The bully thought he was wearing a book

How could Qi Hang not be able to see what Yi Huai was planning? He deliberately didn't push the boat as Yi Huai expected, because he wanted to see the boy be at a loss but still bite the bullet and hold on.

After Yi Huai heard Qi Hangzhi's answer, he was stunned for three seconds. Liao Zhengyi lamented in his heart that Qi Gou could eat people to death without making a show of his face, and at the same time explained to Yi Huai Liao Wei: "Qi Gou, stop teasing him, don't you still have spare sheets?"

Qi Hang's eyes slid past Yi Huai's sluggish expression, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, turned around and went to get the sheets from the cabinet, after taking them out, seeing that Yi Huai was still standing stupidly at the door, he raised his chin at him: "Don't go back to sleep , want to help me make the bed?"

Yi Huai realized that he didn't care about himself anymore, and quickly said: "Hui Hui Hui, I will return now."

When Yi Huai woke up in the afternoon, the sheets had already been dried, and there was still a faint residual heat on them. He took them out, shook them out, folded them, put them on his arms, and went to Qi Hangzhi's bedroom.

At this time, there were people coming and going in the corridor of the dormitory building. He walked on the road and felt that many people were looking at him.

Yi Huai didn't want to draw their attention, lest the BBS post be updated endlessly, so he quickly knocked on Qi Hangzhi's door, quickly shoved the bed sheet into the other's arms, and muttered "Done", Then he ran away.

Qi Hang looked directly at his back and raised his eyebrows, Liao Zhengyi came over, lifted the sheet and smelled it: "Why does this laundry detergent smell so sweet, it's the same as that used for children."

"He's just a kid." Qi Hang glanced straight at Liao Zhengyi, and pulled the sheet out of his hand lightly.

After Yi Huai completed the task of delivering bed sheets directly to Qi Hang, he felt much more at ease. He was walking on the way to the teaching area when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by a person: "Yi Huai!"

Yi Huai turned his head and saw that it was Cheng Ke.

"Hey, Yi Huai, do you know that your value has doubled now, and when I went out, I heard two people in the dormitory next door discussing whether our basketball MVP is you or the monitor." Cheng Ke said.

Yi Huai said unhappily: "Yes, to be compared with Qi Hangzhi, my worth has doubled."

"By the way, didn't you ask you to take a photo of the monitor's abs this morning? Did you get it?" Cheng Ke asked expectantly.

Yi Huai's series of encounters today were all caused by this photo of the abdominal muscles. As soon as his ears touched these three words, his hair would explode: "What kind of photos are you taking? If you like abdominal muscles so much, you can go back and practice on your own."

Cheng Ke really started discussing with him: "Then how do you say the squad leader's abdominal muscles are trained, sit-ups?"

Yi Huai listened to Qi Hangzhi's three words, and said a little irritably, "Sit-ups are not allowed."

"Why not? Aren't sit-ups just for abdominal training?" Cheng Ke asked.

Yi Huai said eloquently: "You have been in bed for 17 years, and if you don't count sitting up and falling back, then there must be more than 6000 sit-ups. Have you developed your abdominal muscles yet?"

After a pause, he muttered a little sourly, "Abs are useful for farts."

"Handsome, look at Squad Leader Qi, how many girls want to see his abs." Cheng Ke said.

"No, then you have to find a chance to be handsome. You can't pass a crossroad. If a girl asks you for directions, you brush off your clothes and point to your eight-pack abs. Girl, you Look, we are here now, you will see the bus stop after walking two more intersections, you are not a hooligan, wait for the patrolling police uncle on the street to catch you."

Yi Huai gave full play to his [-]-dan level of mouth, and entered the classroom with Cheng Ke rambling, until his deskmate was choked speechless, and then sat down on the chair with a "boom" like a winner .

The afternoon sun came in through the curtains, he lazily raised his long legs, stepped on the pedals of the desk, then lay down on the desk, and asked Cheng Ke, "What's the first class?"

Cheng Ke looked at the class schedule written directly by Qi Hang on the blackboard: "Chinese."

Yi Huai said "oh": "I dozed off for a while, call me soon after class."

After Cheng Ke agreed, Yi Huai buried his head in his arms with confidence.

After a while, there was a sudden commotion in the left rear of the classroom by the window. Cheng Ke turned his head and saw Liao Zhengyi who came in at some time, playing with some boys, and a large screaming chicken toy was being thrown around by them. Go, spin and jump in the classroom, being pinched and screaming from time to time.

Cheng Ke looked at it with interest for a while, and forgot to watch the time to wake up Yi Huai. Unexpectedly, the screaming chicken was thrown crookedly after flying for a while, and threw it directly at Yi Huai. With a quick "hey", he stretched out his hand and pushed Yi Huai's elbow.

Yi Huai was in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a mass of yellow and unidentified objects flying towards him. He reacted quickly and subconsciously grabbed it. At this time, the class bell rang, and Wen He walked in from the door of the classroom.

"Put it away!" Cheng Ke reminded Yi Huai softly.

Only then did Yi Huai see clearly that it was a screaming chicken in his hand, and quickly retracted his hand under the table.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that he would make the chicken crow out in class.

Wen He was talking about the composition questions in the monthly examination paper last time. She first sent out the excellent composition printed by the grade group for everyone to read, and marked the well-written parts.

Cheng Ke took the printing paper handed over by the person in the front row, gave Yi Huai a piece of paper, and then passed it on, saying, "The first one is from the monitor, it's amazing."

Yi Huai was not surprised at all, he curled his lips and said: "How could it not be him, it must be him, otherwise it will collapse, and the author of the collapse will be scolded, to be honest, don't you think this kind of Does the Almighty Scholar have a little leave?"

Cheng Ke didn't understand the whole series of words he said: "What kind of collapse is it?"

Yi Huai felt that he couldn't explain clearly to him, so he didn't continue, and casually flipped through Qi Hangzhi's composition.

Several colors of highlighters were placed on Cheng Ke's table, making Qi Hangzhi's composition look like a big face. He pointed to an ancient poem quoted in one of them and asked Yi Huai, "Hey, is this written by Xin Qiji?"

"You don't care what day of the week he wrote it." Yi Huai said.

Cheng Ke knew it was unreliable to ask Yi Huai, and was about to ask the people in the back row, when Wen He suddenly called Yi Huai's name: "Yi Huai, it's not good to see Fan Wen, what are you talking about at the same table?"

In fact, this time it was Cheng Ke who spoke to Yi Huai first. He was about to raise his hand to tell the head teacher, but Yi Huai answered first: "I'm reading the ancient poems quoted in the composition of the class leader."

Yi Huai didn't care about these things. He was used to being trained by his teacher before, and it didn't matter if he blamed more or less.

Because Yi Huai won the competition, Wen He was very tolerant to him today: "You are looking at the ancient poems quoted, are you? Did you also quote ancient poems in your composition?"

While talking, she walked up to Yi Huai, and Yi Huai stuffed his hand into the table hole, Wen He sensed something was wrong: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Before Yi Huai could speak, the Screaming Chicken answered Wen He's question with a terrible scream.

The author says:

two shifts