3 are excellent.”

    "Studies must be done well, and the body must be exercised. For the physical exam, you must either choose a solid ball or pull ups, whichever is practiced." The physical education teacher patrolled the two teams. "The boys in your two classes look healthy. Yes, come, the monitors of the two classes stand up."

    The monitors of the two classes did not participate in the competition, and were responsible for counting the number of each other's classes. Xia Li was thankful and gave Qi Cheng and Zhu Fan a cheering gesture.

    The physical difference between the boys in the third year of high school is not great. Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan are standing behind, watching the students in front of them blushing and writing from the horizontal bar.

    The monitor of Class 9 reported the number, "49 in Class 3."

    Xia Li, "53 in 9 classes."

    There is 4 difference.

    Wu Yuan Yuguang glanced at Qi Cheng, Qi Cheng felt it, and raised his eyebrows to look back.

    "Your class will lose miserably," Wu Yuan, "because I didn't skip class today."

    Qi Cheng shook his fingers, also full of confidence, "Wu Yuan, don't talk so full."

    The two looked at each other, and all the students around who heard this knew that this was the highlight of the game.

    The two of them took the initiative to go to the last stand, and it was clear who would do and who would not.

    The number of people in front is gradually decreasing, and more and more figures are reported.

    "61 in 9 classes."

    "Class 3," the squad leader of Class 3 couldn't help but smile, "52 in Class 3."

    The physical education teacher laughed, "What's going on in Class 3, this is 9 points short, the situation is in danger."

    In the end, Wu Yuan and Qi Chengqi were ready to get on the pole.

    The physical education teacher knows Wu Yuan in his class and knows that he has good physical strength. Before blowing the whistle, he reminded him, "It's almost done."

    Losing too much also dampens enthusiasm.

    Wu Yuan's arm muscles were tight, already accumulating strength.

    Qi Cheng glanced at the monitor of Class 9 with a smile, "Good number, don't cheat me."

    The classmates who have finished the work gathered around the monitor of Class 9, "Don't worry, we will count with him!"

    The physical education teacher blew the whistle, and the two reached out their hands and grabbed the horizontal bar under their feet.

    The palms are forward and slightly wider than the shoulders. The two slender people have their feet off the ground, and their posture is exceptionally standard.

    Classmates in both classes started counting for their own class.

    "53, 54, 55, 56..."

    "62, 63, 64..."

    The two people holding the horizontal bar kept going up and down, one after another, the speed closely following each other, neither one loses.

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