Just hug me

There are only ten minutes left before school is over for three nights.

The teachers of the second grade group are not busy, and the office is very empty at the moment.

Mo Yichuan's desk is at the corner of the entrance, leaning against the wall, the flip-up window is half open, and a little dry breeze blows in, and the blue-green glass reflects several pots of Naihuo on the window sill. of succulents.

After Mo Yichuan hung up the phone, he remained silent for a long time, with a serious expression on his face, as if he had encountered a very difficult matter.

He sorted out the messy documents on the table, his brows were furrowed all the time, and he didn't open it for a while, Qi Hao stood quietly on one side, standing upright, there was no fault, but the expression on his face was very willful.

Whatever the team leader does, Qi Hao's eyes follow him to see what he does.

Mo Yichuan has always wanted to talk to Qi Hao's parents, but there are too many things, and new students will have small problems every day, so he can't always keep every student in his heart.

Occasionally thought of it and quickly put it aside.

Qi Hao's grades are not bad, even good in the parallel class, there are 21 classes in the whole grade, with more than 1000 students. Qi Hao's recent exams were all around [-].

If you are more serious and prescribe the right medicine, you can definitely move forward.

It is also very hopeful to get a good 985 or 211 university.

But Qi Hao didn't take his studies seriously, at least Mo Yichuan thought so.

Having been in contact with him for so long, Mo Yichuan knows that he has never violated discipline, and he is still an obedient student, but obedience is only the most basic thing for a middle school student. .

In class, Mo Yichuan will observe the students' listening status.

But it was difficult for him to see whether Qi Hao had listened. Qi Hao often stretched his long legs straight, flipped through the textbook to read what the teacher was talking about, and then crossed his arms in front of his chest, showing a defensive posture. .

Several teachers have reported that this child has a pair of golden hands, saying that he would not take them out.

If you ask Qi Hao what he said, he can answer it.

All in all it was weird.Let the teacher have a headache and feel tired.

In fact, Qi Hao himself was very tired, he didn't want any teacher's attention or comfort.

After he has a good idea of ​​the grades of the classmates in the class, he will calculate the scores every time he takes the exam.stabilized at a constant level.

It can be ignored by the teacher, and he can share it if his mother asks.

Mo Yichuan could see that Qi Hao's daily homework was perfunctory, and on the basis of copying from his deskmate, he changed one or two questions.He doesn't quite understand that Qi Hao can do the homework assigned every day by himself.

After entering the office, Mo Yichuan communicated with him patiently and slowly, but Qi Hao didn't like this.

After all, his answers were: "I know." "Well, I was wrong." "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Mo Yichuan didn't need to look at his expression to know that he was just dealing with it verbally and would not change it.What is it like now.What will it look like in the next year or so.

So, he called Qi Hao's father face to face.

The first time it was a series of busy tones, the second time it rang four times and picked up. Qi Hao watched with his own eyes and first pointed to Qu Yu in a tactful tone, wanting to know how he was at home and asking him when he came home after school will do something.

The other end of the phone didn't say much, most of the time it was Mo Yichuan who was talking and the person on the other side was listening.

In the end, Mo Yichuan truthfully reported Qi Hao's situation at school, without embellishment, and he didn't deliberately say anything good.

After saying this, the phone hung up within 2 minutes.

Father Qi's last two words still echoed clearly in Mo Yichuan's ears.

"Don't mind him."

"whatever."

This is what a father said to his child's class teacher after learning about the problem.Mo Yichuan didn't know how to react.

He pinched the center of his brows and didn't speak for a long time.

Qi Hao was silent for a few moments, without asking, he could guess what his father was talking about.He twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head and glanced at the wall clock, waiting for the team leader's final concluding speech.

After Mo Yichuan sorted out the documents at hand, he looked up at Qi Hao, "Did you expect the result of this phone call?"

"En." Qi Hao responded.

"Then your mother also meant that?" Mo Yichuan asked.

"My parents divorced three years ago." Qi Hao didn't hold back, and told all the curiosity of the team leader, "My mother is not here, she is very busy, doing some scientific research at school, and usually leads some classes .”

She should be a very good lady, Mo Yichuan thought.

"So I can understand your attitude as a very naive resistance?"

Qi Hao laughed when he heard this, "What are you resisting?"

"A high school student, you haven't entered the society yet, nothing more than resisting your family and school." Mo Yichuan asked again, "Qi Hao, you haven't had a puppy love, have you?"

Qi Hao said frankly: "There is no chance of early love."

With 2 minutes left in the end, Mr. Mo let him go back.

As soon as Qi Hao arrived in the classroom, Cheng Ye rushed up to him, with a look of hesitation, his mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

Qi Hao said neatly: "If you fart, let it go."

Cheng Ye's voice sounded at the same time: "Are you okay?"

Qi Hao glanced at him strangely, "What can be the matter."

Qi Hao picked up his schoolbag and wanted to leave. Cheng Ye still had something to say, so he stopped him by taking a wrong step, but he was careful not to get too close. If it had been before, he would have directly grabbed Qi Hao's neck.

"Anything else?"

Cheng Ye clenched his palms, looked at the people around him who were walking about the same distance, "That's the one...what's going on with that junior high school student you're with this afternoon?"

"What's the matter?"

Seeing his gloomy face, Qi Hao suddenly wanted to tease him intentionally, jokingly said: "That's how you see it."

"I'll do it!...Is it true or not?"

Cheng Ye took a big step back. He had comforted himself for a long time since the afternoon, and just now he took a chance to confirm it, but he didn't expect it to be true. He looked straight, and he didn't expect it to be hidden.

He said sadly: "It's okay... Even if you are that or something, you are still my brother, and now the Internet is calling for people not to discriminate against people like you. Although you hide it very deeply, I have never seen it, but as long as you treat me well That’s a good idea.”

After hearing a few words of nonsense, Qi Hao walked out.

"Wait for me! I haven't finished yet!"

Cheng Ye grabbed his schoolbag and ran out.

"I thought you were a vegetarian, but it turned out that you played so much when you first came up." Cheng Yewu said to himself, "Why did you suddenly get along with a junior student? That Song Ming's father seems to be the chairman of our school."

"Qi Hao, aren't you afraid that his father will find out that his son is a crook and ask you for trouble?"

"Chairman of the school?" Qi Hao suddenly turned around and asked.

Cheng Ye was in a daze, "You don't know?"

Qi Hao's voice sank a bit: "I don't know."

He remembered what he said the first time he found Song Ming skipping class to watch a football game. Qi Hao asked him if he was not afraid of being punished again.No wonder you speak so confidently.

The high school they attended was a private school, and there was no money for various operations and construction of the country. In the beginning, it was all funded by the sponsor, that is, the school board of directors.

Not to mention covering the sky with one hand, but it can indeed have a considerable impact on the management of the school system.

Cheng Ye was a little surprised, and all kinds of conspiracy theories popped up in his mind, "If his father doesn't accept you two, just point out that the teacher will keep an eye on you, and if you cause trouble, he will leave a stain on your file or something, tsk , It’s very mysterious when you think about it.”

"That student looked very good, but he didn't know what kind of grudge he had with a female teacher in the first year of high school. He carried a bucket full of dirty rags and water, and splashed her all over in front of so many people in the corridor. But some His father is here, and in the end he just read a self-examination and it's over."

Cheng Ye also said to himself: "I'll tell you why you are so pure-hearted and ascetic. There are so many girls who confess to you. You don't like this or that. It turns out that you are so kind. Hey, Qi Hao, is he chasing you?" You..."

"The younger brother is not what you think, and I'm not with him." Qi Hao interrupted suddenly.

He explained a few words casually, but Cheng Ye actually didn't believe it. He felt that Qi Hao was a crook. Qi Hao didn't bother to say any more, and frowned, "You know that he is the son of the school chairman, so you didn't care if he was bleeding at the time?"

Cheng Ye shrugged his nose and said, "I was so angry that I forgot."

The two separated at the intersection, Cheng Ye went to the platform to wait for the bus, Qi Hao walked home.

Regarding Song Ming's father, Qi Hao was quite surprised, but he didn't think it was a big deal. He didn't mention the family affairs to Song Ming himself, but he was a little curious about Song Ming's revenge on the female teacher.

On the way back, Song Ming also sent a few messages.

They were all insignificant words, saying how much he had written, saying that a grape he just ate was so sour that he couldn't help spitting it out on his homework book, and he didn't want to eat grapes this year. The last sentence was to ask the senior Did not get home.

When Qi Hao walked to the door of the house, he replied.

He faintly felt that Song Ming was sticking a little tight to him.But it was only out of greetings among good friends, so as not to have any messy thoughts, Qi Hao shook his head and took out the key.

As soon as the security door was opened, the voices in the living room reached his ears.

The volume of the TV was turned up very high, the room was full of variety shows, the pretentious tone of the hostess and the unscrupulous laughter, Qi Hao suspected that he could hear it on the upper and lower floors.

He changed his shoes in silence, walked in, glanced at it and turned his head quickly, with several fine lines between his brows.

The woman on the sofa was only wearing an extremely revealing pink silk nightgown with suspenders, and it was very short. As long as she moved slightly, the scenery on her chest would be unobstructed.

The woman is very young, with heavy makeup on her face that has not been removed, heavy eye shadow, exaggerated false eyelashes, and heavy nose shadow.

No matter how many times Qi Hao watched it, he would only seriously doubt his father Qi Xiuhong's aesthetics.

She didn't notice Qi Hao who had just entered the house, or she might have noticed, but she was too lazy to make any reaction, staring at the TV screen intently, with her legs stretched carelessly on the glass coffee table, the bright red nail polish smeared, Coquettish and flamboyant.

Holding a plate of grapes in her arms, the woman laughed unscrupulously along with the show, not caring about how indecent her sitting posture was.

Qi Hao thought that this year he might not be able to eat grapes either.

He didn't want to stay for a second longer, walked straight into his bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Qi Hao casually threw his schoolbag on the desk, sat in the armchair, and remained silent for a long time.

His bedroom is the same as other high school boys, the walls are covered with posters of basketball stars, full of enthusiasm, but it is more clean and tidy, the bookshelves are full, and the lower two floors are all textbooks and tutoring materials used in high school.

He randomly pulled out a book, turned to the page number he wrote down last night, and read it.

He's going to take a shower later, only the master bedroom has a separate guard, that is to say, he has to go out and meet the woman on the sofa at least twice.

But after a while, Qi Hao opened the door with his pajamas, entered the bathroom, and directly ignored the woman on the sofa.

When she came out, she was still watching TV, but it seemed to be replaced by a popular Korean drama. Grape skins were everywhere on the solid wood floor, sticky, mottled and disgusting.

If you don't clean it now, it will be sticky tomorrow and dry into blots.

Qi Hao didn't think that this woman would have the possibility to clean up the house. After he took out the clothes from the washing machine and dried them on the balcony, he took the broom to clean up the grape skin snack bag paper balls on the ground, and then mopped the ground again .

The door to the master bedroom was half open, but no one was inside.

Qi Xiuhong is not at home, and he probably won't be back tonight. I don't know why he went there. He wanted to ask the woman about her parents, but he felt that if he looked at it for a few seconds, it would be irritating and his eyelids would hurt.In the end, he didn't say anything.

Maybe his father's girlfriend doesn't know either.

During the whole process, the two of them didn't exchange a word, and it happened that Qi Hao didn't want to talk to her either.No one will take the initiative to break the silence.

After Qi Hao returned to the bedroom, he continued to read the tutorial book and do the questions.

By around 12:30, the photos and messages sent to my mother Yan Suyun still had not received a reply.He felt a little sleepy, rubbed his eyelids, and was going to sleep after solving the problem in his hand.

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

He took the phone and found out the message, which belonged to the primary school boy.

-Song Ming: Finally finished copying, exhausted.

There is also a photo attached, which is a beautiful hand. The knuckles are slightly red due to long-term exertion, the middle finger is a bit deformed, and a layer of sweat has formed on the palm.It did take a long time to write.

Immediately afterwards, another photo was sent, with Song Ming's face in the middle of the screen.

The soft hair has fallen down, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, and the mouth is pursed, with a pitiful expression begging for comfort, very innocent, making people want to rub their little face when they see it, probably because they just drank water, Song Ming's lips looked very pink and glowing with water.

Qi Hao looked at it silently for a while, then long-pressed to save.

-Qi Hao: Are you still asleep?

-Song Ming: Hey, you haven't slept yet, what are you doing, senior?

He glanced at the draft paper on the table, pressed his phone, and replied truthfully.

-Qi Hao: Reading a book and doing a quiz.

Zhu Yao asked several times if he didn't write or do anything every day because he secretly studied at home at night.Qi Hao said yes, but in the end Zhu Yao was still full of contempt, and he was helpless if he didn't believe it.

Qi Hao suddenly remembered what Cheng Ye said that night, and directly mentioned it.

-Qi Hao: I just found out today that your father has such a big face.

The message was sent, and it seemed to involve an unpleasant topic, and it took 2 minutes to receive a reply.

-Song Ming: My relationship with my dad is not very good.

Qi Hao looked at the news and was silent for a moment, thought for a few seconds, and replied: Coincidentally, me too.

The author has something to say:

Today is Mingming who wants to flirt online even if she can't flirt face to face

Forgive the author orz who loves late night updates

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