After Qi Zhong returned to the dormitory, he took the towels and things to wash up, just went out, and came back with a dark face, went to the balcony to get a basin, and took out today's clothes to wash.
"Which laundry detergent smells the best?"
Wu You, who also played in the same dormitory with him, was surprised, "Then who doesn't have fabric softener? This thing smells better than laundry detergent, and the scent lasts longer. You two use it together."
"Who messed with you, brother, you've already made a fool of yourself for a night of self-study."
Qi Zhong didn't want to talk, so he went to the water room with a basin in his hand and a straight face.
Qi Cheng still doesn't know what effect his words have on others.
He joked and laughed with his roommates, and didn't go to bed until after ten o'clock in the evening, when the lights in the dormitory building were turned off.
The phone lit up under the blanket, and someone sent him a message on WeChat.
Doctor: "A box of medicaments is thirteen yuan, change is eighty-seven, come and get it before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
Looking at this line of words, one can imagine the doctor's cold tone.
Qi Cheng: "Doctor, can I transfer the money?"
The doctor replied in a second: "No."
Unrelenting, tough tone.
Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.
[The indifferent doctor with a cleanliness has something wrong with you, what do you want to do?]
[A. If he was ignoring the clumsy strike-up, what else would he do?]
[B. Such a lovely doctor, how could he be willing to let him spend the night alone?]
He turned off his phone, put it next to the pillow, and closed his eyes.
I have no intention of replying at all.
Today is only Tuesday, and the morning reading class has already lost half of the students.
The students were exhausted until after breakfast, and the students managed to recover a little bit of energy.
Qi Cheng's life is too unique, he sleeps when others sleep, and others learn from him and still sleep. I am full of energy every day. The books on the desk include not only counseling materials, but also picture albums and landscape collections.
In this way, he became the top 30 in his grade, and when he was lucky, he could get into the 20th, but most of them wandered back and forth in the 20s.
His talent in science amazed the teachers. Whether it was mathematics or chemical physics, in Qi Cheng's mind, it seemed to be a very simple thing. He used science topics as homework adjustments.
However, compared to the excellent science subjects, he was completely abolished in liberal arts subjects.
Teacher Yang really loves and hates him, including his grades.
Senior high school students have already passed the "mini-college entrance examination", and the academic proficiency test of compulsory subjects is only waiting for the results. Elective subjects and language and mathematics are two classes together every time, and the third and fourth classes in the morning happen to be Teacher Yang's class.
"Take Chi Yan from Class 6 as an example," Teacher Yang, "He was the first in the whole grade in the final exam last time, and he was also the first in every subject except mathematics. In the next exam, who can give me back one more First in a single subject?"
The students in Class 3 all saw Lao Yang looking at Qi Cheng.
Because the first place in the single subject of mathematics last time was won by Qi Cheng.
Qi Cheng was watched by him, and suddenly blinked at Teacher Yang.
Xia Li interjected: "Teacher, there are quite a few good students in our class."
Teacher Yang quickly looked away, fearing that he would become soft-hearted again, and snorted, "No one can beat Chi Yan, so how powerful is that?"
"The teachers in our grade group have discussed a new teaching method. Tonight, I will have the first class of self-study, and I am going to ask Chi Yan to give you a lecture."
"Since our class has the worst grades in physics, he will make up physics for you. When the time comes, don't bully others. If you know how to do your homework quietly, if you don't know how to do your homework, listen to the class carefully. Do you hear me?"
Xu Ning turned around with a smile and said to Qi Cheng: "Your physics is very good. Isn't Lao Yang's effort in vain?"
"Then if Qi Cheng is up," Xia Li joked, "Are you looking at Qi Cheng, or the words on the blackboard?"
"Of course I watched both!"
Qi Cheng ignored their teasing, got up and went to the bathroom after class.
He walked out, and by coincidence, on the way to the toilet, he met Qi Zhong who was walking back.
Qi Zhong was taken aback when he saw him, then he turned down and walked over quickly, Qi Cheng walked to the right, and he also walked to the right, Qi Cheng rubbed to the left, and he also rubbed to the left.
Qi Cheng smiled and said, "You blocked me so you blocked me so much."
Qi Zhong smirked at Zhang Jun's face, "Master just let you see it in advance, don't be afraid when the time comes."
He was tense, obviously wary of Qi Cheng, but acted as if Qi Cheng was not in his eyes at all. Qi Cheng didn't want to laugh at first, but he still couldn't help it.
With this smile, Qi Zhong is like a frightened wolf cub, his beautiful muscles are stretched even more, his eyes are fixed on Qi Cheng, he is cautious and bold, "What are you laughing at?"
"I still have to go to the bathroom." Qi Cheng looked at his watch, suddenly changed the subject, and smiled, "You smell pretty good today."
Flames burst out in Qi Zhong's eyes, and his brows were furrowed, which reminded Qi Zhong of the scene of himself rubbing his clothes hard last night.
Wu Yuan walked by, and when he passed them, he heard Qi Cheng's voice.
It's a bit of a frivolous joke, the same voice as the person who played him with a dollar.
Qi Cheng seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head back to see that Wu Yuan had strode over with a sullen face, his voice was low and hoarse, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
His eyes were stern, as if he was about to step forward and make a move now.
The corner of Qi Zhong's mouth pressed down, "Hey, I saw this guy first."
It should be him who taught the lesson first.
Wu Yuan glanced at Qi Zhong, with hostility coming from the corner of his eyes, "Get lost."
The two of them were at war with each other, and the three big and tall men stood here, coming and going very conspicuously. Not far away, there was already a teacher walking this way, Qi Cheng saw it at a glance, and smiled at Wu Yuan: "The teacher is here, why don't you go quickly?"
The one who came was the grade director, surnamed Bao, nicknamed Bao Zheng, and the students were quite afraid of him.
Wu Yuan didn't expect him to be able to laugh at him, and his brows were deeply wrinkled. He took a deep look at Qi Cheng, like an eagle staring at its prey, and walked quickly into the teaching building in silence.
Qi Cheng only looked at Qi Zhong at this moment, Qi Zhong and him looked at each other, and the corners of Qi Cheng's mouth curled up.
Qi Zhong showed a constipated expression, twisted his face and bumped away from his shoulder, and ran away quickly.
When he ran over, he brought a gust of fragrance, which made Qi Cheng stand still for a while, and then he held his stomach and laughed uncontrollably.
As expected, Chi Yan came to teach the evening self-study class.
Chi Yan wore glasses, and the lenses were cold. He put the textbook on the desk and held a test paper in his hand.
This test paper was issued by the Physics Teaching and Research Office of No. 2 Middle School. The quality is very good, and a large number of students who are not good at physics are killed. The physics class of class 3 happens to be on Wednesday. Seeing him explain the paper to them in advance, the students of class 3 applaud very enthusiastically .
But Xueba still didn't even look like he was smiling.
Chi Yan's voice was clear, like snowflakes in winter, and it was another kind of pleasant to hear. Qi Chengcheng stopped wearing earphones and looked at the album while listening to him.
His father was still there, because he saw that he liked these things, and sent him to learn painting. But that institution is taking exam-oriented education, learning still life gouache and plaster of human head. In the end, the teacher of the institution found out about Qi Cheng's grades, so he contacted Qi Cheng's father in fright. Only then did the old man know that he had sent his son to the wrong place. out of place.
But Qi Cheng learned it slowly.
In fact, Qi Cheng is not only interested in such a fine art, he has a wide range of interests, and he is willing to try everything, whether it is photography or sports such as ice skating, he has studied for a while.
Because of his nature, and his grades were above the level, the teachers turned a blind eye to him, which can be called indulgence.
After flipping through a picture book, Chi Yan on it also finished three questions.
He opened the lid of the cup and took a sip of water, the water on his lips shone in the light. After noticing Qi Cheng's gaze, he nodded slightly politely and restrained.
The blackboard was full of formulas and numbers. He wiped off his handwriting with the blackboard eraser. There was a place on the top of the blackboard that had not been wiped clean before. Chi Yan raised his arm, but missed it.
Some of the students sitting below laughed a few times, Chi Yan's expression remained unchanged, he pushed his glasses calmly, and tiptoed to wipe them again.
Still not enough.
"puff."
Xia Li patted the table, his face turned red with a suppressed smile.
"Xueba is cute, isn't he?"
Qi Cheng kicked his chair and smiled, "As the class monitor, why don't you go up and help?"
"You go." Xia Li looked at the height of the blackboard, a little worried, "This blackboard is usually this high? Xueba looks quite tall, why can't even he touch it."
Qi Cheng got up, turned to look at him sideways, and then hooked his lips, "There is something called body proportion."
He walked to the podium, took the blackboard eraser from Xueba's hand from behind, and erased the writing bit by bit.
Chi Yan's legs were straight and long, and he was tall with clothes on. But it was only then that the students in Class 3 realized that he had just reached Qi Cheng's chest. When Qi Cheng walked past him from behind, he could clearly see the difference in height between the two.
Chang Yao, who was sitting in the middle, looked up at the podium.
He saw Qi Cheng's fingers from Qi Cheng's upper body, five distinct fingers pinching the black blackboard eraser, astonishingly beautiful like an ink painting, he couldn't help but began to follow his hand to draw on the paper, and finally drew a chicken feet.
Chang Yao's ears turned slightly red.
In the next second, I realized that this was the physics test paper to be taught tomorrow.
Chi Yan pursed her lips, "Thank you."
He took the blackboard eraser from Qi Cheng's hand and put it on the table, looked at the chalk dust on his hand, took out a tissue from his pocket, and thanked him again.
Qi Cheng smiled and said no, and got off the podium. A girl in the second row in front grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and said in a soft voice, "Qi Cheng, pick up a pen for me."
Chi Yan saw that he was helping the girl pick up the pen in a good manner. He glanced down at the paper, glanced at the blackboard eraser he had just put down from the corner of his eye, restrained his smile, and started to talk about the next question.
The author has something to say:
Everything is set to be in the service of falling in love. Everyone knows the real life in the third year of high school, which is very bitter.
I am an art student myself. I didn’t say that those who study art don’t have good grades. Don’t get me wrong.