Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

Author: Xianlv Yungui

Introduction:

Qin Zhuang is so charming that he has attracted countless scumbags to break his waist.

Slag Gong: "Make up, I love you."

Qin Zhuang: "Yes, yes, but I have a few conditions."

Slag Gong: "Tell me."

Qin Zhuang: "Put this green hat on first, and I have brought your company down, and the criminal evidence has just been handed over to the police. But I know you have a lot of adults, and you won't mind. Now we can start talking about getting back together. thing."

Slag Gong:? ? ?

Qin Zhuang: Slag Gong wants to turn back, heh, I'm a piranha.

【Reading Guide】

1. When it is broken, it is broken Queen Shou VS Fancy Turning Back Scum

2. Every scumbag is very sick, please bring a tissue to read the article.Shou will not fall in love with any scumbag, all affection depends on acting skills, the ending is 1V1 with the loyal dog.

3. Each short story is BE, and the finale is HE. Those with low psychological endurance should be cautious to enter, and cleanliness please detour.

Content label:

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qin Zhuang┃Supporting roles: Fan Qinghe, Lu Hanjiang┃Others:

One sentence introduction: Oh, you are not afraid of knocking your teeth

Conception: By depicting the joys and sorrows in life, readers can feel the beauty of life while sighing at the encounters of the characters, learn to cherish the present and look to the future.

Chapter 1 Prison Bird (1) Fan Qinghe ruined his career, love, and his best hope for this relationship, and let him fall from the illusion of being loved to the eighteenth level of hell, but now he is reaching out to save him How ridiculous is he?

When a heart is as cold as a stone, it becomes invincible. ——Xianlv Yungui

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On a rooftop more than ten meters high, a thin figure was trembling in the cold wind.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at his own head, and the trigger was under his index finger.

"Don't come here again." Qin Zhuang looked at the man who was trying to approach him a few steps away, and said in a voice so calm that it was almost dead.

Fan Qinghe couldn't continue walking.

In fact, he didn't care about it, he either rushed forward and knocked down the loaded gun, or dragged Qin Zhuang out of the dangerous area. Anyway, according to his understanding of this person, drawing the gun was nothing more than a threat. Not so courageous.

But when he saw Qin Zhuang's eyes -- eyes like ashes, eyes that could no longer ignite a little fire, he stopped.

Qin Zhuang is really not afraid of death, he would rather run to that treacherous and dark world where he can no longer be captured, than return to his side.

why?Fan Qinghe asked himself.

When he was ruined, he tried to save him, when his hope was shattered, he persisted in surviving, when he was trampled into mud, he hadn't lowered his noble head, but when he was determined to treat him well, he made it to this point.

As long as Fan Qinghe is willing to seriously enter the world of Qin Zhuang, he will find that the heart lake that should be filled with love and hope has dried up for many years, leaving only barren sand beds and continuous ravines.

And all of this was caused by him.

The sense of desperation was so clear, yet Qin Zhuang smiled lightly amid such urgency.

He knew he did it.Fan Qinghe really fell in love with him, this person could no longer hurt himself unscrupulously, every step he took became cautious, like he was acting out some ridiculous romantic comedy.

But I can't stand it anymore.

Fan Qinghe ruined his career, love, ruined his best hope for this relationship, and let him fall from the illusion of being loved to the [-]th level of hell, but now he is reaching out to hold him back, how ridiculous?

He took a deep breath, until his lungs felt a little swollen, and then he said to Fan Qinghe, "Let me go."

Let me be free, let me not have to be a plaything between your fingers like a prison bird, let me have some hope for the second half of my long life, let me leave this cramped world that is circled by you, let me have the faith to live on.

My dear dear, who I once loved deeply, has become the source of all my pain, do you understand, Fan Qinghe?

"I won't let you go, don't even think about it." Fan Qinghe shook his head, he was gambling.

Bet that Qin Zhuang wouldn't really press the trigger, if he wanted to commit suicide, he wouldn't have to wait until he came back.

He wants to leave, wants to stay with someone else, wants to never see him again, wants to disappear from his own world.

No, I will never allow it!

Fan Qinghe rushed towards Feng Qi and Qin Zhuang in a momentary loss of consciousness.

Even though his leg injury hadn't healed yet, Fan Qinghe rushed to Qin Zhuang in an instant, trying to snatch the gun from him.

I don't know who pulled the trigger, and there was a loud bang, and everything was silent.

Qin Zhuang, who was trying to bargain with Fan Qinghe just now, collapsed softly like this.

The time suddenly became extremely long, and Fan Qinghe stretched out his hand to help him in a daze, but he didn't even have time to touch Qin Zhuang's clothes, and watched the man fall heavily.

"No, it's not me..." Fan Qinghe looked at his palm and whispered wildly: "It's not me..."

"Pfft." The heart containing Qin Zhuang seemed to be shattered in the chest, the fragments pierced the chest, the sound of blood flow became clear and slow, and even the pain became illusory.

Fan Qinghe wanted to follow Qin Zhuang, but was dragged by his assistant, and fell on the hard and cold roof.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +10, the current love value is 100, and the task is completed. 】

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【antecedent】

Qin Zhuang: "The name of the task?"

System: "Zha Gong wants to turn back."

Qin Zhuang: "Well, it's vulgar enough. What's the purpose of the mission?"

System: "Break Zha Gong's psychological defense, let Zha Gong's love for you reach 100, and fulfill one of the original owner's wishes."

Qin Zhuang: "Okay, take it. Give me a hint, what is the original owner's wish?"

System: "Go back to the past."

Qin Zhuang: "It's easy, come on, travel through time and space."

The system opened the portal and said: "Friendly reminder, it is best for players not to have feelings for the character..."

Before it could tell the consequences, it was interrupted by Qin Zhuang: "Don't worry, the thing I don't like the most is scumbag."

Character: Qin Zhuang, age: 24 years old, status: lecturer of N University.

N University is just an ordinary university, the faculty is not strong, but the threshold is not low, you must be a graduate student.

Qin Zhuang had just graduated and was recommended by his mentor, so he had the opportunity to enter this school.

Today is the time for the teachers in the school to gather for dinner. As soon as Qin Zhuang opened his eyes, he saw colleagues or superiors taking turns toasting and talking loudly.

Even if he finds a relatively quiet table, he will inevitably be persuaded to drink.

In order not to destroy the character set, he could only bite the bullet and drink a couple of glasses, and occasionally he would help his female colleagues to block them to prevent them from getting too drunk and causing accidents.

After drinking and eating like this for several hours, Qin Zhuang finally got his stomach swollen, and ran to the bathroom begging for mercy.

After leaving the banquet, Qin Zhuang realized that he had drunk too much, his mind was in a daze, and he couldn't even walk steadily.

In a small passageway, seven shadows flashed before his eyes, and he almost hit the fire hydrant when he went out.

Although the body is drunk, the consciousness is not chaotic.

Qin Zhuang chatted with the system: "Isn't there a notification sound when the wish is fulfilled?"

The voice of the system came from his head: "The task has not been completed yet."

Qin Zhuang: "Huh? It's not like going back to the past."

System: "The original owner's wish may not be literal. How to realize it needs to be explored by the player himself."

Qin Zhuang: "..." Are you playing with me?That's not what you said before calling me here.

In reality, he didn't stop walking, and Qin Zhuang didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, and accidentally bumped into someone while passing the fork.

Qin Zhuang knew that an apology was right, and before he could stand still, "I'm sorry" came out first.

"It's okay." A deep and deep voice came from above, which immediately attracted Qin Zhuang's attention.

He moved his gaze up and saw a well-tailored suit on the man, making his back look straight and his figure as standard as a plane model.

Then it fell on that face, even Qin Zhuang's vision was high, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised at this time.

The man has broad eyebrows and wide eyes, looks to be in his thirties, is clean-shaven, and can faintly smell the fresh perfume from his body.

Qin Zhuang raised his head and tried his best to identify his position. Seeing that the man had no intention of pursuing, he bypassed him and went to the bathroom.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves 0. 】

The author has something to say: Fan Qinghe X Qin Zhuang, ghosts and animals paranoid years of attacking VS forbearance poor teacher suffers

Fan Qinghe accidentally touched the trigger and killed his loved one by mistake.

It is tentatively scheduled to be updated at 9:[-] every morning.

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Chapter 2 Prison Bird (2) While waiting for the traffic lights, Fan Qinghe watched him quietly from the mirror, tapped his index finger on the steering wheel, like a player playing chess on a chessboard and dropped the first black stone.The game is already in the cage, he thought.

Qin Zhuang: "Well, this man looks good, I'm very satisfied."

System: "Huh?" Don't you like it?

Qin Zhuang vomited once in the bathroom, and then he felt better.However, there was still a faint sour stomach smell between the teeth, and it was relieved after several times of rinsing.

He looked at his own reflection in the mirror, and the man who just passed by in a hurry was still lingering in his mind.

There is one thing he dare not say in front of his colleagues: he only likes men.

For this reason, he rejected the overt and secret overtures of many female colleagues, and has remained single.

His idea is simple: If you don't like it, there's no need to waste other people's time.

He is not the kind of scumbag who will delay girls' happiness for his own selfishness. Even if he is a same-sex couple, he still wants to find someone who is compatible physically and mentally and has similar interests.

When Qin Zhuang leaned on the wall and returned to the box, he bumped into the vice president and pushed the door out.

It turned out that after three rounds of drinking, they were a little tired, so they paid the bill and went out.

Qin Zhuang went to the box to get his belongings, and walked out together along the flow.

Everyone was more or less drunk and could not drive. Some called for substitute drivers, and some took taxis. After walking away in twos and threes, the number of people in the lobby instantly decreased.

Qin Zhuang saw all the important people leaving the venue, and followed the principle of courteous ladies to bid farewell to the rest. When the cool wind blew outside, he realized that he was the only one left.

Qin Zhuang stood up straight, and after the cold wind blew, he also regained some sense of consciousness.

There was no one around, and even the light from the street lamps seemed dim and shallow.

There are only a few sporadic stars in the sky, and the moon is hidden behind the layers of clouds, looking down at all living beings silently.

Qin Zhuang walked to the road and saw an off-road vehicle parked there, as if it happened by chance, or as if it had been waiting for a long time.

In order to put the "love" that was not there at all, Qin Zhuang had no choice but to take a taxi in a decent manner, and was "coincidentally" seen by Fan Qinghe, who ordered the latter to lower the window of the car.

Fan Qinghe probed and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Ah?" Qin Zhuang took a closer look and saw that it was the man who accidentally bumped into him in the corridor. He paused and explained: "Take a taxi and go home."

Fan Qinghe: "Where is your home?"

Qin Zhuang gave a rough address.He has nothing to hide, after all, the land is a famous university town, and there are at least a dozen in the community. A person there is like a needle in the sea.

As expected, Fan Qinghe laughed and said, "It's just on the way, I'll see you off."

Qin Zhuang was still very wary of strangers, and immediately refused: "No, I'll take a taxi myself, thank you."

Fan Qinghe: "I see that you haven't been stopped for a long time. You must have no car. How about I take you home and just give me the car money?"

Qin Zhuang looked at his car, and felt that he didn't look like the kind of person who would care about the cost of a car for more than ten yuan.But it didn't look like a human trafficker who would kidnap himself, so he opened the door and got in the car without struggling for a long time.

Fan Qinghe opened the rear window on the main controller, and thoughtfully suggested: "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down and have a rest. The car seat is spacious enough."

Qin Zhuang thanked him again, staggered a few times in the car, and finally lay down on the ground.

The cool breeze was blowing, and Fan Qinghe turned on the light music again, so Qin Zhuang fell asleep in the back seat not long after.

The rearview mirror of the car clearly reflected his sleeping face, his cheeks were flushed, not less refined, with an obvious scholarly temperament between his brows, a very pleasing young skin.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Fan Qinghe watched him quietly from the mirror, tapped his index finger on the steering wheel, like a player playing chess on a chessboard and dropped the first black stone.

The game is already in the cage, he thought.

When Qin Zhuang woke up, it was already a bright moon hanging high.

The car was parked outside the faculty dormitory of N University, with the headlights on, barely dispelling the shadow.

The cool breeze dissipated some of the alcohol, Qin Zhuang sat upright, and glanced at the front seat.

Unexpectedly, Fan Qinghe was still awake, with a little spark burning on his fingertips, as if he was smoking a cigarette.

Hearing the movement behind, Fan Qinghe decisively snuffed out the cigarette, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Did it smoke you?"

"No." Qin Zhuang shook his head, and asked doubtfully, "How do you know that I live here?"

Fan Qinghe smiled warmly, as if they were old friends who have known each other for many years: "You said it yourself, why, you are so drunk that you even forgot what you just said?"

Qin Zhuang didn't have the slightest impression of what happened in Zuili, and seeing that he was wearing an unfamiliar suit jacket, he guessed that it was Fan Qinghe who took care of him just now, so he folded the suit and handed it back to Fan Qinghe: "Thank you .Excuse me, take me home, do you want to go up and sit down?"

Fan Qinghe took the clothes and declined politely: "I won't bother you anymore, you should go to rest early."

"Hmm." Seeing that he was advancing and retreating with ease, Qin Zhuang's affection for him rose to another level. Just as he got out of the car, he saw Fan Qinghe sticking his head out of the car window, and gave him a business card.

"This is?" Qin Zhuang barely discerned the three characters "Fan Qinghe" on the streetlight.

"We will meet again." Fan Qinghe left the words without beginning and ending, then backed the car and went back to the house.

Qin Zhuang watched him leave, and only after returning home did he see the thin piece of paper clearly.

Fan Qinghe, General Manager of Henderson Hotel.

Below that, there is a string of gold-plated phone numbers, like a thin thread, linking the two unrelated people together.

Not a bad encounter.

The reunion Fan Qinghe mentioned will come soon, and the place is the gym that Qin Zhuang often goes to.

A city is neither big nor small. When there is no fate, it is rare to meet in a thousand years, and when there is fate, we meet in a moment.

Qin Zhuang usually sits in the office for a long time, and after five working days, his muscles and bones are a little slack.Saturday is a rare moment for him to relax. When there are no other chores, he will choose to come to the gym to exercise.

Just after sweating profusely on the treadmill, a chuckle came from the side, in a half-baked tone: "We meet again."

Qin Zhuang turned his head and saw Fan Qinghe strolling in a suit, holding a bottle of ice water in his hand, with a friendly smile on his face.

Qin Zhuang glanced at him up and down, and said, "Mr. Fan, are you dressed like this for exercise?"

"Of course not." Fan Qinghe watched him get off the machine, handed him the water, and said, "This gym is run by a friend of mine. I saw you on the second floor, so I came to look for you. We want to go together." Shall we go?"

Qin Zhuang: "Don't you need to talk about business?"

Fan Qinghe: "It's over."

Seeing his kind invitation, Qin Zhuang had no choice but to go to the bathroom to change and wash before following his pace.

Fan Qinghe's repeated contacts gave Qin Zhuang the illusion of being noticed, but he was not sure.

"I don't know your name yet." Fan Qinghe took him for a walk on the water pavilion outside the gym, stepping on the mottled light and shadow, and the sound of wind blowing leaves was mixed in his words.

"Qin Zhuang."

The author has something to say: In the fast travel world, all characters are the consciousness of the player "Qin Zhuang".

Qin Zhuang has been injured, so he will not fall in love with others easily, and there will be loyal dogs appearing in the main storyline.Slag Gong's ending is always be.

Chapter 3 Prison Bird (3) Qin Zhuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "You don't know that. For men, they don't cherish what they can easily catch up with. It takes a bit of a challenge, a bit of difficulty, to be excited." arouse their desire to conquer."

"Qin Zhuang of King Qin Zhuangxiang? I didn't expect you to be so senior, 2000 years ahead of me." Fan Qinghe teased.

Qin Zhuang: "No way. My parents took it at will, so you can laugh at me."

What followed was a long silence, just when Qin Zhuang thought Fan Qinghe would not speak, the man asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"what?"

"Or, what about your boyfriend?"

Qin Zhuang shook his hand, and the mineral water almost went away.

Fan Qinghe turned around, looked at him with a pair of deep black eyes, and asked again: "You and I should be the same kind?"

Qin Zhuang guessed his implication, but was too shocked to speak.

Fan Qinghe's black pupils lit up again, and he said in a bewitching tone: "Mr. Qin, do you want to date me?"

"Ah..." Qin Zhuang was dumbfounded for a moment and was almost choked by his own saliva. He waited for a while before regaining his sanity, and refused: "Mr. Fan, is this too hasty? I think we are right We don't know each other well enough to be a couple."

"So you are?" Fan Qinghe said in a tone of "I guessed it", making Qinzhuang unable to advance or retreat for a while.

"I like your gentle and polite type very much. I have been tempted since I saw you in the corridor. Of course, this may be too sudden for you, but I don't want to force you, it's just a kind of notification."

Fan Qinghe's attitude was decent, he didn't chase after and beat him fiercely, instead it seemed like... he was pouring out the confusion and distress in his heart.

Qin Zhuang: "We can be friends, if you don't mind."

Fan Qinghe: "Of course I don't mind."

Seeing him agreeing so quickly, Qin Zhuang felt like he had accidentally boarded a thief's boat.

But it is undeniable that Fan Qinghe is indeed the type he would like.It's just that things like falling in love are more troublesome than selecting products. He doesn't even know where Fan Qinghe came from or who is in the family, so how can he dare to give his heart easily?

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +5, and the current love value is 5. 】

Qin Zhuang: "Stingy, that's why I give you so much."

System: "Player, since you know that he is a character that can be attacked, why do you refuse?"

Qin Zhuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said: "You don't know that. For men, they often don't cherish what they can easily catch up with. It takes a little challenge and difficulty to arouse their desire to conquer."

System os: society, society.

Not caring about the system's reaction, Qin Zhuang was thinking about why Fan Qinghe came to him.

Since it's scumbag, it doesn't make sense that there must be something wrong with such a devoted character.

It's not that he's overly calm, it's just... After experiencing a more tragic betrayal than this, this level of scum attack is just a child's play for him.

Heartless and ruthless, nature is unbreakable.

Fan Qinghe continued: "In this city, it is my honor to meet and get to know someone like you. Do you have time tomorrow?"

Qin Zhuang: "What are you doing?"

Fan Qinghe: "Fishing."

fishing?

Qin Zhuang has heard of people who invite people to watch movies, and people who invite people to go shopping, but he has never heard of people who go fishing together as soon as they open their mouths.But speaking of it, the activity of fishing is indeed a common topic among young, middle-aged and old men, and there is no escape from top to bottom.

Therefore, he only hesitated for a while, then agreed.

On the second day, Fan Qinghe was waiting outside the Qinzhuang dormitory early, smiling when he lowered the car window, he looked like a prodigal son playing tricks on girls to seduce female students.

It was rare for Qin Zhuang to see such a flamboyant person, and because of what Fan Qinghe said yesterday, he couldn't help but think about it when he saw his actions again.

Is this... chasing him?

Fan Qinghe pointed to the co-pilot and motioned him to sit up.

Qin Zhuang originally wanted to stay in the back seat, but seeing his warm invitation, he had no choice but to open the front door.

Between men, less coyness and more frankness are more conducive to communication.

But even if he made up his mind to be reserved and behaved, with such a human light emitter sitting next to him, as long as he didn't close his eyes, he couldn't help but look over there.

From the bony hands he used to shift gears, to his side face focused on driving.

Today, Fan Qinghe didn't wear a black or white suit anymore. Perhaps for the convenience of fishing, he changed into a lead gray casual outfit. He wore black British style sneakers on his feet. He looked simple and elegant without losing his youthful vigor.

"It may be a little far away. If you can't wait, you can sleep in the car for a while." Fan Qinghe said as he turned on the air conditioner.

Qin Zhuang said teasingly: "I can't just sleep in your car every time."

Fan Qinghe: "I thought those of you who are scholars specialize in education and are not good at joking."

Qin Zhuang corrected him: "I'm not doing research, I'm just an ordinary lecturer."

Fan Qinghe: "Yes, after all, you are still so young."

Qin Zhuang: "Mr. Fan, what about you, Guigeng this year?"

Fan Qinghe blinked at him suddenly and said, "This is a secret."

He didn't want to say more, so Qin Zhuang didn't ask more, but he was still dazzled by his action just now, and he didn't slow down.

It is undeniable that the temptation of Fan Qinghe is fatal to him.

The car drove all the way from the university town to the county seat.Fan Qinghe's chosen entertainment venue is a manor [-] miles away from the city. The gameplay is similar to that of a farmhouse. After buying a ticket to enter the venue, you can fish, pick fruits, pick lotus, and eat in the park. There are also many small shops inside. , You can buy various souvenirs.

Because it was still early, both of them had breakfast, and the first thing they did after entering the door was to fish.

There is special bait in the field, but Fan Qinghe decisively chose to dig earthworms by himself in order to get in touch with Qin Zhuang more.

With a small triangular shovel in hand, if you shovel it in the wet mud and turn it over, it will be a good material for a fishhook.

Fan Qinghe dug about seven or eight of them, and was about to show off to Qin Zhuang, when he turned his head and found that Qin Zhuang had already filled a small half of the box.

Seeing him looking over, the latter smiled subtly and said, "When I was young, I used this as a game, so I must be more proficient."

"It's very practical." Fan Qinghe merged the two dug together, and said to Qin Zhuang, "Let's go."

In the car when they came here, the two had already communicated, Qin Zhuang couldn't sit still, so this time only Fan Qinghe was in the battle, and the other...

Ten minutes later, the two set up parasols by the square pond. Fan Qinghe threw the fishing line far away, and only lay down on the bamboo deck chair after the buoy moved calmly.

A hand holding an iced soda stretched out from the side, looking up along the slender wrist, and saw Qin Zhuang's warm and gentle face.

"I'm treating you." Seeing that he took it, Qin Zhuang sat down on the pony pony beside him.

Fan Qinghe didn't mean to drink, so he immediately jumped over the handrail and started talking to Qin Zhuang.

The author has something to say: Qin Zhuangxiang King, the father of Qin Shihuang Yingzheng.Fan Qinghe was using this name to make fun of Qin Zhuang (in fact, he wanted to find something to chat with him).

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Chapter 4 Prison Bird (4) Every time Qin Zhuang looks away, Lu Hanjiang, who is sleeping, will open his eyes. With the cover of the back of the classmate in the front row, he will switch his mobile phone to camera mode and take a picture of him. open.

Fan Qinghe: "What do you like to eat? I'll catch it for you. Mandarin fish and yellow catfish have few spines, and grass carp is good for both salty and light cooking. If you catch a crab, you can make a spicy crab."

Qin Zhuang showed his face and said: "Have you thought about how to eat the fish before you have taken the bait?"

Fan Qinghe: "Since I brought you out to play, I have to show my hand."

He drank the drink in the glass, and drank the ordinary carbonated water with a calm demeanor of the palace's secret brew.

Qin Zhuang bit the straw, chatting with Fan Qinghe without saying a word.

Since he joined the job, he has met many people of all levels, but this is the first time he has seen Fan Qinghe, who is straightforward and approachable.

It could be seen that this person really wanted to be his friend, otherwise he would not have lowered his status and brought him to such a place.

There were layers of ripples on the surface of the water, and something bit the hook.

Qin Zhuang pointed and reminded him: "Fish!"

Fan Qinghe woke up from the state of looking at him. Hearing Qin Zhuang's clear voice and sudden call, he only regretted why he didn't change his name to Fan Yu or Fan Yu. Otherwise, it would be nice if he could get a nickname.

As the saying goes, one mind can't do two things, Fan Qinghe was squinted by the beauty for a while, and forgot to look at the size of the waves.When I hastily pulled up the line and looked up, I only saw a crayfish waving its big pincers.

Perhaps the lobster also wanted to laugh at him, flicked its big tail in his face, and bounced back into the water.

Qin Zhuang tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, and gently comforted Fan Qinghe: "It's okay, just work harder next time."

Fan Qinghe knew he had lost face, so he quickly put new bait on the hook and threw it into the water with the hook and line.

He stopped talking, but Qin Zhuang took the initiative to talk to him.

"When I was young, I saw adults fishing with earthworms, thinking that they could swim in water like fish. So I dug a few earthworms out of the mud and put them in a small glass bottle filled with water... the result was seven or eight. The worms were squirming like snakes in the water and it freaked me out, I dropped the bottle and ran away."

Fan Qinghe said: "It breathes on the surface of its body, it cannot survive in the water."

Qin Zhuang: "That's right, it killed a few lives unintentionally. I didn't know the actual situation of it until I went to school."

"You call it 'life'?" Fan Qinghe wondered: "This is the first time I see someone pity an earthworm."

"Everything has animism, so it should be full of compassion, isn't it?" Qin Zhuang said, slapped himself on the leg, looked at the bloody black spot when he spread his hand, and said helplessly: "Of course, the mosquito except."

Fan Qinghe smiled, handed him a wet tissue to wipe his hands, then turned his head to look at the rippled surface of the pool, and said, "The fish is hooked."

When Fan Qinghe became serious, he caught a lot of big fish one after another, packed them in handmade bamboo baskets, and carried them to the dining hall for the master to handle.

Qin Zhuang had lunch with him, and in the afternoon went boating to the lotus pond to pick fresh tender lotus pods, and then the host and guest happily returned home.

Qin Zhuang originally wanted to get off the bus directly at the school gate, but Fan Qinghe insisted on sending him downstairs to the dormitory.

Qin Zhuang, who originally didn't want to show off, became the focus of the crowd helplessly, and was surrounded by a group of students rushing to the cafeteria as gorillas, waved goodbye to Fan Qinghe hastily, and rushed to the corridor.

It is said that there are many people with mixed eyes, even though Qin Zhuang didn't want to make trouble, this scene still fell into the eyes of caring people.

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Qin Zhuang took his laptop and entered the multimedia classroom.

Public classes are generally held in large classrooms, and the seats are arranged high and low, often with a dozen or twenty seats in a row.

The contact between teachers and students is limited to a few class hours per week, and they don't know much about each other.After a semester, there are very few students in Qin Zhuang who can remember their names, but Lu Hanjiang is definitely one of them.

Speaking of Lu Hanjiang, he was the top dog in Class K. He heard people say that his father seemed to have a lot of background, but he could only hear his voice and not see him.

This person is often accompanied by a few friends, and every time he steps on the class bell to arrive at class, although he is not absent, he falls asleep every time in class.And the other students seemed to have gotten used to it, and would not take the initiative to provoke this plague god.

When Qin Zhuang taught them for the first time, Lu Hanjiang came late.

If it was another student, he would sneak in through the back door in order not to attract attention if he was at a disadvantage.

Lu Hanjiang, on the other hand, kicked open the front door and swaggered towards the back seat.Even if Qin Zhuang used a loudspeaker to tell him to close the door, he still remained unmoved.

Qin Zhuang is just their professional teacher, not the class guide, so if he sees that it doesn't work after one or two reminders, he can only let it go.

But what he didn't know was that every time he looked away, the sleeping Lu Hanjiang would open his eyes, use the cover of the backs of the students in the front row, switch his mobile phone to camera mode, and take a picture of Qin Zhuang. open.

[System prompt: The sub-line character Lu Hanjiang loves 20. 】

After school, Lu Hanjiang carried a half-new schoolbag on his back, and smoked with a few friends under the wall behind the teaching building.

The cigarettes were cigars that Lu Hanjiang took out of his father's cigarette case. They didn't taste very good, but they were mainly for fun.

As usual, Lu Hanjiang flipped through the newly added photos on his phone, looking at the frozen Qin Zhuang in different moods like some perverted voyeur.

Lu Hanjiang didn't know when he fell in love with this person.

It seems that when I woke up one time, my eyes were covered by a layer of fog, and when I couldn't even see the lights clearly, I saw the face in the distance.

Warm and soft, like the [-] piece marshmallow that Lu Hanjiang loved most when he was a child, it melts immediately after biting into his mouth, and it is sweet from the tip of his tongue to his gums.

If only I could get him.Looking at the photos at night, Lu Hanjiang, who has had sex countless times, thinks so.

The younger brother next to him caught a glimpse of his movements and said with a smile: "Boss, what teacher Qin are you looking at again?"

Lu Hanjiang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Mr. Qin, the one who teaches color science? Boss, do you like men?" Younger brother B quickly put his hands on his chest, as if you weren't interested in me.

Lu Hanjiang saw his swaying appearance, couldn't help kicking him in disgust, and said, "Get out of here."

Little brother A hurriedly helped Lu Hanjiang smooth things over, saying: "What do you like, does our boss like that kind of thing with no breasts and no butt? It's just for fun."

Little brother B: "I'll just say..."

At this time, the little brother C who had been silent all this time interrupted: "Speaking of Teacher Qin, I saw something new yesterday. Do you know who I saw in school yesterday?"

Lu Hanjiang raised his foot as if kicking someone, and said, "Say it quickly."

Little Brother C: "Fan Qinghe. The one you all know... My uncle can only lift his shoes..."

Little brother A: "Why does he come to our school? Doesn't this lower his own grade?"

Chapter 5 Prison Bird (5) What can someone like Fan Qinghe give him.It's nothing more than a novelty for a while, and when you get tired of playing it, you throw it away. Only a fool like Qin Zhuang would believe in such an idiot's intrigue game.

Little Brother C: "I'm here to see Teacher Qin off. You said that Teacher Qin, who looks like a working-class person, how did he climb this big tree? He's not very good-looking, right? The film school next door is prettier than him There are too many."

Little brother B: "Is it possible that Teacher Qin is his illegitimate son, just like our boss..." As soon as he finished speaking, he received a shudder from Lu Hanjiang.

Little brother A hurriedly smoothed things over: "Boss, don't be angry, he didn't mean that."

Lu Hanjiang stared at his younger brother B and said, "Continue talking."

Little brother C: "As far as I know, Fan Qinghe doesn't seem to have a son. If they really had one, their family wouldn't fight like that. In my opinion, I'm afraid it's..."

Little Brother B: "Master Rabbit?"

Little brother C nodded.

Lu Hanjiang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even notice that the cigar was burned.

Little brother A saw Lu Hanjiang's gloomy expression, and quickly ended the topic: "Okay, okay, if it's related to the Fan family, let's stop here, so as not to get burned."

After the younger brothers scattered and left, Lu Hanjiang still stood there.

He put the cigar in his mouth and watched the smoke curl up. The smoke that should have calmed people down now only made him more upset.

He tore the cigar out from between his clenched teeth with two fingers, slammed it on the ground, stomped on it, crushed it a few times, and then got up and left.

Early on Tuesday morning, Qin Zhuang received a gift that shouldn't be from a friend: roses.

But this thing is at best an addition. After tearing off the gold-rimmed purple ribbon, there is a brand new navy blue men's Armani suit in the box.

Although Qin Zhuang doesn't pay much attention to fashion, he also knows that this item is very valuable, and he may not be able to afford it with his salary.In this way, returning the gift has become a troublesome matter.

Unfortunately, the delivery man has already left, and there is no way to reject it.He could only hold the gift box under his arm, hold the rose in one hand, and free the other hand to send a message to Fan Qinghe.

Just after typing the word "gift", I bumped into the oncoming person