Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan went to the hospital.

After talking with the doctor for an hour, I gradually relaxed.

Yes, no matter how frightened or uneasy, what should happen will still happen, and it won't be because he is worried. If he is afraid, these things will not happen.

Let it take its course, this is the most important word Ling Huan caught in this hour.

It's only a few days before Chinese New Year. This year's Chinese New Year is late, and last year there were only three months left before the college entrance examination. Ling Huan called Qiao Mohan, but no one answered.

He took a deep breath, put down his phone and went back to school.

He can no longer take leave.

My concentration in the afternoon was surprisingly good. I don't know if it was because I spent money to find someone to chat with.

Fatty and the others saw that he had really returned to normal, so they were relieved.

"Why do I bother this oval so much!" Zhang Mingxuan was furious in front, "Suddenly I really want to go to Xinjiang."

Qin Feng smiled, "But can you come back? Don't take the risk of losing your life just because of this."

Ling Huan was even more worried, and said truthfully, "That's obviously a few hundred points." This is the difference between regions.

His current math level is hovering at ninety percent, and it is estimated that he will die in three months.

Of the four, Qin Feng is the most versatile, and the fat man is not partial to subjects. Both he and Zhang Mingxuan are lame in mathematics.

That night, Ling Huan stayed in the classroom until eleven o'clock before going back. He had just sorted out the knowledge points, so he had to race against time to find out the problems.

I didn't plug in my headphones until one o'clock and went to bed.

The next morning at 05:30, I got up early and went to the classroom. Liberal arts needs to be recited too much. Only by continuing to the end without stopping for a moment can there be a good result.

The only bad thing is that he has no time to look at his phone.

At the end of the year, Qiao Mohan was busy spinning around, but he didn't receive Ling Huan's call, and when he dialed back, he didn't answer it again.

The man felt that he really raised a wayward young boy.

At lunch, Ling Huan got up to go to eat, Qin Feng directly held him down, "I'll go, you squint here for a while, I'll bring it back for you."

During the break, he slept on his stomach for a few minutes, and he was not as tired as he imagined, but when the surroundings quieted down, Ling Huan couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep directly.

Until Qin Feng came back, he heard Ling Huan's cell phone was vibrating.

He didn't wake up in such a situation. Qin Feng reckoned that he was really tired. He looked at the screen, President Qiao?

This nickname... Well, it's domineering enough!

Still on the phone, he took a look and there were already three missed calls, afraid of something urgent, Qin Feng answered it for him.

"Hey?"

"You are?" Qiao Mohan frowned.

Qin Feng quickly explained, "Hello, brother, I'm Qin Feng. Ling Huan fell asleep on the table. If you have something urgent, I will pick it up for him first."

"Asleep? Didn't have a good rest yesterday?" Qiao Mohan asked.

"Well, it's not long before the college entrance examination. He read the book at one o'clock yesterday, and woke up again at 05:30 in the morning. This is going to make up for sleep." Qin Feng explained.

"I see."

Qin Feng held the phone that had already been hung up, shaking his body, where did he say the wrong thing?

When Ling Huan got up, his face was covered with bruises, he took the meal and ate it, looking extremely hungry, "Wake up so early and don't eat breakfast, do you think you can do this, staying up late to study is fine, but physical strength We have to keep up."

Ling Huan nodded fiercely, "Yes, yes, I am too cold, and there is no time to talk about it."

Qin Feng stared at him, "Then you won't call the three of us, where are your hands?"

"Okay, okay, I see, I will call you tomorrow." Ling Huan said while eating. "Didn't the geography in the afternoon say to adjust the course? Can you make up the math for me in the afternoon?"

Qin Feng reluctantly threw the phone in front of him, "No, your Brother Qiao called, I'll answer it for you."

Ling Huan paused with his chopsticks, and asked casually, "...Oh, what did you say?"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, "No, you haven't reconciled yet?"

"What, what, how can we make up without arguing." Ling Huan said, "Let's go, class will start soon, I have to finish eating quickly."

In the afternoon self-study, Qin Feng and Fatty changed places to help Ling Huan with math.

Ling Huan directly took out all the papers he had brushed these days, and Qin Feng was so frightened that he trembled, "No way, I can exchange my brain for you."

"Oh, not much, not much, it can be done in one afternoon."

So when Qiao Mohan was standing in front of Ling Huan's window with his dinner in the afternoon, he was still grabbing Qin Feng to give him the last question, and it was already the time for get out of class to end in the afternoon.

Fatty and Zhang Mingxuan pointed out the window to them, Ling Huan was still struggling with how he didn't even think of such a simple formula, Qin Feng saw the person outside the window first, his body shook unconsciously, and then pulled away The distance between Ling Huan and Ling Huan.

Ling Huan belatedly raised his head and glanced outside, and after just one glance, he couldn't help but get reddened eyes.

I just felt that all the grievances in the past two days came up together, afraid that I would lose my composure, and then I immediately looked back.

There were quite a few people left in the classroom, Ling Huan could only adjust his mood and follow the man out.

Qiao Mohan was wearing a long padded jacket with a suit that hadn't been changed inside. When he saw him coming to him, he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head.

Fatty looked inside and couldn't help but envy, "I really want to have such a brother, it's great."

Qin Feng rolled his eyes wide at the ceiling, and thought, "Brother fart, brother Qing is pretty much the same."

At this time, the two of them had nowhere to go, and it was freezing everywhere, so Ling Huan could only lead them to the dormitory.

Looking at Ling Huan's stiff back, Qiao Mohan regretted what he said that day.

When he arrived at the dormitory, Qiao Mohan closed the door behind his back, and Ling Huan pulled out a chair for him, "Sit here."

Qiao Mohan sat down and put the thermos box in his hand on the table, "Come and sit down too, the food is still hot, eat while it's hot."

Ling Huan also walked up to the man and sat down, watching Qiao Mohan open the lunch box, take out the dishes one by one and put them on the desk.

He bit his lower lip, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I just came back from the company, so I didn't have time to eat." Qiao Mohan said, "I just packed it and came here. We haven't eaten together for several days."

Ling Huan nodded, looking down at the chopsticks in front of him.

Sitting side by side, Qiao Mohan pinched the back of his neck behind him, "Are you angry with me?"

Ling Huan shook his head again.

Qiao Mohan thought he couldn't speak anymore, but he heard him say, "No."

The man laughed, "How dare you say no, it's clearly written on your face."

Qiao Mohan put beef brisket in front of him, Ling Huan suddenly raised his head, and said seriously, "No really."

The man froze for a moment, then smiled again, and picked up the beef brisket in his bowl again and brought it to his mouth, "Okay, open your mouth."