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Chapter 8
After waking up, Qi Chengcheng was pushed to the studio by Han An.
Because Han An’s art teacher will comment in the afternoon, the time for this afternoon nap is extremely short. Qi Cheng wore a peaked cap, the exposed jaws were sharply angular, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and he was a little sleepy.
But when he picked up the pencil and changed the drawing to Han An, he was completely awake again.
The thumb and index finger hold the pencils and arrange neat lines diagonally.
People with good-looking hands are good-looking at everything. Han An was originally staring at the painting he had, but unconsciously, he began to unconsciously stare at Qi Cheng's hand holding the pen.
This is the instinctive pursuit of beauty by human beings. Qi Cheng is not like him in painting. Han An gets a lead every time he draws a sketch, but Qi Cheng does not. No matter which direction his hand turns, his hands are white, as if he can take a set of close-up photos with a camera in the next second.
Qi Cheng's movements are fast, with clean lines and appropriate weights. He stood up and stepped back to look at the painting, "Only the perspective of the mouth is wrong, everything else is fine."
Three or two times, it was exactly the same as Han An said. He drew a mouth within a few minutes. He didn't use the eraser to make the highlight, all the blanks left before.
"It's great!" Han An, "just doesn't match my other facial features, I drew a black man, I don't deserve your mouth."
Qi Cheng came out with him and washed his hands in the water pipe. The cold water was comfortable. Qi Cheng asked him to hold his hat and took two handfuls of water to wash his face.
The drop of water slid down the chin onto the school uniform, and a flashlight was lit next to him. Qi Cheng took a look at it. The girl who was taking pictures was blushing, standing in place with fear and helplessness, holding the phone stiffly in his hand.
Qi Chengchao smiled, and walked side by side with Han An.
"Have you taken orders recently?"
Han An handed him a cigarette, and the two came to the back of the teaching building, taking advantage of the small number of people, and chatting for a while.
Qi Cheng took it and put it in his hands to play, but didn't draw, "Study is important."
"But I don't see how much you pay attention to study," Han An vomited, "Isn’t there a bonus item for the college entrance examination? You can add 5 points for any 4A, and you can get extra points for any awards. Grandma’s, you have to add points. How many points?"
"There are restrictions on that," Qi Cheng smiled, "Don't talk dirty."
They chatted for a while, and waited for Han An to finish smoking before going back. On the way, Chi Yan hurriedly came out of the office. They were also taken aback when they saw them.
Then he pushed his glasses, calmly nodded to them.
Qi Cheng turned sideways and let him pass between himself and Han An. Chi Yan suddenly stopped when he passed by. He stood upright and said to Qi Cheng, "The school plans to give us a test in the past few days. "
The second middle school just started, and most of the students in the past summer vacation have already forgotten about learning. The teachers have already prepared a set of problems, waiting to teach them.
Qi Cheng was a little surprised at this, "So fast."
Chi Yan nodded, the eyes of the always deserted people burned with a dazzling fighting spirit, "Last time on the math test, you were number one. I will wait for this test."
"Compared with me?" Qi Cheng casually leaned against the corridor pillars, "You will only be the number one."
Chi Yan's lips widened, he pushed his glasses, and after his hands dropped, he grabbed the crevices of his trousers, seeming a little at a loss, "No, I didn't mean that."
However, I rarely communicate with people. I don't even know what to say. Chi Yan's smooth forehead is sweating, "I just want to compete with you in mathematics."
Xueba said a lot today. Qi Cheng looked at him from under the brim of his hat and suddenly smiled, "Then I'll wait."
Han An joked next to him, "Elementary school bully, I dare not promise you the others. In science, especially mathematics, this is very simple for my brother Qi. Don't cry if you lose."
Chi Yan didn't refute anything, but just nodded, and then left in a hurry.
The radio began to ring, and there were cheerful and youthful songs in it, which indicated that the students who were waking up and taking a nap were rushing to the teaching area. After singing twice, the afternoon class would begin.
Han An patted Qi Cheng's shoulder, "I'll go back first, and bleach the African nose I painted. Thanks, brother, I will invite you to barbecue at the end of the month."
Qi Cheng snorted softly, "Go away."
The doctor in the medical care room also replied a voice to Qi Cheng, which was sent just before class.
"Guhuai," the doctor's voice seemed to smell of disinfectant and cleanliness, and he was a little tired, "remember."
Ancient surname, this surname is rare.
Qi Cheng threw the phone in the drawer.
But this name is very suitable for doctors.
The principal of No. 2 Middle School emphasizes the combination of work and rest and deeply comprehends the foundation of comprehensive quality education. Therefore, the study pressure of No. 2 Middle School is not as heavy as that of other schools. The principals and teachers focus on the results and use high-quality topics to improve the quality of students. With regard to other entertainment methods such as mobile phones during breaks, as long as they are properly controlled and cannot have a bad effect on themselves, most of them also keep one eye open.
But on the contrary, the admission rate of the second middle school is the highest in city A, and the students who graduated from the second 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 was very hypnotic during class. Qi Cheng was near the window. As soon as the sunlight came in, he almost languidly fell asleep.
Outside, a teacher hurriedly walked up and down, Qi Cheng raised his eyes and took a look. This time his eyes were completely closed and they were still open.
There was another black shadow walking by in the corridor. This black shadow passed through Qi Cheng's window and did not 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 with his back facing the sun, unable to see the expression, his tone was stiff and cold, "Hi."
After saying this, it was like completing a certain task, with hands in his pockets, stiffly and quickly out of the window of Class 3.
"Hiss——" Xia Li took a breath and blurted out, "Wu Yuan is sick?!"
Say hi to Qi Cheng?
Was Wu Yuan's brain broken or was he hallucinating in his ears?
Xia Li pushed Qi Cheng again, his face was incredible, "Have you heard, Wu Yuan took the initiative to say hello to you! Did he wake up?"
"Possibly," Qi Cheng nodded with his chin on his back, "Sleep."
He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Right!" Xia Li, "Fuck, it's so scary!"
The biology teacher on the podium was dissatisfied, "Xia Li, your class leader is still 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 again, Qi Cheng, whoever did it wrong, copy this question to me ten times."
The implicated Qi Cheng sighed and went up to the question with Xia Li, who wanted to cry without tears.
But the question on the blackboard was obvious to him.
It's as simple as one-minded, doing the questions while thinking about what Wu Yuan said.
The fierce of the school overlord.
But it is a promised person.
When the evening self-study class was in the second class, Mr. Yang went to the class and told about the exam in the next two days.
The news caused the whole class to scream, "Don't be teacher, we haven't finished the exam content yet!"
"The question will only give you what you have learned," Teacher Yang was unmoved, "Is this something I can change? This is an order from the grade group. You should prepare well tonight and strive for a good exam in the next two days. Grades."
"This is too sudden, isn't it? The lesson is over right away, how can I review it?"
Teacher Yang is unpredictable, "What I want is for you to be surprised."
"Even if I give you one day in advance, what can you do, can you finish the review?"
The students in City A don’t know how to teach in other places in S Province, but their teaching plans have been tightly arranged. Basically, they have to learn a complete high school knowledge in the first and second grades. Less part. Because all the remaining time in the third year of high school must be reviewed.
With so much knowledge, it only takes one day, not to mention five subjects, you can't finish reviewing one subject.
Not to mention that the second middle school has always been abnormal, as long as you think about it, you will completely give up. After Mr. Yang arranged the examination room, he returned to the dormitory, regardless of whether or not to review.
Qi Cheng did not change much, but when he returned to the dormitory, he ran into a schoolmaster standing under the tree again in the teaching building.
Although he is not as tall as Qi Cheng, his body proportions are excellent. When he looks from a distance, he is tall and slender, standing upright like a tall bamboo, and exuding the fragrance of bamboo.
Chi Yan looked at him, but didn't move forward, but his gaze reflected a war-inspiring light in the moonlight.
It seemed to remind Qi Cheng that tomorrow would be their battlefield.
No one knew why Xueba focused on Qi Cheng.
But this feeling is both novel and fun for Qi Cheng, so does it encourage him to take the exam seriously?
He smiled at Xueba, his back came slightly, revealing the scorn he had hidden well in the past.
Reaching out his hand, he casually and lazily made an "OK" gesture at Xueba.
The author has something to say:
Xueba is actually not short, 1.75 meters, but he was on the podium at that time, and the height of the soles and uneven ground caused him to only reach the sample paper of Qi Cheng's chest (I know I’m wrong, but Xueba wants face orz)