On and off campus

After the dreamlike night of the school celebration, Cheng Ziyi brought his camera as a gift the next day after work, as if to offer condolences to Han Jingyi who was still suffering from a high fever.

Although Han Jingyi's temperature was a bit scary and her cheeks were still slightly pink, she seemed to be in good spirits.It's just that eye-catching towel on his forehead looks a little silly.

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"Don't tell me, although these guys are singing a little bit, they are full of anger." Han Jingyi took the camera, drew a finger on the paused screen, and tapped the faces of the three people above, " Especially this, you see, the kind of vitality unique to teenagers is fully revealed."

"It's pretty good." Cheng Ziyi agreed and echoed.

Han Jingyi then sighed: "As expected, I taught it. It really looks good to me!" He rolled his eyes around, and suddenly remembered something, and asked him, "Which one is our class?"

Cheng Ziyi's face suddenly became a little embarrassed.The few students in Han Jingyi's class sang well, but it doesn't mean that the others' level is low. This year's school celebration party can be said to be the best in previous years.

This also led to an even match between the parties, but the result of the referee was deadlocked-it is said that several judges at the time were almost entangled with choice phobia.

In the end, they selected three programs with special prizes, and Class 32 of Senior High School won the first prize. As a result, they fell out of the top three in the ranking, undoubtedly being left behind.

Cheng Ziyi was still worrying about whether he should go to appease the patient; or should he tell the truth and explain the result, who would have thought that Han Jingyi would suddenly interject and say, "Are you thinking about how to use your impoverished brain to beautify your rhetoric? "

"Forget it, isn't it just a school celebration party for students to exchange experience and carry forward their excellence? Are you so serious about the ranking?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

What Han Jingyi said was calm, but Cheng Ziyi was suddenly taken aback.

Cheng Ziyi's whole body trembled, and his brain went cold almost instantly.Isn't that right? Isn't this just for celebration and for people's entertainment and relaxation? Since when did he have so many thoughts of chasing names in his mind?He has taught several classes of students, and he only pays attention to the results and rankings of competitions or exams. Competition makes people improve, but it is easy to get lost.

But for a moment, I forgot that many things cannot be measured by rankings. That is a kind of blasphemy, and it is the contempt of an excellent work.

Cheng Ziyi felt lost, and sighed slightly: "You're right, there's no need to be serious about these. I was really worried about the students' big exams for a while, and I accidentally confused things up."

"I'm not very clear about the specific rankings of the competition. Anyway, the school has set up three classes for the special prize, five classes for the first prize, and ten classes for the second prize. As for the third prize... I didn't pay attention."

Han Jingyi finished flipping through the programs of her own class, pressed the page up button to enjoy the programs of other classes, listened attentively to what Cheng Ziyi had said, and nodded with great satisfaction.

The latter was confused: "What do you mean? What do you think?"

Han Jingyi returned the things to him contentedly, and said in a concluding speech: "Youth is wonderful, and the students are all outstanding. I understand why people always like to compare children and students to the flowers of the motherland."

"You are still in the prime of life, this is the first session, you will bring some in the future, and you will worry about some."

The corners of Han Jingyi's lips curled up, and he shrugged: "That's not bad, isn't life supposed to be full of responsibilities and challenges?"

"That's true," Cheng Ziyi inadvertently saw the medicine on the bedside table, "Have you taken the medicine after looking at it for so long?"

The corner of Han Jingyi's mouth suddenly collapsed: "I almost forgot, the towel on my forehead seems to be almost dry, I'm going to soak it in water."

As soon as he stood up, he was pushed down by a hand. Cheng Ziyi bent down and took off the towel from his forehead, "I'll help you, you'd better lie down obediently."

Han Jingyi didn't move any more when he heard the words, tapped his fingers on the quilt to beat the beat, and couldn't help humming a song, the tune was exactly the one Tang Feize sang that night.

The setting sun was slanting, and the sky outside the window seemed to be ignited with crimson flames. The warm orange light poured into the window, making Han Jingyi's cheeks flushed, and the breeze accompanied by singing was full of tranquility and ease.

Holding the towel, Cheng Ziyi stared at him for a long time, but in the end he still didn't have the nerve to speak.

It wasn't until Han Jingyi sang a song that he still wanted to play another song, and he had no choice but to say: "I brought the towel. Stop singing and rest."

Han Jingyi was stunned, and slowly turned to look at him. It was still the same warm side profile, the same scallion-white fingertips, the same soft and gentle voice—and the man who had already left home and traveled to the universe and the stars. A dry howling tune that can't be sung at all.

Just listening to it can make people feel unloved... Who would have thought that Han Jingyi, who has such a good voice, would be so deadly when he sang orz "Ahem," Han Jingyi said calmly, "You are so slow."

Still wanting to say something, he felt a burst of dampness covering his forehead, and he could not help but squint his eyes comfortably and let Cheng Ziyi busy.

"Wait..." Han Jingyi suddenly pushed away the towel, and her hair was wet and stuck together.

The wet bangs on his forehead made people feel uncomfortable, so he simply reached out and pushed them up, revealing his plump and smooth forehead, showing his handsome facial features, making Han Jingyi look more energetic.

He raised his chin slightly: "Okay."

Cheng Ziyi paused, but noticed a not-so-obvious abnormality on his forehead with sharp eyes.

"Hey, why do you have a scar on your forehead?" Cheng Ziyi moved closer, staring at Han Jingyi with all his attention.Without the cover of bangs, his smooth forehead completely fell into his eyes.The only flaw is a small piece of light-colored skin on the forehead, which looks a bit abrupt in the whiteness, but it is not easy to detect if you don't look carefully.

"This, it's actually nothing. It's just a small injury I suffered when I was a child. It's nothing serious. It's been many years." Hearing what he said, Han Jingyi put his hand on his forehead involuntarily, and gently stroked the shallow skin with his fingertips. Faint traces, his eyes suddenly floated up.

"Small injury?" To be able to hurt this place, he dared to preliminarily conclude that it must be related to the forehead being knocked.

Sensing Cheng Ziyi's suddenly strange eyes, Han Jingyi grabbed the towel in embarrassment, and covered it with his own hands, "I'm thinking about something messy, I'm fine, don't worry, I won't mislead my son."

"Then... have you eaten yet?" Cheng Ziyi held back for a long time and finally found a topic that could be changed.

"No."

"Then shall I buy it back for you?"

"What's the trouble?" Han Jingyi covered his forehead with one hand, bent sideways to the bedside table, pulled out the second drawer, and took out a hand of cards from it.

With a flick of his wrist, all kinds of cards with pictures of dishes printed on them fell on the bed like a goddess scattered flowers. Han Jingyi leaned against the bedside, with a rather chic taste: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you."

Cheng Ziyi picked and picked among the dizzying names of dishes, and chose one that looked quite delicate, "This one."

"Are you sure?" Han Jingyi's eyes showed some depth.

"Um……"

"I'm a patient. Which patient have you seen eat junk food?" God knows how hard it took him to restrain himself from the urge to slap him in the face!

During the dispute, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"I'll drive!" Han Jingyi jumped off the bed, dropped the towel and ran out.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm talking about the noodle shop next to KFC..."

"No way..." Han Jingyi saw a familiar figure through the cat's eyes, and happily opened the door; but the moment he saw someone coming, he was suddenly stunned.The visitor was also taken aback, as if he saw an emotion called despair in his eyes.

Han Jingyi's head was blank, his kind and kind smile was magnified in his sight, but his smile was a bit ghostly.

He was dumbfounded, look what he saw, the family bucket, large.

"Whale, long time no see, miss me." The visitor immediately smiled and gave him a bear hug, and the strong smell of New Orleans roasted wings rushed into his nostrils.