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In the medical room of the gymnasium, the air conditioner was whistling. Qin Jin was sitting on a chair beside him, watching the doctor debride Meng Qinshi's forehead. He didn't know how the tennis racket grew. The main player from No. [-] Middle School was swung off, and the broken part of the racket just hit Meng Qinshi's forehead, leaving a long cut from his forehead to his brow bone.

It wasn't very deep, but it bled a lot, and his white uniform was stained with blood.

"Don't move! I'll show you if there are any debris inside." The doctor straightened Meng Qinshi's head, and looked carefully at the wound that had been cleaned of blood.

Meng Qinshi gasped and wailed at the doctor: "Sister doctor, be gentle, my head is about to be broken off by you, ouch! It hurts!!!"

"Shhh!" The doctor couldn't bear it anymore, and frowned at him: "He's such a big boy, why is he still like a kid? What's his name? It's a big deal, don't call him!"

"Qin Jin——" Meng Qinshi turned his head and cast his pitiful eyes on Qin Jin, who had a cold gaze aside. Before he could speak, the doctor's cotton soaked in alcohol poked it up, and under the strong stimulation, he screamed in pain. Shouting, it turned the infirmary into a pig killing scene.

The doctor's hands trembled when he called him, and the tweezers in her hand almost fell to the ground. She yelled impatiently: "Oh, I said you child! What are you screaming! Alcohol is a bit irritating, but it's not enough, really not As for!"

Qin Jin's eyes flicked back and forth on Meng Qinshi's grinning face, a smile flickered in his eyes, this man would really make jokes for others, is he going to be a comedian in the future?

"Don't move, it won't hurt in a while." Looking at his pitiful appearance, Qin Jin spoke in a very slow tone.

It wasn't until the wound was treated and bandaged that Meng Qinshi completely calmed down. Bandages were wrapped around his head, covering even the top of his right eye, with drooping eyelids, looking like a Downcast canine.When the two walked out of the medical room, they ran into the players of the tennis team, and the captain hesitated to speak.

Meng Qin waved his hand and said in a very melancholy tone: "Stop talking, I understand, we lost."

"Meng'er..." The captain opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Meng Qinshi.

"My fault, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out, and I was hit on the head by my opponent's tennis racket. It has nothing to do with anyone else. The bully I pretended to be in front of you yesterday, please Be sure to act as if you didn’t hear anything!” Meng Qin was heartbroken for a while, and almost went to the door of their coach’s house to plead guilty with the thorns on his back.

"Listen to me," the captain stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I don't blame you for this matter, we all know it in our hearts, as long as we see that you are still alive and kicking, at most you have lost your appearance, we can rest assured Yes. As for the game - after you left the field, the referee team negotiated and decided to send both sides to the field as substitutes."

The captain turned his attention to the low-key alternate player at the end of the team, who was so low-key that he wanted to drown himself in the dust: "Our junior high school junior is very good. He killed the opponent without leaving a single piece, so we won!"

However, Meng Qin didn't go to the celebration banquet. He just died, and the wound was not shallow. There is no one in this group who goes out to eat without drinking.When Meng Qin went, he could only be envious, so he might as well go home and sleep. Of course, a large part of the reason was Qin Jin; the other party was staring at him with cold eyes, and he almost told him that if you dare to follow him, you can sleep in the corridor tonight.

The light in the kitchen was on, and Qin Jin held the tablet in one hand and turned on the gas stove with the other, with a more serious expression than usual for homework.He cut the ginger into fine shreds, took out the unfrozen chicken from the refrigerator and thawed it, and chopped the shiitake mushrooms into pieces. The cooked rice last night was not finished yet, so he stewed shiitake mushrooms for Meng Qinshi The chicken porridge was more than adequate.

There was the sound of splashing water from the other end of the bathroom, and a silly/satisfied singing voice surnamed Meng. This person is a typical person whose scars healed and forgot to hurt, just like the one who was screaming in pain in the infirmary just now It's like his twin brother.The singing sound floated into Qin Jin's ears. He stirred the porridge in the pot and rolled his eyes unbearably.

In all fairness, Meng Qinshi's singing is not bad, even compared to most high school boys, he is pretty good. I heard that last year he won No.2 in the Sixth Middle School Singing Contest, and No.1 was Jiang Shen.Sixth Middle School has a professional music class, which means that Meng Qinshi can stand out among so many art students with professional qualities, which can be said to be quite good.

The dean of the music class once suggested that he transfer to another class, but he didn't seem to be interested in it, so it didn't matter.

Ten minutes later, he pushed open the bathroom door and brought a wet mist into the living room.The aroma of mushroom and chicken porridge had penetrated into Meng Qinshi's nose. He walked into the kitchen smelling like a puppy, and hugged Qin Jin's thin body from behind.The butterfly bone on the opponent's back was very obvious, which made his chest hurt, but he was still unwilling to let go.

"Give it up, the pot is going to burn."

"Oh, hold me for a while." Meng Qinshi was unwilling to let go, his chin rubbed against the man's neck again and again, he sucked his nose, and the hands around Qin Jin's waist moved back and forth on the man.

Qin Jin was afraid of ticklish, his hands trembled when he was touched, and he almost threw the spoon in his hand: "What are you doing! Get out!"

"Qin Jin, why are you so thin?" Meng Qinshi's fingertips brushed across Qin Jin's chest, and lightly poked the other's overly protruding ribs: "Where have you been eating, why are you still so thin?"

"Meng Qinshi!!" Qin Jin roared in a low voice, and then broke away from the opponent's embrace, his cheeks flushed slightly: "What are you messing with? There is something cooking in the pot!"

Meng Qinshi leaned against the stove, turned his head and smiled at people, showing a row of clean teeth: "Did you cook it for me?"

"I like to eat or not." Qin Jin turned off the fire and tiptoed to get a bowl from the closet.

"Eat, eat, eat! I will eat! I guarantee that there will be no scum left, and the bottom of the bowl will be licked clean!" Meng Qinshi snatched the bowl from his hand and filled a large bowl of porridge for himself.

As a typical example of not having fun with spicy food, Meng Qinshi is a typical person who can't wait to add half a can of Lao Ganma to his white rice porridge. This kind of bland porridge with only a little salt in it is simply torture for him.Meng’s father often went to Xiangxi when he was young. People in Hunan can eat spicy food, and their tastes will change when they travel a lot. In Meng Qin’s childhood, his father was a person who could dry Chaotian peppers and put them in hot pot. The legend who finished three bowls of white rice with this little pepper.

Qin Jin still remembered the first time he was invited to Meng's house for dinner when he was a child. Looking at the bright red dishes on the table, he didn't know where to put his chopsticks.Seeing that he was not moving, Meng Ya thought he was shy, so she put a spoonful of Mengmu's special braised pork ribs into his bowl with a bang, and Qin Jin carefully took a small bite.

result.

He was so hot that he cried.

It's not an exaggerated rhetoric, but a real cry from the heat, and the tears flowed down his beautiful big eyes, and his small face was flushed red from the heat, looking extremely pitiful.

Sure enough, Meng Qinshi scooped up a small spoonful of mushroom and chicken porridge, brought it to his lips and sipped it like a poison test, and wanted to rush to the kitchen to get a bottle of Laoganma to mix and eat on the spot.

But Qin Jin stared back with a cold look: "Where are you going?"

"I..." Meng Qinshi took the bowl, sat back obediently, and negotiated with the person: "I'll just add a spoonful, really."

Qin Jin looked at him: "Do you still want the wound to be infected and suppurated again, and then go to the hospital?"

Meng Qinshi shook his head: "I don't want to." The pain of being dominated by disinfectant alcohol is simply too impressive, after all, he is a weak boy who can scream when he is vaccinated since he was a child.

"Then sit back and eat it obediently. You have strictly prohibited it for me these few days." Qin Jin said with a straight face: "If I find out that you dare to eat spicy food, you will die."

After finishing speaking, Qin Jin got up and went to the bedroom to get his pajamas, opened the door and went into the bathroom.After closing the door and locking it, Meng Qinshi tiptoed into the kitchen when he heard the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. While listening to the commotion in the bathroom, he took out the essentials for home and travel from the cupboard. Prepare good products - old godmother.

Unscrewed the bottle cap, put a spoon in, looked at the mouth-watering chili oil inside, Meng Qin couldn't help swallowing.He scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into the chicken porridge with mushrooms.

"What are you doing?" Qin Jin's cold voice appeared in the living room, and Meng Qin was so frightened that he cried out, and shook the spoon directly into Laoganma's glass jar.

Being caught, the end of the world is not far away, Meng Qinshi looked at the face of the other party who was about to rain, and quickly hid the bottle with the national goddess Tao Huabi behind him.

Qin Jin sneered, without even looking at him, he turned around and went back to the bedroom, shut the door firmly with a bang, and locked it again by the way.Meng Qinshi stood there blankly, not even realizing why he was let go so easily, and there was no such thing as a mountain roar or a tsunami as promised.

After 10 minutes, he knew he was wrong.

Meng Qinshi kept banging on the door, with a pitiful tone: "Qin Jin, why don't you open the door, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I didn't let Lao Ganma go, I really didn't let you go, you If you don’t believe me, come out and take a look, I just eat lightly, please open the door.”

The room was silent. If the lights were not on, Meng Qinshi even suspected that Qin Jin had fallen asleep.

"Qin Jin, why don't you open the door." Meng Qin continued to knock on the door with a sad face, and reached out and twisted the doorknob without giving up: "You let me get the mobile phone charger anyway, my mobile phone is only [-]% The battery is out, and I won’t charge it right now, so what will I use tomorrow.”

Mobile phones are the lifeblood of almost every modern person.However, Meng Qinshi is also a master who will lose his sense of security when the battery power of his mobile phone is lower than 90.00%. Now he has fallen below his bottom line. The bus needs to be scanned with Alipay, and the meal card in the school cafeteria is also used with his mobile phone. Swiping, even buying a bottle of water at the commissary has to be paid with a mobile phone.

When Meng Qin was a young man in the 21st century, he basically had no such thing as cash.Not charging his phone tonight means that he might not even be able to get on the bus tomorrow.

Qin Jin, who was leaning on the bed, held his fully charged mobile phone in one hand and Meng Qinshi's charging cable in the other hand, turning a deaf ear to the pitiful plea at the door, and then he took out earplugs from the bedside table Plug your ears, turn off the light in the room, pull the quilt over your head and sleep soundly.

If you have to die, you have to pay a price, right?

Looking at the mobile phone with only [-]% battery left in his hand, Meng Qinshi threw himself on the bed in his room, covered his head with a pillow and wailed regretfully.