An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

Morning self-study has just begun, and the sky is dim.

The curtains in the office were not closed. Looking from a distance, the lights looked like beans. Upon closer inspection, there was still a vague shadow standing by the window.

The shadow Zhen Qingning stood in a daze, her eyes flushed from lack of sleep, she glanced out of the window from time to time, a little absent-minded.

While lamenting that a good day starts with lack of sleep, she wondered why the head teacher called her to come to the office early in the morning...

The head teacher at the desk finally cleaned up the desk, unlocked the drawer, and took out a stack of letter papers.The eyes behind the glasses were cloudy and sharp, and he asked, "You didn't go to physical education class yesterday, why were you sneaking around in the classroom?"

Zhen Qingning's first reaction was to be at a loss, and her brain, which was sluggish due to getting up early, slowly turned.Little by little, she moved her eyes from the outside to the head teacher.

She finally remembered.

Qiu Nianming had dysmenorrhea yesterday.And she went to the infirmary to buy medicine during physical education class, and while everyone was in physical education class, she sneaked back to work and stuffed the medicine in Qiu Nianming's drawer.

How do I tell the head teacher about this?After the head teacher finds out, can Qiu Nianming not know?

Qiu Nianming knew...

Zhen Qingning felt that she could already think of Qiu Nianming's disdainful and mocking face after he knew that he had given the medicine.

No, a tree has a skin, and a person has a face, so you can't recognize it even if you die!

Zhen Qingning was silent.

The homeroom teacher gave a suspicious "hmm", and the invisible oppression hit her face, and Zhen Qingning felt that she really felt the murderous aura.

She considered for a moment between telling the truth and not repenting. Before she could figure out how to find a suitable statement, the head teacher had already tacitly agreed that she had nothing to say.

——Zhen Qingning really has nothing to say.

The homeroom teacher looked at her with some disappointment: "Originally you were not serious in class, you ran out after class, and it was fine if you didn't study hard, but now you just start skipping class... Are you so tired in physical education class? Why don't you just run and play ball, You are not even willing? Do you think you are worthy of yourself? "

Zhen Qingning was speechless.

"Can't you just learn from Qiu Nianming? You see how serious he is in class, and his grades are the best every time." The head teacher hates iron for being weak.

Zhen Qingning looked at the head teacher in disbelief, opened her mouth to explain, but was finally stopped by her own reason.

No, I can't say it, I need face.

Zhen Qingning clenched her silver teeth.

Qiu Nianming... It's all Qiu Nianming.

The head teacher saw that she was silent, and threw a stack of papers on the table: "[-]-word self-criticism, hand it over to me next Monday."

But today is already Thursday... What kind of human suffering is this?

Zhen Qingning reached for the stack of papers, and the class teacher added: "You are not allowed to write in class, and the homework left by the teacher must be completed with quality and quantity. If I hear that you don't listen to the class, you will be charged an extra five thousand."

The world is not worth it.

what is this?Pit yourself?

Zhen Qingning returned to class with the letter paper that the head teacher had written her for her self-criticism, and she automatically blocked all the people who came to talk to her on the way.

She doesn't want to talk to anyone now, she keeps scolding herself for meddling in other people's business, if Qiu Nianming's stomach hurts, let her hurt, it's none of her business!

How free are you?She skipped class to buy medicine for her, and was fined to write a self-criticism for this matter.

Even being scolded by the head teacher for being inferior to her in every aspect.

I can't compare to her?

Zhen Qingning came to the classroom full of resentment.Only then did I realize that Qiu Nianming was talking to Xu Yunge.

It's not too warm today, so Qiu Nianming wore an off-white coat that was unbuttoned, revealing a white turtleneck sweater of the same color underneath.The light blue denim pencil pants underneath made the legs thin and long, and she was wearing a pair of grandma's shoes, looking weak, elegant and gentle.

The pencil pants are not long, and the uppers of the round-toed grandmother's shoes are also short, so the thin ankles and a small part of the white instep are exposed.

Zhen Qingning tugged at her sleeves, and retracted her hands into the sleeves. There were many things floating in her mind, first of all, the fair skin, and a [-]-word self-criticism, and finally she was fixed on - isn't she cold?

How uncomfortable it is to catch a cold during the menstrual period.

Thinking of this, Zhen Qingning secretly scolded herself for being worthless.She doesn't even worry about her menstrual period, why should she be a little cannon fodder?

Zhen Qingning walked a little closer, and heard Qiu Nianming softly say to Xu Yunge with a little guilt: "She is always like this, I don't know why she hates me so much, maybe I did something wrong..."

Zhen Qingning tried her best to restrain her temper.

The animal is pretending to be pitiful and speaking ill of me again.

Just like this, the head teacher still said that I am not as good as her?What am I inferior to her?Wouldn't it be better if she pretended to be pitiful?Can't compare to her double-decker?Can't compare to her sweet belly sword?

The head teacher should really let her look at her face.

The windows were wide open, and a gust of wind blew in, carrying the chill of early spring.

Zhen Qingning gathered the coat on her body and approached quietly.

Xu Yunge didn't know why Zhen Qingning was targeting Qiu Nianming, just like he didn't know why Qiu Nianming was targeting Zhen Qingning.He put down the milk in his hand, thought for a moment and explained awkwardly: "She is like this, don't bother with her."

Zhen Qingning took the letter paper given by her head teacher to write a self-criticism, and sat in her seat without saying a word.

But Qiu Nianming still came to provoke her, raised his head and asked her with concern: "Are you back? What did the teacher ask you for? Why did you get called away so early in the morning? Is it because you are not good at housekeeping and don't work on duty and you always don't make the quilt?" Did the teacher know about it?"

Innocent and pure, as if it wasn't her who spoke ill of people behind their backs—it was completely different from what she said.

Isn't this just saying that she is lazy and sloppy?

Zhen Qingning's expression was pale, and she cursed inwardly: Oh, little Bailian.

The sun rose a little higher, and it was so bright that the curtains couldn't cover the light, showing a pale yellow shadow.The lights were on in the classroom, and the grille lights were bright but not glaring.

Qiu Nianming looked up at Zhen Qingning with this light.

Zhen Qingning squinted her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooped, her pupils became darker, and there was a crease between her brows, it was hard to tell if it was listlessness or impatience.

Zhen Qingning replied as calmly as possible: "Perhaps you know that Xiao Ming's grandfather can live to be 90 years old because he never meddles in other people's business."

Qiu Nianming looked at her inexplicably, and replied innocently: "I just care about you. You always don't fold the quilt, and your name is hung on the blackboard in the hall of the dormitory every day."

"Really?" Zhen Qingning raised her eyes, cast a sideways glance at Qiu Nianming, and sneered, "You are so idle, looking at these things every day, is it because there are too few math problems or the synthesis is too simple? Have you memorized the words? Have you memorized classical Chinese? Did you come to school to study or to be a dorm supervisor?"

After hearing what they said, Xu Yunge felt that there was a breath of war in the air, as if the two armies were facing each other, and they were about to fight in the next moment.

He interrupted and said to Zhen Qingning first, "Don't be so angry, Qiu Nianming is just worried about you, and didn't mean to mock you."

Zhen Qingning choked on her breath, good guy.My good brother who I have been playing with for half a year now comes to help her after talking to this talent.

Moreover, this is not considered taunting, so what is sarcasm?

Does Qiu Nianming really have to point at her nose and call her lazy and sloppy to be considered a mockery?

However, Qiu Nianming seemed to add fuel to the fire, and smiled at Xu Yunge with a little grievance: "It's okay, I know she has this temper, I don't matter, I just care about her." She looked at Zhen Qingning again, and asked sincerely : "Don't talk about the dormitory, what is the head teacher looking for you for?"

Xu Yunge echoed Qiu Nianming, and picked up the milk: "Don't be angry, take a sip of milk to calm down. This milk is still hot, drink it quickly to warm your body."

Zhen Qingning couldn't hold back her anger anymore, so she tried her best to speak like a joke: "What are you talking about? Why did I lose my temper? Qiu Nianming is a delicate girl who loves to think too much and always jokes about being bullied, you Why are you thinking so much like girls?"

Xu Yunge pointed at himself in disbelief: "I... what's wrong with me? I kindly gave you milk, don't you like this milk very much?"

"Grandma, are you Cai Wenji?" Zhen Qingning frowned, and shouted at Xu Yunge in a cold voice: "Cai Wenji is not as good as you. Don't stay here for a talent like you, it will delay you too much. You can hurry to the canyon Use your talents here."

Xu Yunge was taught what sarcasm is by Zhen Qingning's practical actions, and he was at a loss, but just now he was still trying to persuade Zhen Qingning not to be angry, and there was no reason to be angry, so he had no choice but to pick up the milk and drink it by himself.

Qiu Nianming didn't know what happened to Zhen Qingning today, and he felt uncomfortable after being told so openly and secretly by her, so he just smiled politely at her, turned his head and stopped talking.

Zhen Qingning was angry for a while, and Qiu Nianming picked up the water glass a little irritably from the corner of her eye, and took a sip of water.Her lips were moist, her throat trembled slightly, and the saliva slid down her throat.

Zhen Qingning looked away, and turned to look at the golden pig's head on the black mug. It was like a fire had built up in her heart, and she seemed to be steaming with her breath.

She leaned back slightly, leaning on the table behind, trying not to see Qiu Nianming's table hole so obviously.

I bought ibuprofen and motherwort granules yesterday, why didn't she drink it?

I didn't see her drinking yesterday, and I didn't drink when I went back to the dormitory at night. Did you drink today?

As soon as Zhen Qingning thought of this, Qiu Nianming put down his glass and looked at her: "I drank a pack of motherwort from you today."

What?What is my Motherwort?

Zhen Qingning felt as if there was a nail on her stool, which made her want to jump up and hide on the beam.I also felt like a hot air balloon, which was punctured by Qiu Nianming's light words, and was about to fall down.

How did she know it was my Motherwort?Could she have laughed at me?I……

Zhen Qingning was irritated, her eyes widened and she retorted: "Who said it was from my motherwort?! Did you see it? It wasn't mine, are you blind?"

Qiu Nianming didn't know why she made such a big fuss, so he gave her a strange look, and only comforted himself that maybe she was also on her period.

Her menstrual period is a ghost, her menstrual period has just passed less than ten days, even if she is 17 years old, it is impossible to have a menstrual period.

Qiu Nianming was also angry, but in the end he took her things without permission, so he explained well: "I took it from your desk in the dormitory."

From... from my desk in the dormitory?

You don't know, it's fine if you don't know.

Zhen Qingning felt a bit like she was alive after a catastrophe, but she still said coldly on the surface: "Why did you tell me after you took it all? Can I still make you spit it out or drip it?"

Qiu Nianming felt unspeakably chilled, and held back his anger: "I'll buy you a box later."

"No need," Zhen Qingning waved her hand: "Anyway, I don't know who gave it to me, you can drink it."

Anyway, I don't know who gave it to you...

Qiu Nianming closed his eyes, and really began to consider the possibility of vomiting.

Zhen Qingning was still a little itchy in her heart. She remembered what she put away yesterday, and asked Qiu Nianming pretending not to care: "Didn't you have a whole box yesterday? Why did you drink mine?"

Qiu Nianming remembered the whole box of motherwort that was put in by someone in his drawer yesterday, and said casually, "I threw it away. It's better to be cautious about such unknown things."