I can't beat her

Wen Wen didn't ride the bike into Changshao Street in the morning, the sound of the sports car stopped abruptly as soon as the car roared on the street, she got out of the car, took off her helmet and fixed the glasses frame, and neatly smoothed her messy hair to her ears Then she turned around, pursed her lips habitually, and blended into the street that formed a great contrast with her image.

It is not yet 07:30, but the workers and hawkers living on Changshao Street are almost eating buns on the side of the street at this time, rubbing their eyes, pedaling little sheep or tricycles, or bicycles, ready to go to work up.

In such a crowd of twos and threes, dazed, Wen Wen was dressed in formal attire, carrying a [-] cm long briefcase in one hand, and casually pocketing it in the trousers pocket with the other, which attracted people's attention.

Fan Xiaozhu specially bought ingredients for Ami to make soup. By the way, she cooked noodles for breakfast. She started cooking after six o'clock. Now that the soup is almost ready, she wanted to wait for Ami to come down and cook the noodles.

After finishing all these, she put the medicine she just brought on the table, set the mirror, and then turned her back to the mirror, holding the medicine in her hand but didn't know what to do.

There was a scrape on the back, not from the competition, Fan Xiaozhu couldn't help being a little angry when he saw it.Because it is an underground boxing arena, from time to time there will be some people who block punches and lose. They will make a lot of noise and gather crowds to make trouble.

It was so chaotic that Fan Xiaozhu couldn't remember what the person who chopped her looked like, but luckily it wasn't serious.

Wen Wen would arrive after seven o'clock every time, seeing that the door was closed, he didn't knock or bark, and stood at the window waiting for Ami to come downstairs.

For the student Ami, Wen Wen didn't have a particularly deep impression. He just thought that the little girl was very handsome and well-behaved. Compared with other visually impaired students, her mentality was relatively stable and she would not make noise.

Compared with Ami, Wen Wen has a deeper impression of Ye Zhiqiu.

Even if Ye Zhiqiu didn't speak, standing there, people could feel her excellence, from head to toe, she matched the word "exquisite", especially when she knew that she was a doctor, she was slightly surprised by her gentleness.

It is really rare to be able to maintain elegance anytime, anywhere while busy with work. The most important thing is that such a special woman can take time out to take care of a blind man who has nothing to do with it.

It's puzzling.

Wen Wen watched the people and things in the house through the window, the lens flickered faintly behind the steaming soup pot, and there was no trace of waves in the slender eyes.She stared blankly at the girl with a cropped hair in the room, but she was struggling with the relationship between Ami and Ye Zhiqiu in her heart.

The tuition she charged was not cheap, Ye Zhiqiu paid most of it, and Ami paid a small amount.This is why?

The tattoo was too complicated, Wen Wen was still in a daze, motionless, but finally began to think about the scene in front of him.Are you going to fight?

I don't know if I lost or won.

Fan Xiaozhu changed his left hand to his right hand, holding a cotton swab in his hand, he didn't know what to do, and he couldn't find his back, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, so he took off his loose shirt again, so that he could get both hands out.

This will touch the wound a little bit.

Fan Xiaozhu looked at the medicine in the bottle, gritted his teeth, thinking that he should just pour it out.She was also worried that it would fall directly on the floor, so she was about to get up and find something to spread.

As soon as she stood up, she found that she was motionless. Teacher Wen, who was almost as tall as the frame of the window, was staring at her seriously.

Ah, I thought there were tattoos on the chest too - what would it look like on the chest?Do you circle around?Gentle is still immersed in thinking about tattoos, focused and meticulous.

"Wen, Teacher Wen." Fan Xiaozhu felt chills all over his body, and his eyes through the window were motionless and slightly squinted, as if a sharp knife was about to cut her open to ponder.

Under the call of the voice, Wen Wen finally put away his dazed state and nodded slightly: "Open the door for me."

Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly put on his clothes, and then went to open the door.Probably because of Ami's influence, she felt scared every time she saw Teacher Wen.

If I hadn't been a boxer, I might have run away from her.Fan Xiaozhu thought so in his heart.

Wen Wen didn't know what Fan Xiaozhu was thinking, came in and put the bag on the table, then turned to stare at the meat that was still stewing on the stove, then lowered his head and picked up the medicine bottle on the table, turned his head slightly , the glasses slid down a little.

Fan Xiaozhu shrunk down, her delicate brows frowning into a straight horoscope, and then she heard Teacher Wen order indifferently: "Sit down."

Fan Xiaozhu is a typical scumbag, the kind who hides quickly when he meets a teacher at school, stutters and cannot speak when he is called by the teacher, what he likes most is the teacher's disappointing sound of sitting down.

Reflexively, Fan Xiaozhu wrapped her loose and slightly messy shirt and sat quietly on the stool by the table.

Wen Wen didn't say much, just bowed his head and squinted his eyes slightly, Fan Xiaozhu took off his clothes, and exposed his back to Wen Wen's gaze.

It hurts a little itchy, a little cold, and a little warm at the same time.

The lotion applied is red, and if you apply a little more, it will spread around, which is extremely ugly.As an obsessive-compulsive disorder, mildness is somewhat unbearable.

Be sure to apply it straight and just right. Every time you apply it, gently dry the potion so that it does not smear and look out of place with the surrounding tattoos.

If I have enough time, I can draw a new tattoo.Wen Wen thought about it, and glanced at the time by the way.

It stands to reason that Ami should come down and open the door at this point.But she heard Xiao Zhu's voice downstairs, so she still hugged the phone and sat by the bed waiting for Zhiqiu's call.

At seven o'clock in the morning, she called Zhiqiu, but Zhiqiu didn't answer.

She remembered that Zhiqiu's normal commute time today, in the past, Zhiqiu would definitely pick up, but this time she didn't know why she didn't.

Ami was a little apprehensive, wondering if something happened to Zhiqiu, maybe she was sick.It was the words said yesterday that made Zhiqiu angry.

In short, when Ami said yesterday that she didn't want to study, Zhiqiu was a little unhappy.

When Zhiqiu is unhappy, he will talk a lot and reason with Ami.So Ami was a little afraid that Zhiqiu would be reasonable, and would always interrupt her uncontrollably.

The more Zhiqiu talks, the more useless Ami will feel.Some don't understand, and some find it difficult to do even if they understand.When Zhiqiu was speaking the truth, Ami almost understood it, Zhiqiu was saying, what you are doing is wrong.

"It's wrong for you to do this." An indifferent voice came to mind.

Ami was so lost in thought that she didn't notice that Wen Wen had already gone upstairs.

Wen Wen was standing by the table at this time, and with a quick glance, he noticed that there were several large sheets of draft paper full of words on the table, and Ye Zhiqiu was written stroke by stroke on the paper.

Ami subconsciously carried the phone behind her back, as if afraid of being snatched away: "Morning, Mr. Wen."

"It's time for you to have breakfast, we have classes at eight o'clock."

Wen Wen left this sentence and went downstairs again, walked into the smell of the stew, found the bowls and chopsticks of Ami’s house with precise analysis ability, washed them clean, put them on the stove, and put the big man of [-] Hang sat down at the table, serious and serious.

Teacher Wen didn't say she wanted soup, but since she washed the dishes too much, Xiao Zhu had no choice but to fill three bowls of soup.

Out of fear of Teacher Wen, Ami finally put down her phone and obediently went downstairs to have breakfast.

There is no salt in the soup, the taste is bland, and the meat is scorched before stewing, so it is not oily or greasy.excellent.Wen Wen appraised the soup in his heart with peace of mind, and looked at Xiao Zhu slightly from the corner of his eyes.

It's just that the people who make the soup are weird, which is a pity.

"You guys go to class, I'll do the dishes." Xiao Zhu's eyes are okay, maybe it's because of her lack of hair, even though she is eating noodles with her head down, the top of her head is a little cold, and she knows that it must be Teacher Wen staring at her again .

Wen Wen didn't accept Xiao Zhu's arrangement, she only drank a bowl of soup and didn't eat noodles, so she acted quickly - quickly washed her bowl, washed her hands, and silently took out the glove from her bag Cream rubbed on.

Pack your bags and go upstairs.

What a terrible teacher, unsmiling.Xiao Zhu looked at Ami sympathetically.

It's time to start boring reading again.Ami sat at the table, thinking of the draft papers on the table that hadn't been put away yet, and when she reached out to touch them, she found that they were all gone.

Wen Wen leaned on the corner of the table, holding a pile of manuscript papers full of Ye Zhiqiu in his hands, flipping through one by one, and finally resting his hand on one of them.

The content on this paper is different from other papers, it says, I'm sorry, Ye Zhiqiu.

Gentlely put this piece of paper in front of Ami: "Read the content on it."

Every time it started like this, Ami tried her best to cheer up, trying to perform better, she nodded, took the paper and straightened it in front of her, stretched out her hand and began to touch along the edge of the paper.

She can read very few characters correctly and can only remember basic letters.

...but there are no words on it.Ami lowered her head slightly, and touched the whole paper with her fingers again. This time she was sure that the paper was not the paper used in class.

Ami was afraid of Teacher Wen, so she touched it carefully twice, and then she reminded Teacher Wen softly: "There are no words on it."

"Can't you touch the words you wrote yourself?" Gentle gestures took the paper back, and shook it in his hand, making the sound of the paper colliding with the air.

Gentle put the normal blind writing paper in front of Ami again, with raised dots on it: "Read these words."

Ami can basically spell and read. Although she is a little slow, she can still roughly understand what the word is by touching it a few times.

After going back and forth several times, she realized that this is Braille, sorry, Ye Zhiqiu.

"You can't even distinguish what you wrote, don't you feel sad?" Wen Wen pushed down his glasses, without any emotion in his tone, straightforward and indifferent: "You didn't apologize to Ye Zhiqiu."

"You are sorry, it is yourself."

The heavy textbook was photographed in front of Ami, Wen Wen didn't like to talk nonsense, so he just said lightly: "Let's go to class."

The author has something to say: You guys...can you give a [-]-review with confidence, every time you don't pass [-], you will cry and add updates, I don't want to lose face?