Qi Cheng saw Wu Yuan on his bed as soon as he woke up in the morning.
Wu Yuan's face was bruised and purple, and his eyes were severely bruised. Even when he closed his eyes, he was still full of hostility, as if he could open them anytime and do a big fight.
The brow bone was pressed, and the feeling of oppression was heavy.
Qi Cheng blinked, looked up at the window, and even under the cover of the curtains, he could see that the sky outside was slightly bright. He found his phone by the bed and checked the time, only to realize that it was already six o'clock in the morning.
It's time to get up and tidy up and go to school, but the bed is soft and I'm still sleepy.
Qi Cheng directly took a picture of Wu Yuan's face with his mobile phone and sent it to Teacher Yang, wrote "Take care of the patient, ask for leave" and sent it, and went back to sleep.
Wu Yuan was stimulated by the flash light, frowned and got under the quilt, cursed a few words and fell asleep again.
When Wu Yuan woke up again, Qi Cheng was comfortably leaning on the pillow and playing with his mobile phone. He glanced in his direction, "Are you awake?"
The person who was beaten to the point of fainting last night has not recovered yet, Wu Yuan covered his head and started to do it, the quilt slipped to his waist, he glanced at Qi Cheng, "Did you take off the clothes on me?"
There was a wound on his head, and the meaning of the smoky voice was unclear. When he opened his mouth, he seemed to be looking for trouble. In fact, Wu Yuan was just embarrassed.
Qi Cheng turned off the phone and asked, "Where did you put you if you didn't take it off?"
He also knew how dirty Wu Yuan's body was, so he frowned tightly and stopped talking, before asking after a while, "Where's my cell phone?"
"On the coffee table next to the sofa." Qi Cheng lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, looking very casual and comfortable. Now he was looking at Wu Yuan with raised eyebrows, "Just by your side , I didn't expect you to crawl out of bed in the middle of the night."
Wu Yuan said in a low voice, "Fuck."
Qi Cheng walked out the bedroom door, giving Wu Yuan room to get dressed.
Wu Yuan sat on the bed with his upper body naked, and he got out of bed after a minute. Except for his own underwear, he didn't see any trace of his clothes, "Hello."
He walked to the door and stroked his hair. His brows and eyes were blunt, and his hair was also stiff. "Do you have any clothes to wear?"
Qi Cheng's voice came from the bathroom, "In the closet, you can do whatever you want."
There are three wardrobes lined up on one wall in the bedroom, Wu Yuan opened one at random, and in this wardrobe were various suits hanging next to each other, and some clothes had not even taken off the labels, so he snorted, " Rich people."
After finally finding a pair of casual clothes to put on, Qi Cheng had already washed up and sat on the sofa to smoke.
His smoking posture is very good-looking, with clean fingers, and his face is slightly tilted. The sun outside illuminates the living room brightly, making him shine in the bright light.
Wu Yuan leaned against the wall and looked at him.
Qi Cheng noticed his gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, "There are disposable toiletries in the bathroom."
Wu Yuan turned into the bathroom again.
When his face was covered with water, Qi Cheng's cigarette was almost at the end. Wu Yuan wiped his face, squinted his eyes, sat next to him, and also took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.
Not seeing the lighter, he simply moved closer together, and lit the cigarette in his own mouth with the half of the cigarette in his mouth.
Qi Cheng blew a puff of smoke at him and smiled.
After getting the phone, I realized that it was already 8:30. Wu Yuan didn't care about his absenteeism, but the person next to him was obviously a good student, "You don't go to class?"
"I asked for leave," Qi Cheng said, "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat?"
Wu Yuan ordered a takeaway with his mobile phone, and breathed out, "I'll pay the bill, thank you last night."
People with depressed browbones are inherently vicious, and Wu Yuan's facial features are cold and hard, revealing the viciousness of a young man turning to maturity. This way of smoking a cigarette and flattening the tail of his eyes is telling Qi Cheng that in the past He played his business and wrote it off.
The takeaway will arrive in half an hour, and after the two of them finish eating, Wu Yuan plans to change into his own clothes and leave.
Qi Cheng threw the clothes into the washing machine last night, and he asked Wu Yuan to go and get them by himself. Wu Yuan had weird eyes, as if he didn't expect him to wash his clothes, and when he took out the clothes, he froze in front of the washing machine.
The wad of money in his trouser pocket was also washed together in the washing machine.
"..." Qi Cheng, who was rarely diligent, paused for a moment, and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Wu Yuanyin glanced at him with a dark face, and endured it, "It's okay."
The clothes that had been bored in the washing machine all night were almost dry, Wu Yuan changed his own clothes, then walked in front of Qi Cheng with a blank expression, paused and said: "Borrow some money."
He obviously made up his mind after some ideological struggle, his expression was slightly embarrassed, but his tone was very tough, not like borrowing money, like robbery.
Qi Cheng took out his wallet and asked him, "How much do you need?"
He was so straightforward, but Wu Yuan slowed down for a while before saying, "Five hundred."
The money has been laundered, so it can be dried and exchanged at the bank, but Wu Yuan has no time now.
Qi Cheng took out five red tickets and was about to hand them to him when he suddenly smiled, "You promise me one thing."
Wu Yuan frowned, "What?"
"When you saw me at school," Qi Cheng couldn't help laughing, "Remember to say hello to me, just say hello three times, just say Hi."
It was clear that he was playing around with Wu Yuan, Wu Yuan took a deep breath, and agreed with a dark face.
Qi Cheng wasn't ready to go to class after the bad school bully left. He was lying on the sofa, and many people sent messages on his mobile phone asking why he didn't come to class, but he only replied in the roommate group.
This shot exploded three other people.
[Xia Li: I'm so lonely after you left, the side is empty, I was asked more than 20 times in one morning, all asking why did you ask for leave]
[Qi Cheng: What did you say? ]
[Zhu Fan: He said you broke your leg and are lying in the hospital! ]
[Han An: He said that you have a kidney deficiency and are lying in the hospital! ]
The two sent messages at the same time.
Qi Cheng smiled.
[Qi Cheng: Yes, Xia Li, when I go back in the afternoon, see who needs to go to the hospital with a broken leg and kidney deficiency. ]
After chatting with them for a while, Qi Cheng reminded them to study well in class, and not to have so much fun just relying on the breaks.
Almost as soon as he finished sending this sentence, the text message reminded him that he had received a six-figure sum of money. Qi Cheng calmly read the text message, as before, without moving at all, leaving the money to take root and mold in the account.
Xia Li had just finished complaining about being questioned about the whole morning, when at noon Qi Cheng brought two big bags of snacks and delivered them to him.
The puffed food and beverages were so tempting that Xia Li's voice trembled, "Thank you, Dad."
Qi Cheng patted his head, "Good boy, let me in."
This morning's class is mathematics and physics, which happen to be two subjects that Qi Cheng is good at.
"By the way," Xia Li said to Qi Cheng, "It happened that you didn't come, and the two teachers used your papers for you to correct and put them in your drawer."
"Well," Qi Cheng pulled it out to take a look. There was a red score on a test paper, which was right on the top. He turned it over and saw that the math teacher wrote a line of words next to his last problem-solving process in a particularly angry way. And circle a decimal point, "What kind of decimal point is this! Where did the decimal point come from! You can only give you a process score for this point, do you understand it?!"
Three exclamation points express his anger heartily.
Qi Cheng clicked his tongue, "Hide the test paper next time and don't let him use it."
"Come on, you," Xia Li rolled his eyes at him, gloating, "It's not up to you, as far as the science teacher is staring at you, it's like our English teacher is staring at you to death."
Qi Cheng's English scores are actually pretty good, especially his oral English, which has a standard American accent. His father used to do business with Yankees for a long time, and thought that an American accent sounded more catchy, so Qi Cheng's English was taught by authentic foreign language teachers since he was a child.
But Qi Cheng is seldom interested in writing English compositions, and he basically spends the last 20 minutes empty, saving time to sleep. This is also one of the reasons why he can occasionally enter the top 20 of the grade.
For this reason, the English teacher loves him so much in class.
Qi Cheng sighed, and suddenly someone called him at the front door, "Is Qi Cheng there?"
He got out of the seat again, looked at the front door, "I am."
The student who called him pointed to the office from a distance, "Your class teacher told you, go quickly, class will start soon."
Qi Cheng thanked him, and when he entered the office, Teacher Yang was alone in the entire office.
Teacher Yang asked him to sit down with a straight face, found the photo he sent in the morning, and asked, "What's the matter with you and Wu Yuan, how did taking care of patients take care of him?"
Qi Cheng, "Probably because I like to help others."
He looked at Teacher Yang with his face up, and suddenly smiled, "Teacher, are you really under thirty? Why are you so wordy?"
Teacher Yang is only twenty-eight years old this year. He glared at Qi Cheng and scolded with a smile, "It will change the subject."
"But I want to explain clearly to you," Teacher Yang looked at him, "It's best not to provoke Wu Yuan, you remember."
Qi Cheng was about to speak, but Teacher Yang hurriedly waved him away, "Hurry up and go back to class, I don't want to argue with you."
Coincidentally, the next class is English class.
The English teacher of Class 3 is a plump middle-aged female teacher. Qi Cheng has a love-hate relationship. Every time the last time, Qi Cheng must start the question at the beginning and Qi Cheng will end the question at the end. If Qi Cheng could answer, the English teacher would pierce his red lips and praise, "Oh, our good boy is really good today."
If you can't answer, then keep asking questions until Qi Cheng can answer, then shake your head in disappointment, "bad boy."
Qi Cheng will also be fined to copy questions that cannot be answered 50 times.
Of all the subjects, whether it's liberal arts or science, Qi Cheng's biggest headache is English.
He intends to stay here until the beginning of English class, as long as he can, but Teacher Yang insists that he go back to class as soon as possible. Helpless, Qi Cheng had no choice but to go back, but just in time to see the head teacher of class 6 pulling Chi Yan outside the door to say something with a serious face.
Chi Yan seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked up here.
His glasses were not on his face, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes made his eyes cold.
Then he pursed his lips, and restrainedly hooked his lips against Qi Cheng.
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