A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo is not the one with a particularly violent temper, if he can't get angry, he won't make trouble for himself.

At the same time, as a liberal arts teacher, you still have the qualities you should have, and you don't easily do it with others.

Showing emotions is dangerous, even angry ones.

Jing Zhuo persuaded himself like this before grabbing the railing of the bed with one hand and jumping off.

He understands the truth, but the rabbit still bites when it is in a hurry.

High-explosive Sanda focuses on speed rather than strength. Before the opponent reacts, he will give a hard blow, and he has an absolute advantage in agility.

With the palm on the side of the shoulder, Cheng Luo was almost sent away.

He didn't have time to block the next round of attack, and didn't even see Jing Zhuo's movements clearly, his neck was already caught by his forearm.

The light from the dormitory building opposite came in, Jing Zhuo's face was half hidden in the darkness, and he looked down at him condescendingly.

These two times were just farting to scare Cheng Luo, and they didn't mean it. Adults would fight each other if they said beating in the middle of the night. Are they crazy?

Cheng Luo was indeed a little bit taken aback, but he wasn't annoyed, he raised his chin following the pressure of his arm: "No wonder Cheng Xinran was not injured."

In this posture, the two are very close, with half an arm's distance between them, and they can feel each other's breath.

Jing Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth, he wouldn't be afraid of ten of those lemon chicken feet.

However, he forgot that what he was facing in line with now was not some lemon chicken feet.

When he saw Cheng Luo also smiled, he froze for a moment.

The arm was bound by the big hand, and then I felt the other party's sudden force——

After spinning around, Jing Zhuo was already lying face down on the pillow.

One leg was still half-kneeling on the bed|, with his arms pinned behind his back.

In contrast, Cheng Luo was much gentler, just held his arm, leaned over and blew into his ear, and felt him tremble: "Take a break, Teacher Jing."

Damn the gate, how can a fight create a strange atmosphere.

In terms of strength, he was completely outmatched by the process, and Jing Zhuo felt very humiliated, as if he appeared on the stage to be cool and cool with his own BGM, but was punched flat by someone.

Once restrained, there is no theory for various Sanda techniques.He struggled in embarrassment, but Cheng Luo was as motionless as a mountain, and seemed to be very relaxed, maintaining the posture of talking in his ear and laughing.

The low laugh made him numb from the tips of his ears to his shoulders, Jing Zhuo turned his head and stared at him with difficulty.

The look in his eyes was full of fire, and something was burning in the air.

After a while, Cheng Luo let go of him, sat on the bedside and sighed: "There is no sound insulation here, don't tease me."

Jing Zhuo sat up and slapped him on the back: "Pry open Tianling Gaier and use the high-pressure water gun! It's burnt yellow!"

In fact, he also reacted quite a bit, and felt very guilty. How can he drive on this broken road?

Cheng Luo glanced: "I want to help..."

Jing Zhuo quickly returned to the upper bunk.

While sitting in the classroom listening to the class, Lu Haoyang stooped and slipped to sit next to Jing Zhuo, and started the game: "Brother, can you play games?"

"No." Jing Zhuo squeezed the notebook in his hand tightly.

"But he can beat people." Cheng Luo answered next to him.

Lu Haoyang watched Jing Zhuo kick Cheng Luo under the table, and the latter suppressed a smile and looked at the podium to listen to the class.

"Brother, do you know it?" Lu Haoyang asked Cheng Luo again.

One on the left and one on the right, Jing Zhuo is caught between them, wanting to cry without tears.

"Me?" Cheng Luo didn't look at him, "You brother usually doesn't play games, so I don't either."

Lu Haoyang was stunned: "Oh."

Although he had goose bumps all over his body, Jing Zhuo applauded Cheng Luo loudly in his heart.

Seeing Lu Haoyang's intentions, everyone would not refuse, and he was ready to "poach the wall", and wanted to ask something, but Cheng Luo interrupted him just as he opened his mouth: "Listen to the class, Teacher Ren is talking above."

It's quiet now.

It was finally quiet.

Jing Zhuo glanced at Cheng Luo's face from the corner of his eye, it was the first time he had seen Cheng Luo's expression and tone when talking to Lu Haoyang just now.

Unlike the usual inconspicuous smile, it seems unapproachable, alienated, and even a little serious.But this is more in line with his professional identity, and he looks like a serious doctor.

Oh, he is not only a doctor, but also a distinguished lecturer.

At first Jing Zhuo was quite disdainful, and Cheng Luo himself didn't seem to take it seriously, but when he went to listen to his lecture in the afternoon, Jing Zhuo was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Luo graduated from T University with a master's degree, and it was even more surprising that his "I don't know what to say" yesterday allowed the teachers and students in the hall to concentrate on recording and taking notes. After the end, there was thunderous applause.

Starting from the epidemiology, development and treatment process of gastric cancer, in-depth report analysis around clinical experience.The feelings of studying medicine, job selection, and experience exchange are almost complete.

It was the first time I saw him buttoning his white coat and putting it on straight, like a... toilet paper tube.

Or rather handsome toilet paper cones.

Many girls below took photos and videos, and some cut them out on the spot to post small videos with school topics.

Jing Zhuo sat in the last row of the auditorium, spinning his pen in circles.

Although he could barely understand the content of the lecture, he could feel that such Cheng Luo was very attractive.

The charm is not only because he is a handsome toilet paper container, but because he feels that a lazy and unserious person is serious, and the contrast is very obvious.

However, the degree is doubtful.

Graduated from T University, not necessarily in the top three, but it is somewhat surprising to be in the county hospital.

My old lady was also a county doctor before she retired, but it was different at that time. How many young people are willing to stay at the grassroots level?

Suddenly remembering Teacher Wu's words in the car the day he first arrived, Jing Zhuo watched Cheng Luo bow and step down amidst the applause.

But he didn't plan to ask Cheng Luo, he wasn't interested, there was no need for it.

Cheng Luo's task is considered complete, and the remaining few days are equivalent to paid vacations on the university campus.

In the evening, the teachers visited the campus together, and Cheng Luo was tired of watching Brother Long's earthy videos in the dormitory, so he opened the phone map to find the school gym.

It was only when I arrived that I realized that the gym was not open to the public. I had to log in to the company’s WeChat from the educational administration system to verify my student’s identity before I could apply for a gym card.

If you are struggling, you might as well go back and face Shao.

Thinking of Jing Zhuo's beating last night, he was suppressed and wanted to laugh.

Sometimes it's really not that he provokes Jing Zhuo on purpose, the man's hair explodes if he doesn't pay attention.

Jogging all the way back to the dormitory from the gym, Cheng Luo lit up the aromatherapy after washing up, and stood by the window to smoke in the faint fragrance.

Shao is a person whose emotions are all written on his face. He is cute because he doesn't know it, and he thinks others can't see it.

Maybe others can't see it, but Cheng Luo almost sees through his every move.

Emotions are stuffy under the surface, as if afraid of deep interaction with people.

A camouflage of self-preservation, quite harmless.

It's completely different from the person before...

Cheng Luo lowered his eyes and looked at the groups of college students downstairs, and the soot ash had accumulated at some point.

The door was knocked twice and pushed open a few seconds later.

Jing Zhuo was startled: "I thought you weren't here."

Cheng Luo looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"...What are you doing?" Jing Zhuo made him feel terrified, and stretched out his hand to shake in front of his eyes.

"Miss you." Cheng Luo said.

Jing Zhuo paused for a moment, and ignored him, already immune to Cheng Luo's talking about running the train.

There was a familiar aroma in the air, and it was only when he saw the aromatherapy on the table that he remembered that it was the white musk that Cheng Luo had mentioned.

It's not bad, it smells very soothing.

But it's not exactly the same as Cheng Luo's.When passing by his side, Jing Zhuo gently sucked his nose.

There is nothing to say when we stay together, and I regret that I came back early and didn't go out for a while.

Wordlessly, each of them sat on a chair to play with their phones, and Cheng Luo's phones vibrated.

"Good evening." It was a video call from Cheng Xinran. She was lying on the table, probably because she was too bored and finally remembered her brother, "What are you doing, Cheng Luo?"

"In a daze." Cheng Luo said, "Show me the cat."

"It's shitting." Cheng Xinran said.

"Then show me too." Cheng Luo insisted.

"You're not sick! She's a girl and you still have to look at the cat!" Cheng Xinran said loudly, "Is there any trace of family affection! When I call you, the first thing you say is to look at the cat!"

"...I'm sorry." Cheng Luo held up his phone and waited for a while, "Are you finished?"

Jing Zhuo couldn't help laughing beside him.

The camera shakes, and Cheng Mao finally appears in the video frame, with his big face occupying the entire screen.

"Are you well raised by me?" Cheng Xinran hugged the fat cat, and it was a little difficult to speak.

"Excellent." Cheng Luo nodded in satisfaction.

"When are you coming back?" Cheng Xinran put down the cat, "I found two horror movies, and I sincerely invite you to watch them together."

"Xiao'er, let me go." Cheng Luo sighed, "Come back next week, listen to your parents, don't be late for school and finish your homework on time, and don't run around in the middle of the night."

"I know, I know." Cheng Xinran curled her lips impatiently, and raised her legs.

"Leg down, prone to scoliosis." Cheng Luo said.

Cheng Xinran pretended not to hear: "Let me tell you, our old class has also gone on a business trip these two days, which is great."

The dormitory was quiet for a second.

"I haven't done my geography homework for three days, and no one cares if I'm late in the morning...Hey, let me tell you, I skipped class to go to the studio for self-study last night, and you have to reimburse me for the taxi..."

Cheng Luo held the phone and kept silent, lighting a piece of wax for her in his heart.

"Also! Do you still remember our head teacher? When I was called to the office yesterday, I passed by his desk. Guess what I saw?" Cheng Ran was in high spirits.

"……what?"

"A pink hairpin with cat ears!" Cheng Xinran almost shattered her phone, "Fuck me hahahahahahaha!"

It was the one he bought while taking care of the little girl's business in the night market.

Cheng Luo turned his head, watching the black lines on Jing Zhuo's face getting denser.

"That, baby..."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Cheng Xinran didn't know who was in his brother's house, "It's too flirty for my old class!"

Jing Zhuo cleared his throat.

"Huh?" Cheng Xinran stopped laughing, "Cheng Luo, someone is hiding in your room, right?"

"Yes." Cheng Luo finally turned the phone aside.

The phone went silent for an instant, with the same effect of flashing back.

Jing Zhuo twitched the corners of his mouth at the dumbfounded Cheng Xinran: "What did you say about your old lady just now?"