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Chapter 7
Gossip about Xueba began to spread among students.
I heard that the head teacher of Class 6 found an unsigned love letter in Xueba's drawer. Xueba didn't know who put it, and no one in the class acknowledged it. The head teacher of Class 6 was so anxious that he could only continue to do ideological work for Xueba and warned him not to fall in love now.
Chi Yan is the key training object for the entire senior third group. In the previous performance tests conducted by universities in City A, Chi Yan was able to secure the first place. He can hold the number one in the city, and it is not impossible to fight the number one in the province. . Because of this, as long as there is a little bit of trouble, the head teacher of Class 6 feels like a big enemy.
"Chi Yan's daunting achievement, there will be girls who dare to start," Zhu Fan sighed, and said while picking up his rice, "There is also the character of Xueba, can that be the character of a boyfriend? Boyfriend? Just find a warm guy who can deliver hot water and eat, like me."
"But you look terrible." Qi Cheng.
Zhu Fan was shocked and didn't want to speak.
Xia Li couldn't stop laughing while grilling rice.
Qi Cheng took a sip of water, and heard a familiar female voice beside him.
"Qi Cheng!" Zhou Die ran over, pulling her friend and sitting next to Qi Cheng, "What a coincidence. What do you eat? Which one?"
Qi Cheng casually pointed, and knocked off the hand that she wanted to climb up, "Hurry up to buy food?"
"Why are you so fierce?" Zhou Die glared at him, then laughed, and leaned close to his dinner plate. "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, then clutched a smile and pulled Zhou Die's clothes.
The dishes on Qi Cheng's dishes are very distinctive.
This guy eats in the cafeteria, always picking out all kinds of unsightly side dishes from the dishes, and spending a few more minutes to lay out the dishes upright, it seems that there is a feeling of restaurant arrangement.
Zhou Die and her little friend looked at each other, smiled and ran away.
As soon as they left, Qi Chengcheng turned his head and looked around before taking up his chopsticks again.
Xia Li followed and looked around, "Fortunately, a certain flower protector did not appear."
Zhu Fan was surprised, "Who?"
Qi Cheng hooked his lips and put a piece of meat for him himself, "You can't stop your mouth when you eat?"
After eating, the three went to the supermarket to buy bread and ham for Han An. The work and rest of art students are freer than them, but sometimes it is more difficult.
For example, at noon today, Han An didn't finish painting the morning, so he could only support them to bring food, use the noon time to quickly make up the progress, and then return to the dormitory before nap.
Supermarkets have far fewer people than restaurants.
The weather outside is hot, especially on the noon day, when the sun is shining brightly, making people dry. It happened that there was a box of popsicles in the middle of the supermarket. 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 it, the other hand reached out from beside him, impartially, and placed it on the same ice-cream bar.
The skin is darker than Qi Cheng's, wheat colored, healthy and beautiful in color.
Qi Zhong put one hand on the refrigerator and leaned in with the other. His fiery gaze kept staring at Qi Cheng. The smile at the corner of his mouth was bad and smug. "Little white face, meet again."
There is still sweat on his head, and his voice is slightly panting. The sweat wets his short hair and his eyes are bright and prickly.
The door of the freezer was still open, and a lot of cold air was drifting out, and the strength in his hand was not less than Qi Cheng, as if making Qi Cheng uncomfortable would make him extremely satisfied.
What was pressed by two hands was a piece of milk cake. It was a coincidence that there was only one piece in the entire refrigerator. Qi Cheng Yuguang scanned the refrigerator, "You want this?"
Qi Zhong's fingers didn't move, and he fought against each other. The smile on the corner of his mouth was about to go to heaven with pride, "Yes, otherwise, why am I wasting time here?"
Later, the two talents with Qi Zhong hurriedly caught up to him, "Qi Zhong, why the fuck are you running so fast?"
I don't know who he saw outside the supermarket, so he ran over here. Just after eating, it was more tired than having no meal.
They stared at Qi Zhong and Qi Cheng while panting.
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 sighed. He leaned close to Qi Cheng and stared at him closely. In order to make himself look scary, he only raised one corner of his mouth with a smile, "Qi Cheng, this It's my turn to teach you the next time."
Sweat beads slipped from his temples, wet his sword eyebrows, triumphantly.
Qi Cheng used skillfully to lift the ice cream in his hand in front of him, smiled and said to him, "Mine."
The door of the freezer was finally closed, Qi Zhong's expression changed colorfully, and he stepped forward to block the way he wanted to go.
The aisle in the supermarket was just that big. Qi Zhong blocked it, separated his feet, and used his long legs to play hooligans, forcing Qi Cheng on this path, "Why is it yours? Obviously I was the first to look at it."
Very arrogant, can't wait to scare Qi Cheng and cry with anger.
"You're still sweating on your head," Qi Cheng said. "You ran to catch up when I came here?"
Qi Zhong's eyes flickered, "Who do you think you are? There are so many people who have me chasing over, but there is no one named Qi Cheng inside!"
Qi Cheng looked at him quietly.
Qi Zhong became more uncomfortable in this gaze, his brows pressed down, as if he was annoyed, "Just look at him."
The long legs that were blocked on both sides also retracted a little, and looked at Qi Cheng. Seeing that Qi Cheng was still looking at him, he wandered away from his eyes, frowning and tightening.
Qi Chengzang smiled, "Then you pick something, I'll go first."
He just walked by the side so generously and patted Qi Zhong on the shoulder. In fact, his subordinates used force and pressed him so that he could not move.
Qi Zhong's two friends were unknown, so they watched Qi Zhong's face become dark, and then watched Qi Cheng pass by Qi Zhong.
Neither of them could see what they were doing.
Qi Zhong's shoulder hurts, "Fuck!"
The brow can be tangled with a bow.
When they returned to the dormitory, Han An was lying on the chair with a dull expression.
The ten fingers were all pencil gray, and his hand was drooping beside him, almost touching the ground.
"Why are you tired like this?" Zhu Fan dampened his towel and wiped his hands. After wiping, he took it out to clean, busy inside and out. "Isn't it, art students are so tired?"
Han An said tiredly: "You don't understand, the teacher will comment in the afternoon. I have been digging out the details all morning. After I have done it, the proportions are not correct. I don't say anything. Do you know perspective? Draw a three-quarters of the right side of the face, and the perspective of the mouth turned into a front face."
"I'm dead this time, absolutely dead."
He was crying while rubbing Qi Cheng with his leg, Qi Cheng avoided him, and threw the ice cream stick in 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 great, you can change it back for me in three to five minutes."
Han An begged Qi Cheng for a long time. Qi Cheng remained unmoved. He only looked at him with a full smile. His eyes were just like watching a play, unmoved.
Finally anxious, Han An resorted to his assassin, "Did you know? There is actually a small group about you in our school. The boys who look at you upset are added to them. Out of the power of jealousy, they meet each other in the group every day. Tucao you are the only happiness."
Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.
His expression has never been seen through by Han An. The more Han An said, the more vain he was, "I swear, I just added it in to deal with the enemy. Actually, Brother Qi Cheng, I am your fanboy, I just want to enter as an undercover agent, to see who is so bold if they don’t want to face. Brother Qi Cheng who dares to complain about me."
Xia Li and Zhu Fan locked the bedroom door with a click and looked at him distressedly.
Qi Cheng reached out to him and Han An obediently handed in the phone.
"The name of the group is [Online Lemon Group for Male High School Students]"
Qi Cheng took his mobile phone, found this group, and then pulled himself in.
He used a trumpet, and he also found some familiar avatars in the group.
Qi Cheng squinted and looked at the previous chat history.
In fact, they are all jokes. Qi Cheng is the object of ridicule and jealousy here.
He grabbed the group members, all of them used nicknames, but when he looked around, suddenly the group message prompted a new member to join the group.
The new member was extremely arrogant and entered the group with his real name, with the word "Qi Zhong" on his head, and the topic that was constantly refreshed in the group couldn't help but pause.
Han An got up from the chair and leaned over to look, "Yo, Qi Cheng acquaintance."
Qi Zhong’s profile picture is a basketball player, with a haughty tone and the same style as himself. The first sentence in the group is very arrogant, "Is that grandson Qi Cheng in the group?"
Qi Cheng stared at this sentence for a few seconds, then smiled slowly.
He took the trumpet and clicked on Qi Zhong's QQ and asked to add friends. The note read: Qi Cheng's classmate.
A few seconds later, Qi Zhong added him.
Qi Cheng threw Han An's phone back, watching him catch it in a hurry, and said lightly, "I'll change your painting at noon."
Han An was overjoyed, "Thanks Qi Cheng brother!"
The siesta situation in the second middle school is strictly controlled. When the time comes, everyone must lie in bed, cannot eat, play with mobile phones, wash clothes, or engage in studies. Those who ask for leave must have a leave note on the door of the dormitory. Check regularly and check back and forth twice. If anyone is not asleep, points will be deducted.
As soon as Qi Cheng got on the bed, his cell phone turned on, and at the same time, the outside ringing to remind him that it was time to take a nap also rang.
On WeChat, the doctor said to him lightly: "Good afternoon."
A penguin logo was displayed on the top of the phone, indicating that someone from QQ had sent him a message.
But Qi Cheng only glanced at it, and returned the doctor's words first.
This is the third day without replying to the doctor's message. The seemingly bold doctor seems to have no plans for the next step. He obediently says good morning, good afternoon, and good night.
Qi Cheng turned on his voice, "What is the doctor's name?"
His tone was smiling, because it was time for a nap, and he suppressed the voice extremely low, deep and magnetic, it sounded as if feathers floated gently by the ear, itching from the ear to the heart.
At this time, QQ popped out the second message.
Qi Zhong: Qi Cheng's classmate?
Qi Zhong: Seeing that I'm upset when I scold your classmate, want to find something?
Qi Cheng’s trumpet is not commonly used. Anyone with a little experience can know that it is a trumpet, but the other party is too arrogant to check it. He has not reported his surname and his first name. Qi Zhong has already believed that he is someone from class 3. Cheng's classmate.
Qi Cheng moved his fingers slightly, and soon, a line of words was posted.
Shuaicheng your husband: Zhou Die and Qi Cheng had lunch together at noon today.
After sending this sentence, he played the trumpet, closed his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.
How bad is the arc of the smile?
Qi Cheng could almost imagine what Qi Zhong would look like.
Don't think about getting a good night's sleep this afternoon.