MTL - The Old Enemy is White Moonlight-Chapter 4 faint

The test papers are not particularly difficult, but some questions are very annoying and need to be calculated back and forth.

There are still two big questions, Bian Qian raised his head and moved his neck.

This class seems to have a smaller space, with a map pasted on the side of the podium.

There is also a small book corner, the bookshelves are full of tutorial books, and there are many unpublished materials and a few globes piled up on the ground.

It's a bit like the layout of her junior high school class.

It suddenly occurred to me that one afternoon, it was raining heavily that day, and when Bian Qian arrived, the class was about to start, and the students were all sitting in their seats, and the classroom was very quiet, as if everyone was not panting.

Her desk was in a mess, the textbooks were torn and thrown on the floor, and there were many wet shoe prints.

The schoolbag and pencil case were also opened, and the fountain pens and tissues inside were lying on the corners of the table and on the bench.

Because this kind of thing happened many times, the teacher came in to give a lecture and thought she was meddling, and sternly shouted:

"Sit still after class! If you don't want to listen, stand behind!"

There was no sound in the classroom, but she heard the sharp abuse from those people from the torn books.

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

The female teacher invigilating the exam leaned down and asked her warmly.

Bian Qian came back to his senses, and said softly:

"It's okay, I'll just check what time it is."

Glancing at the wall clock, it was only 7:30, and there was still more than an hour.

After writing the two big questions, she checked it again. When she handed in the paper, the examination room was still empty.

It was already dark, and there were not many street lights here, so it was quite dark.

Wen Qi didn't know when he came out. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs talking to a teacher in sportswear. The lights from the teaching building shone on them.

The evening air is a little humid.

"Hey, Bian Qian, have you finished the exam?"

A familiar voice sounded at the stairs, Bian Qian turned his head, and it was Xu Qiushan who came over with a dozen test papers in his arms.

Bian Qian said: "The exam is over."

Xu Qiushan hugged a dozen test papers and said, "It's just for your math teacher to carry these papers to the class. I'll go back to the office to get something."

Bian Qian took over and said:

"it is good."

"Next time, don't hand in the paper early!"

"OK."

Old Xu's back quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Bian Qian looked outside the building.

The shadows of those two people were drawn very long.

She picked up her phone and wanted to send a message to say goodbye, but after finding Wen Qi in the class, she realized that the two of them hadn't become friends yet.

Wen Qi's profile picture is a two-dimensional picture, which shows a girl sitting by the door, the moonlight shines on the corridor, the atmosphere is well created, but looking at the image in this picture, I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity , She couldn't remember why no matter how much she recalled, she simply stopped watching and clicked exit.

Bian Qian changed the words in the friend application to "I'm leaving first" and sent it.

The representative of the Chinese class was still looking for someone to write poems silently on the podium. When he saw Bian Qian entering the class holding the test paper, he asked friendlyly:

"Do you need help?"

"Thank you, you post to the left, and I post to the right."

Back in the seat, Su Yitong was lying on the table like a mentally handicapped child, scratching at the writing with both hands, as if wanting to write down all the knowledge in it, and patted it into his head while muttering:

"Ba la la energy, give me wisdom, let me have a flexible head like Archimedes!"

Bian Qian quietly leaned behind her ear and lowered his voice:

"Gunara Black..."

"Fuck!"

The mentally handicapped child almost jumped up from the stool. When he turned around and saw the person coming, he shouted aggrievedly:

"Hey, I scared people to death."

While laughing at Su Yitong, Bian Qian pulled out the bench and sat down.

Evening self-study teachers seldom give lectures. They usually do their homework and read books by themselves, and ask questions on the podium if they have any questions.

The first monthly exam is probably coming soon, and I may have to catch up with the progress recently. More and more test papers are being distributed, and the teachers of various subjects are taking advantage of the evening self-study time to explain the test papers.

The math teacher is Kong Shangwen. He is a little fat, with long eyebrows, and has a fairy-like taste.

"Dear students, have you written all the test papers yet?"

"too difficult!"

Kong Lingwen said:

"Then let's talk about the questions assigned in the last class first, and then talk about this paper!"

There was a sound of flipping books under the stage.

She glanced at the topic, marked the ones that needed to be listened to, and took out a set of unit volumes from the book box to start writing.

This corner of the last row is as isolated from the world.

Very safe.

After speaking for most of the class, Bian Qian vaguely heard a sentence from the podium:

"The last question is very interesting. Let me pick a classmate to answer."

There is a small wooden box on the multimedia platform, which contains folded small pieces of paper, and each piece of paper corresponds to a student's name.

Kong Lingwen opened the paper, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Wen Qi."

Bian Qian raised her head subconsciously following the crowd.

Meng Xun at the same table raised his hand and said:

"She was called away by a teacher and hasn't come back yet."

"Well, let's change it..."

The man's place was empty, but the books were neatly placed.

She paused, looked away, and continued to study the topic.

"Squad leader, how do you write this question?"

Bian Qian took the note from Su Yitong, opened it and saw a math problem, lowered her head and wrote her thoughts, and handed it back.

After a while, the note was passed on again.

"Squad leader, did you eat in the cafeteria today?"

"Outside."

"Then I must try the stewed potatoes with strawberries on the first floor some other day. It's so sour and delicious!"

"Did it start today?"

"Just this week, I don't know very well."

"Snapped."

Before Bian Qian started to return, she was startled by the sound of clapping books from above.

Kong Lingwen held his glasses frame with one hand, and leaned on the edge of the podium with the other hand. Obviously excited by the lecture, he stared at them with piercing eyes:

"The two students in the back, what kind of information are you conveying, let us listen to it too, huh?"

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

"Then you guys go to stand in the corridor for 5 minutes to communicate face to face, and come back later by yourself."

outside the class.

Bian Qian took out two big white rabbit toffees from his pocket, held them in his mouth one by one, and thought about life.

"Squad leader, why do you always eat sugar?"

"Because it's sweet."

Su Yitong nodded, squatted by the teacher's window and sighed:

"Confucius is a cruel man."

Bian Qian squatted in a row with her and said:

"I'm afraid of ghosts, but they haven't hurt me a bit."

5 minutes is not long, and it will pass in a while.

Bian Qian glanced at his watch, very good, there are still 4 minutes.

Teacher Liu, the head teacher of the class next door, suddenly approached from the other end of the corridor, went straight to the back door, tiptoed to stare through the glass window, and immediately pushed the door aggressively to enter.

The teacher's mobile phone is connected to the surveillance video of the class, so he should have come to take a look out of the blue right now, and happened to catch an unlucky ghost.

In a blink of an eye, a boy was pulled out, and the teacher used the mobile phone he had just collected in his hand to slap the student's head and said:

"Still playing and playing! Your parents brought you to school just to let you play with your mobile phone in class!"

"I'll just open it and have a look..."

Hearing the student's voice, Bian Qian remembered that it was the boy who was arrested once yesterday afternoon.

As soon as Teacher Liu heard this, he was furious:

"Just read, what to read, why don't you read more of your own books! Are you throwing it yourself or should I throw it for you?"

The back door of the classroom has not yet been closed, and the students are a little bit overwhelmed by the bear at the moment, shouting: "Why did you throw my phone!"

Teacher: "Why should I drop your phone? Just because I am your head teacher!"

Boy: "Then why did you slam me when you found out that no one else slammed you! You only favor those good students! It's not fair at all!"

Teacher: "When did I only favor good students? Look at yourself now, do you have an attitude of admitting your mistakes!"

The two of them were arguing in full swing, and the corners of the boy's eyes were a little red.

Bian Qian frowned suddenly.

She noticed that one of the boy's hands was clenched into a fist, and the other hand was pressed against the pocket of his trousers, trembling a little.

Judging from the protruding shape of the trouser pocket, there is a rectangular object inside, with a slight curvature on the top.

like a knife.

Bian Qian didn't even turn his head, just closed his eyes and lay down on the ground.

Su Yitong caught the person who fell suddenly, and was terrified: "I'll go to the monitor, what's wrong with you! Don't scare me!"

"It's okay, call... Teacher..."

"well!"

The girl shouted: "Teacher! Come quickly! The monitor has fainted!"

In the school infirmary, Confucius and the head teacher of the next class stood beside the small bed.

Sitting on the bed, Bian Qian said heartlessly, "Doctor, I've been under a lot of pressure recently. Teacher, it has nothing to do with being punished. Really, don't blame yourself."

"You child!"

Kong Lingwen glared at her, and hurriedly asked the female doctor:

"It's all right!"

"It should be caused by overwork, and the inspection results did not find any major problems. Don't stay up late recently, relax your mind, exercise more, and pay attention to yourself."

Bian Qian nodded immediately and said: "Okay, teacher, you can go back, there is still class, I will just rest for a while!"

After all kinds of persuasion, the school doctor's room finally returned to calm.

After taking the medicine, the doctor said to her:

"I'll go downstairs and take a look. If you need anything, just call the number on the door."

"Row."

Now she was alone in the room.

I forgot to put the book in my pocket, it was kind of boring.

The environment of the school doctor's office is quite good, and the first floor is where the pharmacy and medical treatment are located. The design of the second floor is somewhat similar to that of a hospital ward. There are three beds in one room. If IV drips are needed, they will be administered here and you can rest.

There is a TV on the opposite wall, and the remote is on a small table by the window.

Bian Qian opened it and looked at it for a while, it was full of news.

I can't sleep right now, if I sleep 80%, I won't be able to wake up until noon tomorrow.

She closed her eyes, thinking:

Just squint for a while, take a nap, close your eyes and rest your mind.

Eyelids feel sore.

My mind is turning more and more slowly:

Strawberry Potato Stew…

Raspberry Potato Stew…

Stewed Potatoes…

bean…

"Chichuan returns to defense!"

"Here we come!"

The evening training was coming to an end, and the basketball court was still playing, and several coaches stood beside them, smiling.

"These kids are really nice."

"Miss Li, are you now reminiscing about your childhood?"

"Hey, I said Wang Aiguo, why are you so good at talking!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Wen Qi went to the seat by the court to drink water after taking a break. The phone rang several times in a row. She took a moment to glance at it. It was a message from the class group called "Wild Ultraman Gathering Place".

"The squad leader fainted! Fuck! Fainted!"

"I was so close just now, the Great God's face turned pale!"

"Stop spreading rumors, the school doctor is so reliable, the monitor will definitely be fine"

Wang Aiguo was fighting with the old man beside him, and suddenly saw his beloved student running over:

"Teacher, I have something to do. Can I go first?"

"Okay, be careful not to fall!"

When Wen Qi arrived, it was already 9:58.

The doctor is packing up.

The female doctor downstairs is often in contact with the sports department, so I knew her, and when I saw someone, I asked familiarly:

"It's after school, come to get the medicine?"

Wen Qi asked: "The girl who came to the evening self-study is my classmate, has she left?"

"It's your classmate! Then I won't go up to call her. Just go together at night. I'll give you the key."

"it is good."

"Just put it on the window sill next to the door when you're done using it."

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The hallway lights were old and not very bright, which made the light of the house from the small window all the more alluring.

The door was gently closed, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

She found a closer chair to sit on.

There seems to be a shallow breath around, like a mist overflowing with water vapor, sticking to the surface of the skin as if invisible, and seeping into the hot chest cavity through the exhalation duct.

The person on the bed slept soundly, the broken hair in front of the forehead scattered to both sides, the cheeks that lined the face became more pale, the eyelashes cast a shadow, and there was a little powder at the end of the eyes, making people want to look closer Clearer.

There is a small clock on the cabinet next to it, and now I can clearly hear the sound of the second hand moving.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The last time we met was two years ago.

Wen Qi focused on drawing the outline of the person in front of him with his gaze.

It was very quiet in the ward, which made her want to calm down her restless heartbeat, so as not to disturb the sleeping people.

The person beside the bed bent down greedily, and leaned close to the small white neck and small earlobes exposed by the collar.

This is her desire.

But these are of course far from enough.

She intends to put a long line to catch big fish.

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