Hypocritical Adonis - Chapter 39

“Class 3, 79, 80…” Class 9 squawked, “Do you want to fight like this.”

But Qi Cheng in front of him hadn’t lowered his speed yet, still stroking and dropping at a constant speed. Every time he passed his chin, someone else made three blushes and a thick neck, he was almost 30 and the feeling was just beginning.

Where did this monster come from?

Wu Yuan used to fight with brute force before. He fought a lot and learned to use cleverness, which often makes the other person more painful and effortless. Now sweating and Qi Cheng are more than this pull-up, reminding him of the time when he was purely working hard.

Wu Yuan was a little preoccupied, but the result was inattentive. He had slipped off the horizontal bar.

“Ahhh!” The students in Class 3 started cheering like they had snatched the victory. “Wu Yuan slipped down! To win, to win.”

“Hey!” Class 9 monitor said busy, “Maybe, there are still 9 gaps between Class 3 and Class 9. Unless Qi Cheng makes ten more, everyone will be tied.”

Qi Cheng was still doing pull-ups one after another, sweat running down his cheeks and dripping clothes from his neck.

Wu Yuan relaxed his wrists, concentrating on the count in his heart.

Xia Li screamed, “Qi Ge! Win immediately, just two, just two!”

Qi Cheng jumped off after finishing two, and did not intend to pretend. The boys in Class 3 clapped and clapped excitedly, and went up to clap with him, “Qi Cheng, amazing!”

“Awesome! No one is better than you!”

Qi Cheng squeezed out of the crowd, he shook his red hands and smiled at Wu Yuan with an expressionless face, “You lost.”

The tone was particularly bad, as if to say, “You really lost.”

“I wasn’t careful this time,” Wu Yuan pressed his eyebrows. “The next time I will show you what you mean by strength.”

Qi Cheng touched his chin, thinking pretendingly, “True strength? How many did you just make.”

Wu Yuan stopped talking.

“My dear friend,” Qi Cheng shook his head regretfully, “you have to admit that you will lose.”

Wu Yuan grinned, “I don’t agree.”

Xia Li came next to the physical education teacher and said casually: “There is still a game, there is time for you to decide.”

The physical education teacher announced the victory and took them to another teacher for peace. He couldn’t help but asked Qi Cheng halfway, “Do you want to take the path of physical education students?”

“He’s not,” Wu Yuan said, lightly. “He’s going to college.”

The sports teacher is funny, “Sports students can also take college entrance exams, and there are many good universities.”

Wu Yuan, “He didn’t want to take these exams.”

“He does not need it.”

Another physical education teacher also measured the results for the girls. The two teachers organized the team and took them to the lawn.

“Let’s talk about playing a game after a good game,” the teacher smiled. “Playing a traditional, simple, and physical exercise. You are also familiar with this traditional game. There is an elegant and childlike name, which is called Diu. Handkerchief.”

“What did you throw? What handkerchief?”

The people in the two classes were shocked at the same place, and Qi Cheng turned his head to Xia Li. “If I remember correctly, are we seniors?”

“Yes,” Xia Li’s expression was complicated. “You remember correctly, I think the teacher remembered it wrong.”

Since the third grade of elementary school, where have they played this.

The teachers did not care about their protests, let them join hands in a big circle, and then sat down obediently, brought out a sports committee member to throw things, of course, the thing thrown was not a handkerchief, but an empty water bottle.

But not to mention, I felt mentally handicapped before I played. I was completely immersed when I participated in it. After the tension struck, I was in a state of bouncing at any time. I was afraid that I would be caught and forced to perform in public.

There are not many people in Class 3 and Class 9 who know each other’s class. Basically, the empty bottle will only circulate in one class. The monitor and the sports committee of the other class basically get up and throw it at the other class.

Qi Cheng runs fast is something that the whole class 3 knows. The classmates dare not throw him. The class leader opposite 9 remembers him. An empty plastic bottle is directly behind him, buttocks sit on the edge of Qi Cheng, Hehe laughed, “Run!”

Qi Cheng ran with the empty bottle, and the people he knew tensed, fearing he would pit himself.

Wu Yuanqi sat calmly, actually prepared to be pitted by him at any time.

This kind of psychology is very strange, as if it has been determined that Qi’s achievements will come to him.

With a hand on his shoulder, Qi Cheng smiled and sat next to him, “What a coincidence, handsome guy.”

Wu Yuan picked up the bottle with a black face and ran.

Qi Cheng was lying on the ground with his stomach half covered and laughing, but it didn’t take long for Wu Yuan to sit next to him with his lips lightly.

“…” Qi Cheng, “Fuck.”

Looking at his figure running away, Wu Yuan thought, it was… quite fun.

After the physical education class, there was a class meeting. The people in the class basically took off their school uniform jackets and were so hot that they were listening to Teacher Yang’s speech.

After summarizing last week’s work, Teacher Yang said with a smile: “Lang Bai left a few autographed photos for our school as a monthly exam reward. Each of the top 10 students can be obtained by the top ten students, anyway Come on, it will be two weeks from the end of the month.”

After saying this, the evening self-study has not yet finished, and Teacher Yang called Qi Cheng alone into the corridor and asked him: “How did you feel about the supplementary lessons with Chi Yan in the evening?”

Qi Cheng and he blew the breeze on the small square. After a while, Qi Cheng said, “It’s good.”

“But it can be cancelled,” he turned his head, looked at Teacher Yang’s eyes, and smiled, “Don’t waste your time studying Xueba.”

After talking with him for a few more words, Teacher Yang also expressed some emotion, “You can see that you have worked hard for the homework you have handed in these days. Is there some supervision by Chi Yan?”

Qi Cheng hummed.

“It’s better not to make up classes at night,” Teacher Yang thought for a while. “You don’t really need to make up classes now, and your work will only get heavier. At your step, the rest is to improve the results by brushing questions.”

“That’s all, you read the topic every night, then write it to me, and let me check every hundred words every night.”

Qi Cheng: “…I think I should continue to make up classes with Xueba.”

“No negotiation,” Mr. Yang patted his shoulder. “No more, you brush me the questions and bring me the words.”

Teacher Yang hammered his words and drove Qi Cheng back after he finished speaking, and called others to talk.

Qi Cheng sat expressionlessly for a while, and after a while, took the flower by the window and gently touched the leaves above to exhale.

Xia Li, “What does the teacher tell you?”

“One hundred words per night,” Qi Cheng repeated, “Every night.”

Xu Ning in front of her heard it with her at the same table, laughing out loudly, turning her head to look at him, “Mr. Yang is so cruel.”

Qi Cheng doesn’t like language very much, especially the boring language. Compared with the 800 words of the language, the 120 words made in English are little angels.

There are no pens and no stories in the narrative. Qi Cheng will only use comparison and quotation instead of filling up the hundred words. The whole article looked gorgeous, but in fact there was nothing.

In the last exam, the score was 101 points, and his teacher scored 38 points.

Still look at his words to give a few extra points.

“Then what should you do,” Xia Li snickered, “Qi Cheng, why are you so miserable.”

Xu Ning said softly: “It’s not so hard to write.”

“Just look at the beginning and the end.”

“Your writing is good-looking, and you can write a question at the beginning and at the end, and you can easily get more than forty points.”

“It’s not this problem,” Xia Li held his fingertips together, vomiting, “He doesn’t ask questions every time.”

Qi Cheng, “…don’t say it.”

After class, Xia Li told Zhu Fan and Han An as a joke. Han An cooked the food for them and ate the meal directly from their class. When they heard this, they couldn’t help but laugh. Ah Qicheng, our dormitory has the best face for you.”

Qi Cheng unscrewed the bottle cap and drank, and looked at him, “I bought you a set of questions, you remember to do it.”

“Don’t be such a brother,” Han An, “the paintings can’t be drawn.”

“Then endorse and learn English,” Qi Cheng said slowly. “Han An, you need to take the college entrance examination after the December exam. The score is also very important.”

Han An thought for a long time, “You said, if I take the school test…”

“No,” Qi Cheng refused him directly, stood up and took Xia Li’s cup to get the water, then went back to sleep and said, “Different provinces have different styles of painting, and you study late, go to the school exam after training, 100 The tenth chance is just to spend money.”

“I drew too badly,” Han An grimaced, “I can’t pass 180 in the exam.”

“Able to pass,” Qi Cheng smiled, “I believe in you.”

He moved the flowers to the desk, frowned, and poured water tentatively into it.

Han An, “The flowers?”

“My little brother gave it,” Qi Cheng hooked his lips and lowered the glass. “It will bloom around seven in the evening.”

“Blooming at night?” The three of them, “Wow, the flowers are unremarkable.”

In order to see the flowers bloom, Zhu Fan and Xu Ning changed places, Han An planned to pretend to go to the toilet as soon as seven o’clock.

As time passed, the self-study passed halfway through the first quarter. Qi Cheng put down the pen and pushed the paper away.

Zhu Fan whispered, “Five minutes left.”

Floor Art Room.

Han An secretly put down his pencil and pretended to go out to the toilet. He ran to the 3rd shift window and stooped down to look there.

Minutes, seconds, and seconds began to extend in the expectation of others.

It wasn’t until the two past seven o’clock that the flower moved slightly.

The petals slowly stretched out, and the plain flowers became dazzling instantly. The bright red petals bloom, and the various flowers and bones bloom before and after you.

Xia Li exclaimed, “Pretty.”

Qi Cheng’s fingers lightly touched the fluff on the flowers, and took Xia Li’s water cup again, and then used the lid to get a little water. The fingertips were dipped in water drops and sprinkled lightly on each petal.

Zhu Fan’s small voice was afraid of being disturbed. He was puzzled. “Qi Cheng, what are you doing?”

Han Angang wanted to say that this is a hobby of art students, and the presence of drops of water can make the flowers look more beautiful.

Qi Chengcheng said, “The petals are closed. What if the flowers and leaves need to absorb water?”

“…” Han An, “I almost believed it.”

Qi Cheng laughed, took out the jammed paper sent by the little fan, and looked at the words on the strokes that were extremely serious.

When he touched it with his hand, he could feel the nicks of the handwriting, and the person who wrote it took great effort.

Although the words are not good-looking, they are especially serious.

Qi Cheng patted the jammed paper, put the paper in his pocket, and took a picture of the blooming flower with his mobile phone. I intend to let the younger brother see, this flower is given to his male god, how much more beautiful he is raised by him.