Scum attack, your father is here!

At the end of the sentence, the two people's eyes met but each had their own thoughts, and they looked at each other, both speechless.

The cool autumn wind blew over Zhong Xuejin's shrunken shoulders and neck, causing goose bumps all over his body unconsciously, and the chill penetrated into the marrow of his bones, and ran through his limbs with the blood.

"...neither."

Qi Qingyun slightly lowered her head, looking at Zhong Xuejin with a slightly disappointed look, her movements couldn't help but froze, and suddenly she felt a little inexplicable and unexplainable guilt.

Zhong Xuejin is undoubtedly very good-looking, her eyebrows are like light black smoke, her eyes are like apricot black jade, like a pool of melted snow, because when the end of her eyes droops slightly because of grievance, her pupils are like a lost little milk Dark and moist like a dog, it looks even more pitiful and innocent.

A part of white skin is partly visible from the loose collar, and the corners of the clothes are tightened when the toes are lifted slightly, revealing a shiny and smooth waist, with clear and well-proportioned flesh and bones, smooth lines that even the best painters can't draw.

When Qi Qingyun was still hazy about his sexual orientation, Zhong Xuejin had already appeared in his life, occupying the most important position in his heart with a silent and strong attitude, and finally succeeded in getting away from her. Friends upgrade to lovers.

Among them, there is also the reason that Zhong Xue is really outstanding. After getting along for a long time, it is difficult for Qi Qingyun to shift his eyes from him to other people.

Thinking of her dead lover Zhong Xuejin, Qi Qingyun felt another pain in her heart, she blinked vigorously to hide the pain in her eyes.

He sighed, and finally took off his coat, spread it out and put it on Zhong Xuejin's body, and his tone became gentle unconsciously: "Put on clothes when it's cold."

Zhong Xue put her fingertips on Qi Qingyun's wrist that covered him with clothes, leaned her forehead on Qi Qingyun's shoulder, and said "um" when she lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly:

"Thank you."

Qi Qingyun was about to lean back to avoid Zhong Xuejin's approach, but Zhong Xuejin seemed to predict that Qi Qingyun would reach out and push him away, and added softly, as if deliberately showing weakness: "I'm dizzy , just let me lean on it."

"..." Because Zhong Xuejin's face was too pale, Qi Qingyun was pressed against the wall after a few seconds of softening, and had to stand up straight slowly, like a Poked on the ground like a wooden stake, a little at a loss.

His wrist was still held in Zhong Xuejin's palm, and with their current posture, it was equivalent to Qi Qingyun putting his arm on Zhong Xuejin's shoulder and half-embracing him.

Qi Qingyun hesitated for a moment, and the corner of her eye fell on Zhong Xuejin's slightly curled body, but she did not refuse.

He always felt like a small animal that had always been extremely insecure in his arms. As soon as the owner left, he would grin and bite his owner's trousers, not allowing him to leave.

Pathetic.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun's heart softened suddenly, she could only stand up straight, let Zhong Xue's warm breath fall on her collarbone, she had nothing to say for a long time:

"feelling better?"

"No." Zhong Xue didn't think twice.

10 minute later.

"Is it better now?"

"No." Zhong Xuejin said the same thing.

Two 10 minutes later.

"It's not any better now."

"No......."

"Aren't your feet numb?"

"......"

Zhong Xuejin pursed her lips when she heard the words, buried her face in Qi Qingyun's collarbone forcefully, and stopped talking.

Qi Qingyun laughed lightly, her chest trembled, and her laughter was a little tingly, which aroused an electric tremor in Zhong Xuejin's heart.

He moved his plain fingertips down, and patted Zhong Xuejin's back neck. Looking at Zhong Xuejin's unwilling eyes, he said softly:

"Go back when you have nothing to do. Don't miss class on the second day of school. You won't be able to keep up later."

In fact, Zhong Xueji's feet were indeed a little numb. He had lost too much blood. After standing against Qi Qingyun for a while, he became a little dizzy. He gritted his teeth and hummed aggrievedly after a while:

"......it is good."

"Can I walk by myself? If I can't, I'll carry you on my back." Qi Qingyun automatically attributed the grievance and unwillingness on Zhong Xuejin's face to the fact that she was not feeling well, so she had an unsightly complexion. In the spirit of taking care of her classmates, she squatted down to signal Zhong Xue Come up.

For such a tempting request, Zhong Xuejin of course chose to accept it resolutely, lying on Qi Qingyun's back, secretly took a deep breath of Qi Qingyun's scent, shaking happily like a child who finally ate candy Shake your toes.

Qi Qingyun didn't notice Zhong Xuejin's small movements, and carried Zhong Xuejin back by herself.

After he established a relationship with Zhong Xue in his last life, in order to prove to his father-in-law that he was not pleasing to him that he could give Zhong Xue a better life, he has been busy with his career. Thinking about it carefully, the number of times he and Zhong Xue had intimate contact, It seems that there are only a handful of them since they got married.

"...Zhong Xuejin, can I ask you a question?"

"Well, you said."

Qi Qingyun passed Zhong Xuejin's legs steadily with both arms. Although she didn't speak, her tone was rare and serious:

"You look so bad, aren't you really sick?"

"No." Zhong Xuejin hesitated for a moment, wanting to touch Qi Qingyun's fingertips, as if hesitating whether to tell the truth.

"Don't shy away from medical treatment." Qi Qingyun raised her face, and glanced sideways at Zhong Xuejin's face, as if she wanted to see the gauze wrapped around Zhong Xuejin's forehead, but her lips accidentally rubbed against Zhong Xuejin's cheek However, he was startled for a moment, almost forgot what he wanted to say, and stuttered:

"You, I... If you are not feeling well, I will take you to the hospital right now..."

Zhong Xue touched the place that was touched by the warmth, and smiled:

"nothing."

"I just lost a lot of blood, and I'll be fine after a short rest."

The wound on Zhong Xuejin's forehead was quite long, but logically speaking, it shouldn't leave so much blood and cause such a big side effect on the body.

Xu Shi saw through Qi Qingyun's deep-seated but unspoken doubts, Zhong Xue paused for a moment, not willing to hide it, and chose to solve the mystery in Qi Qingyun's heart:

"I have a mild coagulation disorder."

"Blood clotting disorder?" Qi Qingyun paused, and after a few seconds, he slowly reacted, subconsciously suspending his heart, and said nervously:

"How is it, is it serious?"

As soon as the words were finished, Qi Qingyun realized that she was confused when she cared, as if she asked a stupid question, and she was suddenly a little annoyed.

However, Zhong Xuejin smiled lightly, and shook his head to show comfort:

"Not serious."

In fact, he lied to Qi Qingyun.

For a long time, Zhong Xuejin knew that he would recover slower than ordinary people after hemorrhage, but he had never thought about blood coagulation disorders. Therefore, when he learned that he had blood coagulation disorders, he was already lying in the delivery room, facing himself. The fact of dystocia and hemorrhage.

At that time, he had dystocia and hemorrhage, and the blood couldn't stop no matter what, he really felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, he talked a lot of nonsense, and insisted that Qi Qingyun not allow Qi Qingyun to marry a new wife immediately after his death, otherwise he would Even being a ghost will not let Qi Qingyun go.

Qi Qingyun was equally worried, but he couldn't laugh or cry because of his nonsense, and she didn't dare to hang up the phone, so she could only comfort her with nice words, and drove to ensure that he would arrive soon.

However, when Zhong Xuejin gave birth to her child and was sent to the ICU for emergency treatment, the critical illness notice was issued twice, and when she came back from the gate of hell, she only got the news that Qi Qingjun had an accidental car accident and died on the spot.

Qi Qingyun didn't get to see her for the last time, and she didn't even have time to give the child a name. The family of three was separated from each other.

Of course, Qi Qingyun didn't know until his death that Zhong Xue had a mild coagulation disorder.

"It's fine if it's not serious." Qi Qingyun didn't know what happened after his death. Hearing Zhong Xuejin's assurance, he was inexplicably relieved, and murmured in his heart that fortunately his wife Zhong Xuejin didn't have this problem, otherwise he would die of heartache .

"Class begins."

When Qi Qingjun entered the classroom with Zhong Xuejin on his back, it happened to be the last class in the morning. Liu Chengbi was preparing textbooks on the podium, and when she saw the two of them, she nodded casually, signaling them to sit down in their seats.

Zhong Xuejin jumped off Qi Qingyun's back, walked to Liu Chengbi's ear, and said a few words to Liu Chengbi in a low voice, in exchange for Liu Chengbi's surprised look, then nodded hesitantly.

Qi Yousui also came back, and after being scolded by the Holy King and ordered him to dye his hair back to black within a time limit, Qi Yousui not only didn't listen, he even went out and dyed a light blonde hairstyle, which was more eye-catching than the original one. Even more arrogant, burning like a ball of golden flames, as if showing off his power, Liu Chengbi was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything.

No way, who let someone have a rich and powerful grandfather.

"We're going to run for the class committee in this class." Liu Chengbi tried not to look at Qi Yousui, so as not to let the other party get angry at himself because of breast hyperplasia, and propped his fingertips on the podium to scan everyone:

"Everyone write down the class committee members they want to run for on paper, or they can also write other people's names, and then we will count the number of people in each class committee election, and the one with the highest number will be elected."

"If the number of votes is tied, the election manifesto will be discussed separately, and the class will vote for it."

Zhong Xue has a desolate personality and doesn't like to join in the fun, so she doesn't have such busy roles as class representative and monitor, and just writes a literary committee member casually, the kind that she won't use once in ten thousand years.

Qi Qingyun was even lazier. He had been the class monitor for three years in his last life, and he was so tired that he was dying. This time, he simply laid it out and handed over a blank sheet of paper. When Zhong Xuejin turned to look at him, he still Stretching out a finger to his lips, he blinked at Zhong Xue, and said softly hiss, signaling the other party to keep it secret.

Zhong Xue paused for a moment, but she did not speak, but when Qi Qingyun turned her head, she quietly put the note she had written into her sleeve, and calmly tore a piece of white paper and folded it into a neat small Cubes, hand them over to the students who voted.

After a round of ballot reading and campaigning, most of the class committee members had already been selected. Even Zhong Xuejin, who looked very talented in literature and art, was pushed out to be the most The useless representative of the music class left Qi Qingyun alone, enjoying himself leisurely.

On the way, Qi Yousui wanted to run for the squad leader, but the whole class plus himself had only two votes, and he was severely rejected, which made Qi Yousui lose face, became furious, and almost slammed the door away. Chu Queze stopped him, otherwise he wouldn't know what kind of demon he was going to be.

Just when Qi Qingyun kicked his hands to watch from the wall, after watching a big play, thinking that he was going to escape, Liu Chengbi looked at the watch in his hand, ticked the penultimate class committee member, and then raised Lifting his glasses, he said in a deep voice:

"There is also a class committee that does not have any students running for election. If there is no objection, I suggest adopting the election system."

"Teacher, is there any class committee that has not been elected?"

Some students raised their hands in doubt to ask questions. They really didn't expect that even the representatives of the music class had been elected, and which class committee could be left behind.

"Disciplinary Committee."

As soon as Liu Chengbi finished speaking, the classroom was suddenly silent, the air was as heavy as lead, stiff and stagnant, and no one spoke for a while.

There is no other reason why the disciplinary committee is forgotten. Because it is the most thankless role in all class committees. It may be provoked at any time, so its life is in danger, so it is habitually excluded from the choice. .

But he is extremely special and important. All the disciplinary committee members belong to the Disciplinary Committee Department and are under the direct management of the student union. Whichever class has the highest violation of discipline, the disciplinary committee members will be named and criticized by the president of the student union and the school leaders in the student union. They even have to take time to submit regular reports for work summary, so there is also a joke called the grievance committee.

Recently, Nangang No. [-] Middle School is building a "strict discipline" style of study, trying to stand out from other middle schools and improve its reputation. Therefore, the Disciplinary Committee is more valued by the school leaders. The members even have customized uniforms, trying to make it a bright spot on the campus. But because it was too thankless, very few people participated in the election. Many of them couldn't stand it after working for a few months, and there were many who quit on the spot.

What's more, if it's from other classes, it's fine, but class ten has an extremely unruly demon king Qi Yousui, who dares to take the initiative to participate in the election, to increase the chance of being madly targeted after he touches the other party's bad luck?

But Qi Qingyun didn't have any sense of crisis, and kept silent in a timely manner like everyone else. Anyway, he knew very few people in class, so as long as he didn't get ahead, no one would choose him as a disciplinary committee member.

Seeing the silence in the class, Liu Chengbi said in his heart that it was true, sighed, and forced himself to cheer up:

"If no one volunteers to run for the election, the teacher can recommend someone."

"Qi Qingyun, are you willing to take on this important task?"

"Ah...ah???" Qi Qingyun was caught off guard and named, she was stunned for a moment, and stood up a little confused:

"Teacher, I think..."

"Those who agree with Qi's candidacy please raise your hand."

Liu Chengbi didn't give Qi Qingyun a chance to refuse, and spoke first.

In view of Qi Qingjun's heroic performance of letting Qi Yousui call his father on the spot when he spoke under the national flag, the whole class, including the students who were dozing off, woke up with a start, and raised their hands neatly. The ground was full of darkness, as if it had been rehearsed, and they were even more active than their own in the campaign, and even the arm of the meddler chopped into the air like a sharp sword to express his approval, for fear that if he didn't raise it fast enough, this job would fall on his own head superior.

Qi Qingyun: "..."

Before he had time to express relevant opinions, he had been clearly arranged.

That night, when Qi Qingjun dragged his luggage and came to the dormitory with the discipline committee uniform in his arms, his mind was still blank, buzzing continuously, and he didn't even want to understand where he had won.

He shook his head, kicked out the messy thoughts in his mind, took out the key and opened the door.

Accompanied by a crisp clicking sound, Qi Qingyun opened the door of 321, and choking white smoke came along the crack of the door, Qi Qingyun coughed and squinted his eyes to look inside.

I didn't know it, but I was startled when I saw it, the whole room 321 was filled with smoke, like a fairyland, and Qi Yousui sat inside with his legs crossed, with a Treasurer between his fingertips, squinting at Qi Qingyun.

Qi Qingyun fell on Qi Yousui's fingertips out of the corner of her eye, recognized that this brand was the one she used to smoke in her previous life, and then looked at Qi Yousui speechlessly:

"What are you doing? Smoking in the dorm?"

"Being elected as a disciplinary committee member by the whole class, you are so popular, you are actually very proud, right?" Qi Yousui did not answer Qi Qingyun's question directly, but smiled contemptuously, and deliberately flicked the cigarette ash on the ground, with pale hair. The blond hair swayed with the wind and the cigarette butts and ash all over the place, extremely arrogant.

Chu Queze, who was sitting beside him, blushed from the smoke from his fingertips, coughed up tears from his eyes, but didn't even dare to speak.

"Pull the cigarette." Qi Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore, stepped into the room, kicked away the piles of cigarette butts at her feet, and opened the window for ventilation in front of Qi Yousui.

"You don't use chicken feathers as arrows, so what if I take them?"

"I'm going to smoke all night." Qi Yousui never thought that his roommate would be Qi Qingyun, but this did not affect his stable performance and extraordinary swordsmanship:

"Leave me alone."

"Cough cough cough-"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qingyun coughed again. Qi Qingyun looked up and found that the cough did not come from Chu Queze this time.

Qi Qingyun turned around following the sound, and found that Zhong Xuejin was standing outside the door, with a suitcase beside her, squatting on the ground with her nose covered in discomfort, her slender body trembling slightly, her usually clean facial features wrinkled together, looking It looks distorted.

Zhong Xuejin hated the smell of cigarettes the most in her life, she would not be able to breathe when she smelled it, that's why Qi Qingyun made great efforts to quit smoking in her previous life.

He can't smell smoke either?

Seeing Zhong Xuejin, Qi Qingyun was surprised for only a second, then his face sank, he turned around and quickly grabbed Qi Qi Yousui's wrist, and said word by word:

"One last time, put out the cigarette."

"I don't." Qi Yousui raised his head stubbornly, his face was full of arrogance and unruly, he just knew that Zhong Xue would be in the same dormitory with him, so he deliberately lit a cigarette:

"I won't pinch, what can you do to me? At worst, let's fight!"

"What's the point of fighting?" Qi Qingyun laughed, raised her foot and suddenly stepped on the chair where Qi Yousui was sitting, with her arms on her knees and leaned forward, her eyes met Qi Yousui's. The aura suddenly overwhelmed the sky and covered the sky, making Qi Yousui's heart beat wildly.

Qi Yousui stepped back subconsciously, suppressing the fear that had arisen in his heart for no apparent reason, and unconsciously pressed his back against the table, causing a faint tingling sensation, and his teeth trembled slightly.

Qi Qingyun stood in front of him, the smile in his eyes made people shudder, but he said the most creepy words in a calm and breezy manner, like a devil whispering:

"Don't pinch the cigarette again, I will press this cigarette end into your eyes later."

Qi Yousui expressed his disbelief, and insisted: "Do you know who my grandfather is?!"

"I don't know." Qi Qingyun stared at Qi Yousui with hazel eyes without blinking, and said with a low laugh:

"But even if your own father is here today, I have to take good care of you."