Misfortune comes from the mouth

Qiao Qingze felt a little unhappy when he heard He Chaji talking about Zhou Peirong in his ear all night, but before going to bed at night, he decided to leave their affairs alone for the time being.

No matter what, He Chaji will fall in love. No matter what the result is, He Chaji just feels happy now. Although Zhou Peirong doesn't seem to be a suitable partner for him, Qiao Qingze doesn't think he is a feudal parent , he felt that even if he was upset, he should watch the child find a partner by himself, instead of talking about a partner he thought was pretty good.

Only now did he feel how relieved those little girls who only regarded He Chaji as their younger brothers, it would be great if the children didn't have to fall in love.

Qiao Qingze sighed and turned off the page on the phone that displayed "Teaching You How to Get Along with Children", and threw the phone aside, while He Chaji kicked his bed underneath: "Old Qiao, why aren't you asleep yet?" ?”

Qiao Qingze turned over on the bed and closed her eyes: "I'm asleep, you go to bed early too."

"Hmm, Zhou Peirong and I fell asleep after wechat for a while." He Chaji's voice sounded quite excited, "She's so interesting... Good night, old Qiao."

Qiao Qingze frowned slightly, and reminded himself that he should be open-minded: "Well, good night."

The next day when Qiao Qingze got out of bed, He Chaji was still awake. He fell asleep holding the phone in his hand. The phone was still charging. The green light in the upper right corner was blinking, indicating that charging was complete. He frowned. , pushed He Chaji awake.

He Chaji touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, but found nothing, then licked his lips, looked at Qiao Qingze, and greeted sleepily: "Good morning, old Qiao."

"What time did you go to bed yesterday?" Qiao Qingze asked with a frown, and he tapped the phone He Chaji was holding in his hand, "How many times have I told you not to use the phone while it's charging."

His phone case was already a little hot, and He Chaji also knew that Qiao Qingze had good intentions, but he also felt a little annoyed by being reminded over and over again every day, so he threw the phone aside and rubbed his hair a little irritably: "Oh, that's enough, old Joe, can you leave it alone so early in the morning!"

Qiao Qingze stood on the bedside and frowned at him for a while, then turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up without saying a word, apparently in a bad mood, He Chaji sat on the bed for a while and began to dress, because he was a little guilty , He Chaji's movements were slow, and by the time he got dressed, Qiao Qingze had already finished washing.

He Chaji walked up to Qiao Qingze, cleared his throat and wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to say it. After he hesitated for a while, Qiao Qingze spoke before him: "I have something to do today, so I'm leaving first."

"Ah?" Before He Chaji could react, he raised his head and looked at Qiao Qingze, his expression seemed calm, He Chaji nodded, "Oh..."

"I won't come to you at noon, you and Zhou Peirong are delicious." Qiao Qingze bent down and began to change shoes, He Chaji was stuck in his stomach and couldn't speak, "Our department may have a meeting at noon. "

He Chaji stared blankly at Qiao Qingze, unable to react, Qiao Qingze put his schoolbag behind his back: "See you that night."

"Oh, see you tonight." He Chaji waved his hand, Qiao Qingze nodded to him, walked out the door, and closed the door behind him.

This was the first time that Qiao Qingze didn't wait for him to go out together. Looking at the closed door, He Chaji felt weird, but he quickly put it behind him. After all, if he stood at the door again, the first time I'm going to be late for a class.

Without Qiao Qingze reminding him of the time, He Chaji was late for class, and when he walked into the classroom, there was only a seat in the middle of the first row of the classroom, but today's is a very boring modern history, the teacher in class saw Not long after I woke up, I just graduated, and the class method is similar to that of high school. I read from the beginning to the end according to the book, and add a little ppt from time to time. Although I don’t do roll call, I often pick people up to answer questions.

As soon as He Chaji sat down, before he took out the book, he heard the teacher flip through the roster and call his name: "He Chaji, is He Chaji here?"

He Chaji stood up, felt in his schoolbag, and took out the history book. The young man on the podium put the roster on the podium, walked a few steps towards him, and put his hand on He Cha He was not allowed to open Ji's book: "Ah, it's you... well, the problem is not too difficult, as I said in the last class."

Hearing this, He Chaji knew that he should not be able to answer. He had been sleeping in the last class and didn't listen to anything. He could only stare at the teacher innocently, and the teacher also stared at him: "The British who launched the Opium War What's the root cause? Don't read the book, I'm sure you can."

"Uh...to make money?" He Chaji really didn't remember, he studied science in high school, and returned all his history to the history teacher after finishing the exam. His mind was blank, and he frowned and thought about it It took a long time to answer.

The teacher opened his mouth, with an expression of disbelief all over his face: "Why do you think so!"

He Chaji felt a little embarrassed to be said that, but he also knew that the answer he said was too ridiculous, but he really didn't know what to say, and suddenly remembered what Qiao Qingze told him before, "When you don't know what to say, Just smile."

So He Chaji showed a bright smile to the young history teacher. The history teacher felt puzzled: "Be serious, don't laugh."

"Yes!" He Chaji quickly put away his smile, pursed his lips with a serious expression, "I really don't know the answer to the teacher."

It’s all so straightforward, and there is no such thing as a standing penalty in the university. The history teacher had no choice but to wave his hand to let him sit down. The teacher walked to the podium and pushed the ppt forward several pages: "The British launch The Opium War was to open up the Chinese market..."

He said a lot, and He Chaji nodded seriously while turning the pages of the book. After the teacher finished speaking, he called He Chaji's name: "He Chaji, do you understand now?"

"Teacher, you made it very clear! I understand!" He Chaji finally turned to that page, looked at the teacher sincerely and said.

His expression was so sincere, the teacher felt that his desire to be a teacher had been greatly satisfied, so he stopped holding on to him, turned the ppt to the back, and began to talk about today's content. Putting on a serious face of listening to the class, he put the mobile phone in the desk and began to turn it over.

When he stood up just now, he felt his phone vibrated, and now he opened it to find out that Zhou Peirong sent him a WeChat message: [It's super bad luck, he actually got it! 】

He Chaji glanced at the teacher on the podium. He was telling a historical story. At this time, the teacher would be so engrossed in it that he wouldn't even look at the students around him. But after the story was told, there would be a problem. He Chaji's right thumb flew quickly across the phone screen: [He's going to smack someone again, maybe it's you]

As soon as the joy was sent out, I heard the teacher on the podium call his name: "Zhou Peirong."

He Chaji hurriedly sent Zhou Peirong a string of hahaha, and then turned to look at her. Zhou Peirong was wearing a loose shirt today, her hair was all tied up, and she looked very energetic. Her eyes met He Chaji's. When he glared at him, He Chaji made a face at him.

This teacher was not as cruel to girls as he was to He Chaji. Zhou Peirong successfully flipped through the book to answer the questions, and sat down smoothly.

【gloat!All friends! ] Zhou Peirong sent a message, and He Chaji quickly replied with a not-so-sincere apology.

Listening to lectures and chatting, one class is over soon, He Chaji has no class for the next one, and is ready to go back to catch up on sleep after unpacking his schoolbag, Zhou Peirong came to him with his schoolbag on his back: "Are you busy soon?"

"No, I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep." He Chaji pulled up his schoolbag and looked at Zhou Peirong, "What's the matter?"

"Come and help us if you have nothing to do." Zhou Peirong stretched out his hand and patted He Chaji on the shoulder, "We are really busy. We will welcome the newcomers tomorrow, but the stage hasn't been set up yet. If there are more young men, there will be one."

Zhou Peirong proposed it on her own initiative, and He Chaji of course obliged to agree, and followed her to the lecture hall. There were already many people inside, some he had seen when he went to help two days ago, and some he hadn't seen before. seen.

A girl who was talking to others saw the two of them coming in, she hurriedly ended the current topic, patted the shoulder of the person opposite her, and walked towards them. She was a bit short, but her aura was not at all. Weak, she looked He Chaji up and down: "Are you good at computers?"

He Chaji shook his head sincerely, and the girl frowned slightly: "Okay, you and Zhou Peirong go to the backstage to move things, and I will go to the computer department to find someone."

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry. Zhou Peirong explained to him while leading He Chaji backstage: "This is the president of our college. She is very busy recently."

The people present were all very busy, and they didn't have time to chat. They were all walking around quickly. There were a few people in the first row. When He Chaji passed by, he found that they were all surrounded by a computer. Zhou Peirong He glanced at it and frowned: "All the programs we have done recently are all in this computer, and I don't know what happened to it."

"...No backup?" He Chaji asked in surprise, Zhou Peirong shrugged, and walked into the backstage: "I don't know, I didn't participate."

He Chaji was stunned by the backstage. He didn't perform on stage before, so he always felt that the backstage was a very sacred place. For example, the people who were about to go on stage changed their clothes and recited their lines here. But now the The ground is full of balloons, and there are many uninflated balloons on the side, and some messy banners and ribbons. There is a big toolbox in the corner, and there are even scaffolding.

"What am I going to do now?" Seeing so many things, He Chaji was at a loss for what to do, but Zhou Peirong was used to it. She stepped over a few balloons carefully, and shook the scaffolding with her hand, looking The scaffolding, which had no problems at all, was smashed to the ground by her, and several balloons were blown by the way.

"Ou...very good, scaffolding can't be used." Zhou Peirong sighed, tilted her head and shrugged towards He Chaji, "It seems that I can only climb the table, He Chaji, do you have a fear of heights?"

"No." He Chaji looked at the table and chairs in the corner, feeling that they didn't look very safe.

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