Little crying bag sticks to the dead enemy

Qiao Fan fell asleep very late yesterday, so he couldn't get up at all right now. He waved his hand, trying to drive the people in front of him away.

Zhao Minglei came over to pick off his quilt, "Fan'er, if you don't get up, you will be late..."

Seeing Qiao Fan's messy head and shoulders exposed, the next second the quilt was grabbed by Qiao Fan.

Qiao Fan's eyes met Zhao Minglei's, and Qiao Fan suddenly shivered, and stopped dozing off, and pulled the quilt back, "What, what are you doing?!"

Yang Qian tilted his head and looked at him, "Fan'er, you look like a big girl."

Zhao Minglei immediately laughed out loud when he heard the words, "Qian'er, you are a godly metaphor, isn't this a big girl with yellow flowers."

"Come on, let Dad take a look at it!" Zhao Minglei said, spreading his claws and pounced on Qiao Fan.

"Ah, don't!" Qiao Fan screamed, pulling the quilt vigorously to protect himself, the three of them squeezed into a single bed, and the unbearably disturbed wooden bed kept making creaking sounds.

Lai Qiang, who was passing by the dormitory next door, heard the movement and poked his head in to see, "Hey, what are you playing on such a large scale!"

You Xu took Lai Qiang's shoulders, "Oh, my poor young master has been trampled again, do you want my brother to save you?"

Because of Qiao Fan's high-profile behavior on the first day of school, the clothes he wore were all famous brands, and he was generous and often stuffed snacks for his classmates, so he was nicknamed "Little Master" by many classmates.

Yu Jingyu glanced at the three people fighting in the scuffle, thinking of Qiao Fan's physical changes, he couldn't help saying: "Stop making trouble, it's almost time for morning exercises."

Zhao Minglei and Yang Qian finally stopped teasing Qiao Fan and urged him to hurry up, and the spectators at the door also left.

Qiao Fan quickly lifted the quilt while they were going out, got out of bed, closed the door, quickly changed into the clothes he had prepared last night, and then put on the coat Yu Jingyu bought for him, he was relieved, and went with the toiletries Waterhouse.

Today's Monday, No. [-] Middle School requires students to wear school uniforms from Monday to Friday, so when Qiao Fan appeared on the playground wearing such a suit, he was immediately caught in a conspicuous manner.

All the students in the school were doing gymnastics, only Qiao Fan was singled out.

"Tell me why you didn't wear the school uniform." The dean of the Academic Affairs Office found him an excuse, "Did the school uniform leave the house, or was it accidentally soaked by a broken faucet?"

"No, teacher, I'm wearing a school uniform." Qiao Fan said as he lifted a corner of his clothes to show the director of the Academic Affairs Office the clothes inside. The white background and blue borders were the school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School. After a closer look, he found that the pants were also the same.

The dean of the academic affairs office got serious when he saw it, "What are you doing wearing a coat on such a hot day, it's also one of the school rules that you can't wear a school uniform and other clothes except for the cold, don't you know?"

Qiao Fan whispered, "I've been chilling recently."

"Take medicine for stomach cold!" The director of the Academic Affairs Office said ruthlessly, "Take off your coat."

Qiao Fan was about to cry, his eyes rolled around, thinking about how to fool him, and ran away at worst, since the coat was determined not to be taken off anyway.

Then, from the corner of the eye, I saw Yu Jingyu in the last row mouthing at him:

[Acknowledge your mistake. ]

He pointed to several other students who were also punished to run away for not wearing school uniforms.

Qiao Fan came to his senses and immediately apologized to the director of the Academic Affairs Office, "I'm sorry, teacher, it's my fault for wearing a coat indiscriminately, I know it's wrong! Well, why don't you punish me for running?"

The director of the Academic Affairs Office nodded, "Five circles."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Qiao Fan happily joined the ten-member team to receive the punishment.

It was the first time that the director of the academic affairs office was thanked for punishing a student, and all the anger disappeared for a while, humming a song and leaving.

Soon there were only eleven people left on the playground who had been fined. At first, Qiao Fan was very lucky to avoid a catastrophe. After running for two laps, he realized that there was a new disaster waiting for him.

Qiao Fan couldn't help but slow down as he ran, and wanted to use his hands to support the two heavy things on his chest, but he couldn't because there were still people on the playground.

He could only try to hold them under his armpit to keep them from shaking, which not only made him flustered, but also hurt him.

After finally finishing the run, Qiao Fan was already paralyzed from exhaustion, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Qiao Fan took a few breaths. When he returned to the classroom, self-study had already started for more than ten minutes. The English teacher was not there, and the English class representative was leading the reading at the podium.

Zhao Minglei threw a small note on his desk, "What's going on?"

Qiao Fan was exhausted, wrote "Punishment" crookedly, crumpled it into a ball, and when he turned around and threw it to Zhao Minglei, he saw Yu Jingyu in the back row looking at him.

Qiao Fan was a little happy seeing Yu Jingyu, "It was really thanks to you just now, otherwise I would have been forced to take off my coat!"

Qiao Fan said, lying on Yu Jingyu's table with a bitter face, "It's really hard to be a girl, you don't know how painful it was when I first ran!"

Qiao Fan pointed to his chest vaguely, "No wonder the girls are punished to run fewer laps than us every time. It turns out that there are other reasons besides the physical strength gap."

Yu Jingyu frowned, he didn't want to hear this.

The note was thrown back and landed on Yu Jingyu's desk.Qiao Fan took it apart and looked at it. This time the font was written by Yang Qian, "Are you sick?"

Qiao Fan wrote: "No, I'm just a little chilly. The director of the Academic Affairs Office doesn't believe me. I'm thinking about going to the infirmary after class to open the certificate. You can bring me breakfast. Meat buns and soy milk will do."

Before Qiao Fan finished writing, another small note was thrown over.

Zhao Minglei: "When did you and brother Yu get on so well that we could sit at the same table and chat intimately?"

Qiao Fan replied: "It wasn't to the point of incompatibility. I was too one-sided before. He is actually quite good."

After class, Qiao Fan went to the infirmary. I heard from Lai Qiang that Dr. Guo in the infirmary was very talkative, and he could write if he wanted to prove himself, but this is obviously not the bald Dr. Guo that Lai Qiang said——

The bushy-haired doctor in the infirmary was waving a female classmate to leave quickly, "You are not sick, don't take medicine indiscriminately, hurry up and go away."

The female classmate originally wanted to say something more, but when she saw Qiao Fan coming in, she ran out immediately.

Dr. Yao shook his head, "The little girls nowadays don't know what they are thinking."

Qiao Fan was a little apprehensive. He came to prove that it was not an easy task: "Hello, doctor!"

"Well, why aren't you feeling well?" Dr. Yao was sorting out the materials and didn't look back.

Qiao Fan: "I'm afraid of the cold."

"Stomach cold?"

Dr. Yao turned his chair, and when he turned around, he saw a handsome boy in a long autumn coat standing obediently behind him.

Dr. Yao glanced at his coat and the exposed arm, "Oh, chills?"

Qiao Fan quickly pulled off his sleeves to cover his restless fingers, "Yeah."

Dr. Yao: "Are there any other symptoms besides chills?"

Qiao Fan: "Not anymore."

Dr. Yao clicked his tongue and asked again, "Why do you have such a strong smell?"

Qiao Fan was honest: "I ate hot pot yesterday."

Dr. Yao: "You don't want to change your clothes?"

Qiao Fan blushed, "I like this dress."

Dr. Yao raised his eyebrows, looked at his obviously ill-fitting coat, and joked: "I don't think you are afraid of the cold, but you want to have a legitimate reason to wear this coat, right?"

Qiao Fante was excited: "That's right!"

Doctor Yao burst into laughter, swiped a pen and wrote a few big characters, signed his name, "Only this once."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Qiao Fan joyfully left holding the life-saving talisman.

Dr. Yao looked at his bouncing back and sighed, "Young people nowadays really know how to play."

Back in the classroom, Zhao Minglei and the others just came back. Yang Qian handed the bun soy milk to Qiao Fan and asked him, "What did the doctor say, is it important?"

Qiao Fan took a big bite of the meat bun, swallowed it contentedly, drank a few mouthfuls of soy milk, and said, "It's okay, the doctor prescribed some vitamins and calcium tablets, and you'll be fine after eating!"

Zhao Minglei and Yang Qian looked at Qiao Fan's happy face and were speechless.

The next day, Qiao Fan was in that suit again, and was caught by the director of the Academic Affairs Office again, but this time he was not at all cowardly, and calmly showed the certificate issued by the infirmary to the teacher.

The dean of the Academic Affairs Office looked at the "keep warm" after the "suggestion" and the signature on the lower right, and then looked at Qiao Fan's energetic appearance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qiao Fan suddenly became nervous again, he looked down at his sleeves - very good, they were not rolled up.

In the end, the director of the Academic Affairs Office waved his hand and let him go.

In the evening Qiao Fan didn't take a bath again, he just wiped his body and fell asleep, probably because he didn't sleep well last night, today he fell asleep as soon as he lay next to the bed, and wrapped himself up as usual before going to bed.

There was a physical education class the next day, and Zhao Minglei deliberately didn't grab the bathroom when he went back at night, but looked at Qiao Fan with an indescribable expression on his face, "Fan'er, you don't want to take a bath again, do you?"

Yang Qian made up his knife: "If you don't wash it, it will be rotten."

After Qiao Fan and the others left, they carefully raised their hands and smelled it. Today there was a physical education class, and the amount of exercise was quite heavy. Qiao Fan sweated a lot. Although he didn't smell anything, Qiao Fan Fan always felt itchy all over.

At 10:40 p.m., the dormitory turned off the lights on time, and Qiao Fan listened to the movement of his roommates with his ears up.

At 11:30, Qiao Fan got out of bed secretly, took out the clothes and toiletries that he had prepared earlier, opened and closed the door secretly, and then quickly ran to the bathroom!

Yu Jingyu opened his eyes when he heard the door closing. After a while, he sighed and got up to go out.

There is a public bathroom on each floor of the dormitory building. Once you enter, there are a row of cabinets on the left and right sides, and two long chairs in the middle. Going inside is a row of single cubicles separated by baffles.

But this single room is useless, because it has neither doors nor curtains to block the line of sight. In addition to looking up to greet passers-by, you can also talk about life with the brothers on the opposite side.

Like a thief, Qiao Fan first checked to see if there was anyone else in the bathroom, and after confirming that there was no one, he began to take off his clothes and take a shower in the last cubicle.

I haven't washed it for three days, and this time Qiao Fan felt so refreshed that he couldn't help humming a song in a low voice.

However, before a song was finished, there was a vague conversation outside the bathroom. Qiao Fan nervously shook off the towel to cover himself, and cautiously looked out.

Outside the bathroom, Yu Jingyu persuaded the classmate who came to take a bath in the middle of the night to leave, and watched him go upstairs before standing against the wall again.The singing in the bathroom has disappeared, probably frightened.

Yu Jingyu slightly hooked his lower lip, closed his eyes and rested.

Qiao Fan waited for a while and there was no movement outside the bathroom. Thinking that it was probably a passing classmate, he continued humming a song, rubbed his body with bubbles, and washed carefully.

Twenty minutes later, Yu Jingyu opened his eyes impatiently.

After another 5 minutes passed, Yu Jingyu finally couldn't help shouting into the bathroom: "Why are you still not well?!"

Qiao Fan, who was touching his body breasts, trembled in fright, and the body breasts fell to the ground, pressing out a big lump.

Yu Jingyu: "Squeak if you don't faint."

Qiao Fan recognized that it was Yu Jingyu's voice, and with a flash of inspiration, he said happily, "Yu Jingyu, you have been guarding me!"

Yu Jingyu suddenly had a strange emotion in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably, and said with a black face:

"Don't say strange things, hurry up!"