Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

When his chin was lifted up, Chi Qinghe was so sleepy that he thought he was in a dream and did not resist.

Later, an extremely bright and exaggerated red suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and there was also a piece of white?

He blinked his eyes, and when his vision became clearer, he realized that it was a belt forged from white jade of extremely fine quality.

The so-called red is also an ancient-style robe with an intricate design. It seems to have ink and gold embroidery on it. It is very beautiful, so beautiful that it seems to be the only one of its kind in the world.

The wind was quite strong, causing the clothes to flutter and make a rustling sound.

Perhaps it was the hair, or perhaps it was the wide cuffs of the ancient robe brushing against his cheek, the slightly cool touch brought him back to his senses.

It was at this moment that an exceptionally...beautiful face appeared in his sight.

He couldn't describe the scene before him. He just felt his breathing stop, his limbs numb, and his ears pounding with the sound of his heart beating wildly.

[Who are you?] He raised his arm, intending to grab someone, but accidentally grabbed the young man's long hair.

Noticing the pain in the other person's face, he immediately let go and lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake.

【sorry. 】

The long-haired young man curled his lips and smiled, there was no blame in his eyes, only infinite doting.

Just when he felt another cold gaze in the air, he lowered his body again, looked at the boy at eye level, and touched Chi Qinghe's head.

【Qinghe, I'll wait for you. 】

The next second, his body turned into thousands of light points and disappeared with the wind.

As if it had never been here.

"Gong Huasui? Why did you suddenly stand up? Are you feeling unwell?"

The head teacher came over immediately and looked outside in the direction he was looking. There was nothing but trees and wind, not a single person in sight.

Gong Huasui raised his hand and pressed his forehead, which was swollen from anger. He took several deep breaths before suppressing the thick and churning emotions in his eyes.

"Teacher, I feel a little dizzy. Can I go to the infirmary and lie down for a while?"

As he said this, he clenched his fists and weakly supported the table, as if he was about to fall down at any second.

"Then Chi Qing and you can help him go."

Cao Yu took the opportunity to look at the young man inside, "The ventilation is almost done. Please close the window when you leave..."

"Chi Qinghe? What's wrong with your face? Do you have a fever too? Why is it so red?"

Seeing that the young man looked dazed and his cheeks were abnormally red, Cao Yu immediately put down the test paper in his hand and reached out to touch his forehead.

hot!

And it's hot in more than one place.

The face, earlobes, neck, any exposed part looks like it has been scalded!

"I don't have a fever." Chi Qinghe stood up dazedly, "I'm just a little allergic from being in the sun too much..."

After he finished speaking, the classroom fell into deathly silence.

When this reason was given, neither Chi Qing nor himself believed it, but it was better than saying that he was molested by a young man with a similar system.

Just as he was thinking about how to continue pulling, his right shoulder sank and the boy's hoarse and low voice sounded next to his ear.

"Teacher, can we go now?"

……

The infirmary is always quiet. When Chi Qinghe brought the limping Gong Huasui over, the school doctor's eyes flashed with joy that "there is finally something to do".

"Did you fall? Come on, come and sit here. I'll help you treat your wound."

The school doctor stepped forward diligently, trying to pull Gong Huasui off Chi Qinghe.

But no matter which angle he tried, the other party could dodge it skillfully, making him look like a wretched old man who was madly trying to take advantage of the young man...

Gan!

Here comes someone to ruin his job!

Chi Qinghe's eyes moved back and forth between the medicine cabinets.

"Do you have any ibuprofen? He said he feels a little dizzy, maybe he has a cold. Can you help him take a look?"

"Yes, put him down first." The school doctor finally gave up the idea of ​​pulling the man down himself and turned to get the examination tools.

Chi Qinghe didn't have as many concerns as the school doctor. After walking to the bedside, he frowned, tore the person off from him like flipping a piece of gummy candy, and pressed him onto the bed with a bang.

"Um..."

The wound on his back was suddenly pressed, causing Gong Huasui to gasp in pain reflexively.

Noticing the questioning gazes from above him, he clenched his teeth, almost digging holes in the sheets under his hands, before he could barely stop mumbling.

"I...it's okay..."

The young man on the hospital bed was wearing a mask that completely covered the lower half of his face. His hair was disheveled and drooping, leaving only a pair of eyes on his usually ostentatious face.

The tails of his eyes were pale and his long eyelashes drooped, casting a dark silhouette under his dark eyes. It looked like he had not slept for a long time, or as if he was seriously injured. His condition was so bad that he seemed like he would roll his eyes and faint in the next second.

But Chi Qinghe seemed not to notice anything and turned his eyes away indifferently.

"I'm glad you're okay. I still have classes. I'll be leaving first."

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Gong Huasui suddenly became nervous and struggled to get up from the bed.

"Qinghe... I'm not dizzy anymore, please don't leave..."

At this time, the school doctor came in with a treatment tray. Seeing the two of them pulling each other, he couldn't help but said something to Gong Huasui.

"You kid, you're already so old, but you're still clinging to your classmates."

Then he looked at Chi Qinghe and said, "Leave this to me. Go back to class and don't delay."

"It's troublesome."

Chi Qinghe hardened his heart and violently peeled off the hand on the back of his hand.

When he just walked out of the infirmary, Monk Chi Qing was able to remain calm, but the fists hanging at his sides were getting tighter and tighter, and his heart seemed to feel something, with a dense pain.

But he did not slow down, nor did he turn around to look back. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked towards the teaching building.

But those voices of longing and dim eyes seemed to have some magic. Even if I left the person far behind, the lonely and curled up figure in my mind could not be dispelled.

All of this forced him to find a more direct and brutal way to vent his emotions.

He gasped and took big gulps of fresh air, but his dry throat had not healed yet, so he couldn't help coughing.

It was not until the taste of blood lingered on his tongue and the last bit of acid in his stomach disappeared that he realized that he was a complete loser.

[Host, are you okay?] 4011 quietly emerged from the corner and asked cautiously.

Chi Qinghe leaned on the sink, washed his face, and looked at 4011 in the corner through the mirror.

Instead of answering the question, he asked about what had just happened in the classroom.

[Well...he's actually not a bad person, just...a bit unruly.]

When it was knocked unconscious by the air shield, 4011 had even thought of how to curse the other party's ancestors, but when it woke up, it found that all its system functions had been restored!

Just kill it from low health to full health!

And if you think about it carefully, his forehead kiss is not really ambiguous. It is similar to those cheek kisses in foreign countries. It can only be called a greeting at most.

This……

How can it bear to curse people?