Third from left in the back row of the fifth quarter

When Liu Qing walked into the classroom, Li Xinxin had already taken the first step to sit in her seat.

Liu Qing subconsciously looked at the desk of the third left in the back row, people can't step into the same river at the same time, Liu Qing stepped into this river hard, he had to take a hard look at this river, the previous junior high school graduation photo he noticed a little boy with a little blurred facial features, and now he is looking at him with his timid eyes! Liu Qing thought that the last time he entered the classroom, he must not have looked at him so seriously, otherwise, he would not have been able to remember his name anyway when he turned to the junior high school graduation photo during the period of work injury.

Li Daran! The boy's name is Li Daran.

From the moment Liu Qing walked into the classroom, when he thought of going to see Li Daran, he didn't think of his name by his appearance when he looked at the photos, but by the name Li Daran to define the student behind the desk. This student is a tall boy who is average in learning and honest and silent. He is also one of Liu Qing's classmates who he has never seen since graduating from junior high school.

Li Xinxin shouted to stand up. Only then did Liu Qing realize how incomplete his development was, he was short, even Li Xinxin was not as good, big? He thought that he should be a sophomore in high school, and he got taller all of a sudden, like bamboo shoots in the mountains, and jumped up from the ground overnight.

Section 7 Teacher's glasses

Standing in front of the blackboard was an algebra teacher with big glasses, medium and with a good temperament. Liu Qing sat upright, swept away the N plans he was about to rectify him, and his heart was much calmer, not to mention that although he was not a female teacher, he looked quite handsome, and he didn't know why his previous impression of him was so bad.

The teacher wore black-rimmed glasses, but the glasses were really small. I don't know why I used to call him big glasses.

The teacher's glasses reminded Liu Qing of the big toad glasses he often wore some time ago. This should be a pair of myopia glasses, or a plastic frame, which has long been found on the market, the workmanship is too rough, and the lenses are too bad.

Liu Qing thought that today's children are short-sighted, and parents will not let their children wear such glasses, and they are still not afraid of ruining their children's eyes. The algebra teacher is different now, he has put a lot of effort into changing this pair of glasses, and he can not think twice about the high price.

Liu Qing looked intently at the teacher on the podium, this algebra teacher who he particularly hated, was really a little bookish.

Perhaps, he was too disappointed by the teacher as a student at that time. So much so that his presence made the teacher realize his incompetence in teaching, and in the process of saving him, he suddenly lost his confidence, and only then did he appear in a moment of impatience.

Section 8: Liu Qing's nickname

It may be that when Liu Qing has been looking at the teacher with big glasses with scrutiny or maybe a little appreciation, the algebra teacher is the first time to find that this student who gives him a headache has become so focused in class that he can't bear to disturb him, which also makes Liu Qing sit quietly in his seat with two hearts, in this class, Liu Qing In addition to the initial discomfort, with the operation of his brain, he found that his thinking became more and more delicate, and the past and the future became clearer and clearer, and some details were also strung together.

In the next class, it is still an algebra class with big glasses, and as soon as the big glasses are in class, Liu Qing will be asked to climb the blackboard. Liu Qing was ridiculed by the girls before class, Jiang Fangfang still pouted him, his mood had not been adjusted, and he drooped his head for a while in class.

That time, the big glasses were more mean than ever, the ridicule was more snarky, and the classmates burst into laughter, as if they were the chemical aids he needed. Liu Qing stood alone in front of the podium in the teacher's humorous and wonderful language, and could only lower his head.

Liu Qing still has something to gain and gets a nickname. He was a little resistant at the time, thinking, I don't have a math cell, but I'm not a small cell! The nickname of this small cell was called until he graduated from junior high school, and the classmates in this class didn't mention it, but Li Yin said sadly on the day of Liu Qing's accident that he almost lost his little cell. He knew his nickname two years later than Liu Qing, you said, the words of the big glasses teacher are so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Verse 9 reappears as a nickname

"Chun'er, it's time for Chun'er to get up. No more, the teacher is going to yell at you. ”

Liu Qing felt that someone was calling him, so he woke up, feeling that his face was tense, and it was a little difficult to open his eyes. There was light, and he vaguely saw a faint curtain, like a domain boundary in the online text.

Damn, it's really crossed. This was Liu Qing's first thought after he became conscious.

Don't travel to the modern battlefield! It's better to be farther away, preferably in the era of cold weapons. Although he is alive now, he is only a few skin wounds, and if there is a modern battlefield of gunpowder, stray bullets and the like are not long-sighted. Don't hang up as soon as you wake up. He was glad that he was still alive, but his nose was blocked by something, and he could finally breathe a little.

Oh no, after Liu Qing's true consciousness recovered, he touched his nose and sighed, he smelled the peculiar smell of soda in the hospital. He thought that he was not easy to mix during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression: how many times the country was founded, our country had never fought any war, he had never even touched a real gun, and he had seen a lot on TV. When I think of those anti-Japanese dramas, I think that little Japan at that time was murderous!

When Liu Qing really woke up, his head couldn't turn yet, his eyes were blurred, and the lights were quite dazzling! But this light? ---- this hospital is using energy-saving lamps! Liu Qing was pale, and now his nephew is still playing the lantern and taking a photo.

Li Yin pushed the door in, his face was pleasantly surprised, Liu Qing saw the lunch box in his hand, his stomach squirmed uncontrollably, his stomach was not too angry, and his hunger gave way to his spirit.

"Brother, you finally woke up, I thought your little cell was gone." Li Yin raised his empty left hand and said, "For you, my palm is still wooden!" ”

Li Yin walked over and put the lunch box on the table, and then sat down next to Liu Qing.

Hearing Li Yin say this, I can still feel a faint pain in my chest, which should be around the ribs. Liu Qing moved and complained to Li Yin laboriously: "Did you kid give me artificial respiration?"

"You're foaming at the mouth. How's that, I'm okay with that, right? But it's disgusting that your face burns like that! Li Yin suddenly remembered Liu Qing's face burned by the arc, and said bluntly.

"My face." Liu Qing was anxious when he heard this, and as soon as he raised his hand, he shouted again: "My hand." "He's got bandages on his arms!

It's over, what a good opportunity, it can't be crossed, and his face is burned, Liu Qing sighed and thought nonsense, suddenly showing a very depressed appearance, and screamed: "My face!" ”