knife back man

"Madman, you lead the team." Qiao Yue led a group of fighters to the playground. What methods could their class have, tutoring, persuasion, the school used only the most direct method.

Wen Qu asked him to deal with this matter, apologizing or really believing him, and he dealt with it in his own way, hating running even more than tutoring his class.

"Do you really want to run five laps?" Lin Zifeng leaned closer to Qiao Yue's ear and said.

"What else?" Qiao Yue pushed him away, "Run."

"Run and go~"

"One two one, one two one."

Wen Qu stood by the window of the office, which happened to be able to see the playground.

The phone rang untimely, Wen Qu answered, "Hello."

"Wen Qu, are you out for a drink?" On the other side of the phone was a voice that Wen Qu hadn't heard for many years, and that person was still the same, saying the interrogative sentence as well as the affirmative sentence.

"When did you come back?"

"Why don't you answer the question? Are you out for a drink?"

"Don't go."

"Then hang up." Luo Ban immediately hung up the phone without saying a word of nonsense.

When did he come back? Yesterday, or earlier, Wen Qu found their university’s WeChat group, and Luo Ban really talked in it. He hasn’t changed a bit for so many years.

"I am back."

Luo Ban just said a word, and a group of people replied, "You're back?"

"You still know how to come back?"

"You are ashamed of the motherland, and the motherland no longer wants you."

A 99+ was generated every minute, and someone asked, "Where is Master Wen? Why doesn't he come out?"

Then many people started to @ him, Wen Qu deleted the typed words and poured a glass of water, Qiao Yue and the others had already finished running, Lin Zifeng was hanging on him, Qiao Yue threw his hand off, and said something, a group of people The people are like a group of ducklings, stumbling around.

Luo Ban would go for a jog every morning, running around the playground until the two of them couldn't run anymore.

"Bang bang bang."

"Enter."

Joe came in and sat on the sofa, complaining, "I'm exhausted."

Wen Qu put the water next to him, "Why did you run after me? Let me rub it for you?"

"What do you think? If I don't run with them, who will be convinced? I didn't fight with them in this fight, and I wasn't punished with them. How can I?" Qiao Yue bent down and squeezed his calf, and said, "Next class I will bring them to your office to write a review."

"Okay, you can figure it out."

Qiao Yue asked tentatively, "This matter is over?"

"can."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Chen Li is on the list, and those who can't be stopped." Wen Qu sat down next to him, "I won't put any pressure on you, just keep doing it if you can. If you think it's appropriate to do so, just do it, don't worry about me, if the grade office has any opinions, I will take care of it for you."

Qiao Yue held the water glass in his hand, stared at the ripples in the water and said, "Thank you."

I really should say thank you. Mrs. Wu wanted to replace him more than once before, but he was not willing to give way. Qiao Yue only believed in one sentence, mine is mine.

Mrs. Wu had no other choice, she did everything by herself, and finally she was so angry that she was half dead.

After this incident, everything seemed to be on the right track. Wen Qu would accompany them in the classroom every day; the relationship between the teacher and their class eased a little; Su Qian gradually integrated into the atmosphere of their class.

Qiao Yue would occasionally go to Wenqu's office to recite words during self-study in the afternoon. Wenqu never forced him, and occasionally bought some snacks for the two of them to eat alone in the office; Lin Zifeng and Liao Jinze were like a couple in love, exuding the sourness of love every day stink.

Wen Qu distributed moon cakes to everyone before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, wishing everyone a happy family.

Qiao Yue came home from the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lin Qiao cooked a large table of meals by herself, and put the dishes she thought were delicious into Qiao Zhengyang's bowl, "Honey, try this."

"Little San'er." Lin Qiao called out, "Did you live at Lin Zifeng's house last week?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yue replied vaguely, he didn't dare to let Lin Qiao and the others know that he lived in Wen Qu's house.

"Nonsense." Qiao Zhengyang put his chopsticks on the bowl and looked at him coldly, "Who taught you to lie?"

"I didn't." Joe said harder.

Qiao Zhengyang continued to talk with a cold face, Lin Qiao smiled and said, "Oh, if you don't have it, you don't have it, come on, my dear, this is delicious too."

"That's right, if I say no, then there won't be. Wen Qu is my homeroom teacher, why should I go to sleep at his house if I have nothing to do?" Qiao Yue peeled a shrimp and dipped it in ginger juice.

"Then you and him go to the 17th?" Qiao Zhengyang asked. Qiao Yue shook the shrimp and dropped it into the ginger juice. Qiao Zhengyang continued, "Xiao Yue, why did you fight and skip class this year? Me and you Mom's already paying attention to you, you don't need to do these things to get our attention."

Qiao Yue stuffed the prawns into his mouth and resisted the urge to lift the table. He had to finish the meal well, "Dad, I understand what you said, and I won't make trouble anymore."

focus on?Qiao Yue sneered in his heart, sending money to his card every month to ensure that he wouldn't die just to pay attention?The two of them went to the parents' meeting several times. If it wasn't for Wenqu, even if he lived with him, he might not know it.

Qiao Nan couldn't take it anymore, and interjected, "This fish is delicious."

"That's right, I fried this fish first, and then stewed it." Lin Qiao said as she picked up a piece of fish and put it in Qiao Yue's bowl, "Little San'er, take a bite, isn't it very crispy?"

His mother sings about the bad face, and his father sings about the bad face. After so many years, Qiao Yue has also seen through it. He picked up the fish and ate it, and said with a smile, "The empress's fish is getting better and better, teach me sometime." , I have time to give you a taste."

"Tomorrow." Lin Qiao said with a smile.

Qiao Yue is actually the child they owe the most. He was raised in a honeypot when he was a child. When the old man died, Qiao Yue was only in elementary school. Sending a child to his grandma's house is like sending a little prince to the countryside, but at least it doesn't grow crooked.

The fifth grade brought him back, and Xiao Qiao fell in love with basketball more and more, and made friends with Lin Zifeng, but unexpectedly, that happened again. The two old people doted on this grandson more than their own grandson. He rushed to the city to pick up Qiao Yue, but it took a full year for Qiao Yue to recover before he started communicating with people.

Lin Qiao would go back to see Qiao Yue every year. Qiao Yue became more and more handsome, but his temper became worse and worse. Before he went to high school and became the devil of the world, Lin Qiao took Qiao Yue back despite tearing face with two old people. .

Lin Qiao sighed watching Qiao Yue's face buried in his meal, but this child brought back all his bad tempers, and he didn't hide it, but he endured it at home. No matter what he said, he would not quarrel. It hurts to see.

Lin Qiao thought that Qiao Yue was doing it to make them happy as parents, and for the sake of family harmony. Qiao Yue just felt that there was no need to quarrel with them. It doesn't matter what happens to them.

"I'm full." Qiao Yue put down his chopsticks and left the dining table. He wanted to stay for a symbolic stay, but his father felt that he was really uncomfortable.

"Stay away from Wenqu." Qiao Zhengyang reminded him again after he left the dinner table.

"understood."

Qiao Yue went back to the house and threw himself on the bed. Eating a meal was like fighting a war. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and the words "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" jumped out one by one.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qiao Yue looked at the moon hanging in the sky outside and wanted to compose a poem. After holding back for a long time, he came up with two words, which are really round.

The author has something to say:

Chen Li is on the list, and those who can't stop.It comes from "The Analects of Confucius. Ji's General Fighting Zhuanyu", which means that if you can display your talents, you will accept the position; if you cannot display your talents, you will resign and abdicate.