Yifeng + Continuation: Qinglian + Continuation: Angel Tears

Where do we "know"?I replied to him: "No merit, no reward."

"It's just a small meeting gift from my uncle to my nephew." Shi Shiran smiled, not taking what I said seriously at all.

I sneered, "If uncle wants to give a gift, there are so many children in my family that I'm afraid your 'small gift' won't be able to deliver it. Besides, Qinglian will surely disappoint your good intentions——Qinglian will not be elegant. Music." Few children in the family know one or two musical instruments, including me.I play many instruments, including blowpipe.But almost no one knows that I can do this. In front of them, I make myself a rice bug with an empty skin.

"It's okay, I can teach you." As he said that, he was about to put Xiao into my hands.For some reason, I, who is usually restrained and self-controlled, desperately pushed that hand away.

"Slap"!The good inkstone was hit by my elbow and fell to pieces.For a moment, he was stunned, and I could tell from his distressed expression that it was his beloved.I was also stunned there.

"I'm sorry..." At this moment, the apology seemed too useless.

"Qinglian, don't you never reject anyone?" Although his face was still smiling, I could hear a little anger in his voice.Moreover, his tone of voice that seemed to contemptuous of me never rejecting anyone made my self-esteem feel insulted.

Slowly, I showed him an ambiguous smile. "Qinglian respects you and calls you uncle; Qinglian respects you and calls you sir. Did you ever know that the reason why Qinglian doesn't reject anyone is because Qinglian likes them. But you are Qinglian alone. Lian hates people."

"That's it."

Squinting those powerful eyes, he continued to smile at me.Suddenly, his face came closer and his hands stretched out, trapping me between the desk and him.No matter how hard I pushed her, he didn't move at all. Just like that, he kept looking at me steadily, with a smile on his face that made me shudder.

All of a sudden, his face zoomed in before my eyes.Before he could make a sound of surprise, something soft pressed against his lips, and he realized that it was his lips.Overbearing, domineering, as if biting.Even though I was shaking my head left and right to avoid those nasty lips, the other party fixed my jaw with one hand and wrapped my waist with the other, making me unable to move.

Finally, there was a gap, and when I was about to yell, my opened lips were blocked by his again.Immediately afterwards, his tongue protruded in wantonly, stirring constantly in my mouth...

When he let go of me, who was no longer struggling, I couldn't even breathe.While panting heavily, the voice that could tempt people to commit crimes sounded in my ears again: "It's very comfortable, isn't it? As expected, I'm still a child, a kiss can make you dizzy."

Looking at the smiling face, the anger couldn't help rising.Not admitting defeat, I also smiled back at him.Then……

"Snapped"!The crisp sound came from the contact of my hand with his handsome face.At this moment, there was a red finger mark similar to my hand on the originally handsome face.

"It's just that I did something more annoying to you." While touching his cheek, he said in a nonchalant tone.

I walked quickly to the door, opened it, and when I was about to leave, I turned to look at him and smiled again. "If you joke with me in such a low-level way again, I will do something that will shame the family. The above is my personality as proof!"

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Now, I can finally understand why in all the romance novels describing the relationship between teachers and students, girls will eventually fall in love with their teachers.The reason, perhaps, is the fear of being rejected by the teacher, or being subjected to ruthless academic pressure-at least before graduation, it will probably be like this.

If someone asked me "what is a demon like", I would probably say - the same as Ling Xiaofeng!

"Ling Qinglian, are you listening?" "Ling Qinglian, you are not in good spirits. Do you want to consider leaving early? But I will talk about the history of the Tang Dynasty in a while—do you want to listen?" "Ling Qinglian, if you don't concentrate in class , You can’t answer my question with only a half-knowledge.” “Ling Qinglian, if you can’t answer, sir, I am obliged to ask you to manually copy the chronology of major events in China and foreign countries in order to deepen your memory.”

For nearly half a month, such words were said by Ling Xiaofeng in a disgusting tone.Therefore, I also became the focus of my classmates.

"Qinglian, have you offended Mister?"

More than one person asked me that, poor me can only shake my head to show that I don't know.God knows, I offended him greatly.However, he doesn't look like malicious revenge—otherwise, it wouldn't be easier to speak ill of me to his father directly.He looks more like he thinks it's funny to make me unsafe!However, I don't have the interest to fulfill other people's interests. Every day I go to Wenyuan to attend classes, I will devote all my energy and attention to it.

I will never lose to him!

Head groggy, heavy eyelids.The class I studied was Qing history—the one I hated the most.Hate content taught by hate people.God, believers have eternal life.If I convert to God now, will He save me?

snort!Wild idea.As long as you stay until class is over, you can go home.I hope Ling Xiaofeng will not make things difficult for me.

Finally class is over.Standing up slowly, the originally light silk became a heavy shackle on my body, and I couldn't breathe under the weight.If I had known it would be so hard, it would be better...it's useless to say anything, I'd better go home quickly.

As soon as he got up, his consciousness was separated from his body.The body gradually fell downwards, probably not hitting the corner of the table or directly touching the ground.Maybe, maybe I will die... just die... die...

When the consciousness was about to leave the body for the last moment, I felt as if I fell into a familiar and warm embrace.Is it him? ...doesn't matter that much...

The consciousness gradually returned to the body, opened the eyes, and habitually looked to the left where there would be a mirror.Instead of seeing the rose in the mirror, he saw his pearl-colored Chinese coat hanging on the hanger.What is this place?

The forehead is cold and cold, probably because of an ice pack.It doesn't matter where it is, the person who would put an ice pillow on my head should not return it to me for the time being.Just as I was thinking, the ice pack was removed, replaced by a big warm hand caressing my forehead.

"Do you feel better?" A gentle and upright face appeared in my petition.He didn't wear glasses, and he looked like he had shed a layer of cold shell, a bit like a college student who just graduated.

"I'm sorry to have caused you unnecessary trouble."

He shrugged his shoulders and showed a wry smile, "I really don't understand you kid. At this time, you usually say 'thank you', right?" Then, he moved a chair, sat beside me, and watched quietly. with me.

"It's because of high nervousness and weak constitution." He lit a cigarette and said lightly.

"How do you know?" Maybe it's because of the full sleep, except for the weakness and aches all over the body due to the fever, he is still in good spirits.

"I am a medical graduate with a license to practice medicine. Naturally, a small fever will not bother me." He touched my forehead again, and his expression became serious, "I have reflected on what happened last time. I was wrong, I apologize. Also...I wanted to joke with you, but I didn't expect to make you have a fever, so I'm sorry."

"Forget it." I sighed, "I also have something wrong. As a junior, it's wrong to bump into an elder, and it's even more wrong to break something. Besides, if it weren't for Mr., I would have hit my head on the ground and no one cared Already. So, it’s okay.”

"It's fine if you don't mind."

His tone was still indifferent, and in my hazy vision, his expression was also indifferent.After looking at me silently for a while, he got up and left the room.

Quietly, leaving me alone.Just like staying at home when you are sick.If it's at home, I still have roses.But, I'm really the only one here.I can't hate Ling Xiaofeng.The way he looked at me was so complicated that I didn't know what he was thinking.But so what?

A faint fragrance wafted in. I was indeed a little hungry. Just smelling the fragrance, my stomach growled, which was really embarrassing.When I was alone, there was a servant who cooked for me, but the taste... Forget it, getting sick is commonplace, it's not a big deal.

"Qinglian, you're not asleep, are you?"

Opening my eyes, Ling Xiaofeng once again appeared in front of my eyes.Only this time, he wore an apron around his waist, which was a bit out of tune.

Carefully helped me up, picked up the bowl that had just been placed on my bedside, carefully cooled it, and looked at me with a smile, a little embarrassed. "Well, I think you haven't eaten for a few hours. You have boiled some fish porridge for five or six hours. The rice and fish are all boiled, and the taste is not bad. Eat a little and take medicine later."

Look at the porridge, then look at him, the spoon is in his hand, as if asking me to open my mouth and let him feed it.

"You should have no strength in your body now. It's more convenient for me to feed you."

Nodding, I opened my mouth obediently.The lukewarm porridge is a bit salty when eaten in the mouth, and it tastes like seafood.The Lin family's father likes cooking very much. I know a little bit about it. This porridge is not just as simple as adding fish.The faint sweetness should be wolfberry.It is said that this kind of porridge needs to be simmered for several hours. Could it be that he specially made it for me?

"Is it still in the right taste?"

I looked at him, and he was a little embarrassed, smiling nonchalantly, unlike usual