The bully thought he was wearing a book

Yi Huai looked at Qi Hangzhi hesitantly, and asked him, "Will you take it?"

Qi Hang nodded straight: "Go ahead."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to panic at all, Yi Huai calmed down a little, turned on the hands-free and leaned over to call out "Teacher Wen".

Wen He discovered that Yi Huaiqiao's late self-study was purely accidental. She answered a phone call from the Chinese teacher in the same group at night. The other party wanted to learn from her the mid-term review plan for leading the flight. Wait a minute, I'll write it in a notepad, and I'll take a picture and send it to you later."

She put down her phone and looked for it for a long time, only to find that she had left the notepad in the office.

If it was normal, Wen He would take care of this matter the next day, but recently she is also worried about the flow management of the pilot flight after the midterm exam. Unable to hang on, and the atmosphere in the class during this time was obviously not right, there was a suppressed undercurrent surging, she thought about it, and decided to go to school, take a notepad and stop by to watch the evening self-study.

Who would have thought that this would cause a problem. There were about forty people in the class. When she stood by the window, she could see who was there and who was not. What's more, Yi Huai was her main focus.

Wen He found Yi Huai's seat was empty in a second, then she looked back and was shocked to see that Qi Hangzhi's seat was also empty.

However, Wen He still had fantasies about his favorite student, thinking that Qi Hang would not be absent from class for no reason, and there was a high probability that it would be a competition or a student meeting would come to him for something.

So she went along with it, and called Yi Huai first after sitting down in the office.

Yi Huai didn't answer the phone very quickly, Wen He leaned on the chair, stared at the gleaming basketball trophy in the closet, and asked calmly, "Where are you?"

"I'm here..." Yi Huai's tone was a little erratic. He definitely couldn't say that he was in an Internet cafe, and he couldn't rush back immediately when he said that he was talking about the dormitory.

Wen He was taken aback: "Hotel? What are you doing in the hotel?"

Yi Huai bit the bullet and said nonsense: "...I opened a room to sleep. The dormitory has been leaking for the past few days, and the faucet is ticking every day. I have suffered from insomnia for several days, and I want to catch up on sleep."

When Wen He was half-doubting, he suddenly heard a voice from Yi Huai: "Fuck! How can you deliver better than takeaway, what a fart you don't have that skill!"

Yi Huai froze. He slowly looked at the elder brother who was passionately cursing in the front row, but the other party didn't notice, and continued to speak fragrantly: "I'll go to you, I'm a foodie and I like to pretend, and I run slowly , I can overtake you several times by shaking a wheelchair!"

Wen He didn't poke him, but asked slowly: "Yi Huai, the hotel is so noisy, can you sleep?"

"This, this sound is because I didn't fall asleep just now, so I played a game video to watch. No, I didn't expect this anchor to be quite capable of swearing." Yi Huai stammered.

Wen He has been the class teacher for so many years, and there are many ways to make the students mess up. She looked away from the trophy and asked again: "Really?"

"Teacher really, I'm trying to sleep." Yi Huai covered the phone, trying to prevent the sound from the Internet cafe from being transmitted to the phone as much as possible.

Seeing that he couldn't stop making up, Wen He coughed and planned to get to the point: "What should I do, I don't quite believe it."

"You don't, don't believe it," Yi Huai swallowed, looked at Qi Hangzhi beside him, and didn't know if his brain was twitching, so he opened his mouth and said, "If you don't believe me, ask Qi Hangzhi, he told me Together."

Wen He thought he heard it wrong, so he raised his voice and asked, "Qi Hang has been sleeping with you in the hotel?"

Yi Huai felt that the world seemed to stand still at this moment, and he regretted turning on the hands-free just now.

The number of the call time jumped for another two seconds, and the phone was hung up abruptly.

Immediately, Qi Hangzhi's phone vibrated.

Yi Huai stared at Qi Hang for a while without a word, and Qi Hang picked up his phone and went out.

Looking at the back of the other party, Yi Huai began to wonder if he shouldn't have brought Qi Hang straight out today.

He was not in the mood to play games, so he sat motionless on the chair, with his spine straight and leaning against the backrest, his head drooping like a desperate quail.

While Yi Quail was waiting for Qi Hang to go straight, a man in his forties came by next to him. He looked at a man who seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. The single-packaged alcohol wipes came out, and they wiped the keyboard, mouse, desktop, chair, and the floor under their feet one by one.

After wiping, the man turned on the computer and adjusted the resolution and everything else that could be adjusted.

In order to relieve his anxiety, Yi Huai insisted on watching this messy process.

The turtle-haired man took about ten minutes to complete the preparations, sat down with satisfaction, and just opened the game, a woman about his age ran in outside the door, and precisely grabbed his ear: "Not at home to take care of the children Come out to play games again!"

The administrator didn't dare to take care of the woman's fierce face, so he just stayed at the door and watched the excitement.

When the turtle-haired man was taken away by his wife, Qi Hang came back straight away.

Yi Huai couldn't help laughing when he saw the expressions on the turtle-haired man and his wife, but when Qi Hang looked straight at him, he quickly straightened the corners of his mouth.

After all, he was the one who dragged the squad leader into the water.

When Qi Hang sat down, Yi Huai asked dog-leggedly: "The head teacher didn't mention you, did he?"

Wen He's phone call seemed to have some magical effect, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere between the two people, and they returned to the previous mode of getting along.

"Say it." Qi Hang put the phone directly on the table.

Yi Huai suddenly became nervous: "Huh? What did she say?"

Qi Hang thought about it for a while, and wrote lightly: "Say I shouldn't mess around with you."

Yi Huai felt that this should be the other party's beautified statement, and if Wen He wanted to say it, he must be saying that he had corrupted Qi Hang.

After all, if every teacher in Fifth Middle School knew what happened today, they would think so.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Yi Huai apologized sincerely.

Qi Hang raised his eyes and looked at him: "I'm sorry for what?"

Yi Huai said honestly: "I shouldn't say that you slept with me in the hotel to ruin your reputation."

He originally intended to refer to Qi Hangzhi's good impression in Wen He's heart, but Qi Hangzhi raised his eyebrows and leaned on the table to approach him: "How did you ruin my reputation?"

The low breath reached his ears, and Yi Huai curled his fingers subconsciously.

He understood what Qi Hangzhi meant, and defended himself blushingly: "I didn't mean that."

"I am." Qi Hang said directly.

Yi Huai was stunned: "Huh?"

Qi Hang's straight lips moved closer to Yi Huai's ears, and between opening and closing, an ambiguous breath brushed over the little red mole: "I am stingy, if my reputation is ruined, I have to sit Impossible."