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Chapter 23
After coming out of the swimming pool, Qi Chengcheng sent Jiang Heng home, and he also stayed for dinner.
Jiang Heng only remembered the task Jiang Feng had given him at the dinner table, "Brother, do you have a university you like."
Jiang Feng laughed, "Son, why are you more confident than your brother."
Qi Cheng also laughed, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Jiang Feng picked up a chopstick dish for him, and looked relaxed, "My big baby, promise mom, if you think about it, will you be the first to talk to mom?"
"Yes," Qi Cheng, "tell you first."
He backhanded Jiang Feng and Jiang Heng a chopsticks dish.
Both mother and child smiled.
After eating, Qi Chengzhi returned home and slept the most comfortable sleep for a month. The test papers issued by the teachers of various subjects were all left by him for the last afternoon to do.
Chi Yan agreed with him to answer the questions after completing the questions, and Qi Cheng did what he wanted to do, and the remaining test papers were blank. He didn't feel uneasy either, humming a song in his mouth, and the pen in his hand turned out the afterimage.
The curtains were opened and the light was bright at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
After Chi Yan finished the topic, he sent him a message.
[I'm ready. ]
[Start of science? ]
Chi Yan looked at Qi Chenghui's news and smiled.
The smile is subtle, restrained and bright.
He replied: "Okay."
Everyone in the whole grade knows that Qi Cheng is an excellent lame, with three legs in the main subject, only one is as majestic as an elephant leg.
Seeing him say that he started from science, Chi Yan felt very cute inexplicably.
After completing the three subjects of mathematics, physics and chemistry, the other party was silly, and the QQ message seemed helpless, [Can't do it. ]
Chi Yan could imagine from these four words what kind of expression Qi Cheng would have.
Relying on the fact that you don't want to do it, you just say you won't.
As soon as Chi Yan was about to return to him, his room door was knocked. Mother Chi came in with a glass of milk. She was taken aback when she saw Chi Yan sitting at the table and smiling, and then she relaxed and put the milk on the table. , "Still doing homework?"
Chi Yan nodded, "Almost."
Mother Chi stood by, carefully observing the expression on Chi Yan's face. After hesitating for a long time, she still asked: "Chi Yan, are you in love?"
Chi Yan paused and looked back at his mother, "Why do you say that."
"You are still smiling now," Mother Chi sat down, trying to relax herself as much as possible, so as not to put pressure on Chi Yan, "Is there someone you like?"
Chi Yan turned off the phone, picked up the milk glass, took a sip to stabilize his mind, "..."
Open your mouth and don't know what to say.
Mother Chi smiled, "Are you in the process of dating?"
She was still a little nervous, with her hands clasped together, her son was too smart, and instead made her parents wonder how to educate.
Chi Yan noticed her mood, his eyes softened, he pushed his eyes, "Don't worry."
"It's not the time to confess," Chi Yan put down the cup and picked up the red pen again, his expression calm, "After graduation, it will not be too late."
His pen drew a straight line on the draft paper, and wrote today and the date of the college entrance examination at the end of the line.
Ten months, no hurry.
Anything can be done slowly.
Under Xueba’s disapproval of the pronunciation, Qi Cheng still did the language and English, including the following composition, he also tried to write a few words.
In the group, everyone is still discussing how much homework has been done. Did Qi Cheng have any hesitation, pointed at the stack of test papers in front of him, took photos and sent them to the group.
[Qi Cheng: Low-key inserting his pockets to be handsome.JPG]
[Wow! Qi Cheng actually finished it, is it so fast? ]
[Every subject is done, 666]
[I can’t see the answer even after zooming in, it’s so difficult T_T]
There were a lot of people in the group, and a lot of them were exploded in this one. After complaining about the hard work, they began to talk about the upcoming school celebration.
In the past, students have been organized to perform rehearsal performances early on. Even if high school seniors cannot participate in these performances, at least the rehearsals for other grades will be lively. But this year there is no wind in the whole school, which is a bit strange.
[The second middle school has been compared with the fourth middle school for several years, and the fourth middle school has been under pressure every year. This year's fourth high school has invited stars to help out. How can we not be too far behind? ]
[Please, let our school win once, I am not greedy, I just want Lang Bai]
Qi Cheng has heard Lang Bai's name for more than the first time in the past few days.
Think of this person, and a pair of peach eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling appear in his mind.
The pen in his hand stopped, put the test papers aside, set up the computer, and searched for the word Lang Bai.
The encyclopedia that jumped out brought the picture. Lang Bai in the picture was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, pulling his collar with both hands, with random hair, blocking one eye.
The other exposed peachy eyes with a pouting and perfunctory smile, the corners of his lips curled up, and jumped into the eyes of others first.
Qi Cheng let go and lay on the back of the chair. He dragged his chin and squinted to see the person on the computer.
The habit of studying fine arts squints at things, which creates a sense of distance and makes it easier to see if the overall painting is harmonious. The feeling of deja vu that Lang Bai gave Qi Cheng became clearer during this squinting.
The tip of the nose seemed to smell of men's perfume.
The phone vibrated. Qi Cheng recovered. He picked up the phone and took a look. The associated QQ account reminded him that a message popped up on the trumpet. He switched and saw Qi Zhong's news.
[Qi Zhong: Dude, do me a favor]
[Qi Zhong: Is there any contact information for Qi Cheng? Thanks]
These two sentences made Qi Cheng stunned.
So polite, a little bit unlike Qi Zhong.
dramatic change.
Qi Cheng didn't reply yet, the other party said again.
[Have it? If so, can you push it to me]
Qi Cheng doesn't know what he wants to do, [what do you want his account for? ]
Qi Zhong didn't reply.
Qi Zhong likes sports and is tall. He is also in Anyuan High School.
Qi Cheng remembered the scene in the corridor in the dark, his eyes darkened and his fingers tapped.
[Shuaicheng your husband: I saw you in Anyuan High School]
[Qi Zhong: What? ]
[Shuaicheng your husband: In the dormitory building, on the first night, after turning off the lights, I saw you in the corridor]
Qi Zhong answered almost in the next second.
[That's impossible. ]
That's impossible.
Have you never been out, or have you guaranteed that you haven't been seen by others?
Logically speaking, the person most unlikely to kiss him forcefully is Qi Zhong.
Straight guy, and a girl he likes, who the hell would press his rival to the wall in the middle of the night to kiss?
Qi Cheng frowned and cut back to his large size because Han An poked him privately.
[Han An: Wu You from Class 12 just now asked me for your contact information. I gave it to him. When did you meet? ]
[Qi Cheng: Who is Wu You? ]
[Han An:...]
Han An’s temple hurts, so he called Qi Cheng directly, “The course exchange in your class is going to Anyuan High School, right?”
Qi Cheng said.
"Still with Class 12?"
"Correct."
"I thought he was a new friend of yours," Han An said, "I don't know Wu You, so you just see what he is looking for you."
Han An suddenly remembered something and added, "Right, Wu Yuan."
He lowered his voice, "Someone saw him lead someone to smash some business shops in Anyuan."
Han An is very popular and is the leader in collecting gossip. What he said is true.
Qi Cheng had no pen to turn in his hand. He could only rub the palm of his hand. After a while, he said, "Who is he bringing?"
"Social people," Han An felt complicated, "I heard that those people listened to him."
"Well," Qi Cheng responded nasally, "Is there anything else?"
"Do you remember what I told you before?" Han An asked.
It seems that both Han An and Teacher Yang are telling Qi Cheng not to provoke Wu Yuan.
Kindness is indeed kindness, but Qi Cheng is also Qicheng.
He rubbed his brow bones, "Remember."
As Qi Cheng spoke, he opened a picture.
It was taken by a classmate in the class. The location was in Anyuan High School. In the distance, Qi Cheng led a horse to help Xueba. The sky was green and clear.
It was very charming and full of feeling. The classmate couldn't help but took it, and then sent the picture to Qi Cheng.
Qi Cheng clicked on the lower left corner of the photo, zooming in and out continuously, and in the corner, the figure of Wu Yuan lighting up a cigarette appeared vaguely.
The smoke rose vaguely and was blown away by the wind. He stood with his pocket in his pocket, and the direction of his eyes seemed to fall into the distance randomly.
The figures of Qi Cheng and Chi Yan also happened to be far away.
Qi Cheng looked at the photo, turned on the hands-free, and threw the phone on the table.
He took out the cigarette in the drawer, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the smell of smoke drifted away.
Han An, "Forget it, you know everything, don't talk about it. Guess, what else do I have to tell you?"
"what?"
"I got the list of guests participating in the school celebration."
After talking with Han An, after a while, someone added Qi Cheng.
Qi Cheng agreed. The other party was obviously a little cautious. After a long while, he sent a rather cold sentence, "Hello."
"Hello," Qi Cheng also replied neatly, "Wu You?"
It took more than a minute before the other party replied: "Yeah."
It does not seem to be a passionate character.
When Qi Cheng faces people face-to-face, just a smile can ease the atmosphere. On the Internet, the biggest killer is useless. He is simply polite, "Is there anything wrong with me?"
The other party answered quickly this time, "I want to know you."
Qi Cheng smiled, "Oh."
He noted the name of the other party, Wu You.
Wu You said: "What do you mean? Do you dislike others adding you."
"I didn't mean that," Qi Cheng smiled. "I'm glad you can add me. It's my honor."
"Although it is in Mandarin, I am very happy," Wu You, "God, I'm about to faint, help me get up, I can insist on talking to you again."
Now that he is not indifferent anymore, Qi Cheng said to Han An, "It sounds like my little brother."
"Then you should be a little fan," Han An really doesn't remember who this Wu You is. After all, he is not familiar with him, so he only knows one name, not the number. "Should be a very honest person."
Otherwise, how could Han An not remember.
After finishing the test paper, Qi Chengshuang turned the sky, waiting to play until the evening. Regarding the school celebration that has been heatedly discussed these days, Mr. Yang finally @ got all the members.
Send a list, and seat partition.
The third grade is at the front, the first grade is at the back, the position of Class 3 is right in the middle of the front row, and the stage is when you look up.
On the list of participants, big and small, the guests invited by the school and the names of the performances are all on it.
The last place in the line as the pressure, the words Lang Bai impressively.
The author has something to say:
(Wrote a lot of thoughts, thank you all for wasting time watching my nonsense hhh)
Many people told me in this chapter to discard the text and see the original text. It’s hard work for you to read this chapter.
The previous article did not specify who the cp is, because the comment area in the back was torn up with smoke, affecting the reader's reading experience, and the readers privately wrote to me, saying that I was entangled all night and all night, uncomfortable, and unable to sleep, so I realized that buying essays hurts Some readers, I didn’t stick to it, so I announced in advance who cp is
Then, some people who bought the wrong stock said that they abandoned the article, and then some people who came in to read the article said that there are too few positive cp scenes, abandoning the article, attacking the heartthrob central air-conditioning, etc.
I actually saved a lot of manuscripts in the later period. The most enthusiastic buying of stock articles was during the stock trading stage. I announced it, whether it is for the purpose of restoring calm in the comment area or for readers who want to know who cp is, no matter what the reason, I make it myself, and many of the deposits are deleted Then rewrite and redesign the scene
I just hope that those who discard the article can give me a hope, please don't say it, the whole copy is written out. The attack is a heartthrob, Su, please don’t like it, think that the central air-conditioning is disgusting. Up
I just started buying stock essays. The setting of the drama can’t tell the truth. I don’t want to see it because I don’t have too many dramas. It’s hard for you to see Chapter 23 because you have written Chapter 34 before you announced who the CP is.
Please leave the text silently, you don’t have to tell me to see you next
Thank you so many readers for placing so much hope on my next version, thank you for loving me and supporting me, thank you very much, but if there is no next version, we may not see the next version.
Because of some things in the three-dimensional dimension, I will retreat after writing this book, and the return date is uncertain. Now I hope everyone who has abandoned the article can leave me the last piece of pure land.
A pure land without all kinds of negative news, let me gain a pure land of hope in the three-dimensional life
I don’t know if you understand the pain of deleting the saved manuscript and then rewriting it. I don’t know if you understand the pain of pretending to be invisible in the face of various questions.
I also know that these words are suspected of selling miserably, but I really, really, really do everything for the sake of the readers, including every decision I make, I can swear that I put my own interests at the end. So even if the popularity drops, even if there are a lot of discarded comments, even if the daily income is a new low, I still want to keep writing this book and write a good story
I don’t have so many requests. I just hope that those who don’t like it can leave silently, leaving a positive comment area, so that I, and the readers who still like this book and support this book, have a happy memory
I don’t want to see a lot of readers who still support me, explaining to others what this article is about over and over again, saying that this article is good-looking and sticking to it, amusing me over and over again, explaining it for me, for this article I'm so disheartened, this is really wronging them
Please, thank you
Thank you for reading this nonsense. This is the last thank you today, thank you!