Due to the small number of students, except for Qi Linqing, they all showed that Yazi did not really want to learn Taijiquan, and the teacher was not distracted in teaching.
Halfway through the teaching, the teacher let the students move freely.
Qi Linqing originally thought that he would be able to learn some of the essence of Taijiquan, but he didn't expect to learn even the fur.
The weather in March began to be cold in spring. The sun was shining, pouring fiercely on the brownish-red half-circle track of the playground.
In the distance came the rumble of an airplane flying low over the sky.
He bent down to pick up his thermos from the steps, unscrewed the lid and took two sips of hot tea, then walked slowly towards the classroom.
Along the way, Qi Linqing could still hear a few passing classmates discussing about Zhong Chen bluffing.
"Brother Zhong was so handsome when he shot the arrow just now!!"
"I'm almost moved by a man."
"He is so good at basketball, but he can't imagine that he also hits all hearts in archery..."
"Follow him well in the future, with big brother covering us, the future is boundless!!"
The image of Zhong Chen as a school bully who doesn't talk too much has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Qi Linqing thought so too, until he saw the pink cat's paw cotton socks that the deskmate inadvertently revealed when he stretched his legs again.
Last time it was polka dots, this time it's cat's claws. It can't be seen that this school bully is quite "sultry".
Qi Linqing remembered that his former little apprentice was also like this. He was a decent boy, but secretly used a pink embroidered purse.
"Is there any water?" Zhong Chen patted the person at the front table.
He also changed into short sleeves in physical education class just now, revealing the intimidating dragon tattoo on his right arm. Coupled with the short bearded hair, handsome and deep facial features, if paired with a pair of sunglasses and cigarettes, it looks like a gangster in Hong Kong dramas in the 1990s.
The front desk turned around, and tremblingly said: "Zhong, Brother Zhong, no, no, I'm going to the canteen to buy it for you now!"
"Forget it." Zhong Chen leaned back.
"I have." Qi Linqing handed over the thermos cup and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Zhong Chen hesitated for a moment, then took it. It's not that he is narcissistic, but that the description in the book about the other party's liking for the original owner is too silly.
In just a few seconds, he even guessed from the incident of borrowing water whether Qi Linqing wanted to kiss him indirectly.
That's all.
Zhong Chen poured out a pill, raised the thermos cup high, and poured it straight down without touching the cup.
His movements were so fast that Qi Linqing hadn't had time to say that sentence:
"Be careful—" hot.
"puff!"
Zhong Chen directly sprayed a sip of tea onto the back of the front table.
After a moment of stiffness at the front desk, he quickly took off his clothes, turned around 90° and bowed to him, "Thank you, Brother Zhong, for the water!"
Zhong Chen: "..."
The prestige of the original owner is so terrifying.
Qi Linqing took out a few tissues and handed them over, and said to Zhong Chen, "I just forgot, be careful of burning."
Zhong Chen: "!!!"
Does anyone drink hot water in summer? Hey! And it's still this weird chrysanthemum tea...
wrong. Zhong Chen silently picked out a wolfberry from his mouth.
Wolfberry + chrysanthemum tea? ? ?
What is this supreme dark drink.
Monday went by like this.
Except for sponsored students, junior high school students generally do not live on campus.
After school, the school gate was crowded with people and all kinds of luxury cars were jammed up.
Du Yuanbai pushed aside the crowd and hurriedly chased after him, calling Qi Linqing: "Do you want to sign up for the National Youth Talent Competition?"
Qi Linqing asked back: "Why should I participate?"
Du Yuanbai was speechless.
He paused, sorted out his wording in his mind, and tried to persuade the other party: "This competition has a high gold content, so Qi Lele applied for the piano. Aren't you very good at Chinese painting, and you just happen to win a big prize to avenge your shame."
Qi Linqing sensitively captured the key words: "Gold content? Can you get a lot of gold by participating in the competition?"
Du Yuanbai had black lines all over his head, "Of course not... It refers to the recognition of the competition by the society."
"Oh, then I'm not free." Qi Linqing immediately lost interest.
It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry. Du Yuanbai thought that he could only use his nirvana. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pulled out the negative comments from netizens, and dangled them in front of Qi Linqing.
"Look!" Du Yuanbai said loudly: "These people are scolding you! Calling you a bumpkin, not even Qi Lele's toe can compare to a dirt dog, a dirt dog will always be a dirt dog, and even a pheasant wants to fly on a branch Head like a phoenix…”
Qi Linqing said lightly, "It has nothing to do with me."
Anyway, he doesn't know how to surf the Internet, and he can't see it.
Du Yuanbai: "..."
Person in charge
What puzzled Du Yuanbai the most was that Qi Linqing didn't care about the disturbance from the outside world at all.
In the past, he was able to create 100 trumpets to seamlessly switch and scold these netizens until dawn, and he was known as a fighter among keyboard warriors.
Du Yuanbai thought to himself, Qi Linqing has changed.
He seems to have been smoothed by life, and he no longer has that kind of worldly desire.
Back home, Qi Linqing immediately went upstairs to the study to adjust the paint.
The ore raw materials bought from the mounting shop last time still need to be processed again.
He bent over and stood in front of the table, pounding and grinding carefully with a pestle and mortar, and then slowly filtering through a layer of fine gauze.
This step is very delicate, and if impurities are accidentally mixed in, it will be destroyed in one go.
Qi Linqing was so absorbed in the world of paint making that he didn't even notice that the nanny knocked on the door three or four times.
Boom boom boom.
After a while, Qi Linqing realized it. He took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then turned around and walked over to open the door.
"What's up?"
Nanny: "The young master's fiancé is here... He and the eldest young master are not at home now, why don't you go down and have a look?"
Qi Linqing nodded slightly: "Okay."
Even if the visitor is not kind, he will not lose the courtesy of hospitality.
Qi Linqing gently closed the door, blocking the nanny's probing eyes, and then walked downstairs on the wooden steps of the villa.
On the sofa in the living room on the first floor, there was a figure sitting.
It was Gong Fu Hanri, the protagonist in the book.
In terms of appearance, he is well-deserved eye-catching. The eyebrows are straight, the nose is high and the lips are thin, which simply outlines a sliced face.
In terms of talent and status, he is a well-known movie king in China, with superb acting skills, he is admired by thousands of people.
In this novel titled "The Fake Young Master and the Movie King First Loved and Then Married", Fu Hanri's character is set to be indifferent and alienated. He maintains a polite attitude towards everyone, but in fact he is far away from you. Thousands of miles away.
Only the protagonist, Shou Qi Lele, broke into his heart like a pure deer, making him irreversible ever since, bah, it made the actor, who is high above the world, taste the pain and sweetness of love.
"Hello." Qi Linqing nodded to Fu Hanri and said, "Do you need some more tea?"
Fu Hanri was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said, "No need."
Qi Linqing: "Then I have something else to do, can you sit down slowly?"
The man said "you" and it was really twisted, Fu Hanri frowned, and said coldly: "No, I came here specially for you this time."
"For me?" Qi Linqing was a little surprised, there was no relevant plot in the original text.
Fu Hanri: "Have you participated in "Tangyue Fengyun"?"
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
In the article, Fu Hanri condescends to take over the male lead role in "Tangyue Fengyun" for the sake of Qi Leleyu, but this matter is still in the confidential stage for the time being. With his status, he won't appear in the crew easily.
Fu Hanri had just flown back from the American awards ceremony this morning, when he received a text message from Qi Lele complaining.
He stared at the young man, his dark eyes flashed with coldness, and warned, "You'd better stay away from Lele."
Qi Linqing nodded, "Okay."
Fu Hanri: "If I find out again that you used those insidious schemes to frame him, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Qi Linqing continued to nod: "OK."
Fu Hanri's chest rose and fell. He generally doesn't get angry unless he can't help it.
The other party's indifferent attitude is really too much! gas! people! up!
Qi Linqing remembered that he hadn't watered the flowers when he just came back, so he stood up and said, "I really have something to do, Mr. Fu, goodbye."
This sentence sounded like to Fu Hanri's ears: Get lost! It's better to leave than to send.
Not seen for a while, this guy seems to have suddenly upgraded to version 2.0. Upgraded from a low-level clown to a yin and yang leader who is so angry that people don't pay for his life.
Fu Hanri was so angry that he walked away, and as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the villa, he ran into the young master of the Qi family who was coming back from get off work.
Under the night.
Love rivals meet, extremely jealous.
Qi Yingjun quickly took out the mask from his pocket and wanted to put it on.
But it's too late—
Fu Hanri's usual stern expression showed some waves.
He saw the distinct palm prints on Qi Yingjun's left and right cheeks at a glance.
Qi Yingjun is very vigilant, and now there are rumors that he is as green as green grass.
In case Fu Hanri made irresponsible remarks in front of Qi Lele...
"Don't get me wrong." Qi Yingjun growled with red ears, "I just... accidentally slapped myself while beating a mosquito!"
Fu Hanri: "There are so many mosquitoes in summer."
Qi Yingjun: I suspect that you are implicating me, but I have no proof.
On Tuesday, Qi Lin got up early to go to school.
He thought that he would have another whole day like listening to heavenly scriptures, but he didn't expect that there would be an art class.
Qi Linqing thought it should be very interesting, so he brought the book and arrived in the classroom ahead of schedule.
The art classroom is on the top floor of the teaching building, the electric fan is whirring, and the young teacher Yi twisted his waist and opened the door to enter.
Qi Linqing heard a few students behind him chattering:
"I bet on a pack of spicy strips, Yi Chaoming must be gay!"
"I think so too hahaha."
Qi Linqing frowned and pondered: What exactly does [give (gay)] mean
Yi Chaoming walked to the podium and put down the designer handbag. His eyes patrolled the audience like an eagle, and soon saw Qi Linqing sitting in the corner.
The boy's messy blond hair was particularly eye-catching.
Yi Chaoming immediately looked away in disgust and looked down at the phone. The screen lit up, and his phone wallpaper was a photo of Qi Lele's swimming pool.
That's right, Yi Chaoming is Qi Lele's fan, as well as his mother's fan.
Probably because of the psychology of the fan circle, these mothers always dislike people like Qi Linqing who are threatening to their cubs. Yi Chaoming is no exception, he doesn't know how many sinister Zu'an golden sentences he contributed to the online black relative Linqing.
"Quiet me up! Stop arguing." Yi Chaoming tapped on the blackboard and began to order the class representatives to distribute paper, pens and ink.
"This semester focuses on the national quintessence course. Today we will practice a few simple calligraphy fonts."
Qi Linqing immediately sat up straight and looked over.
After buying paints, he still needs to buy writing brushes, inkstones, silk, etc., which is probably a huge expense.
It is also good to have a few sheets of paper and pen and ink for free.
After receiving the pens and papers, many students put them aside casually, not bothering to be blown to the ground by electric fans, and continued to chat or play games in a row.
Yi Chaoming was used to this and didn't bother to say anything. Anyway, Class 18 has been completely abandoned by the school.
These uneducated rich second generations don't have to worry about their own lives. After graduation, they can inherit the family business or go abroad to get a diploma.
Qi Linqing bent down to pick up the rice-character rice paper scattered on the ground, and walked right in front of Zhong Chen.
He thought that the school bully in the original text would not be happy to write calligraphy, and immediately pointed to the paper on the other's desk and asked, "This, can you give it to me if you don't use it?"