As if hearing Zhong Shunde's gritted teeth, Old B changed his words and persuaded in a fake way: "Oh, but don't be discouraged, you see that the time we spend is getting longer and longer." Therefore, don't just look at your own shortcomings, but also look at your strengths, you can still do it. ”

After finishing the sentence, he added a sentence that was still meaningful, "Young man, don't be discouraged! ”

Zhong Shunde was not discouraged,

Because

He's angry!

After getting along for the past few days, he knows the virtue of Lao B, and he can imagine with his eyes closed that Old B is shaking his head on the other side of the computer. That kind of snort, it makes people want to shake him twice every minute.

Zhong Shunde has always been strict and serious, but in front of Lao B, he almost wanted to break through.

Now that he heard that he still had the meaning to say more, Zhong Shunde interrupted him without thinking about it, and the bloody and painful experience in the past few days told him a valuable lesson not to let Lao B speak.

"The task is coming, Xiao Li, you take the people in your group, go to repair and inspect the system, check which piece is wrong, and report it to the technical department. Meihuan, you go ......"

"It's none of my business." Sure enough, as soon as he heard that Zhong Shunde ignored him, after the old B muttered a few times, he also felt bored and ran away.

Seeing that he was finally gone, the tense strings in Zhong Shunde's brain also loosened, but before he could ease up, the voice behind him made him feel excited again.

"Ouch, busy."

As he spoke, Zheng Silun shook his hands behind his back and shook over with a smile on his face, "Tsk, it's been a long time since I've seen Xiao Zhong look so energetic." ”

The laughter around him made Zhong Shunde's face collapse, and he could only lower his voice, with a hint of pleading, "Teacher..."

"Ahem, then don't talk about it, don't talk about it." Zheng Silun said tightly, but if he had a beard, it was estimated that even Hu Shao would be smiling.

Zhong Shunde also gave up struggling, and asked helplessly, "Teacher, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"Hey~ I originally had itchy hands and wanted you to play two games of flying chess with me, since you are busy now, then ......" Zheng Silun paused deliberately.

"Another day?" Zhong Shunde tentatively answered.

Seeing the teacher's eyebrows raised, Zhong Shunde instantly realized that he smiled bitterly: "I know, I'll come over when I arrange things." ”

"Hahaha, then I'll wait for you." Seeing that there were chess friends in flying chess, Zheng Silun was also happy, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and praised his work in the past two days.

"Teacher, what are you happy about?" Every time Zheng Silun is happy, he has the habit of playing flying chess, which is not a secret in the game.

Zheng Silun didn't hide it from him, "I chatted with him today. ”

This was said very vaguely, but Zhong Shunde understood, after all, in his identity as a teacher, the person who could make him happy by talking a few words, except for the "believe it or not", he really couldn't think of a second person.

But what the hell was talking about, it would make his teacher happy like this, and it really made him curious, but there were many people at the moment, and he couldn't ask in detail.

The chess friends got together, the goal was achieved, and the satisfied Zheng Silun hummed a folk song of unknown origin, and returned to the office with a chirp.

In fact, the thing that made him happiest was that he hadn't said yet. That's Tong Guò's small talk today, he knows that "believe it or not" is actually a student who is going to take an exam, and this information is going to leak out, and he doesn't know how many people will be scared.

Sure enough, he is still a second-year teenager, thinking of his initial guess, Zheng Silun sighed a little, and went around and bypassed, but it was actually when he was at the beginning, he was right.

But then again, can he still worry about exams? Zheng Silun thought about all the more difficult exams in China, but he still didn't have a clue, he really couldn't think of any exam that could stump this person.

……

Even if Zheng Silun wanted to break his head, he would not have thought that a character who is so close to a demon in his heart would be worried about an ordinary final exam.

This really wants him to know, it is estimated that there is another heavyweight in the camp that is contrary to Huaguo's exam-oriented education.

This nourishic chatter has been going back and forth in Zheng Silun's mind, why is it today? Why are these words said? Could there be something implied in that? Or what day is it at this time of day?

Just when Zheng Silun racked his brains to guess the intention, Jian Bai yawned boredly.

If Jian Bai knew that Zheng Silun's brainstorming at this moment, it was estimated that he would cry and laugh. In fact, she really didn't have any intentions, and today it was because she was really bored, so she would have the idea of caring for the lonely old man and talk nonsense with Zheng Silun.

She had been in the ward for more than a week, and before, Jane's mother was afraid that her grades would fall, so she moved the makeshift patchwork table to her drawing board. In this way, she can do her homework while drawing.

Under Jane's mother's nose, Jian Bai naturally couldn't make any mistakes, and the book that she had pretended to turn over was now really turned to the point where she could memorize it.

Seeing that the long sigh was fruitless, and she couldn't win the sympathy of Jane's mother, Jian Bai could use the bad light in the room as an excuse to move the position of reading the book to the window.

With his back to the room and the bookstall on the windowsill, from Wu Jing's point of view, Jian Bai really couldn't study more seriously. In the time between painting, he also threw a pleased look at Jian Bai from time to time.

And Lan Xin, the only one who knows, turned his black bean eyes when he saw Jian Bai who was browsing Skynet with his wisdom brain. This is the action it newly learned on the Skynet, called "throwing white eyes", which is used to express disdain.

There's really nothing to see on Skynet, but it's more interesting than a textbook.

There is only Sunday in the week, and the only time Jian Bai can relax. Because only on this day, Jian Yu, who has been on vacation, will accompany Jian's mother out to sketch.

And this time is also the time to let go of Sahuan in vain.

So when Song Cheng carried the thermos box into the ward, he saw such a scene.

Jian Bai was paralyzed on the rattan chair that he didn't know where he got it, and the whole person was stuck in it, and he didn't know what to think again, his eyes didn't have a fixed place, and the pen in his mouth was still shaking up and down with the rhythm of shaking his legs.

The pleasant eyes, the lazy posture, and the appearance of the hanger, I don't mention it!

The smile in Song Cheng's eyes slid by, and then as if he thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled, his eyebrows raised, and he was full of ruffianism. If someone else were looking at it now, they would definitely find this little expression, which looked like the taste of Jane Bai when he was about to play bad.

He stepped out of the room lightly, and then deliberately stepped down the hallway.

Sure enough, Jian Bai's ears trembled slightly, and the rhythm of shaking his legs leisurely was instantly stuck.

As soon as the pen in his mouth was loosened, he sat up straight, and the pen slid off his clothes, and when he was about to reach his waist, his legs that were already cocked were quickly put down, and without the slightest external force, the whole person stood up straight lightly.

And the pen that was originally on her waist also fell down with her standing movements, but just when she was about to land, the tip of her toe hooked, and the pen easily returned to her hand.

From slumping in a chair to standing by the windowsill, the whole process took less than two seconds, and there was no abnormal sound. The pen was well held in her hand, and the book was neatly placed on the windowsill, and if she hadn't paid special attention to her, maybe she would have thought that she had been standing on the edge of the windowsill and reading carefully.

"Chirp and chirp, Mulan is a ...... weaver" Jane Bai memorized the book seriously, completely undisturbed by foreign objects, and knocked on his head in the interval, looking annoyed that he couldn't recall the content.

Jian Bai waited for her brother to make some noise, and then she could make an expression that she knew he was back. But who knows, the footsteps stop behind him, and there is no follow-up action.

Don't dare to make extra movements, Jian Bai froze, suffocated and suffocated, endured and endured, this Mulan was memorized, and there was still no movement behind her, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore, so she deliberately shouted that her mouth was dry, and then she turned around and made a gesture to drink water.

Before Jian Bai could see the person clearly, he made a surprised expression at the right time, "Brother......"

Full marks for reasons, perfect points for expressions, and full marks for actions.

Target zero points!

"I'll go, how are you! I almost scared you to death. Seeing Song Cheng smiling behind him, Jian Bai's face collapsed, and he patted his chest exaggeratedly, and then naturally slid back onto the recliner and resumed his original posture.

Song Cheng didn't answer, but the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper, he liked Ah Bai's unreserved attitude in front of him.

Jian Bai slumped on the rattan chair, Song Cheng put the things in his hand on the bedside table, and the two of them got along naturally, "The Mulan you just recited the wrong sentence, it's not a knife sharpening Huo Huo Xiang Niu and sheep, it's a pig and sheep." ”

"Girls' families, sitting or not, standing or standing!"

As soon as Jian Bai adjusted his posture, before he could speak, he heard a familiar voice behind him, and he was startled, and the set of actions just now was perfectly repeated.

But this time it was too late.

"Brother......

Jane Bai wanted to cry without tears.

Jian Yu kept a straight face, just chattered like this, and didn't mean to stop when he said it, and finally Wu Jing stopped his words.

"Okay, okay, Ah Bai is also tired, it doesn't matter much if you take a little rest."

"She..." Jian Yu still wanted to do it again, but Wu Jing didn't give him this chance.

Wu Jing sat in front of the hospital bed, pulled Song Cheng, who was standing stupidly on the side, and let him sit beside her, grasped him with his still rough hand, and said warmly: "Recently, you have been busy with help, and it is really hard for you." ”

"Aunt Wu, don't say that." As if he was not used to being too close to people, Song Cheng moved a little crampedly, "These are all my own willing." ”

"I know you're a good boy, and after so many days, it's a shame to say thank you. Aunt Wu really treats you as half a son, the New Year should be lively, and now there is no one in your family, so you will come to our house for the New Year this year, okay? ”

Song Cheng's eyes were a little astringent, and the scorching temperature on the back of his hand, like oil-soaked paper, slowly dizzy in his heart, he nodded heavily and responded.

"Good!"

Seeing that he agreed, Wu Jingxi smiled and talked about buying New Year's goods, but Song Cheng seemed to suddenly think of something, and the whole person stayed there.

"Hey, are you hot?" Jian Bai inadvertently swept Song Cheng's flushed cheeks, a little puzzled.

"What nonsense, it's autumn, it's hot, it shouldn't be a fever." Wu Jing reached out and touched his forehead.

Song Cheng blushed and said, "No, no ......"

Seeing that Song Cheng really didn't have anything unusual except for blushing, Wu Jing was relieved and continued to make a list of them. In the past, their family wanted to have a good New Year, but they didn't have this condition, and now they finally have money to spare, even if there are only four people, they have to do it lively.

But no matter what Wu Jing said, Song Cheng couldn't listen to it at all at this moment! His mind was full of:

Half a son? Isn't that a son-in-law!

Son-in-law......

Ah Bai's husband.

Husband......

Oh my God!