The doctor sent the message at night as usual.
Seeing this, Qi Cheng suddenly remembered that he still had a QQ and in that QQ there was a group of lemons who used it to complain about himself. He clicked on the QQ, and as soon as he entered it, the notification sound began to ring wildly, and it rang for a while before it was completely quiet.
The administrator of [Male High School Student Online Lemon Group] poked Qi Cheng privately and asked him to participate in the review. Only after he passed the review he could stay in the group, otherwise, he would be kicked out on Friday night.
Too many specifications. Qi Cheng pondered for a while and asked: [How to review? ]
The administrator responded quickly: [This is so simple, just to make sure you really don’t like Qi Cheng, you only have to mention one of his shortcomings, and I'll decide whether it's true or not.]
Qi Cheng thought for a while, his finger fiddled the screen. [With all due respect, does he have shortcomings? ]
[The hand that lit the cigarette trembled slightly.JPG], the administrator said as if he had experienced vicissitudes of life. [Otherwise, how can you think that there are 200 people in our group?]
Qi Cheng smirked a few times and started to find his own shortcomings after he had laughed enough. [He didn't do a good performance on his own language exam and English exam in the last exam. Is this a shortcoming? ]
[Forget it! ]
The other party was very excited, [His grades have always been very good, I don’t even bother to seek a blow. This time the car turned over*, didn't it? ! ]
*It means that the game is broken. For example, you have 5 people in a team. You can compare these 5 people to a car driving a car. It's said that if the car is overturned. The operation made a mistake or is about to lose.
Qi Cheng said sincerely: [English 109, Chinese 101, he wanted to rush to the top 10 of the grade, but he failed to roll over]
[...] The administrator was still here.
After passing the review, Qi Cheng exited the chat interface and was about to check the group, but a notification alarm rang.
[Qi Zhong: buddy]
Two beeps.
[Qi Zhong: You said you are a classmate of Qi Cheng, right]
[Qi Zhong: Has he often been out of the classroom these past two days? ]
Qi Cheng looked at the message on the phone, his eyes flickered, and replied: [What? ]
Qi Zhong simply asked directly: [Is Qi Cheng falling in love? ]
Fall in love?
[Handsome as your husband: Who said he is in love? ]
[Qi Zhong: Just ask? ]
Qi Zhong pulled the quilt up to cover his head. The phone screen faintly lit his face, and he stared at the chat interface without blinking.
7, 8, 9, 10...
[Handsome as your husband: Go ask him, how would I know such a thing. ]
Qi Zhong's eyes widened, what the hell was this!
When he wanted to say something to the other party, the other party had indicated that he was offline.
*
After two days at Jiang's house, Qi Cheng went back to school and went directly to the classroom. When Xia Li and Zhu Fan entered the classroom, they smiled, and the two of them yelled out in surprise.
"When I came back, I saw a newly opened Northeastern restaurant outside the school gate," Qi Cheng said with a smile, avoiding their salty pork fingers. "Don't make trouble, I invite you to eat out at noon."
"Okay." Zhu Fan threw the school uniform jacket at him. "I wondered why you asked me to bring the school uniform jacket, it turned out that you have been back."
Xia Li. "We thought you won't come back until the second lesson."
Qi Cheng was wearing casual clothes, and among the crowd in school uniforms, he was as bright as beautiful scenery. He calmly put on the jacket that Zhu Fan threw to him.
Xu Ning in the front row glanced at him secretly, and suddenly felt a little sad. As a teenager, knowing there was such an excellent boy around him was actually a very cruel thing. This memory of youth would only make Qi Cheng more perfect, and even in the future, he would feel that all people were more inferior to Qi Cheng. The more he thought about it, the more difficult it would be to live with reality.
*
At noon.
Qi Cheng, Xia Li, and Zhu Fan left the classroom and waited at the door of Han An's studio. The art teacher was reviewing the painting. There were many people around the front door and the back door. Han An stayed behind the teacher and raised his hand to give them a gesture. Qi Cheng just fell asleep, and now he still hasn't come back to his senses yet. The broken hair on his forehead was pushed up which made his full forehead was exposed, and a red mark appeared on his face, which showed another kind of unrestrained character. Xia Li and Zhu Fan let him stand alone, moving the other side to save the green leaves that were next to the flower.
Three minutes later, a group of four people walked out of school. The newly opened restaurant that Qi Cheng said was nearby. It had two floors and the decoration was in line with the aesthetics of young people. When a few of them just entered the restaurant, someone above shouted, "Hey."
A hoarse and smokey voice sounded.
Qi Cheng looked up.
There was a balcony on the second floor, which was full of flowers and plants. The colorful red flowers climbed the railings and hung down like a bright and lush waterfall. Wu Yuan stood in the middle of the balcony smoking a cigarette, lowering his gaze to look at him. His eyes were dark. After watching for a few seconds, he exhaled a puff of smoke then threw a pack of cigarettes.
Qi Cheng stretched out his hand to catch it, the cigarette case in his palm seemed new but there was only one cigarette left in it, with 500 yuan wrapped around the cigarette. The corners of his mouth curled up, Qi Cheng took the cigarette out and held it in his mouth, looking up at the second floor, the cigarette moved up and down in his mouth.
When he looked down from the second floor, Qi Cheng looked so handsome which could make someone who saw it blushing and heartbeat. A few days ago, Wu Yuan was busy with his own affairs, so he rarely stayed at school, and even rarely saw Qi Cheng. When he finally saw him now, it seemed that Qi Cheng had changed a little bit. Wu Yuan watched them entering the restaurant, shaking the soot from his fingertips, and standing for a few minutes before turning around and walking into the room on the second floor.
The first floor.
The waiter took them to the room. After they ordered a few dishes, the waiter reminded them, "We have a welcome event three days after the opening, so we can give you a homemade dessert for free. Which one do you want?"
The four people present did not like to eat sweets, Qi Cheng refused, "No, thank you."
Before the dishes came, Han An glanced upstairs and asked, "How can you be acquainted with someone like him?"
Qi Cheng didn't lit Wu Yuan's cigarette. He only played it between his fingers. "We met before."
"He provoked Wu Yuan before." Xia Li couldn't hold back, telling them about the enmity of Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan caused by a cigarette. "As for later, I don't know."
"Last time he even waited in the corridor to greet Qi Cheng, which shocked me so much."
Han An poked Qi Cheng with his chopsticks. "This guy is not easy to provoke, he has been mixed in a bad circle of society. Every day what he does is beating and killing, Qi Cheng, don't make friends with him."
Qi Cheng smiled, threw the cigarette aside, and stared at Han An with his chin. "I won't."
"You guy..." Han An. "I'm afraid you have already made friends with him."
Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows. The waiter brought the dishes, and several people ate while chatting. Because of the limitation of lunchtime at noon, the speed of eating was slightly increased. After half an hour, they got up and walked out. When Qi Cheng paid the bill, the cashier handed over a cake. "Handsome boy, your cake."
Qi Cheng said casually, "I don't need it."
"This is not from us," the cashier said with an embarrassed expression. "A certain customer paid it for you. Are you sure you don't want it?"
Qi Cheng paused and took it from him.
A post-it note was affixed to the beautifully packed cake box, and the handwriting on it was sharp and cold, dancing wildly.
[For the second time, hi]
The first four characters were cold and hard, but the last one broke the cold and hard shell of this line of sharp writing.
[A school tyrant gave you a cake, do you want to accept it? 】
[A. Compared to the cake, I actually want to know what the school tyrant's expression looks like when he buys me desserts]
[B. It's really...a bit foul and cute]
Qi Cheng glanced around, but he didn't see Wu Yuan around. He tore off the post-it note and put it in his pocket, then lifted the cake. "Send my gratitude to this customer."
When he came out, Xia Li and the others were surprised. "Why do you still accept the dessert?"
The little cake was mixed in white and pink, Qi Cheng lifted it to show them. He smiled and said, "Isn't it cute?"
"It looks lovely."
You could feel the sweetness just by looking at it.
Several people returned to school to take a nap. After they woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Although Qi Cheng had already slept in the morning, he still looked extremely sleepy. He got out of bed, with half-opening eyes, he followed the flow of people into the water room.
When Xia Li said he was the god of sleep, it was not wrong.
Qi Cheng opened the faucet, then the clean and cool water poured down, he held the water and poured it on his face.
"Is he Qi Cheng?"
"I am in the same class with him. If I can have half of his handsomeness, I might be willing to do plastic surgery QAQ."
That sloppy voice sounded faintly in his ears. Qi Cheng's hands covered with water brushed his hair back and forth, which made him completely awake.
The roommates who knew how much he could sleep also took the opportunity to wash their faces, and finally didn't have to worry about him falling into the sink.
More than two o'clock was the time when people rushed to the teaching building. It was already mid-August, but the noon sun was still extremely dazzling. If you were wearing a school uniform jacket, you would easily get sweat.
The uniform of Second High School was pure white. Putting this color on a slightly shorter and fatter person was a real disaster. But if someone who was a clothes rack wore it, this uniform would make him look as thin, tall, and straight as a bamboo.
Qi Cheng and the others happened to be passing by the other side of Han An's studio on the first floor. When they reached the door of the studio, Han An stopped them. "Wait a minute." He beckoned them to come in.
There were about 30 students in the studio. This season was suitable for sketching, but Han An's art teacher was very strict. Instead of letting them paint the scenery outside, the teacher asked them to copy the album of paintings. What they would copy today was the hand. In the more than 30 drawing boards, there was the same printed photo.
"Now it is about a bust or a hand," Han An explained. "Our class is bad at doing it. The last class in the morning yesterday was drawing hands, so this afternoon probably draws the hand again."
He looked at Qi Cheng several times and suddenly smirked. "Qi Cheng, doesn't this picture look familiar?"
Everyone well informed and active knew that Qi Cheng was a hand model. But what was a hand model? What kind of photo was taken? What did they need to take a good photo? They didn't know all these things. But when this information spread, it changed to Qi Cheng as a model.
The picture clipped on one side of the drawing board with a clip was a close-up of a hand. The background was pure black, but the hand was white, which had well-defined joints, holding a delicate and blooming rose. A drop of transparent water dripped from the flower center, which looked aesthetic when the drop of water fell to the ground. Looking carefully, it seemed that both hands were scented with a light rose. This photo was in line with the aesthetics of art students, and it also aroused the urge of art students to copy, but only, this was not suitable as a reference for learning how to draw a good hand.
This was Qi Cheng's hand, a photo he once took.
"All students in the studio were trying to draw the photo of your hand." Han An teased him. "How do you feel?"
"Why do you draw it so ugly." Qi Cheng looked at Han An's drawing board, smiled, raised his hand, and put it in front of Han An. "Here, I let you draw the real one."
Gingers: Do you miss me, Sweety? I apologize to have been disappeared so long~~~ Please give me many rainbow farts on the comment so I can be in high spirit to continue translating~~Double chapters today~
