Xia Li collapsed completely after going to the toilet five times, so he bit the bullet and asked Teacher Yang for leave.
No. 2 Middle School is a boarding school, and the access control is very strict, especially since the school just starts, it is even more difficult to ask for leave.
Qi Cheng waited outside the back door of the classroom, leaning against the wall and waiting for him to come back. When Xia Li came back with the leave slip, he took his wallet and accompanied him to the direction of the school hospital.
The road will pass the student playground. In the early morning, there were still a group of people playing basketball. When the player saw them, he tugged on the sweaty forward's sleeve, "Hey, Qi Zhong, who do you think that is?"
Qi Zhong pulled up the hem of his jacket and buried his head in wiping his sweat, the heat was steaming with his muscles, "Who?"
After he wiped off his sweat, he looked in the direction his teammates were pointing at. Qi Cheng and Xia Li were about to leave the playground, so he immediately gave a fuck and ran after him.
The friends who played together followed in a mighty way.
Qi Cheng and Xia Li stopped when they heard the footsteps, and when they turned around, they saw Qi Zhong running towards them.
"Stop, Qi Cheng!" Qi Zhong grabbed Qi Cheng's neckline, his handsome face hid his anger, "If you have the guts, repeat what you said to Zhou Die in front of me!"
Qi Cheng looked down at his hand, raised his hand to hold his wrist, and opened his fingers to free his neckline from the second disaster.
The back of Qi Zhong's hand was already terribly stretched with blue veins, his fingers were weakly opened, his skin was steamed red under the extreme force, his face was livid, he didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong.
The neckline protected the collarbone again, Qi Cheng took a step back and escaped from the heat brought by Qi Zhong.
"I told her," he smoothed his clothes slowly with one hand, "I'm not the only one named Qi in the whole school, you can find someone who is interested in you, and that person can also be named Qi."
"Why, did I go to find you? Your surname is Qi?"
Qi Zhong's lips were pursed into a straight line, his arms bulged harder, his muscles puffed up, suppressing his emotions, "What's my last name, don't you know?"
The friends trotting over from behind him finally arrived with a surge of enthusiasm. There were so many of them, Xia Li held his stomach and called out weakly, "Qi Cheng."
Qi Cheng let go of Qi Zhong's hand.
Qi Zhong stared at him like a fire. He was tall and big, and he was only wearing the inner lining of his school uniform when he played in the early autumn morning. When the wind blew, the smell of sweat swept over his body, and he was like a threatening firework. Taste, "Let me see you walking with Zhou Die again, I will block you once again."
Qi Cheng had already helped Xia Li up, and as if he hadn't heard him speak, he left the playground under the stares of him and a group of people behind him.
"Fuck," embarrassed, Qi Zhong took the mineral water and gulped it down, using drinking water as a cover, his eyes fixed together, he snorted lightly, "Little boy."
school clinic.
Xia Li's luck was really bad. When they arrived, the doctor on the night shift had already left in a hurry. There was a white note on the sliding door, which said, "The doctor on shift will arrive in ten minutes. Please wait patiently." a bit."
"Oh," Xia Li howled, "I'm so unlucky!"
During the ten-minute class break, Qi Cheng watched him squatting on the ground covering his stomach, walked to the back of the cabinet, followed the advice given by the Internet doctor, took out a tablet of medicine for him, and poured him a glass of warm water.
Xia Li was dripping with sweat, "Is it useful?"
"Try it." Qi Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, "Anyway, you won't die from eating it."
"..." Xia Li still took the medicine.
Before eating, the sliding door was opened outwards, and a cold voice sounded, "It is not recommended to use drug treatment before the disease is screened."
A doctor in a white coat walked into the infirmary, took a look at them, then walked behind the desk, took out a pair of brand new gloves from a drawer, "Come here."
Gloves were put on his slender fingers, and the meticulous doctor was written all over his body, looking serious and indifferent. Xia Li walked up to him and sat down. Qi Cheng stood beside him, looking at them with his hands in his pockets.
The doctor pressed several places on Xia Li's abdomen, and he didn't stop until Xia Li's expression changed and he cried out in pain. He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can before asking, "What did you eat this morning?"
"Steamed soy milk." Qi Cheng changed his posture and said it for Xia Li.
The doctor turned to look at him, "Does it often hurt?"
Qi Cheng smiled, "Just this time."
The doctor nodded, put on a new pair of gloves, and took medicine from the medicine cabinet.
I don't know if seeing the doctor felt comforted. Xia Li really felt that the pain was not as painful as before. Taking advantage of the doctor's back to them, he whispered to Qi Cheng, "I'm a clean freak."
Hearing this, Qi Cheng turned his attention to the doctor.
It was clean, not even the leather shoes were stained with dust, and the black hair was gelled so that none of it was messy.
Looking old-fashioned and indifferent.
"Come here," the doctor turned sideways and pointed at him, his face calm like a deep pool, "help me cut the medicine bag."
Qi Cheng stood up straight, took out his hand from his trouser pocket, walked to the medicine cabinet and was about to take the medicine, but the doctor grabbed his hand. The doctor glanced at him indifferently, took out an alcohol swab to wipe it for him, took out another pair of gloves, and put them on for Qi Cheng himself.
The medical gloves are thin and close to the skin, not easy to wear. From his fingers to the back of his hand, from his fingertips to his fingers, the doctor spared no effort to spare every inch of his skin, smoothing every wrinkle for him slowly.
But Qi Cheng's fingers are long, and in the end, half of the back of his hand is exposed.
After putting on the gloves for him, the doctor immediately took a step back, raised his chin, and signaled him to continue.
Qi Cheng took the medicine bag, tore open a small opening, poured it into hot water, stirred it with the hot air, the granule turned the water into dark brown, and exuded a bitter-sweet smell.
Xia Li didn't know when he came to his side, and asked with a bitter face: "Doctor, how many times a day do you want to drink?"
The doctor looked away from the potion, "Three times."
The language was so concise that Xia Li was embarrassed, and he was too embarrassed to ask him why he had a stomachache.
Ten minutes after taking the medicine, Qi Cheng asked him, "How is it?"
"It's better." Xia Li rubbed his stomach, "I don't know if it's the medicine or the psychological effect."
Qi Cheng laughed, took out his wallet from his side pocket, put his index and middle fingers into the wallet, and took out a bill from it.
The doctor glanced at his wallet. "No cash."
Qi Cheng paused, then took out his mobile phone from his school uniform jacket. The doctor showed him the QR code on his mobile phone, but after scanning it, it was not the payment page, but the WeChat account of the other party.
The WeChat avatar is the profile of a man's face against a dark background, with smooth lines and a straight nose. There is only one "." in the nickname as the name.
Qi Cheng raised his head and glanced at him with a half-smile.
"Sweep it." The doctor's face remained unchanged.
Qi Cheng scanned it, sent him an addition application, took out a red ticket from his wallet, and put it on the glass counter.
Xia Li was still regretful when he followed him out of the school hospital, "That's a hundred oceans, Qi Cheng, you are such a prodigal, the medicine I drank cost thirty yuan to death."
"Distressed?"
"My heart hurts." Xia Li nodded.
"Repay me a hundred yuan if you feel bad." Qi Cheng put on his coat slowly. It's not time for get out of class to end yet, so there are not many people in the entire campus. "Don't let me make soft food."
The school hospital is behind the restaurant, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk to the teaching area. Xia Li groaned, "I want to eat soft food. I sigh every day, why didn't a rich woman take care of me?"
He looked at Qi Cheng with envy and hatred, "Why is there a rich woman willing to support you, aren't you just a little more handsome than me?"
Qi Cheng, "I call her Mom."
"Stepmother," Xia Li, "are all rich women."
The back door of the school was near the school hospital. When they passed by, they saw someone fleeing over the wall of the back door.
This person was wearing a school uniform, and he was also a student. He jumped over the wall neatly. With a kick of his long legs, he sat on the top of the wall in an instant. His face could not be seen clearly from such a long distance, but the violent aura that no one should enter was just as powerful. Know that he is not a good stubble.
However, when the person climbed over the wall, something on his body fell into the grass inside the wall. Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked over. Xia Li could only follow him, carefully hiding behind him.
In the grass was a pack of cigarettes that was about to run out, and there was only one left in it. The brand was Yuxi. Qi Cheng picked up the pack of cigarettes and glanced at the high wall.
He is 1.87 meters, and the wall is 2.6 meters high.
Someone on the other side of the wall cursed in a low voice, with a hoarse voice, "Fuck."
Qi Cheng took out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, took out the lighter from his pocket, turned his head to block the wind and lit the cigarette butt.
The handsome boy lit a cigarette, with a sexy and blurred charm, young, tall and clean. With a cigarette in his hand, Qi Cheng exhaled a mouthful of mist, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Yuxi has always been loved by old smokers, soft and smooth, full of fragrance, Qi Cheng stretched out his hand to Xia Li, "Money."
Xia Li was vigilant, "I don't have that much money with me."
"One dollar bill." Qi Cheng shook off the soot.
Xia Li pouted, and took out a dollar to him.
The boys who jumped over the wall and skipped class heard their voices, "Hello, the people inside."
His tone was impatient, his voice was soaked by the smoke, and he was hoarse, "Throw the cigarette over."
Qi Cheng rolled a one-dollar note into a long strip and put it in a cigarette case, then raised his arm and threw it over the wall.
Xia Li watched his operation with a blank face, and Qi Cheng, who was raised by the corners of his lips, put his shoulders on his shoulders and walked towards the teaching area.
Wu Yuan, who was waiting outside the wall, stood upright with his pockets in his pockets, gloomyly looking at the cigarette case in front of him.
When the cigarette case fell to the ground, it had already been smashed open, and there were neatly rolled green banknotes in the empty box.
Pretending to have his last cigarette for a dollar.
Oh shit.
His thin lips pressed down.
court death.
When they entered the classroom halfway, they were taking Teacher Yang's class.
Teacher Yang teaches Chinese, and his level is quite good. He is leading the students to read through classical Chinese. When he sees them coming in, he tells them to sit down. Only after class has time to ask: "How does Xia Li feel now?"
Qi Cheng rested his chin to look at a small activity square outside the classroom, and listened to Xia Li and Teacher Yang talking about things next to him.
Xu Ning and her tablemate in front also turned their heads to listen, and after Xia Li finished speaking, he asked a few questions, which made Teacher Yang unable to walk, and more and more students gathered around to listen.
Most of them just joined in the fun, but Teacher Yang was very happy, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, "Classical Chinese is difficult to learn at first, but after reading a lot, you will find it very interesting. The feelings of the ancients are hidden in each word. In between, whether it is homesickness and patriotism, or the love you are talking about now, the ancients did not say it, but they said it more implicitly and beautifully, which on the contrary reflected the strong feelings they wanted to express."
The students laughed loudly, "Old Yang, can you give me an example?"
Qi Cheng looked at it with a smile, and joked together, "Mr. Yang, if you want to express your admiration for me, which ancient Chinese sentence would you use?"
"Nonsense!" Teacher Yang feigned anger, "Is your skin itchy again?"
The people around burst into laughter and gave Qi Cheng a thumbs up.
Qi Cheng is the one who likes to tease Lao Yang the most in the class.
But even Lao Yang, who was joked about, was never really angry with him, and no one thought Qi Cheng was mean.
He used to be a model, he is handsome, and he is willing to help others. According to the current situation, it is not too much to call him a male god.
The girls in class 3 really regarded him as a male god.
How can such a person be said to be bad, but he has a good temper.