Early in the morning of the week, students in class 3 found potted flowers in front of the classroom door.
The flowers in the flower pots are like wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the mountain, and they are a bit like morning glory. The petals are closed, and the center of the flower is probably red, but the outside looks pink and white.
A classmate who came first picked up the flower pot and found the white card sandwiched between the flowers and plants.
"Qi Cheng..."
When Qi Cheng came to school, he saw the flowers on his desk.
It was a little different from the blooming appearance last night, Qi Cheng sat in front of the seat and caressed its buds.
The petals are tightly closed, not giving in to his beauty at all, the green leaves grow messily and vigorously, and when you get close, you can still smell the earthy fragrance of flowers.
Xia Li next to him suppressed a smile, "Who would send flowers even in pots?"
Qi Cheng smiled, brushed off the water droplets on the green leaves, and took out the card from the flower.
The handwriting and strokes on it have the seriousness of a primary school student, but it is really ugly, too ugly to look at.
"Who gave it to you?" Xia Li asked, "Oh, why does this character look so similar to mine?"
"Gouzhuzi, congratulations on finding your brother," Qi Cheng put the card in the drawer, put down his satchel, turned and walked out, "I'll go out and get it."
Xia Li, "Where are you going?"
Qi Cheng waved his hand at him, but said nothing.
The teaching building of the third year of senior high school has four floors, and each floor has three classes, classrooms, offices, and meeting rooms. Class 12 is on the fourth floor. Qi Cheng checks the time and runs up in big strides.
After walking three or four steps to the fourth floor, he trotted to the door of Class 12 again.
"Student," he asked the person in the second row, "is Wu You there?"
The student in the first row said, "Wait a minute, let me help you take a look."
Qi Cheng thanked him with a smile, and looked back in the early morning light.
All the students in the class picked up the textbooks to be recited in the morning light, Er's white and blue school uniform was not so ugly overall, the glass refracted colorful lights, and shone obliquely on the hair of the students who were studying.
He scanned all over, and only saw Qi Zhong who was sleeping on the table by the back door.
The students in the front row looked at it several times, then turned their heads, "Wu You is not in the class."
Qi Cheng pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes curled up again, "Then can you send me a message?"
"Thank you for sending me the flowers," he said, "I will take good care of them."
When Wu You rushed over from the dormitory, Qi Zhong was still sleeping next to him with his head buried in his head.
"Don't sleep," he woke Qi Zhong up, "I usually come earlier than you, Qi Zhong, what time did you get up today?"
Qi Zhong was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, "Let me sleep for a while."
The deep blue under his eyes didn't look like he got up early, but he didn't sleep at night.
The students in the front row came over, "Wu You, someone is looking for you this morning."
Wu You was surprised, "Who is it?"
"Qi Cheng," said the student in the front row, "he said thank you for sending him flowers."
"..." Wu You couldn't figure it out, "When will I give him flowers?"
Qi Zhong raised his head at some point, and the blue color in his eyes couldn't stop his scorching gaze, "What else did he say?"
"He said he would take care of it."
After a while, Qi Zhong buried his head in his arms, his shoulders trembling frequently.
But there was still uncontrollable laughter leaking out, like a fool.
Wu You and the students in the front row looked at each other, with question marks written on their heads.
Why is it like an evil.
After thanking Wu You from Class 12, Qi Chengcheng returned to class with a smile on his face.
He temporarily put the potted flower on his desk on the window sill, and his position was right by the window, the sun was shining warmly and warmly, and the tiny fluff on the flower was also illuminated.
Qi Cheng carefully checked the growing environment of tobacco flowers, "It is resistant to heat and humidity, but not cold, so it turns out that it likes to be exposed to the sun."
Seeing him being so serious, Xia Li even teased him, "You can't even cook, how can you feed it?"
"Don't we just need to water it?" Qi Cheng looked at him confusedly, "Let's shine on the sun again."
"It looks like a wild flower, so it shouldn't need to be cultivated too carefully," Xia Li said, "Put it in the dormitory?"
Last night, Wu You and his video watched the flowers bloom at 7:00 p.m. Except for their holidays, they spent six nights in the classroom at 7:00 p.m. Qi Cheng thought for a while, "Let's put the classroom in."
Most of the physical education classes of the 12 classes in the third year of high school are placed on weekdays, some are the fourth class in the morning, and some are the third class in the afternoon.
The second place is big. In addition to the small square and the basketball court, there is also a large playground for running circles. The physical education class of class 3 was in the third quarter of the afternoon. When they walked slowly to the playground, they found that class 9, who usually had classes in the gymnasium, had also been brought to the playground.
Two physical education teachers were standing together and talking, and Wu Yuan was standing in a daze when someone strangled his neck from behind.
Wu Yuan, who was about to elbow back with a conditioned reflex, stopped in time, and Qi Cheng said, "Don't touch the classmate, rob, and take out all the valuable things on your body."
His arm was very strong, and with the interest of joking, Wu Yuan curled his lips, "Poor, no money."
Qi Cheng, "The lines are wrong."
Wu Yuan lazily put down his hands, "If you don't have money, let me go."
Class 9 students looked at Qi Cheng with admiration.
After arguing with Wu Yuan, the physical education teacher clapped his hands and assembled the team.
Class 3 stands in front and Class 9 is behind. Girls are at the front, boys are at the back.
The two teachers asked them to jog around the playground for two laps and then directed the boys to pick up the equipment.
The few tall and strong boys who were often called out consciously walked to the warehouse without needing to roll their names.
The warehouse was very dark, with various equipment piled up, Qi Cheng was about to walk to the corner, when suddenly someone behind him pressed something on his waist.
"Don't move," said the smoker in a low voice, "be careful that I accidentally shoot the gun."
Qi Cheng raised his hands, pressed the corners of his raised lips, coughed to keep from smiling, "What are you going to do? I can give you money, don't hurt me."
He had learned some voice-changing skills, and he was able to deceive Wu Yuan in front of the dormitory that day. Now the tail is trembling, and the voice is ready to be in place every minute.
A hundred times more professional than Wu Yuan just now.
"I'm short of money?" Wu Yuan thought for a while, then changed the topic, "I'm really short, tell me, how much can I give."
"How much do you think I'm worth?" Qi Cheng asked.
Xia Li next to him threw the football in his arms and knelt down on the gymnastics mat with a plop, "Brother! I beg you, don't hurt him! He doesn't have any money! He doesn't have hundreds of millions of money, and he didn't buy it." Two Mercedes-Benz drove and smashed cars, bought two cups of milk tea and drank a cup for himself... He is really a poor man."
Zhu Fan gave Xia Li a 666.
Pfft, the boy who came in to carry things couldn't help laughing, and the pace of walking out was slow.
There are still a few who have already bent over, their shoulders are shaking non-stop, and their laughter has become an exhaust fan.
Qi Cheng, "...listen to my explanation."
The badminton racket on his waist poked, Wu Yuan said, "Say."
"I'll pay it back," Qi Cheng laughed uncontrollably, "I'm really rich."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The others also laughed, "If I'm so addicted to drama, I almost knelt down and begged my brother for mercy."
"You're so rich, Qi Cheng, can't you tell?"
"Why don't we call the police car first, so that the police uncle can also watch your play, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible) I'm dying of laughter."
The corner of Wu Yuan's mouth curled up, he threw the badminton racket aside, and carried things together with them.
When moving the equipment in front of the physical education teacher, the two teachers said that there will be a competition in this class, and a game will be played after the competition.
Girls do sit-ups more than boys do pull-ups. In the whole class relay, the number of people who do it will be added one by one, and whoever has more classes in the end will win.
"Because we want to be fair, we need to calculate the average." The male teacher in class 9 led the boys to the horizontal bar. "The two classes line up one by one. Some boys have particularly bad arm and back strength. If you can’t do it, last time I led 8 classes, if you can make 3, it’s excellent.”
"You need to do well in your studies, and you need to exercise more physically. For the physical examination, you have to choose medicine ball or pull-ups, whichever you have to practice." The physical education teacher inspected the two teams, "Boys in both of your classes look very healthy Yes, come on, the monitors of the two classes stand up."
The monitors of the two classes did not participate in the competition, but were in charge of counting the opposing class. Xia Li was overjoyed and gave Qi Cheng and Zhu Fan a cheering gesture.
The difference in physical strength among the boys in the third year of high school was not that big. Both Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan stood behind, watching the students in front of them all blushing and writing from the horizontal bar with thick necks.
The monitor of class 9 reported the number, "49 in class 3."
Xia Li, "53 in Class 9."
4 short.
Wu Yuan glanced at Qi Cheng from the corner of his eye, Qi Cheng felt it, and raised his eyebrows to look back.
"Your class will lose miserably," Wu Yuan, "because I didn't skip class today."
Qi Cheng shook his finger, also full of confidence, "Wu Yuan, don't be so full of words."
The two looked at each other, and the students around who heard this all knew that this was the highlight of the competition.
The two of them took the initiative to stand at the end, and it would be clear who could do it and who couldn't.
The number of people in front gradually decreased, and the numbers reported increased.
"61 in Class 9."
"Class 3," the monitor of class 3 couldn't help laughing, "52 in class 3."
The physical education teacher laughed, "What's going on with class 3? It's 9 points away. The situation is critical."
In the end, Wu Yuan and Qi Cheng got ready for the backswing.
The physical education teacher knew Wu Yuan in his class, and knew that he had good physical strength. Before blowing the whistle, he reminded him, "It's almost done."
Losing too much also dampens motivation.
Wu Yuan's arm muscles were tense, and he was already accumulating energy.
Qi Cheng glanced at the monitor of class 9 with a smile, "Count it well, don't trick me."
The classmates who had already finished gathered around the monitor of Class 9, "Don't worry, we will count with him!"
The physical education teacher blew the whistle, and the two stretched out their hands and jumped to grab the horizontal bar.
Palms facing forward, slightly wider than shoulders, the two slender figures have their feet off the ground, and their postures are very standard.
The students in the two classes together counted for their own class.
"53, 54, 55, 56..."
"62, 63, 64..."
The two people holding the horizontal bar kept going up and down, one after another, following each other's speed closely, and neither one lost the other.