[BL] After chasing his wife in the crematorium [REBIRTH]

Chapter 9

 Zhao Shun took first place in rock climbing without any suspense. Fang Ling beat Ji Qingping by a small margin and took the penultimate place.

This result was beyond most people's expectations, and Zhao Shun was quite surprised, "I can't tell, you little bookworm actually has two brushes."

Fang Ling took off the safety rope on his body, pretending to be helpless, "Don't put I can't bring out my potential, I've been so poor recently that I can't afford the bills."

He said that he was poor, but made some boys laugh.

Someone even said with a smile: "It seems that our Qingping is not poor enough, otherwise we will definitely win you."

Ji Qingping's face froze again.

He had been to the Golden Fruit Club many times before, and every time he was with Ah Shun, and he didn't need to give money. But you don't need to give it, it doesn't mean you don't know the consumption here.

After doing the calculations in his heart, Ji Qingping was so painful that his heart bleeds.

He really put in a lot of effort when he arrived at Fangling for rock climbing just now, and now his forehead was sweating, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and he couldn't help but pause when his eyes touched the palm of his hand.

Fang Ling saw something resembling a scab on his palm.

When he came back from rebirth, he found that he was suffering from chickenpox, but the chickenpox had passed and was on the way to healing.

Now that the scab has fallen off, Fang Ling knows that the healing has come to an end, and the chickenpox should be completely gone in a day or two.

Exercise detoxification is indeed right.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Fang Ling wanted to wash his face.

The Golden Fruit Club not only has a tall appearance, but the bathroom is also like a five-star hotel. The floor is so bright that it can be used as a mirror, and the porcelain white walls are even carved with patterns.

Fang Ling walked to the mirror and took a closer look at the chickenpox on his face. As he expected, wherever the scabs fell off, the marks were much lighter.

Turning on the tap, Fang Ling washed his face.

With the sound of running water, Fang Ling, who was washing his face, heard footsteps coming from behind.

He looked up and saw Ji Qingping's figure appeared in the mirror.

The other party looked at him through the mirror, "Fang Ling, you're plotting against me!"

Fang Ling sighed in his heart, the current Ji Qingping was really tender, so tender that he couldn't hold his breath anymore.

Fang Ling didn't turn around, but also looked at him in the mirror, "It's not a design, it's just a little conspiracy."

It's not a conspiracy, it's a conspiracy.

He didn't hide it from the beginning. Everyone knew that Fang Ling had chosen the starting point, and everything was on the surface.

Oh, you want to say you didn't expect that?

I'm sorry, that's your own business, I can only blame you for being inflexible.

Ji Qingping blushed from his anger, but couldn't think of anything to refute.

Fang Ling turned off the faucet, took out a piece of toilet paper from the side to wipe off the water droplets on his face, and threw the paper towel into the trash can next to him, then turned around and walked past Ji Qingping.

When he was about to reach the door, Fang Ling stopped suddenly.

I saw a tall figure standing at the door. The man was wearing black sweatpants, and the cuffs of the dark blue short sleeves had an exclusive design of a small rectangular corner mark, with the smell of money written on it flying and phoenix.

Who could it be if it wasn't Zhao Shun?

I don't know how long this guy has been standing by the door.

If it were someone else, they would be more or less panicked when they accidentally overheard the conversation just now, and then turned around and met the expressionless Zhao Shun.

But Fang Ling was only taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled jokingly, "I thought only little girls would go to the bathroom together."

Zhao Shun subconsciously said, "I'm just washing my hands.

" He had to wash his hands after he was done, otherwise he felt something was wrong, and he ran into this scene just now.

Fang Ling smiled, didn't say anything else, passed him and walked straight out.

Zhao Shun kept watching the back of his leaving until the figure turned around the corner and disappeared.

He suddenly felt that Fang Ling was... very strange.

But Zhao Shun couldn't say what was wrong with it.

Ji Qingping came out of the bathroom, and said with a smile: "Ah Shun, I think you are a classmate with a lot of money. You should be careful when you get along with him in the future, and don't be sold out and count the money for him." Zhao Shun didn't think so

. I mean, "Cut~ he's just a little nerd, I can put him down with one hand, can he sell me?" ***

At

home this weekend, Fang Ling spends all his time on physics besides reviewing physics. Observe Ms. Ye.

After Fang Ling's all-round observation, he was sure that the current Ms. Ye still knew nothing about the coming storm.

This is a good thing, shortening the battle line, when the time comes to cut the mess quickly, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

The time spent with family members always flies so fast, it seems that in the blink of an eye, it is Sunday afternoon.

Fang Ling put the physics books and notes back into the schoolbag one by one, and Ms. Ye's voice reminded her: "Lingling, you have to eat well when you go back to school. Mom thinks you've lost weight when you come back this time." Fang Ling was helpless, "

Mom , You see, I have a filter. There is a kind of thinness, which makes my mother think you are thinner."

After saying this, Ms. Ye patted Fang Ling's head with a pillow, "Are you secretly losing weight, kid?"

Fang Ling turned to look at her, "I'm not secretly losing weight, I'm just adjusting my eating habits. The previous eating habits were too unhealthy."

He couldn't remember what he liked to eat when he was eighteen, but boys at this age, I love barbecue, cold beer and all kinds of puffed food, fried or fried, braised in soy sauce, no matter how delicious it is.

Fifty-five years old, Fang Ling, who is obsessed with health preservation, has no interest in those things.

Ms. Ye looked suspiciously, but after a closer look, she did find that the chicken pox on her son's face was almost gone, much faster than she expected.

I couldn't help but touch it with my hands, then pinched Fang Ling's chickenpox-free cheeks, pinched and tugged, Ms. Ye sighed, "Inherited from generation to generation, you have inherited your grandma's good skin, even a woman like me can't bear it." Jealousy."

Fang Ling: "... Ms. Ye, please pay attention to your behavior, this is not something a lady should do." "

Your mother, I have never been a lady." Ms. Ye rolled her eyes.

After checking the contents of the schoolbag and making sure there was nothing missing, Fang Ling zipped up the schoolbag, "Mom, I'm going back to school to study late, if you encounter something bad, don't get excited, if you really can't handle it Come on, you can call me, my phone will be turned on 24 hours a day, or..."

After a pause, Fang Ling continued, "Or you can go to Uncle Zhou, he is a good neighbor and will definitely help You're busy."

Ms. Ye waved her hand, "Okay, what bad things happen to me, it's really unfounded to worry about. You go to school quickly, nagging, just like a sixty or seventy-year-old old man." Fang

Ling The amount of help.

***

Fang Ling went back to school.

As a third-year student, the biggest task at this stage is of course studying. After Fang Ling returned to school, he went straight to the classroom and began to read physics in the first year of high school.

Yes, he has to read the freshman's book.

The teachers in Jinghai No. 1 Middle School give lectures steadily and quickly. All the courses in high school have been thoroughly taught after the end of the second year of high school, and the rest of the entire third year of high school is in the review stage.

Since the lecture is over, the content of the test is naturally all the knowledge learned.

Therefore, whether it is a monthly exam or a midterm and final exam, the scope of the exam is scary.

In the past few days, Fang Ling has spent all his energy on physics. Every day, the whole dormitory is the first to wake up and the last to go to bed.

In just two days, the other two top students in the dormitory were successfully stimulated to work hard with Fang Ling.

Only Monk Tan Feizhou and Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

"Fang Xiaoling, what's going on with you recently? No cultivator is as diligent as you." Tan Feizhou yawned, "Today's monthly exam, will you recharge your batteries if you don't sleep too much?"

Fang Ling who was brushing his teeth had nothing to say.

Tan Feizhou looked around and found that the other two people in the dormitory had woken up, and he couldn't stay in bed alone, and he didn't want to go to the dining hall to have breakfast alone, so he followed suit.

After Fang Ling finished washing, he pushed the sleepy-eyed Tan Feizhou to the sink, "I'll give you three minutes, and I won't wait for you if it's overtime." Tan Feizhou yawned again, "It's just the monthly exam, it's not like I haven't experienced it yet.

" Pass."

Yes, it's just a monthly exam, and it's not like I haven't experienced it.

But after counting, Fang Ling has not passed the monthly exam for thirty-seven years.

The scale of the monthly exam is more than that of the upper one, and it is more than that of the lower one, so there is no need to take the class test, but before the exam, all the books have to be moved to the podium, or put at the back of the classroom to ensure that the desks are clean inside and out.

In addition, the deskmates are no longer the same deskmates. Amidst the buzzing sound of the desk being pulled, the deskmates are separated by a river of Chu and Han.

The class bell rang, and Zhang Zhiguo, with a beer belly, walked in with a large stack of test papers. After putting the papers on the podium, he skillfully divided the test papers into eight small parts. , give me a good check."

One by one, the test papers were passed down quickly, Zhao Shun turned around with the papers, and saw Fang Ling looking at him with his face in his palms.

I don't know if it's because the opponent's pupils are dark and big, or because of other reasons, but Zhao Shun feels that his gaze is very focused.

focus?

To see him focus? What to do depends on his concentration? ?

The author has something to say:

Fang Ling: The monthly exam is too hasty, so sad.

Xiao Zhao: Why is he looking at me so intently (doubt)

Lao Zhao: Wife please leave him alone (pain mask)