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Sure enough, Qin Jin's premonition came true again. Before the military training officially started in the afternoon, his stomach hurt like a torrent of water, and his face was too pale.The instructors in their class were afraid of taking responsibility. After all, the military training was just to make these monkeys calm down and put on a show, not to the point of making the students persist despite illness, so they asked Qin Jin to go to the infirmary to rest.

The teacher in the infirmary handed Qin Jin a stomach medicine. Qin Jin drank the medicine with the warm water Meng Qinshi sent, and looked up at him: "Why are you still here?"

"I think you can leave when you are fine." Meng Qinshi pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.

Qin Jin leaned against the only bed in the infirmary, and said coldly: "I'm fine, you can go."

"Qin Jin." Meng Qin looked at him with complicated eyes: "Why do you admit that it is yours? Are you stupid?"

"I don't admit that you've finished your drink?" Qin Jin asked back.

The corners of Meng Qinshi's lips curved, forming a bright and ostentatious arc: "You can drink it up, for you, you have to finish it anyway."

The breeze blew up the white curtains of the infirmary, bringing in the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from outside, and the bright and clean eyes of the young man under the sun were filled with smiles.At this moment, Qin Jin seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat, even though it was well hidden, wrapped in his cold shell that kept people away from thousands of miles away, no one would notice it at all.

"Stupid." Qin Jin murmured in a low voice.

Meng Qinshi fumbled in his trouser pocket, then took out a piece of white rabbit, skillfully peeled off the candy wrapper and brought a piece of toffee to Qin Jin's mouth: "Open your mouth."

The moment the corner of his lips touched the sugar, Qin Jin opened his mouth slightly like a conditioned reflex, and the next second the sweet and greasy aroma of milk spread in his mouth.

"You didn't eat anything at noon, and the cafeteria is out of even the pot of water right now." Meng Qinshi glanced back. The teacher in the infirmary had gone to a meeting and no one was there, and there was only one room left in the big room. Get them both down.From the other side of the playground, the instructor's harsh roar and the students' uniform one-two-one sounded very inhumane.

"Even if there was, I wouldn't drink it." Qin Jin spoke vaguely with milk in his mouth.

Meng Qinshi suddenly felt that Qin Jin in this appearance was a bit cute, his fair cheeks were bulging because of the toffee, and his tone of voice was softer than usual when he spoke.

"How can I let you drink that stuff, wait!"

Meng Qinshi didn't say where he was going. After he left, Qin Jin leaned on the only bed and squinted for a while. When he woke up, there was another female classmate in the infirmary. She was sitting on the sofa. His face was pale, and he was a little weak.

"Are you awake?" The girl smiled at him.

Qin Jin responded, "Change with you?"

"No need, I'll just sit down for a while." The girl covered her belly with one hand and held a steaming glass with the other. I'm in the class next to you, Xie Miaoqing."

"Oh." Qin Jin's gaze stayed on her face for a moment, then retracted.

In all fairness, Xie Miaoqing has a pure and lovely face, and her black hair is tied into a ponytail, which is much more pleasing to the eye than those colorful waves. She doesn't look like a student who can study in No. [-] Middle School.

Qin Jin has always been a topic stopper, unless it is necessary, he can not talk without talking, especially when meeting unfamiliar people.Xie Miaoqing saw that he replied an "oh" and then there was no more to say, she bit her lip and lowered her head.

The wind passing through the hall blew Xie Miaoqing's long hair. She straightened the hair that was hanging down to her temples, and asked softly, "Student Qin Jin, why are you in this school?"

"Huh?" Qin Jin raised his eyelids and looked cold.

"Ah, I...I mean..." Xie Miaoqing seemed to be frightened by his eyes, and she stuttered when she spoke: "I have seen you before, you came to our junior high school to share your experience, teacher Said that you are very good..."

This almost hit Qin Jin's most uncomfortable point, and his face turned colder for a while, he hummed, and interrupted Xie Miaoqing's words in an impatient tone: "I'm here now, and I have to study for three years."

Excuse me, what's your opinion?

Xie Miaoqing is also a smart girl, and she still knows the basics of observing words and expressions, so she obediently stopped talking at this moment, clenched the glass in her hand and said nothing.She just wanted to find a topic to get close to Qin Jin. After all, not everyone had the opportunity to spend alone with this rumored male god-level schoolmaster.

In just one day yesterday, Qin Jin's photo information had already been circulated in the groups of all classes in No. [-] Middle School.

It's just that he himself looks too cold, and with Meng Qinshi around him, girls who want to strike up a conversation can only stay away.

The door of the infirmary was opened. When Qin Jin thought it was Meng Qin, he turned around and saw Lin Ran walking towards him.The young and handsome teacher walked to the hospital bed with a takeaway box in his hand and handed it to Qin Jin.

Qin Jin took the takeaway dully, smelling it should be a chicken porridge with mushrooms: "Thank you, teacher."

Lin Ran smiled: "Thank you for what I'm doing, classmate Meng Qinshi bought it for you."

Qin Jin paused with his fingertips, looked down at the takeaway box in his hand: "What about others?"

"He..." Lin Ran laughed, and his tone was full of helplessness: "During class, he was caught for going out over the wall without permission. Director Fang took him to the office to write a self-criticism."

This person is really unreliable.

Qin Jin murmured in his heart, just thinking about the way Meng Qinshi was grabbed by the collar of the big demon director and thrown back to the office to write a self-criticism, Qin Jin found it extremely funny, and even the boredom lingering in his heart faintly showed signs of subsiding .

"Meng Qinshi, I found that you are really a typical example of not shedding tears when you see a coffin." Fang Jingwen sat at the desk, holding the newly issued teaching materials in his hand, and said to others while flipping through them.

Meng Qinshi was squatting in the corner, with a boxy stool in front of him, and the self-criticism in his hand had just begun, and he was already restless.He stretched out one leg and thumped it, then switched to the other side and thumped it, holding the pen between his slender and clean fingers and twirling it round and round.

He just climbed over the wall to buy Qin Jin a porridge casserole across the street. Who knew that when he turned back, he was bumped into by Fang Jingwen and Lin Ran who were standing in the corner talking. When he turned over and landed next to the wall, Fang Jingwen's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

The new head teacher had a good temper and promised to bring the porridge to Qin Jin, but failed to save Meng Qin from the devil. After all, Fang Jingwen who lost his temper was not so easy to provoke, and Lin Ran stood in front of Fang Jingwen. , just like a little white rabbit in front of a big tiger, basically no prestige at all.

Hearing this, Meng Qinshi chuckled: "Director Fang, what are you talking about... Where can I find a coffin as beautiful as yours!"

"I said you..." Fang Jingwen curled up, making a gesture to hit him on the head.

"Ouch!" It was a frightening feint at all, but Meng Qinshi exclaimed exaggeratedly and hid to the side.

Fang Jingwen withdrew his hand and spread the book out again: "Hurry up and write your self-criticism! Do you still want to go home on time?"

"I'm writing, I'm writing." Writing a self-criticism is a familiar thing once and twice. For Meng Qinshi, writing a thousand words casually is even more pediatrics. He wrote vigorously while taking time to chat with Fang Qingwen. : "Director Fang, did Teacher Lin just graduate?"

Fang Jingwen was about to prepare for the lesson, when he heard that the tip of his pen paused: "What are you asking for? Is this something you should worry about?"

"Anyway, he's also my head teacher for the next three years. Of course I have to care about it."

"Three years?" Fang Jingwen raised his eyebrows, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showed a hint of sarcasm: "Are you sure it's not a year?"

"Director Fang—" Meng Qinshi stopped moving his hands, and looked at Fang Jingwen with a playful smile: "I don't always want to repeat the grade, okay? They repeat the grade on purpose."

Fang Jingwen looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to have inexhaustible energy and was always radiant. He said, "Your purpose is Qin Jin." He stuck it in his chest, but he didn't say it. As a teacher, he shouldn't say these things in front of his students. .Puppy love is wrong, let alone between the same sex, it will be even more taboo.

How difficult this road is, no one knows who has walked it.

He scribbled down a few large characters in the first section of the first unit in the textbook, and the font was vigorous and powerful.There was a moment of silence in the office of the Political and Education Department, only the cold air from the air conditioner was blowing out.Meng Qinshi didn't know what he was thinking. From Fang Jingwen's angle, he could only see the top of his hairy head and the tip of his pen that kept shaking.

The supplementary materials were flipped through by Fang Jingwen. After a thought went through his mind over and over again, he finally said, "Meng Qinshi."

"Ah?" Meng Qinshi raised his head: "What?"

"Your teacher Lin is indeed a fresh graduate, with little experience, and you can see your personality. You have a too good temper, and you can't control you monsters at all." Fang Jingwen frowned tightly when he said this, with a very serious expression: "You guys I have basically figured out the students in the class, and there is nothing to worry about."

Meng Qinshi was a little confused by his call, so he said blankly: "Director Fang, please speak up if you have something to say. I am writing this review at a critical stage, and Wen Siquan is gushing."

"Don't be poor!" Fang Jingwen put down the pen in his hand, hesitated for a long time before saying as if talking to himself: "Don't bully him."

Qin Jin took the medicine, drank half a bowl of porridge, and then lay down in the infirmary for a whole afternoon.The girl whose aunt was in pain probably couldn't bear the low pressure lingering in the infirmary, so she followed Lin Ran when she left.Qin Jin was the only one left in the empty room. He packed up the leftover porridge and was about to stuff it into the trash can when he found a small sticky note stuck to the bottom of the takeaway box.

On the light blue bear's head is Meng Qinshi's words - "Today, it's still Qin Jin's exclusive takeaway brother~!" There is also a cartoon head with a very stupid scissorhands drawn on the back, it seems to be him self portrait.

"A bad boy with a girlish heart?" Qin Jin murmured to himself, then carefully folded the post-it note and stuffed it into his trousers pocket.

The moment he walked out of the door of the infirmary, the oncoming heat wave almost drove him back into the air-conditioned room. Frowning, he walked through the sun-baked corridor and walked towards the teaching building.Walking straight along this road, there is a lush maple forest, and a little further ahead is the teaching building.

As soon as Qin Jin stepped into the tree-lined path in the woods, he heard noisy movements, men and women, but he couldn't hear what they were saying.He never liked to meddle in other people's business, especially this kind of nosy business, so he simply bypassed the source of the sound from a distance and took a big turn.

Surprisingly, no matter how far he detoured, he had to return to the main road to reach the teaching building.

Qin Jin looked at the three or four tall men in school uniforms blocking the middle of the road, and the girls surrounded by them—does he look like the hero who saves the beauty in campus literature?

"Junior girl, can't you add a WeChat account?" The boy in the lead had a carefree tone, with a row of shiny gadgets hanging from his ears, so non-mainstream that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"That's right, elementary school girl, it's just WeChat, you can't be so stingy, right?"

"Yes, yes, let's play together after school!"

"I...I...I have something else to do, don't block the way." The girl's voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

"If I don't stop you, just add a WeChat, and let you go after adding it." The leading boy spoke again.

There were many mosquitoes in the woods, and the weather was hot. Qin Jin frowned for a while and then became impatient. He was about to turn around and go back to the infirmary to lie down for a while when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Student Qin Jin!" The voice came from the girl who was surrounded.

Qin Jin didn't remember knowing her at all, but turned around and looked at her politely: "What's the matter?"

"Can you..." The girl looked at him expectantly.

Before he could reply, those boys became impatient, and the one in the lead yelled at Qin Jin: "Hey! Xueba, if you don't want to cause trouble, go away quickly. It's nothing to do with you!"

"That's right, hurry up, watch carefully and I'll beat you!" Huang Mao who was following him also shouted.

"Xueba, you have slender arms and legs, you can't resist beating at first glance." The other also followed suit, and his sloppy posture was exactly the same as the third-rate thugs in TV dramas: "When you turn around and break your arms, how can you study hard and make progress every day?" Woolen cloth."

Then several people burst into laughter, completely ignored Qin Jin, and continued to pester the girl.

Qin Jin has always hated contact with people's limbs, especially these people who don't seem to be so clean, and he will hold back if he wants to beat people.Therefore, he unhurriedly took out the mobile phone that Lin Ran had just sent over from his trouser pocket, pressed a few keys, and the phone was quickly connected after it rang twice. The clear and clear voice sounded full of energy, not at all like someone who just finished writing a thousand-word self-criticism.

"Xiao Jin, have you finished your porridge? Is your stomach feeling better? Did you see the note I left?" Meng Qinshi's questions were poured into Qin Jin's ears one after another.

Qin Jin didn't answer a single one, and said bluntly: "Meng Qinshi, come to me, someone is going to beat me up."

Why do it yourself, close the door!It's time to release Meng Qin!