An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

Chapter 27

I don't know how many times it was standing in the office, Zhen Qingning's face was ashen, listening to the class teacher sighing while grading the papers, while opening the drawer to take the paper for writing the review.

On the phone, my mother kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, teacher, I will definitely educate her on Sunday! Now I have learned to skip classes, so you can punish her!"

Zhen Qingning blinked, there seemed to be a hawthorn in her mouth, and it was sour even if she sucked it.

The head teacher didn't answer, Zhen Qingning called softly: "Mom..."

"Shut up!" Zhen's mother was angry: "I said why you don't want to go home and live in the dormitory, just to escape evening self-study?!"

Not really.

Obviously, if I go home and live, I can skip the evening self-study directly, but I just...

But is it because of that that no one lives in the dormitory?

Zhen Qingning listened to her mother's scolding, but didn't say a word.

The head teacher looked at the answers on the computer screen, sighed, and muttered in a low voice: "This kind of sub-question is also wrong...don't let me find out that it's my student."

Zhen Qingning glanced at it unconsciously. Looking at the familiar handwriting, she was even more suffocated.

Isn't this my paper?

This……

After a long time, Zhen Qingning, who was scolded bloody by her mother, finally returned the mobile phone to the head teacher, took the paper from the head teacher to write the self-criticism, and listened to the head teacher's education: "You can't be obedient. Is it? It's almost the third year of high school, and you still don't take anything seriously... Tell me, is this suitable for you?"

Zhen Qingning bowed her head respectfully: "It's not appropriate."

"You also know it's inappropriate! Tell me, how much you worry others like this. If something happens, whose responsibility is it? What do you let those who worry about you do?"

Zhen Qingning looked at the angry expression of the class teacher who had always been expressionless, and knew that what she did was wrong, so she obediently admitted her mistake: "It won't happen in the future."

"Which time did you ask for leave and I didn't let you go? Last time you said that you wanted to ask for leave to go out to drink milk tea, and I approved it for you. If you want to go out, you can come to me, but if you have already gone out, tell me again. No way!"

"it is good."

"Look, you're not here, Qiu Nianming is also anxious, and they came here specifically to ask me why you're not here. You don't even think about how anxious she must be during the two classes you're not in?"

"..." Zhen Qingning paused, remembering Qiu Nianming's inexplicable anger when she first came back, and Qiu Nianming's silence just now.

So she didn't speak just now because she was worried about herself, so she came to ask the head teacher.When she asked herself, she refused to show weakness because of face?

The teacher in charge was very angry, and the more he talked, the more he felt that Zhen Qingning was not learning well by pushing his nose and face.He glanced at Zhen Qingning angrily, and then...

Are you still laughing? !

The head teacher was outraged.

Zhen Qingning realized that the head teacher was looking at her, and tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips.

It's too late.

The teacher in charge patted the table: "Hurry up and write your self-criticism! Not only did you skip class, but you also lost sight of your teacher?!"

Zhen Qingning tried to explain: "No."

"Not what? What did I say so funny?"

"..." Zhen Qingning was speechless: "There's nothing funny about it." I'm just...a little flustered.

"Then why are you laughing?" The class teacher waited for Zhen Qingning's sophistry with a cold face.

"I..." Zhen Qingning paused, hesitating for a moment between telling the truth and being silent.

To be honest, it's not very good, it's inappropriate for me to laugh like this because Qiu Nianming cares about me... What do you mean by saying it.

What to say?

The head teacher was still looking at him intently, with a face full of "I see how you quibble."

Zhen Qingning tentatively said, "I...I can't use my brain...you know."

"If I believed you, I'd be out of my mind!" The homeroom teacher slapped the table, feeling that his heart was failing, and he yelled, "Hurry up! [-]-word self-criticism! Give it to me next Monday! If not, add another [-] words!"

Zhen Qingning slowly exited the office, and after closing the office door, she couldn't help laughing.

Although...but...and...

Zhen Qingning took the paper back in a daze, and only remembered to restrain her expression when she reached the door of the class.

Don't be too frightened, otherwise Qiu Nianming can see at a glance how much she can control his emotions.

You don't have to frown, but you can't smile either, right?

Zhen Qingning made two laps at the door, put back the smile on her face, and walked back as expressionlessly as possible.

Qiu Nianming was a little apprehensive, afraid that Zhen Qingning would be angry.

But Zhen Qingning came over, stood still before sitting down, and took a deep look at herself.

— Laughing like a fool.

Qiu Nianming didn't know what was wrong with her, but he couldn't help laughing just looking at her.

After the evening self-study get out of class, Qiu Nianming packed up his things, and planned to do the paper for a while when he got back, so as to make up for the time he wasted in the previous two sessions.

Zhen Qingning took out her bag and put it on her shoulders, looked at Qiu Nianming who was still packing, and asked tentatively, "Shall we go back together?"

Qiu Nianming made a decisive decision and randomly folded the papers together: "Go back."

Another night of staying up late to write a review.

Zhen Qingning opened her bed curtain early in the morning, planning to go to the bathroom.Just as he put his feet in the slippers, Qiu Nianming's bed curtain opposite him was pulled open.

With the moonlight coming in from the window, Zhen Qingning looked at Qiu Nianming's smooth forehead and the light shadow beside the bridge of the nose, feeling like she had a cat in her heart.

Qiu Nianming seemed to have seen her too, and raised his head and smiled at her.

Zhen Qingning felt as if her heart had been slapped by a kitten with a meat pad, it didn't hurt, and there was a soft ripple.

Spring seems to be coming back.

When Zhen Qingning came out of the toilet, Qiu Nianming was still sitting outside, bending one leg and scratching gently.

Qiu Nianming's pajamas in summer are white lace skirts, and now one leg is on the ground and the other is on the bed, tender and slender, especially eye-catching in the dark.

Zhen Qingning listened to the sound of Qiu Nianming's nails scratching her skin in the silence, and paused for a moment to ask, before Qiu Nianming opened his mouth and said softly, "Mosquitoes have bitten several bags."

"..." Zhen Qingning turned around and went to her bed to look around, found toilet water, and handed it to Qiu Nianming: "You wipe it on."

Qiu Nianming looked at Zhen Qingning who was wearing a vest and shorts, straightened her legs a little, and said in a low voice, "Look."

The dormitory was quiet, the head of the dormitory was already asleep, and the sound of long and comfortable breathing came from the bed.The moonlight outside the window penetrated strongly through the blue curtains, and a sheet of frost fell on the feet.In Zhen Qingning's bed, the light for writing the review was left unturned, and it looked like a small yellow ball behind the thick black bed curtain.There was no light in the bedroom.

Zhen Qingning went through the current scene in her mind, and slowly moved her gaze from Qiu Nianming's legs to her face.

Forget it, Qiu Nianming has it in his eyes.

In Qiu Nianming's eyes, there is still a self who is standing in a daze and bewildered.

Zhen Qingning felt that her mouth was a little dry.

Qiu Nianming scratched the mosquito bag on his leg again, making a slight rustling sound.

Like a cat, showing its soft nails, and gently hooking your hand.It's obviously such a sharp claw, but when it hits you, it only leaves a gray mark.

It tickles people's hearts.

Qiu Nianming is still covered with a thick mattress, and it feels soft to sit on.There was a person sitting beside him, and the temperature came over, making Zhen Qingning's ears warm from the steam.

There is also an indescribable smell, I don't know if it is shower gel, shampoo or body lotion, it has a warm fragrance, and the smell of toilet water is so strong that I can't suppress it.

It's hard to tell whether it's the toilet water or what, but Zhen Qingning only feels that her hands are slippery.

Qiu Nianming looked down at Zhen Qingning's hand on his lap, smelled the scent of toilet water in the air, and slowly moved closer to Zhen Qingning's side.

Zhen Qingning didn't squint.

Qiu Nianming's eyes were burning.

What are you doing? !

Zhen Qingning felt that she couldn't hold back anymore.

This is not right.

From the moment I opened the bed curtain, something was wrong.

Qiu Nianming asked in a daze, why are you also unconscious?

What do you think about her? Do you have no idea?

How dare you promise?

The little angel stomped on the big tree that was growing wildly, and scolded the little black devil: "You're out of your mind!"

The little devil laughed bitterly: "What did you do then? Aren't you also in a heartbeat?"

The little angel was speechless, and was pushed down by the devil: "Don't take it as an afterthought."

Qiu Nianming lay on Zhen Qingning's shoulder, breathing lightly on Zhen Qingning's neck.

Not anymore.

Zhen Qingning withdrew her hand and stood up with a bang.

Qiu Nianming retracted his legs, curious: "Are your ears red?"

Are your ears red?

Are your ears red?

Are your ears red?

The moonlight is getting brighter and brighter, like a lamp, it also shines a white light in Zhen Qingning's mind through the curtains and bed curtains.Those words kept circling, and Zhen Qingning became more and more sober.

How can this sleep!

Zhen Qingning uncontrollably kicked a carp, and grabbed two handfuls of hair in frustration and embarrassment.

Ah!

The next day, Zhen Qingning looked desolate with two dark circles under her eyes that were about to fall to the ground, and Qiu Nianming next to her was wearing a long white dress, looking refreshed and sweet.

"There are no plowed fields, only exhausted cows." Xu Yunge from behind looked at the two people with completely different mental outlooks in front, and sighed: "We have wronged our father Ning."

Ding Jiangting looked at it for a while, trying to keep up with Xu Yunge's brain circuit, wondering: "Did you stand upside down?"

Xu Yunge thought for a while, then groaned, and fell into Ding Jiangting's arms: "It's reversed."

Early in the morning, Zhen Qingning got goosebumps from Xu Yunge's humming.She turned around and thumped Xu Yunge's table: "Shut up."

"You have a partner, you are right." Xu Yunge shut up obediently.

Zhen Qingning was dizzy and drowsy all day long.

She was about to fall asleep in the morning, but Qiu Nianming suddenly stood up for no reason, and the veil on the skirt fell softly on Zhen Qingning's arm.

Are your ears red?

Zhen Qingning remembered again, and she woke up instantly.

Qiu Nianming sat down again, looked at Zhen Qingning who was sitting up straight, and smiled softly at her: "What's wrong?"

nothing……

Zhen Qingning didn't speak, just rubbed her eyes and got down again.

Qiu Nianming moved closer, and his soft chest was pressed against her back.

She said, "Why are your ears red again?"

I don't know how many days it will be until the beginning of summer, so Zhen Qingning thinks seriously about the feasibility of buying an earmuff.

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The author has something to say:

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In fact, I plan to post candy in this chapter, but I don't know how to write it.

I personally like this kind of ambiguous sweetness very much, but I am afraid that you will not like it.

So I would like to ask here, do you want to see this kind of ambiguous sweetness, or the sweetness that you will know in the future (know it in your heart but don't say it), or the sweetness that you know well?

Confession should wait until very late.

In fact, I wrote a very detailed outline and figured out the character design, but I am really useless.Probably not well written.I'm really sorry.

Novice digging pits, the rhythm is a bit out of order.

I talked about this with my friends two days ago. I was very sad. I don’t know why there is a process of growing up. Why can’t I be very mature in the first book (in fact, the first book in the real sense is worse than this.)

I like this story very much, and I am afraid that I can't write it well.I am also afraid that because of my poor writing, you will have a bad impression of the people in the story.

That's it.

Thanks for being here.

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