The host is irritable every day

Chapter 103 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (45)

For this reason, Qi Wan only regarded it as a symptom of staying in the sun for too long, so she moved under the banyan tree to enjoy the shade, which made her feel better.

07:30 in the evening.

Qi Wan lay on the table exhausted.

The air conditioner in the office was turned on to 20°C, which was considered low temperature, but she had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. When she touched her forehead, it was slightly hot and her face was red.

This posture...

She can't be unlucky, heat stroke, right?
Qi Wan sighed, dragged her body to the water dispenser to get water, and gulped down two big cups.

There were footsteps entering the office.

The female head teacher of Class [-] had just returned from eating in the canteen, holding a sealed cup of mung bean soup in her hand.

"Ms. Qi, you didn't go to the dining hall to eat?"

When she left, she saw Qi Wan staying in his position. When she came back, he was looking listless and drinking water desperately in front of the water dispenser.

Qi Wan muttered "huh?" to herself, finally stopped drinking water and replied: "...I don't have much appetite."

"If you don't have an appetite, you should go to the dining hall."

The female homeroom teacher picked up her thermos cup from the table, twisted the lid, and walked towards Qi Wan, "Everyone in the teacher's cafeteria today has a cup of mung bean soup to relieve the heat...Eh? Teacher Qi, what's wrong with your face?" so red?"

Qi Wan half-closed his eyes in confusion, turned sideways to get the water, and put a hand to his face, "Is it very red?"

"Very red, just like that red persimmon."

The female homeroom teacher put the thermos cup on the water button, thinking of basking in the sun on the playground this afternoon, and asked concerned: "Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"You...think so too?"

"You stayed at the playground all afternoon today..."

Although the female head teacher thought that the physical education teacher was strong and would be fine after a day of exposure, she suddenly looked at Qi Wan deeply.

Her eyes are black and flowing, she is tall and slender, a beautiful young girl.

Ugh.

It’s not easy for a little girl to have tender skin and tender flesh...

She shook her head, and gave her mung bean soup to Qi Wan, "Ms. Qi, it's just right to drink mung bean soup when you have a heat stroke. I have my evening self-study in Class [-] tonight. I can take a look at Class [-] for you. Go back and rest." Bar."

Qi Wan was flattered.

You can go back to sleep, you can have a good rest...

With silent shock in her eyes, she took the mung bean soup and almost bowed, "Teacher Tao, thank you so much."

...

Because of getting off the plane and rushing directly to school, Qi Wan didn't drive today, and her luggage was taken away by Qi's mother at the airport, and the class didn't need to be guarded, so it's a sneak in at the moment.

Turn right from the school gate and go through the alley to reach the pedestrian street.

Qi Wan held her forehead, thinking that she was probably immune to heat stroke, and she wasn't too dizzy now, just a little sleepy.

After pausing, it occurred to me that she hadn't eaten.

Although she was not hungry, she still had to fill her stomach with something to prevent stomach problems, so she was caught off guard and arranged to go shopping alone.

Passing through the pitch-black alley easily, there is a bustling light ahead.

In autumn, the deeper the night, the lower the temperature.

Qi Wan didn't have much appetite, so she sat in the milk tea shop and played with her mobile phone after eating a piece of bread, and didn't leave until 09:30.

The location of the milk tea shop is at the fork of the pedestrian street, and the area is full of barbecue stalls and beer shops where young people's nightlife begins.

Qi Wan had just finished listening to Ye Ning's phone call at the door of the milk tea shop, and there were intertwined sounds of "boom" and "pop", the sound of a glass bottle falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice with a slightly alcoholic tone pierced the sky, drowning out the sound of drinking and playing cards and smoking.

"Boy, you're so annoying if you don't lose money, do you know who we are?"

"I just accidentally spilled your wine. It's ridiculous. Everyone has to know you?"

The young man's voice contained some faded youthfulness, low and hoarse but familiar.

Qi Wan stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and out of curiosity, she wanted to watch a good show, but unexpectedly, she saw her head coming up.

The man who was leading in her direction had a fierce look.

A man with a root in his mouth, a cropped head, wearing a leopard print shirt, a huge black dragon pattern on his left arm that spreads all the way to his shoulder, and a small scar on the bridge of his nose, he is a proper social brother.

The man who spoke next to him was a head shorter than him, with short hair dyed red, wearing a vest, and a prominent spider tattoo on his neck.

Behind the two is a group of colorful, standard cropped skinny jeans, flip-flops, younger brothers of the big brother in society.

With their backs to Qi Wan, there were three teenagers facing off against a group of social guys.

Needless to say, she knew the familiar figure from the back, even if it turned into ashes.

That guy had been staying at home on leave a few days ago, and this afternoon he hid from people when he saw her, and now he was going against her again.

The school was doing evening self-study, and he took two of them over the wall to skip class. He really didn't have a long memory.

Qi Wan sniffed, folded her arms and chest, and had no plans to step forward to help for the time being, let him learn the lesson first.

In the distance, the red-haired man's expression was ugly, obviously he didn't expect the three teenagers in front of him to be so tough!
He picked up the empty wine bottle on the table, smashed it hard, and pointed the sharp end at the three of them.

"Boy, how dare you be so bold in front of Brother Xiang, don't toast and refuse to drink!"

As soon as the words fell, the younger brothers behind the red-haired man pinched their joints and twisted their necks. One of them kicked down the table next to him that hadn't been cleaned in time, and the barbecue sticks and stainless steel plates on the table were scattered all over the floor.

The situation at this moment is not right.

The two people beside Liang Geyue were obviously panicked, and each took a small step closer to the person's back, as if hiding behind the person, not daring to make a sound.

Liang Ge swallowed his saliva calmly, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He still refused to show weakness and crossed his arms, "You...what do you want!"

The red-haired man threw the broken wine bottle at their feet, glass flying freely.

"Losing money!"

The stress response caused the three of them to retreat again and again, and a small piece of glass still scratched Liang Geyue's ankle, leaving a bloodstain all at once.

It turned out to be true!
Liang Geyue gritted his teeth and looked at the number of people on the other side. There were almost ten people.

The owner of the stall didn't come out to persuade the fight, and the people who looked around were just joining in the fun. This group of people is really not a kind person!
Liang Geyue looked back at his two brothers again. Both of them were still shaking. It looked like they were scared out of their wits. Not to mention that there were many people on the other side, but with these two people on the same side, there was really no chance of winning in a fight. …

He slowly lowered the hand holding his arm and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers, his expression was unnatural, and his tone softened, "...how much?"

Things that can be solved with money will save you a little bit of flesh and blood. It's unlucky for him to meet this group of people today!

Silent from beginning to end, the short-haired man known as "Brother Xiang" among the social guys held a cigarette in his mouth and stopped the red-haired man who was about to report the money. He held the cigarette between his fingers and blew out the white mist.

He turned his head away, looked at the number of knocked over bottles of wine on their table, and suddenly smiled.

"Ten thousand."

"Three bottles of wine plus our brother's mental damage fee, a total of ten thousand."

(End of this chapter)