Qing Ben Jiaren how to attack

after class

The sun, which was still arrogant at first, had already hid in the thick clouds at this time, blowing a cool breeze at the right time, making the people who had been roasted by fire feel icy, as if being poured head-on by a basin of cold water.

On the plastic runway, there stood a handsome figure, dressed in clean white, which made his already charming aura even more ethereal, like a fairy. What didn't match his aura was that his sharp-edged handsome face was full of heavy... , the brown eyes were staring helplessly ahead, and the thin pink lips were pursed, the eyes seemed to be out of focus.

On the wide playground, there is no one to be seen, but the railings outside the playground are densely packed with people. They all learned the news from the Sixth Middle School post bar: Mencius Fan, a genius school grass in the Sixth Middle School (Note: I forgot to say, Meng Meng is the second grass in Ke No. 5000 Middle School) was fined to run [-] meters on the playground.For some reason, they all came to join in the fun.

"Meng Zifan, why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you run away?" Squad leader Luo Jie yelled at Meng Zifan who was stunned on the runway gleefully. Because of his good grades, Meng Zifan's head teacher also wanted him to be the class monitor, but Meng Zifan said: "I don't want to compete with others, you can leave the position of monitor to Roger." Luo Jie was ashamed and dissatisfied. Mencius Fan was late every day, and the teacher didn't blame him very much. Could it be because of his good grades?Why?

Meng Zifan ignored him, did a few stretching exercises, and then started running leisurely. To run ten laps, he had to save energy at the beginning. This is a problem that even an idiot can think of.

After running three laps with ease, he felt a bit strenuous, and the sun also rushed out of the clouds unfavorably, scorching the earth hot in a short time. Meng Zifan dragged his heavy body and ran hard As he spoke, the sweat on his forehead slid down his neck and into his collar. When he barely reached the seventh lap, he obviously couldn't go on. Mencius Fan was about to struggle to stand up, but when he moved his leg, he was so painful that even the weak strength of his struggle disappeared.

"God, are you okay?"

"Does it matter?"

"..."

The audience outside the playground saw him fall, and they were all taken aback. After realizing it, they all asked worriedly. Hush and ask for warmth.

Meng Zifan stared blankly at the rushing classmate, feeling warm in his heart.He was carefully lifted up, but due to his unstable center of gravity, he almost fell back to the ground, but fortunately, the classmates beside him caught him.

"Master, is it okay?" A petite girl asked worriedly.

Mencius Fan shook his head indifferently, his head was so dazed that he had no time to speak.

"Xiao Fan, are you alright?" Liu Wen and the others pushed aside the crowd, took Meng Zifan from two well-meaning classmates, and said to them with smiles, "Thank you."

"..." Mencius waved his hand weakly, "Help me back to the classroom."

In the classroom

The three of them looked at Meng Zifan's injured knee anxiously, and saw a large piece of red blood on that white leg, which was very eye-catching. A piece of bloody flesh was turned outward, and the scarlet blood was still oozing out, tearing the skin. The surrounding area is purple, with swelling visible to the naked eye.

"Do you want to go to the infirmary to deal with it?" Liao Kai patted Meng Zifan's arm to loosen his muscles and bones.

Meng Zifan sat on the stool and waved his hands weakly to indicate that he was fine.

"It's all swollen, let's deal with it." Dong Zhineng wiped his sweat with a tissue. They were in basketball training, but when they heard that Meng Zifan was injured and lost his basketball, they rushed over.

Meng Zifan still shook his head, if this little injury can't be taken care of, can he still be called a man?

Seeing Mencius Fan's stubborn attitude, Liu Wen became furious, "Why are you stubborn? How can you be a hero when you are so injured?" After speaking, he walked towards the infirmary regardless of whether he was willing to carry him or not.Seeing this, Liao Kai and the two hurriedly followed.

In the infirmary, the wound was treated briefly, and after listening to the school doctor's instructions, Liu Wen and the other three asked him to take an afternoon off on the grounds of sick leave, and then the three sent Meng Zifan back to the dormitory. Under the lure, Mencius was lying on the bed reading books in every possible way, and the final exam was two months away. Although he was very confident in his ability, he still insisted on reading for two hours every day.

Looking at the political textbook, he couldn't read it anyway. He read it quietly. All the words on the book became "Qiaocheng", and even the pictures on the book became the face that committed crimes. Mencius Fan was annoyed He patted his head, but felt that his head was in a daze, he shook his head, threw the book aside, his body sank, and he lay on his back on the bed, feeling a bit chilly, so he pulled a corner of the thin quilt over his stomach.

When Meng Zifan woke up, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and he had slept for more than five hours. When he was about to get up, he felt his head was swollen, and his eyes couldn't see clearly.I washed my face with cold water, I thought it would be better, but I didn't think about it, not to mention that it didn't work, but it made me even more dazed.

Mencius Fan didn't care so much, he took the political textbook from the bed, and went to self-study at night in a bad mood.

On the way, he seemed to see Qiao Cheng, and saw that man ran over angrily, grabbed his wrist, and scolded, "Isn't it uncomfortable? Why do you still go to class?"

"Qiao Cheng, let me go." He shook the hand on his wrist vigorously, but his current strength was less than one-tenth of his previous strength, and he couldn't help the person in front of him at all.

"Qiao Cheng" froze for a moment, looked at Meng Zifan with a look of a monster, held his face, and made him look directly at him: "Can you see clearly?"

Being held in the face, Meng Zifan felt very uncomfortable. He collected his mind and took a closer look. The person in front of him was not that guy from Qiao Cheng. It was clearly Liao Kai's face that owed K. , asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Hey, why do I still want to ask you?" Liao Kai poked Meng Zifan's chest with his hand, and asked ambiguously, "Who is Qiao Cheng? Is it a beauty? But the name sounds like a boy!"

"I want you to take care of it." Pushing away the annoying Liao Kai, he strode towards the classroom.

As soon as he came to class, he saw someone grabbing his shoulders. When he saw it, he immediately moved away.

The man shouted angrily, "Meng Zifan, what are you doing!"

Um, I woke up after seeing that this person was Dong Zhineng. It turned out that it wasn't Qiao Cheng, who scared him to death, and quickly apologized with a smile: "It's okay. Hehe." It seems that he is really not in good spirits.

"Is the knee better?" Dong Zhineng didn't pursue it, but cared about his injury.

"It's much better, go back to your seat, class is about to start." After speaking, he slipped back to his seat as if he was running away, if he said something strange or did something strange, it would be troublesome.I was also wondering why the phantom of Qiao Cheng always appeared.Suddenly recalling the embarrassing scene last night, his face immediately turned red, not from shyness, but from anger.