You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Chapter 33

"Hey, let me tell you, when I was handing in my homework just now, Xiaoying asked me to hand in the report card to the proprietress. When I went, I saw a male god of abstinence sitting in front of her desk. He was so handsome that I was taken aback for a while. Could it be someone's brother or uncle?" When Ye Bingyu entered the door, she jumped in, jumped to the table and started poking Xu Qianqian at her tablemate, "Will you follow me to have a look?"

"Boss lady" refers to their class teacher, although she is over [-] years old, she is still very eye-catching in the mathematics teaching and research group where almost all male teachers are.It's just that she is obviously not an indifferent person, but she always has a straight face, and she likes to give long lectures, which makes people feel frightened when they look at it, which is why she has such a meaningful nickname of "Boss Lady".It is precisely because of this that almost no one will take the initiative to go to her to receive spiritual baptism, and Ye Bingyu's proposal is tantamount to fantasy.

"Come on, it's not mine after I saw it. Besides, I can't hide from anyone who has nothing to do with the proprietress." Xu Qianqian who didn't buy it directly threw an orange on her, "Take it and eat it, Sha Tangerine."

"He's really handsome." Ye Bingyu took the orange and peeled it off, "It's not about how good-looking the face is, although it's pretty good, but mainly because of the figure and temperament, that kind of indifference of a domineering president—do you understand? Understand?"

"I understand, I understand," Xu Qianqian nodded, "Just Qi Chongshan."

"It's a low-profile version, at most he talks less, and he doesn't feel like a domineering president."

Hearing this, Qi Chongshan felt his scalp tingling. He really wanted to say what kind of thing a domineering president is. He said that Ling Yichen, a prospective president he knew, didn't mean that he had to ask Qi Ming for help when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. The hairy boy who had to scratch his face behaved like a cat every time he sat there waiting, and he didn't see where the indifference was.

Maybe the president is not domineering enough.

When he thought of this, he forced himself not to turn his thoughts to Ling Yifeng, and refocused his attention on the English newspaper in front of him.

Qi Chongshan finally finished fooling around with the newspaper after he missed the old man's Chinese class, and just as Xiao Ying finished pointing him out of the office, he bumped into a strange person head-on.

The boy leaning against the wall was half hidden in the shadows, with a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, his hair was dyed platinum and braided.He looks like he should be a student, but he is not wearing a school uniform, but a black windbreaker.The windbreaker was obviously quite thin, but this man had a long cashmere scarf around his neck and a mask, which looked particularly uncoordinated.What's even more strange is that the man took off his mask from time to time and took a deep puff of cigarettes, but instead of swallowing it, he sprayed it on himself, and then quickly put on the mask again, coughing uncontrollably.

When he raised his head wearing a mask, he glanced coldly at Qi Zhongshan in front of him, and soon his long eyelashes drooped again, without saying a word.

Unless the man is buck-toothed, he should be pretty handsome.Qi Zhongshan thought so.

So this is the so-called indifference?

Ascetic male god?

Domineering president with dyed hair?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became, and couldn't help but look a few more times.

Just in time, I saw the man turned sideways and took off his mask, frowning, staring intently at the slowly burning cigarette.

At that moment, Qi Zhongshan felt that the blood in his whole body was coagulated.

cicadas sing.

popsicles.

long summer.

A rare lucidity in drowsiness.

And Qi Ming, holding a paintbrush in his hand, staring at the canvas intently.

He immediately understood what Ye Bingyu meant by "feeling".

The person in front of him does not have Qi Ming's face, but from his figure, to his demeanor, to his temperament, he has learned a hundred percent from Qi Ming when he was painting, so that he can instantly wake up the childhood memories sleeping deep in his mind .

Ling Yifeng.

Ling Yifeng.

Ling Yifeng.

The name echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Deafening.

The author has something to say: Yifeng has always been more like Qi Ming [for example, Qi Ming said to Ling Yichen earlier, "Why does Yifeng look like my younger brother?"]

And then... what Qi Zhongshan sees now are all superficial 2333 Yifeng will change in the future~

PS Thanks to the little angel [Qi Ling] for mine × 1~