On and off campus

Along the way, Han Jingyi thoroughly practiced the phrase "I won't tell you anymore", no matter how much Cheng Ziyi babbled in front of him, he remained silent—in fact, he couldn't say it, his throat was throbbing. It hurts, he used all his mouth to exchange carbon dioxide.

Cheng Ziyi raised his head to look at the rearview mirror from time to time. Han Jingyi looked a little depressed, his gentle and handsome face was slightly pale, and he looked sick. He leaned against the car window, his eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Out of curiosity, he took the initiative to ask: "Are you looking at the scenery?"

The sudden sound startled Han Jingyi, and he quickly came back to his senses. He quietly watched the colorful lights passing by outside the car window, and squeezed out a small "um" from his throat.

Cheng Ziyi laughed immediately: "Hey, let me tell you, you have a pretty good relationship with the students in your class. Seeing that the teacher is sick, that kid really cares about you."

"Oh, he is nice, but he is a bit stubborn."

"Stubborn? Do I think he has done something to you and must change?"

"Don't be stupid." Han Jingyi looked at him contemptuously, "This kid is talented and willful! It's okay to behave differently from ordinary people, and the words on his mouth are not beautiful at all, and he looks so clumsy when he puts on a cover."

After getting along for such a period of time, Tang Feize's style of doing things in his own way is not fully understood, but he also understands [-]% or [-]%. If he is asked to evaluate Tang Feize's style as accurately as possible, he thinks he can only quote the current situation. To sum it up with a fiery set of presidents - Hey, student, you have successfully caught my attention.

As soon as this inexplicable idea came up, Han Jingyi couldn't help but shudder at his strange brain.

Cheng Ziyi, who was operating steadily in front, shrank suddenly, and the car body also swayed. Unfortunately, Han Jingyi, whose face was facing the window, was knocked in the face, and then a burst of earth-shattering laughter broke out: "Hahahahahahahaha! Han Teacher, you will also go to see that kind of thing! I thought I only saw it in the hands of junior high school girls hahahahahahahaha."

...Han Jingyi's face turned black and he became Mr. Bao.

Why did he accidentally reveal his mental activities just now? Damn it!

"Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself." After the psychological struggle, he said so calmly.

In the end, the car returned to calm, and the car was still moving forward steadily. The two of them maintained the same tacit understanding on the road and remained silent.

Han Jingyi's physical fitness has always been very good. If it is not a serious illness, such as a particularly severe fever, or a cold that has not improved for several days, he can usually solve it by himself at home, and rarely goes to the hospital.

Perhaps because of his early memories, he has always been apprehensive about places like the hospital, and the image of the hospital in his heart has never been good—it's like a white ocean, everywhere and pervasive, enveloping everyone. As a traveler, the feeling of oppression and suffocation is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Cheng Ziyi took him to the registration office to register, and then found the relevant outpatient clinic and sat down on a row of benches outside the clinic to wait.

Han Jingyi bent slightly, but tensed unconsciously, his hands seemed to rest on his legs casually, his eyes seemed to scan the surroundings unintentionally, and his heart was suffocated by the familiar and unfamiliar colors.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

While thinking about it, he twisted his neck slightly, and made a very relaxed and indifferent look.He turned his head to Cheng Ziyi and said, "You should have something else to do, right? I'm fine, you can go back first. I'll take a taxi and go back later."

Cheng Ziyi waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, since I brought you out, I have to bring you back no matter what."

"Let's go out and eat something later. Don't worry about the pile of unnutritious junk food at home. Try it yourself. If it doesn't work, go out to eat. You don't need to wrong yourself."

"I really didn't wrong myself, I just wanted convenience."

Cheng Ziyi frowned in disapproval, and Han Jingyi quickly explained: "But this is also good, I can save some money, I want to save it until the next semester, and buy something for each student in my class."

"It's a commemoration, isn't it... This is my first battle, the first time, there will always be some special feelings... The first time teaching, the first time preparing for the battle, the first time worrying about the future of the students..." He Stretching out his slender fingers, he tapped his legs subconsciously, in order to pass the time with the sparse conversation between the two.

"I've always been curious about how you got Tang Feize out of Lao Wang's class. Lao Wang has always paid close attention to him, and from time to time he yelled at me that the first place in this exam would definitely fall to their class. Later, the result It really surprised me, he actually proposed to the school to be transferred to your class, but the level of performance is quite different from before."

Han Jingyi still clasped his knees lightly with his hands, trying his best to suppress his involuntary glances.What Cheng Ziyi said has long been familiar. Whenever Tang Feize is mentioned, the first associated word that comes to mind must be his former class teacher—and then troubles come. Almost every teacher will want to explore the truth. Curiosity Heart, and then ask him, why did he come to your class?

"I used to be in class one for a while, but was assigned to the current class."

"Why did he come to my class?" Han Jingyi said in a low voice, not sure if he was asking Cheng Ziyi for an answer or talking to himself, his soft and hoarse voice diffused in the quiet hallway, different Cheng Ziyi's uncontrollable heart skipped a beat when the clear and moist voice of the past seemed to be filled with strange magic power.

"Next, Han Jingyi."

The doctor's voice came faintly from the consultation room, and Han Jingyi immediately got up and entered with the medical records. Cheng Ziyi felt that the seat around him was suddenly emptied, and the originally delicate atmosphere instantly dissipated.

He took out his phone and opened the screen to scan WeChat, waiting patiently for Han Jingyi to come out.

Within 10 minutes, Han Jingyi walked out with a piece of paper in cursive handwriting.

Cheng Ziyi looked away from the phone, stood up and asked, "How is it?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just an acute inflammation of the flat strips. Maybe I've been a little angry recently." Han Jingyi shrugged.

"Oh," Cheng Ziyi nodded, and quickened his pace to keep up with him, "Where are you going to eat? What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything now. If I have to choose, I can go home and cook a bowl of porridge to support myself."

Cheng Ziyi immediately questioned: "Can you cook?".

"Have you never eaten pork, have you never seen a pig run?"

The slender peach blossom eyes immediately bent into two crescent moons, "How can a bowl be enough? I'm still waiting for your treat, so I'll do my best to help you out."

Hearing this, Han Jingyi froze in his tracks, and said with emotion: "Brother, your girlfriend must be much older. Look at my brother who is still a bachelor. When will I introduce a few?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I lived among thousands of flowers back then, and not a single leaf touched my body. I worked hard to learn the skills of picking up girls, just for my true love in the future." Cheng Ziyi replied modestly.

"Understood, I understand."

The corner of Han Jingyi's mouth twitched, and he grinned a meaningful smile.