The smile on the inch-headed man's face is still on his face, but the meaning has changed a little, and he is a little colder:

"What? Your grades are not good, and there are still a lot of problems, what right do you have to control when I speak?

You can't get into the college entrance examination no matter how much you review, and the average score of the class is all pulled down by you, what else are you dragging, what a special pretence. ”

The inch-headed man's tablemate pulled his sleeve, but he didn't expect him to be more energetic:

"Do you really think he has any ability, how can he come back to school if he is really capable.

It must be that people don't want him anymore, just abandon the son. ”

Chu Ci's dark eyes, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and his eyelashes were hanging at this time, exuding anger: "What did you just say about Qin Yu?" ”

The inch-headed man was stunned for a moment before he reacted, with a cheap look: "Yo, I didn't expect our school grass scum to be Qin Yu fans, I'm so scared." ”

The boy said and grabbed Chu Ci's collar violently, and said provocatively: "Your sister doesn't know how many men she has slept with, you are really brainless, no wonder you have a low IQ and poor grades...... Ah!......h

The inch-headed man suddenly screamed miserably, and Chu Ci lazily grabbed his wrist.

He carried a gun every day, and he trained systematically in the team for so long, and he had a lot of strength.

The inch-headed man was so painful that his legs were weak on the ground, and his expression was painful.

The surrounding classmates looked at each other and staggered back.

Chu Ci has been with Qin Yu for so long, his calm and relaxed face, his expressionless face is carved out of a mold, and his beautiful eyes are flashing with cold light.

Gao Zihao is strong and has a little strength, his hand was grabbed and he couldn't move, but the strength in his feet was there, and he kicked out violently, directly kicking the boy in front of him to the ground.

The whole person staggered up, with a cynical ruffian in his voice: "What, dare to teach me to do things." ”

Chu Ci's eyes were a little bloody, he fell to the ground and moved back a little, turned sideways and kicked the inch-headed man's calf, directly causing people to fall to the ground.

After getting up, he kicked Gao Zihao up.

The boy on the ground was in a cold sweat, hugged his leg in pain, and curled up together.

Chu Ci had no expression on his face, his long legs stepped on the boy's hand, his eyes drooped, looking at the boy who was knocked to the ground by him, and the tail of his eyes was ruthless:

"Do you know what not to say?"

The inch-headed man gritted his teeth and didn't speak, stubbornly and stubbornly.

Chu Ci looked at the boy's pale face, touched his lips, and his eyes were cold: "Dare me to hear a ...... again"

That's all there is to it, and the second half of the sentence can be imagined.

Where the classmates in the class have seen this kind of scene, they all quietly watch the play on the side, and some girls huddle together in two or three, a little frightened.

Because it is a weekend self-study, there are no teachers sitting in the classroom, and generally only the teachers of the year group are patrolling outside the door.

Even if there is such a thing in the class, the teacher doesn't know about it, not to mention that high school students rarely make trouble in front of the teacher, and many things are solved in private.

Chu Ci got up from Gao Zihao, glanced at the class, and returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

The boy's back molars on the ground clenched and moved twice, so that he would not let Chu Ci go so easily.

He rolled over and got up from the floor, and instead of returning to his seat, he went out the back door of the classroom.

After a while, the head teacher Lu Wanning called Chu Ci out with a cold face.

Lu Wanning's qualifications are still young, and it has only been two years since she graduated with a master's degree and joined the High School Affiliated to the High School.

Although her aura is not strong and she can't suppress students, she has always been soft-spoken and understanding, and her classmates have a good impression of her, so she generally never takes the initiative to stir up trouble in front of her.

This is the first time that two boys in the class have played like this.

On weekend afternoons, the office is empty, and ordinary classroom teachers do not come to school except for the class teachers.

Lu Wanning sat on the chair, with a calm face, and swept the two boys standing in front of her, although they both lowered their heads, they could still see the scars on the tails of their eyes and the corners of their mouths.

Holding back his temper, he said, "Don't talk about anything else, come with me to the infirmary to deal with the wound." ”

Lu Wanning is very wise, knowing that she can't come to the set of senior teachers, and a glare and slap the table can make students feel stunned.

She takes the "people-friendly route", never beats and scolds students, and always cares and cares for this group of high school juniors.

When they arrived at the infirmary, a young female nurse saw the wounds on their faces and skillfully picked up the potion from the cupboard and treated them.

The school infirmary is all about student bruises, and even more serious illnesses have to be referred.

Lu Wanning was wearing a chiffon shirt with a light-colored skirt, standing aside with her chest crossed and waiting.

casually looked around, the door in the middle was closed, she didn't care, she glanced at it and retracted her gaze.

Sitting in the doctor's office.

The young man in the torn leather office chair was wearing a pure white coat, handsome, and his slender white fingers held the pen and left two lines of handwriting on the medical record.

The new doctor from the infirmary of the attached middle school, Jiang Tuo.

Jiang Tuo raised his eyes and looked at the man leaning on the sofa diagonally opposite, and tore off the page: "Take this medicine back and eat it first." ”

Shen Jinglan leaned idly on the back of the chair, his hands casually resting on the wooden armrests, his knuckles slightly curved, slender and distinct, like a carefully carved work of art.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned, half-concealing and half-revealing his collarbones, and suddenly said: "Is there a better way?" ”

There was a hint of hoarseness in his deep voice, a little worried.

After finishing speaking, his gaze withdrew from the window and swept lightly to Jiang Tuo.

With his head sideways, the bridge of his nose is very high, and the whole person has a sense of dusty atmosphere.

His face, from bones to facial features to skin and flesh, can't find a trace of shortcomings, it's just a god's favorite.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high brow bones, high nose bridge, well-defined facial lines, and male hormones rushing to the face.

However, those eyes were deep and bright, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, adding a bit of abstinence, so that his heroic spirit was not too sharp and compelling, but had a resolute aura.

Jiang Tuo's gaze moved to the computer monitor, touched the mouse to bring up the image map, and sighed: "It's best to maintain the status quo." ”

Shen Jinglan's eyes darkened a little, and his eyes turned out of the window again, a gust of wind swept away the crumbling leaves, and the white ash suddenly seemed empty.

After a while, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, lifted his eyelids, and raised his chin towards Jiang Tuo: "Are you still planning to stay here?" ”

"Don't say it, I'm too lazy to go back, it's idle here." Jiang Tuo let out a long sigh and pressed his temples with a bit of a headache.

Shen Jinglan stood up with a long posture, and the oppression brought by his height of 189CM suddenly gave people a condescending feeling, and he casually threw him a sentence "Work hard." ”

Before he went out, Jiang Tuo suddenly remembered something again, and raised his head: "By the way, the founder of the Chinese Medicine Hall, Mr. Hua, is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, and you can ask him to come out of the mountain to have a look when you really can't do it." ”

Shen Jinglan nodded slightly, turned around and pushed the door out of the room.