"Finally, if you want to hear bad words about Chi Ning from people in our school, then you have made the wrong decision. No one will slander a person who can help you improve your grades in a key high school."
She flicked her braid, raised her head, and glanced at the stunned Li Qiuhe, "Hurry up and get the questions."
Li Qiuhe: "Oh, eh."
The two of them walked upstairs side by side. Li Qiuhe held it in for a while and asked, "What major are you going to study? I heard that you are very good at English?"
Class 2 squad leader paused, "I'm going to join politics."
The two chatted all the way, and finally returned to the class viewing area carrying a large pile of papers and books.
Li Qiuhe wanted to hand the book to Chi Ning, but found that Chi Ning was missing from the front seat.
He searched around and finally saw Chi Ning next to the most remote table tennis table.
The boy propped his head up, and standing next to him was Class 18, the school bully Qin Heng.
Li Qiuhe was stunned, fearing that Chi Ning would be bullied, and immediately wanted to step forward and separate the two.
As soon as he took a step forward, Qin Heng looked over. It was just a slight glance, but it was like a steel nail that fixed him in place.
Li Qiuhe dared not move.
He held the copy of "Medical Anthropology" in his hand and was in a dilemma.
Then he saw the moment Chi Ning raised his head, Qin Heng changed his face on the spot, which was more professional than the Sichuan Opera Face-Changing Successor.
Qin Heng smiled and said, "I said you will definitely be cold."
He shook out a pure black casual jacket, flattened it and put it on Chi Ning's legs, "What about this?"
Chi Ning was stunned. The inside of this coat was still hot. It seemed to be the clothes Qin Heng had worn, and it had just been taken off not long ago.
This bit of heat seemed to contain a lingering ambiguity, wrapping his lower body in strands.
"Okay, it's much warmer." Chi Ning patted the seat beside him, "Aren't you going to participate in the project? What are you doing here?"
Qin Heng sat next to Chi Ning, tilted his head and nodded, "I want to participate in the basketball competition tonight."
And what about the basketball contest?
Chi Ning immediately thought of those students who did not win the project. Those people must have been arrested to participate in the basketball competition, right?
He exhaled towards the track and field, "How boring! Why hasn't my book arrived yet?"
Qin Heng glanced back at Li Qiuhe, looked at the book in his hand, and raised his eyebrows.
Li Qiuhe:...
Although the school bully didn't say anything, he somehow felt that this expression should be - Come on, little plum.
Chapter 39
Li Qiuhe stepped forward, "Chi Ning, your book."
Chi Ning took it and saw that Li Qiuhe even thoughtfully inserted a pen on the page, "Thank you."
Li Qiuhe stuttered while looking at Qin Heng, "No, no need. Your project should be in an hour. Pay attention to the radio broadcast. I'm going back first."
"Well, walk slowly."
Chi Ning's instructions had the demeanor of an old professor. Li Qiuhe was stunned for a long time, and suddenly felt that Chi Ning did not regard him as his peer.
He walked further away and looked back to see Chi Ning's coat covering his legs.
Chi Ning has no temper when dealing with others, but in school, he seems to only put Qin Heng on an equal footing.
When facing other people, it is more like putting yourself in the position of an elder.
It's just that God Chi didn't realize it himself.
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"What project did you apply for?" Qin Heng asked.
Chi Ning said, "Shot put."
Qin Heng:?
He looked at Chi Ning's arms which were not delicate but definitely not strong. His pupils shrank for a moment in shock, "Shot put?"
"Yeah." Chi Ning nodded matter-of-factly, and bent his arms to show off his muscles like a bodybuilder. "Although this event is drawn, I can throw it very far."
Qin Heng clenched his fists and pinched his palms hard, trying not to hold back his laughter.
Chi Ning is so cute, why do you want to save face so much and still mean what you say?
He pressed the book Chi Ning was about to open, with an obvious smile in his voice, "The first time you saw me in the alley, your eyes were red when you put a tourniquet on me. Were you scared?"
Chi Ning hummed. "How is that possible!"
Qin Heng's heart was indeed true, Chi Ning had the toughest words in his body, and I knew he would never admit that he was scared to tears at that time.
Qin Heng coughed lightly and said, "Haha, why were your eyes so red then? It looked like you were crying."
"I think it's spicy." Chi Ning put his pen on the book and emphasized, "I went to buy bayberry juice because the fried beef at the night market was spicy. As a medical student, how can I be afraid of blood?"
Qin Heng gritted his teeth and held back his smile, "Okay, okay."
Chi Ning:...
It's so good, you don't believe it at all!
After all, it is slightly better to cry when being scared than to cry when being scared by blood.
Chi Ning lowered his eyes and looked at "Medical Anthropology" in his hand, but could not read even a single word.
All he could think about was--Why didn't he believe it?
Chi Ning let out a breath.
He actually doesn't care whether others believe in him or not. In the final analysis, trust is not that valuable in the eyes of the world.
If others believe it, continue the relationship.
If you don't believe it, then it's easy to get together and part ways.
Before this, he had always practiced this principle of dealing with things and would not go out of his way to prove anything for what he said.
But today is different. He wants to prove what he said to Qin Heng.
Chi Ning rubbed the cover of the book in front of him in ecstasy with his fingers.
The corner of the book was curled up and flattened by his thumb, and soon it became soft and curled, like a snail shell.
Why is this happening?
Is Qin Heng's question particularly different?
Is it really that important to shed tears because of something? It's not important at all.
He also cried in his previous life. He would even eat chili peppers and cry until he was out of breath to vent his stress and emotions.
Many colleagues and students advised him not to eat if he couldn't eat it, and sometimes they would laugh at him and even make secret comments about it.
But he didn't feel anything.
What happened today?
Could it be that he was unhappy when Qin Heng smiled?
It doesn't seem like that, just... you want to prove yourself?
--"Please come to the track and field for the third-year students participating in the shot put event. The list of participants will be announced below: Class 1, Class 1, Chi Ning. Class 2, Class 3, Wang Mianzhi... Class 18, Yue Yaozong."
Chi Ning stood up, folded his coat and handed it to Qin Heng, "Take it." He said softly, "It's not difficult to throw the shot put. I'm really good at it. Just watch!"
Not to mention throwing the shot put, now he can throw Yue Yaozong without any problem. Although it can't be thrown far, it can be thrown directly to the ground.
Qin Heng took the clothes and gave a low response. He looked at the three words "you" and chewed them over and over in his mouth, and suddenly laughed out loud. Chi Ning is quite strong.
The last table tennis table is facing the shot put field, and the view is very clear.
When Zhang Qiuwen came, he saw Qin Heng holding a black coat in his hand, standing on the edge of the railing like a watchman, with a hint of joy in his back.
Zhang Qiuwen raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
How can the back look so cheerful? If I ride a horse, I won't go crazy, right?
He walked up to Qin Heng expressionlessly and followed his brother's line of sight and looked out.
Chi Ning stood at the end of the team, and the first one to throw the shot put was Yue Yaozong.
When the two of them came together, Yue Yaozong it could be said that old and new hatreds welled up in their hearts.
He exerted force in the bottom set, twisted his waist, and smashed the ball out with a roar.
"The distance must be more than nine meters, right? Chi Ning shouldn't be able to throw it." Zhang Qiuwen stared at the tunnel smashed into the ground.
Qin Heng hummed, and was already thinking about how to make Chi Ning happy.
It's okay, it's nothing to hit the shot put well, at most it's just a bit of strength. Yue Yaozong has no brains at all. At first glance, he can only do physical work. Chi Ning is different.
Judging from Chi Ning's enthusiasm for experiments, he will definitely pursue scientific research in the future.
Qin Heng took out a piece of money from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Qiuwen, "Go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of mung bean paste. You can buy whatever you want for the rest. If you buy snacks, share it with everyone."
Zhang Qiuwen held the money. "Okay!"
Is this still his tough-as-nails brother?
Back then, his brother was reluctant to spend even a dime on others.
Ever since I fell in love with Chi Ning, the bottom line is to step back step by step.
Speaking of which, Brother Qin didn't seem to like Chi Ning before, so did Chi Ning directly change his brother's criteria for choosing a mate?
He is so awesome, no wonder everyone likes to call him Chi Ning God Chi.
It's really amazing.
When Zhang Qiuwen came back carrying snacks and mung bean paste, the students from the 17 classes in front had just finished throwing. Chi Ning took the shot put, rubbed the sand on it, and stood in the throwing circle.
The place where Qin Heng was standing was not far from where the ordinary classes gathered, and the voices of Class 18 could be heard talking.
"God Chi is here to throw the shot put? Class 1 What does the head teacher think? He doesn't look like he can throw this, right?"
"Class 1 and Class 2 signed up by drawing lots..."
"Ah this..."
"But each has his own strengths and weaknesses. People with good grades usually exercise less. It's normal to be a little poor in sports."
"If you choose the event by drawing lots, the shot put is better. It's over after you throw it. It's not like the 5000 meters, which is like running to vomit."
"Hey, we can be regarded as avenging our previous shame in sports. Fortunately, our school does not have sports students who practice discus and shot put. Even if God Chi loses, it won't be too ugly."
Qin Heng pursed his lips, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the cheering sound coming from Class 1 all the way away.
He patted Zhang Qiuwen and said, "Send snacks to Class 1, but Class 18 is gone."
Zhang Qiuwen: "Oh" didn't move.