After Mu Yanzhu left Jiang Qingchi's ward, she went to find the school doctor.
The school doctor smiled and said that there was nothing wrong with Jiang Qingchi. Even if he knocked a little, his skin was not broken, let alone his bones.
"Then there's no need for amputation?" Mu Yanzhu asked worriedly.
"Amputation? Hahaha."
The school nurse pursed her lips in amusement.
"The boy told you that he wanted to have his leg amputated? It was a big deal. I said he was fine and didn't need to be hospitalized, but he still had to ask me to put a plaster on him. The handsome boy is so handsome, but why is his brain structure so strange?"
Hearing this, the corners of Mu Yanzhu's mouth finally couldn't help but twitch twice.
"I understand, thank you."
Are you teasing her again
Forget it, he hasn't been like this for a day or two, but she gets fooled every time.
There was nothing she could do about it, because the other person was him, and she couldn't care less about anything about him.
…
The eighth day of the breakup.
The last contemporary popular culture class, after finishing this class, I feel relieved this semester.
Mu Yanzhu came very early and saw Jiang Qingchi sitting in the fifth row as soon as he entered the door.
As always, he took a seat for her, twirling the ballpoint pen with his slender fingers. He wore a coat with black and white stripes that looked like a yellow mandarin, and hung around his neck the hand-knitted gray scarf that she gave him as a birthday gift.
After they broke up, everything was settled. Only this scarf lay between them, which was the only evidence of their love.
Mu Yanzhu walked to the last row and found an empty seat to sit down.
She was used to sitting at the end, and soon the rest of the students came one after another. This was the last class, so the attendance rate was particularly high today. Looking from the back, the front was full of heads.
But she could still see Jiang Qingchi at a glance. He noticed that the back of his head looked different from others.
While he was dazed, the back of his head started to move.
Move slowly from the front to the back.
Um? ?
what happened? ?
Until the back of her head turned into a handsome and striking face, looking down at the female classmate next to her.
"Classmate, can I change seats with you? I want to sit with my girlfriend."
The other party was a shy girl. When she saw Jiang Qingchi, she blushed and nodded, and hurriedly packed her schoolbag.
Jiang Qingchi smiled and said, "Thank you, classmate."
When the handsome guy smiled, the girl couldn't find Bei, so she hurriedly took her schoolbag and went to the front.
Jiang Qingchi sat down majestically, deliberately ignoring the two paying attentions beside him.
"Are you satisfied with this face?" He asked arrogantly and narcissistically with his hands folded behind his head.
Mu Yanzhu: "You did it on purpose."
She deliberately came here at this time, as class was starting, and now it was too late for her to change seats.
Jiang Qingchi finally looked at her and said, "Miss Xueba, can you analyze why I did it on purpose?"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu was too lazy to talk to him and lowered her head to read.
To deal with such a scoundrel, just ignore him. No matter what you say, he will be able to choke you.
After a while, the hand on the table was suddenly held by someone, squeezed domineeringly into her fingers, and interlocked with hers.
"what you do??"
"This way I won't disturb your reading."
"Jiang Qingchi!"
"Students, I will write down the scope of this final exam on the blackboard. Please take note of it."
The moment the bald teacher turned his head, Jiang Qingchi pinched Mu Yanzhu's chin and moved from the corner of her mouth to her lips, breathing together.
(End of chapter)