Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Not long after the group was sent out, several replies were received very quickly.

Chen Ziran: Go to bed early, see you at school tomorrow.

Lou Zhao: Originally, I wanted to ask you to go out to play, but in vain.Remember to leave time for me next time, good night.

M: Good night, have a good rest.

……

No Ji Zhiqiu.Qing Huan waited for a while but did not receive a reply. Thinking about it so late, Ji Zhiqiu was in the military academy, where it was so strict that the communication equipment must be restricted, and this time should also be a rest.

Thinking of this, Qing Huan slid on her phone and put it aside to charge——finally she could have a good night's sleep.

Woke up in the morning, opened the balcony door, took a breath of air, and felt refreshed—well, don’t think about it so much, it’s a new day, and continue to be an ordinary high school student.

When I went downstairs, I saw Xiaolian crouching in front of Baizi, who was drinking milk with her head down, holding a biscuit box, murmuring something, and there was a smell of food in the living room——Qing Huan looked over and saw Ruan Ruan came out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge.

Ruan Ruan saw Qing Huan and smiled: "Sir, you are up."

Qing Huan nodded: "Ruan Ruan, have you made breakfast?"

"I'm just looking for something to do. I heard from Xiaolian that my husband is going to class today, so come and have breakfast."

"okay."

Xiaolian rushed over at this moment.Embracing Qing Huan, she whispered: "Master, Ruan Ruan is good or bad, I taught her how to use those things, and then she wanted to eat the scallion pancake she baked, but she refused to let her eat it, saying that she must wait for the master to come before eating." ...But she baked so much, I just want to taste..."

Seeing his wrinkled face full of aggrieved appearance, Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his hair: "With this little talent, it's pretty quick to file a complaint. Okay, let's go have breakfast."

Seeing this, Ruan Ruan over there bowed down and apologized to Xiao Lian, "Xiao Lian, I'm sorry, but my husband is the biggest, and we must wait for my husband to come before we start eating."

Qing Huan knew that Ruan Ruan was firstly because of her original ideas, and secondly because of her sense of respect for herself, so she said, "Ruan Ruan, it's okay, there are not so many rules here."

Ruan Ruan looked serious: "How is this possible?"

Qing Huan shook her head and let her go.

After breakfast, Qing Huan packed her study and was about to go out to school——

"Sir." Ruan Ruan trotted over and followed to the entrance.

Qing Huan turned around: "What's wrong?"

Ruan Ruan looked at Qing Huan, hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head under Qing Huan's puzzled eyes: "Sir, please pay attention to safety on the road."

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded: "You stay at home, ask Xiao Lian if you don't understand anything."

"it is good."

Ruan Ruan stood at the door and watched Qing Huan leave with a complicated expression.Xiaolian came over and patted her——

"Ruan Ruan, what's the matter with you?" Although Xiaolian felt a little resentful for not giving him food in the morning, but now that his stomach is full, Xiaolian has a great forgetfulness, and will forget unhappy things very quickly.

"Sir, he..." Ruan Ruan paused, "Something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Ruan Ruan tilted her head: "The aura on his body...weakened..."

"Is there?" Xiao Lian turned her head to look at Bai Zi who was crawling over.

Bai Zi flicked his tail, noncommittal.

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"Turn the corner at Hexi intersection and go to pick up Qinghuan." Chen Ziran said to the driver in front.

"it is good."

The driver was driving, and when he was about to turn a corner, he saw a person: "Hey? Isn't that Mr. Bai?"

Chen Ziran looked over, and it was really Qing Huan.

He was standing at the crossroads with his bag on his back. When the green light came on, he didn't see others walking. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Ziran looked at it and felt that something was wrong, so he asked the driver to stop the car, and got out of the car by himself and quickly walked over to Wang Qinghuan——

At this time, the red light on the sidewalk turned on, and the vehicles began to pass. Because the green light for vehicles was not long, the cars drove faster—and at this moment, Qing Huan, who was standing still, suddenly walked towards the road. Go across to--

Chen Ziran grabbed Qing Huan and dragged him away from the intersection——

"Qing Huan!"

Qing Huan seemed to have just recovered, and was a little surprised when she looked up and saw Chen Ziran: "Why are you here..."

"I want to ask you, what did you do just now?" Chen Ziran looked serious.

Qing Huan was puzzled: "What's wrong with me?"

Chen Ziran pointed to the signal light in front: "Did you see it? It's a red light now, you just ran a red light suddenly and almost got hit by a car, do you know that?"

"I... ran a red light?" Qing Huan asked in surprise, "How could I... run a red light?" But... looking carefully now, it is indeed a red light...

Chen Ziran looked at him: "Are you out of spirits?"

"I really didn't notice it was a red light just now... I clearly saw everyone walking together..." Qing Huan said.

Chen Ziran frowned, and poked his forehead with his hand: "What's wrong with you? I saw you standing still when the light was green, but you rushed forward when the light was red..."

"Really..." Qing Huan murmured—what happened just now...

He came out of the house and went to the bus station... But why did he come here... He seemed to see someone... who looked like someone, and then followed him... Then he came here for some reason...

Seeing his dazed look, Chen Ziran sighed, took his hand and walked towards his car: "Take my car, let's go to school together."

"Ah."

After getting into the car, Qing Huan leaned on the back of the chair with a listless expression.

"If you don't feel well, why don't you go to school today?" Chen Ziran looked at Qing Huan and said.

"I'm fine, maybe..." Qing Huan paused: "I'm too tired these days, I'm fine."

Originally, Chen Ziran had many questions about Qing Huan's holiday, but seeing him like this, he still didn't ask.

Qing Huan closed her eyes and dozed off, while Chen Ziran was reading financial magazines, and remained silent all the way to school.

On the first day after the long holiday, everyone seemed to be a little listless, which was considered as a sequelae of the holiday, so it's not surprising that Qing Huan looked depressed.

The first class is Chinese class. Unexpectedly, teacher Zheng, the head teacher they haven't seen for a long time, is back.

"Teacher Zheng, isn't Teacher You coming?" Long Zhao was very popular among the students, especially among the female students, so someone immediately raised questions.

"Teacher You has something to do at home, I don't know when he will come back." Teacher Zheng said.

In fact, even if Long Zhao came back, and the genuine homeroom teacher came back, there would be no need for an agent.

Qing Huan felt that Long Zhao might not come back.

Qing Huan couldn't tell what she felt for a while.He thought of the scene he saw in his dream at that time, what did that dream mean...

Soon it was the last physical education class in the morning, Chen Ziran refused others' request to invite him to play basketball, and played tennis with Qing Huan.

Before playing tennis, the two do warm-up exercises together.

"I haven't asked you yet, how was your vacation?" Chen Ziran asked him.

"Holidays..." Qing Huan curled her lips: "It's hard to say anyway."

"Aren't you with that Gu Yuehua? Are you having fun?" Chen Ziran continued to ask.

"It's because of being with him..." Qing Huan didn't say the following words.

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, you won't understand." Qing Huan didn't want to mention it.

Chen Ziran was lying on the horizontal bar, watching Qing Huan kicking there: "Can't you say it?"

"It's nothing...just a self-driving tour, went to his hometown, stayed for a few days and then came back." And this journey is also "wonderful".

"He took you to his hometown?"

"Yeah, um...the scenery and culture are good." Qing Huan said casually.

Chen Ziran looked at him: "Shouldn't that be fun?"

Qing Huan glanced at him: "Since when did you talk so much? You thought you didn't have so many problems..."

"That's because it's your business."

"..." Qing Huan couldn't answer the words, and hurriedly ended the warm-up: "Okay, let's go play."

Chen Ziran knew that he was avoiding the question, but he didn't ask any more, and picked up the tennis racket beside him: "Let's go."

When he started playing tennis, Chen Ziran discovered a problem, and Qing Huan began to lose his concentration again, and his reaction was always slow—they used to cooperate well when they played tennis, but this time the teacher missed the ball.

Lost another goal --

"Why don't you take a break?" Chen Ziran who was opposite said.

"Oh... okay." Qing Huan turned her head: "I'll go pick up the ball first."

"Ah."

Chen Ziran wiped his sweat while watching Qing Huan go to pick up the ball, he walked very slowly, with an expressionless face, as if he had something on his mind.

Suddenly, seeing the yellow ball flying past the next door, Chen Ziran shouted in shock: "Qing Huan! Be careful!!!"

When Qing Huan was called out by him, his soul seemed to come back all of a sudden. He saw the flying ball, and his body reacted quickly. The wire was not tightened, and the sharp wire cut the skin on his calf, accompanied by sharp pain, and blood flowed down...