Chapter 92: The Night of Feeding Mosquitoes

This is a very long video.

It starts at 7.15pm, lasts about two hours, and should end at 9.15pm.

Although it is a promotional and educational video, I thought it would be boring, but the students unexpectedly watched it seriously. Everyone loves this land.

In his previous life, when he was in junior high school, Anting couldn't even learn Chinese, math, and English, let alone minor subjects like history. He only focused on eating, drinking, and having fun, and rarely studied.

It wasn’t until he stepped into society and with the popularity of mobile devices that he slowly understood history.

With the help of small snacks, Bao Weiwei, who was not interested at first, started to watch it carefully.

A group of teenagers gathered in the teaching square to watch a movie. In fact, it felt like moving a stool to the village ancestral hall to watch a big show in the old days. The moon was very round, the stars were very bright, and there were fireflies dotting it. Everything seems slow.

The only discordant thing is probably...mosquitoes.

She has always complained that Song Ci wore long pants and white shoes for self-study in the evening, but tonight, she did a good job. Everyone was bitten badly by mosquitoes, but Song Ci remained intact.

The upper body is in a private T-shirt with a light blue round collar; the lower body is in casual trousers and a pair of white shoes. Her wavy hair is not restrained. When the wind blows, it looks like ocean waves. Same.

There is a hairpin tied in front of the forehead, and there is a little sweat on the face. Under the light of the screen, the almond eyes are like priceless gems. Although it is a bit funny to say this, it is compared with the crazy people around. Compared with Mosquito's classmates, she is truly reclusive and independent.

There was a sudden "pop" sound from the side. Song Ci turned her face, looked at Anting who was swatting mosquitoes, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Who asked you to wear such short pants. "

An Ting said helplessly: "It's very hot."

Compared to cold, young people are more afraid of heat.

The next second, Song Ci lowered her head and looked at the boy's thigh. Sure enough, there were many bumps. Seeing that the boy was scratching so roughly, the skin was a bit broken, so she had no choice but to reach out her hand and stroke it a few times.

"Don't be so rough..."

The skin on Anting's thighs is of good quality, but it's a bit darker after wearing shorts for a long time, making it look like Jinhua ham. It's okay on the face. The skin color is relatively white.

Feeling the gentle touch on his thigh, Anting calmed down from being irritated by mosquitoes.

At this time, Bao Weiwei saw Song Ci tickling Anting and couldn’t wait any longer. She came over and said, “Ah Ci, Ah Ci, I also have a bag on my arm. You scratch it for me too.”

　“Hey…”

　 Ever since.

Song Ci tickled Anting and Bao Weiwei at the same time.

　…

An hour passed.

Seeing that the students were fascinated, class teacher Xu Qingshu quietly came to Anting, handed him a hundred-dollar bill, and said with a hint of command: "Classmate Anting, help me. I bought some cut iced watermelon from the fruit stall outside the school and distributed it to the students."

It was the class teacher who invited the students to eat watermelon.

This is not an uncommon operation among some relatively young teachers.

However, the age of teachers these days is still relatively old, and there are not many teachers who are willing to take the initiative to get involved with students.

Middle-aged teachers and older teachers still adhere to the old ways and believe that there should be some gaps between teachers and students, and it is not suitable to be too close, so as to establish dignity.

Like many young people, although Xu Qingshu is a teacher, he is not particularly dedicated to selfless dedication without expecting anything in return.

In her mind, teachers are a somewhat special profession. In the final analysis, they are still ordinary people. She just wants to build a good relationship with her classmates through some material exchanges, such as fruits.

Through the operation of asking for watermelon, I won some praise.

Generally speaking, students should obey the teacher’s request without questioning it.

Xu Qingshu went to Anting specifically to check his favorability in front of him.

Just as she was about to accept Anting's moved gaze, the young man did not follow the routine and said directly: "Why don't you buy it yourself? Instead of letting the students run errands?"

Xu Qingshu's blood pressure fluctuated: "."

She really couldn't get along with this number one scholar named Anting.

In front of a large audience, Teacher Xu Qingshu did not want to get angry, so she pretended to be reserved and said calmly: "No...this is an opportunity for you to get closer to your classmates."

"Oh... that's good. I thought Teacher Xu was also the kind of person who wanted to gain favor but was lazy, so he relied on his status as a teacher to tell students to do things at will." As he spoke, Anting raised a naughty look on the corner of his mouth. radian.

Xu Qingshu felt a little guilty.

Think about it carefully, isn’t that what you are like?

I wanted to take this opportunity to gain a good impression in front of the students, but I was too lazy to go there, so I just gave random instructions to the students.

　After all...in this era of underdeveloped mobile terminals, simple students like to take the teacher's words as their guide and basically don't question them much.

Xu Qingshu felt even more guilty and just said: "How could it be? The teacher is not like that. The teacher is giving you the opportunity to get closer to your classmates."

"Oh , then I’ll set off.”

An Ting gave a profound reply, as if he had seen through everything.

Looking at Anting's back, Xu Qingshu didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that he was being manipulated by a student. It seemed that he should be more cautious when facing him next time.

Unexpectedly.

An Ting suddenly turned around and called out: "Teacher Xu."

"Ah..." Xu Qingshu was a little uneasy and made a cute voice, asking: "Why? Are you here?"

An Ting said directly: "I suddenly remembered that I am a student and cannot leave the school."

The No. 1 Middle School is a fully closed teaching, and students cannot Free access.

"Uh... I almost forgot." While speaking, Xu Qingshu walked towards Anting and quickly walked up to the young man. She was still wearing a long dress today.

Thin long skirt, this is the most suitable clothing for education work that Xu Qingshu can think of, and it is also the most comfortable clothing in summer.

The next second.

Xu Qingshu stretched his hand in front of his neck, pulled the rope, took out his work permit directly from his chest, and stuffed it into Anting's hand.

An Ting was slightly startled, looked at the work permit in his hand, and squeezed it hard, it seemed to be still warm.

This is a milk-flavored work permit.

Xu Qingshu thought it was nothing at first. She just stuffed her work ID card into her clothes, which was very common in summer. But when she saw Anting pinching her work ID card, she suddenly realized something and squinted. Eyes, chest suddenly tightened.

Anting seemed to feel a faint murderous aura and did not dare to stay, so he turned and left.

For a student who lives on campus, going out is a very pleasant thing.

Perhaps it was because the military training had only been two days, and Anting’s excitement was not that strong. He bought a few iced watermelons at the fruit stand at the school gate, cut them up, and went back to school.

I happened to see some sugar cane, so I also took one with me.

Anyway, it was Xu Qingshu who paid the bill.

Faced with the unexpected watermelon, the students who had been training for two days were so happy. They were grateful to Anting and Teacher Xu Qingshu.

Before the end of the movie, Xu QingshuFor the hair issue, I found Anting again.

“Before school officially starts, remember to resolve it!”

The tone is rather harsh.

According to normal development, this hair should have been damaged on the first day of military training. Considering that you are the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, I will bear with you for military training.

Facts have proved that good students have privileges.

If not, it only means that it is not good enough.

An Ting replied: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Don't leave yet, I will give you another task. Here is the student information filling form. Send it to the students. Collect them all before the military training ends." Xu Qingshu handed a stack of papers to Anting.

"It's so troublesome..."

Anting originally didn't want to take on so many jobs, but when he thought about it carefully, if he, the boy in charge, didn't do these things, he would definitely change hands. To Song Ci.

Then it’s up to me.

After all...he became the head boy just for Song Ci.

That night, Anting filled in student information in the corridor of the dormitory. After thinking for a long time, he still did not fill in Aunt Song in the "Mother" column. As expected, he couldn't do it, so he should leave it blank.

What’s interesting is...when Anting filled in his father’s occupation, he thought about it for a while.

It seems that there is no such profession as a charterer, so I wrote on my back - Unemployed.

　…

Once you get used to a certain rhythm of life, time will pass faster.

As sweat is secreted and evaporated again and again, the military training comes to the third day.

In the boring and sweltering military training life, if there is anything that makes people particularly concerned about it, it is that the cat girl can still be seen under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the slope every afternoon.

Sometimes, she just sits under the tree and sleeps, peaceful and beautiful.

Sometimes, she takes a pencil and paper and draws.

Perhaps because she was so stunning, the boys in several nearby classes were talking about her.

Some personal information about her has also surfaced.

During a break in military training, Lu Ren gathered a group of boys and introduced: "The girl's name is Qiao Liang, she belongs to Class 13, Grade 1, her nickname is Xiao Wai, her health is not very good... She seems to be a student specializing in art. ”

There are actually no classes in the first year of high school, and there is no art class, but this girl is more like a preparatory class. While taking cultural classes in the first year of high school, she also learns painting from the senior students.

"Qiao Liang? Bridge? bridge…"

Oh, it turns out that the game ID is like this.

An Ting muttered and said: "She is still an extraordinary master. "

"Ah...? ”

All the boys in the class looked at Anting with hungry eyes, as if if this information was true, that girl was the goddess in their minds, and they would kneel down and lick her hard.
< br />An Ting looked at these beasts, took a breath, and said: "That's nonsense. "

"Tch~! ”

An Ting is not particularly interested in that girl, and there should be no interactions with her in the future.

However.

That’s how slaps in the face in reality come. Quickly.

At five o'clock in the afternoon that day, the military training ended. Anting sat with Gao Fei, Wang Zihong, Lin Shengwu and Lu Ren, and took off their shoes one by one. Without exception, all of them were worn out. The heel is broken.

There is nothing we can do about it.

The shoes issued by the school may not be completely suitable, they are either a little too big or a little too big.
< br /> In addition, it is summer and the temperature is too high. Many people do not wear mid-calf socks, but short socks, and some people wear boat socks against the weather.

It not only wears out the heels , and my feet were also very sore. The soles of these shoes were too hard and the insoles kept slipping out.

An Ting and others put on hemostatic patches, which temporarily solved the heel problem, but left foot soreness. And the problem of insoles slipping out

At this moment, Wang Zihong stood up and suggested: "I heard it from my cousin who was in military training at the university - they also encountered this problem. Usually it is solved by using towels, which are used as insoles. "

Although Anting is a reborn person, he has never had military training. This is the first time he has heard of this method.

"Then the question is, who is going to get the M scarf? ? ”

If you want to get a M scarf, there are generally only two ways - first, go to a girl to ask for it; second, go to the canteen to buy it.

The first one will definitely not work. , will definitely be regarded as a hooligan. In this way, we can only rely on the second method to solve the problem.

A group of boys looked at each other, squinted their eyes, and silently extended a hand Hands.

“Scissors…”

“Stone…”

Anting: “No! ! ! ”

Good night