"79, 80, class 3..." the monitor of class 9 clicked his tongue, "do you want to fight like this?"
But Qi Cheng in front of him has not slowed down yet, and is still passing and descending at a constant speed. Every time it goes past the chin, others make three blushes and thick neck, he is almost 30 and it feels like it has just begun.
Where did this monster come from, it is even comparable to Wu Yuan!
Wu Yuan used to rely on brute force in fights, but after fighting a lot, he learned to use ingenuity, which can often make the opponent more painful without exerting any effort. Now sweating and competing with Qi Cheng for this pull-up, it reminded him suddenly of the time when he was just exerting himself.
Wu Yuan was a little lost in thought, but he didn't pay attention, he had already slipped off the horizontal bar.
"Ah!" The students in Class 3 started cheering as if they had already taken away the victory, "Wu Yuan slipped down! I'm going to win, I'm going to win."
"Hey!" The monitor of Class 9 said hurriedly, "Not sure, not sure, there is still a difference of 9 between Class 3 and Class 9, unless they all make another ten, otherwise everyone will be tied."
Qi Cheng was still doing pull-ups one after another, sweat dripped down his cheeks, dripping his clothes from his neck.
Wu Yuan relaxed his wrist, and concentrated on counting his number in his heart.
Xia Li hoarsely said, "Brother Qi! I'll win right away, just two, just two!"
Qi Cheng jumped down after finishing two, not intending to pretend. The boys in Class 3 clapped their hands excitedly, and surrounded him to give him a high-five, "Qi Cheng, that's amazing!"
"Great! No one is better than you!"
Qi Cheng squeezed out from the crowd, he shook his red palmed hand, and smiled at Wu Yuan who was expressionless, "You lost."
The tone was particularly awkward, as if to say, "You really lost."
"Accidental this time," Wu Yuan pressed his eyebrows, "Next time I will show you what strength is."
Qi Cheng rubbed his chin, pretending to think, "Real strength? How many did you just make?"
Wu Yuan stopped talking.
"My dear friend," Qi Cheng shook his head regretfully, "you have to admit defeat."
Wu Yuan snorted, "Not convinced."
Xia Li came over from the physical education teacher, and said casually: "Then there is still a game, there is time for you to decide the winner."
The physical education teacher announced the winner, and took them to meet another teacher. He couldn't hold back and asked Qi Cheng halfway, "Do you want to be a sports student?"
"He's not," Wu Yuan said calmly, "He's going to be admitted to university."
The physical education teacher was funny, "Physical education students can also go to university, and there are many good universities."
Wu Yuan, "He is not going to be admitted to these universities."
"He does not need it."
Another physical education teacher also tested the results of the girls. The two teachers organized the team and took them to the lawn.
"Let's play a game after the competition," the teacher said with a smile. "Play a traditional, simple game that can also exercise your body. You are familiar with this traditional game. It has an elegant and childlike name, it's called Lost." Handkerchief."
"Throwing what? What handkerchief?"
The people in the two classes were shocked, Qi Cheng turned to Xia Li, "If I remember correctly, we are the third year of high school?"
"Yes," Xia Li said with a complicated expression, "You remember correctly, I guess the teacher made a mistake."
Since the third grade of elementary school, where have they played this.
The teachers ignored their protests and asked them to form a big circle hand in hand, then sat down obediently, and brought out a sports committee member to throw something. Of course, the thing thrown was not a handkerchief, but an empty water bottle.
But not to mention, I felt that the game was mentally retarded before I played it, and I was completely immersed in it when I participated in it. After the tension hit, my whole body was in a state of bouncing at any time, for fear that I would be caught and forced to perform in public.
Class 3 and Class 9 don't know many people of each other's class, basically the empty bottles will only be circulated between classes, the class leader and the sports committee member of the opposing class will basically throw them at the opposing class as soon as they get up.
Qi Cheng ran fast is something that the whole Class 3 knew, the classmates didn't dare to throw him, the monitor of Class 9 on the opposite side still remembered him, put an empty plastic bottle directly behind him, and sat next to Qi Cheng, Hehe laughed, "Run!"
Qi Cheng took the empty bottle and ran away, tensing up with the people he knew, for fear that he would cheat himself.
Wu Yuan sat calmly, in fact, he was ready to be tricked by him at any time.
This kind of mentality is very strange, as if he has already determined that Qi Chengcheng will come and throw it to him.
With a hand on his shoulder, Qi Cheng sat down beside him with a smile, "What a coincidence, handsome guy."
With a dark face, Wu Yuan picked up the bottle and ran away.
Qi Cheng covered his stomach and half-lyed on the ground laughing, but it didn't take long before Wu Yuan curled his lips and sat beside him calmly.
"..." Qi Cheng, "Fuck."
Seeing his figure running away, Wu Yuan thought to himself, this is... quite fun.
After the physical education class came the class meeting, and most of the class members took off their school uniforms and jackets, listening to Teacher Yang's speech from the heat.
After summarizing last week's work, Teacher Yang said with a smile: "Lang Bai left a few signed photos for our school as a reward for the monthly exam. Each of the top ten students in the age group can get it, and the students who have made great progress can also get it. Anyway Come on, it's only two weeks until the end of the month."
After saying this, before get out of class was over for evening self-study, Teacher Yang called Qi Cheng to the corridor alone, and asked him, "How do you feel about the remedial classes with Chi Yan at night?"
Qi Cheng and he were blowing the breeze in the small square, and after a while, Qi Cheng said, "It's pretty good."
"But it can be cancelled." He turned his head, looked into Teacher Yang's eyes, and smiled, "Don't waste Xueba's time."
After chatting with him for a few more words, Teacher Yang was still a little emotional, "You can see that you have put your heart into the homework you handed in these days. Is there some supervision from Chi Yan?"
Qi Cheng hummed.
"It's fine if you don't make up classes at night," Teacher Yang thought for a while, "You really don't need to make up classes now, and your homework will only get heavier and heavier. At this point, the rest is to improve your grades by brushing up on questions."
"It's all done in this way. You read the Tao and make the questions every night, and then write it out for me. I will check the hundred words every night."
Qi Cheng: "... I think I should continue to make up lessons with Xueba."
"There is no need to discuss it." Teacher Yang patted him on the shoulder, "I don't need to make up, you can brush up the questions for me and put the words up for me."
Teacher Yang hammered the final word, and drove Qi Cheng back after speaking, and called other people out to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Qi Cheng sat on the seat with a blank expression on his face. After a while, he brought the flowers by the window and gently touched the leaves on them to vent his breath.
Xia Li, "What did the teacher tell you?"
"Hundred-character writing every night," Qi Cheng repeated, "every night."
Xu Ning and her tablemate in front heard it, laughed out loud, and turned to look at him, "Teacher Yang is so cruel."
Qi Cheng doesn't like language very much, especially noisy and boring language. Compared with the 800 words in Chinese, the 120 words written in English are little angels.
There is no pen and no story in the narrative, and all the discussions can only use parallelism and quotations, and I can’t wait to fill these hundred words with quotations. The whole article looks gorgeous, but in fact there is nothing.
His Chinese score was 101 in the last test, but his Chinese composition was scored 38 by the teacher.
It is still because his handwriting is good-looking, so I gave it a few more points.
"Then what should you do?" Xia Li snickered sullenly, "Qi Cheng, why are you so miserable."
Xu Ning said softly: "Speaking is not that difficult."
"Just look at the beginning and the end."
"Your handwriting is beautiful, click the questions at the beginning and end, and you can get more than forty points in a simple way."
"That's not the problem," Xia Li pointed at Qi Cheng with a pen, and complained, "He doesn't ask the question every time."
Qi Cheng, "...don't talk about it."
After class, Xia Li told Zhu Fan and Han An that it was a joke. Han An brought them a meal and ate it in their class. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Write well Ah Qi Cheng, you are the most handsome in our dormitory."
Qi Cheng unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water, then looked at him, "I bought you a set of questions, you remember to do it."
"Don't be like this bro," Han An said, "I can't even draw well."
"Then endorse and learn English," Qi Cheng said slowly, "Han An, after the unified examination in December, you will also take the college entrance examination. Scores are also very important."
Han An thought for a long time, "Tell me, if I take the school exam..."
"No," Qi Cheng directly refused him, stood up and took Xia Li's cup to fetch water, then went back to sleep and said, "The painting styles are different in different provinces, and you learn it late. After training, go to the school for the exam. There's a ten-in-one chance it's just spending money."
"My drawing is so bad," Han An said with a bitter face, "I might even pass 180 in the UEC."
"It's possible," Qi Cheng smiled, "I believe in you."
He moved the flowers to the desk, frowned, and poured water into them tentatively.
Han An, "The flowers?"
"It's a gift from my little fan." Qi Cheng pursed his lips and put down the water glass. "It will bloom around seven o'clock in the evening."
"Bloom at night?!" The three of them said, "Wow, flowers don't look like they are."
In order to see the flowers bloom, Zhu Fan and Xu Ning changed places, and Han An planned to pretend to go to the bathroom when it was almost seven o'clock.
Time passed bit by bit, halfway through the self-study in the evening of the first quarter, Qi Chengcheng put down his pen and pushed the paper away.
Zhu Fan whispered: "There are still five minutes."
Floor art room.
Han An also secretly put down the pencil, pretended to go to the bathroom, ran to the window of shift 3, and bent over to watch.
Minutes and seconds began to prolong under the expectations of others.
It was not until two minutes past seven that the flowers moved slightly.
Slowly stretching the petals, the ordinary flowers became extremely dazzling at this moment. The red petals bloom, and each flower bud blooms in front of you and behind me.
Xia Li exclaimed, "Beautiful."
Qi Cheng stroked the fluff of the flower with his fingers, took Xia Li's water cup, and used the cup lid to catch a small amount of water. With water droplets on his fingertips, he sprinkled them lightly on each petal.
Zhu Fan's voice was so low that he was afraid of being disturbed, and his face was full of doubts, "Qi Cheng, what are you doing?"
Han An just wanted to say that this is a hobby of art students, and that water droplets can make flowers look more beautiful.
Qi Chengcheng said, "The petals are closed, what if the flowers and leaves also need to absorb water?"
"..." Han An, "I almost believed it."
Qi Cheng laughed, and took out the cardboard that the little fan gave him, and looked at the extremely serious words on it.
When he touched it with his hand, he could feel the notch of the handwriting, and the person who wrote it used great effort.
Although the words are not good-looking, they are very serious.
Qi Cheng patted the jammed paper, put the paper in his pocket, and took a photo of the blooming flowers with his mobile phone. I intend to show my little fanboy, how beautiful this flower is in the hands of his male god.