Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

three minutes.

The teacher turned around again, and Jiang Qingchi just released her.

When he met her painful eyes, his heart ached, "Slap me again this time. You don't feel sorry for me anyway."

Don't feel sorry for him?

how is this possible. The last slap, she wouldn't be so painful at all.

"..."

After the heartache, there is no more grief than death, Mu Yanzhu calmly wiped his mouth, and calmly looked at the textbook in front of him.

The look in her eyes, along with her movements, made Jiang Qingchi very upset.

"I don't believe you really don't care."

He pressed to the corner of her mouth, ignoring the anger and astonishment in her eyes, and joked slightly, "Do you still hate me?"

From the corner of Mu Yanzhu’s eyes, he looked at the teacher on the podium, for fear that the teacher would call them by name, "Are you crazy?"

"Then you answer, do you still hate me?"

"..."

Jiang Qingchi simply hugged her waist, wanting to have a close fit, "I don't hate you, I don't hate it."

Finally let go of her.

She was still a little stunned, because she could see she was reluctant.

The whole class finally passed in agony.

The classmates were gone, and the teacher greeted Jiang Qingchi over.

The bald teacher's surname is Li. He is a very interesting teacher. He patted Jiang Qingchi's head and said, "The young man is young and energetic, very good, very good."

Jiang Qingchi coughed several times, "Teacher...I will pay attention next semester."

"Huh? You have to choose my class next semester? It's a great honor."

Then Jiang Qingchi turned his head and saw that Mu Yanzhu was gone.

by.

Could this bald teacher be the spy who helped Mu Yanzhu escape?

...

The ninth day of the breakup.

Level 4 and 6 exams, Level 4 exams in the morning, and Level 6 exams in the afternoon.

Mu Yanzhu stayed in the dormitory all day in the morning, and did not go out to eat in the cafeteria until noon.

Like the previous few times, as soon as she sat down, Xie Zijun fell from the sky and sat opposite her.

"Senior Sister, I bought you braised pork with soy sauce. Eat more to replenish your brain."

Xie Zijun put all the meat in the plate for Mu Yanzhu.

"Thank you."

Then Mu Yanzhu returned the meat to him intact.

Xie Zijun smiled, disapproving, "By the way, have you brought all the admission ticket, ID card, applicator pen, and earphones? There are also student IDs and campus cards. The teacher may also need to check them. You should bring them."

"Well, I brought them together, thank you for your advice." Mu Yanzhu said sincerely.

Xie Zijun smiled softly at her.

"It's okay, it just so happens that I have to go to the exam, I heard that this time the sixth level is difficult, I'm afraid I can't.

"You didn't pass the sophomore exam, you can take the exam for another two years."

"Yeah, let's cheer up together. I don't ask for 680. I'm satisfied with 600 points."

Laughing, Xie Zijun stopped smiling when he saw that Mu Yanzhu ignored him.

When the two of them walked towards the examination room together, Mu Yanzhu saw a figure, especially like Jiang Qingchi.

Glancing at him, the man has disappeared before he can take a closer look.

Mu Yanzhu pursed his lips. It should not be Jiang Qingchi. Before she asked him to apply for CET-6, he was too lazy to apply, saying that this certificate was useless for him.

"Senior sister, what are you thinking about?"

"It's okay... I'm going forward, and you can do your exams."

At the fork in the road ahead, Mu Yanzhu and Xie Zijun parted ways.

Mu Yanzhu is in Room 301, Building A, and the examination room is 36.

Two invigilators stood at the door, one in charge of discipline, and the other in charge of checking students' admission tickets and ID cards.

It was Mu Yanzhu's turn, and the invigilator glanced at her.

"Is it me?"

"Yes, it's like a fake replacement."

It may be because the photo on the admission ticket was taken from high school. At that time, she was tanned in the summer. Now she is white, and she doesn't have to run and exercise all day in college as in high school.

The teacher nodded and said nothing more, and let Mu Yanzhu in sideways.

Mu Yanzhu's position is third from the bottom, and there is a 15-minute test. The composition and listening test are first tested. Everyone wears headphones to listen.

When it comes to earphones, she thinks of a very interesting one. When she took the test for Level 4 last year, there was a little cute new boy in her test room. It seemed that he didn't know the process of the test...

Everyone was wearing a headset, only he silently took out the earphones that plug in the phone.

The teacher said that he wanted to tune the frequency, and he was stunned. He stupidly asked the person next to him how to tune the earphone. Because he was sitting diagonally in front of Mu Yanzhu, Mu Yanzhu clearly saw the blank expression on his face.

Fortunately, a kind person in the examination room brought two headphones and lent one of them to him.

Thinking about this, Mu Yanzhu couldn't help but bend his mouth.

She is a person who likes to remember details.

However, she couldn't laugh in the next second, staring at the boy who walked into the examination room with lag.

The black coat, the same figure as the model, the exquisite facial features, the pen and the pen reveal the supernatural skills, even the invigilator couldn't help but look at him more.

It is difficult for Mu Yanzhu to believe this coincidence. She was in the same examination room as Jiang Qingchi? !

What's more coincidental is that he is so immortal, he sits right next to her.

Jiang Qingchi stretched out two long legs with big thorns, propped his face with one hand, and looked at the admission ticket in his hand. From Mu Yanzhu's direction, he could only see the outline of his side face which was captured by the edges and corners.

At this point, it is ten minutes.

There are five minutes before the exam.

The invigilator opened his mouth: "Students first adjust the earphones, and then write the essay first, listen to listening after 20 minutes, and receive the first answer sheet immediately after listening. No preparation time is allowed."

Mu Yanzhu wanted to turn on the headphones, but found something sad and speechless!

Headphones, the battery is dead!

It might be because she forgot to pull out the battery when she took the sixth grade last time, and put it in it to consume electricity.

Poke the key N times, but nothing happened. It was as speechless as a computer crash.

Mu Yanzhu stood up and walked to the front podium.

"Teacher, my headset is broken, can I go to the supermarket to buy a new one?"

"There are five minutes left, go ahead!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Just about to run out, his arm was pulled.

In full view, Jiang Qingchi took her hand and said: "I have two earphones, here is one for you."

Before Mu Yanzhu could speak, the invigilator pushed Mu Yanzhu back, "Okay, your boyfriend is prepared for it, you two should sit down."

Mu Yanzhu: "..."

Can she say this is an ex-boyfriend.

It was time for the exam. Jiang Qingchi threw his earphones over, and Mu Yanzhu looked at his desk. Except for an answer pen, it was empty. Where is the second earphone?

"Hey, where did you get your second earphone? What do you plan to do with hearing?"

"Mind your own business."

"Okay," the invigilator patted the table, "Classmates, the exam will begin now, please keep quiet."

Mu Yanzhu will do the composition question first.

After twenty minutes, listen to it.

She subconsciously looked at Jiang Qingchi. Good fellow, this man was lying on the table, and he fell asleep with both hands.

Sure enough, he doesn't have a second earphone, so if he lends her his earphone, won't his hearing be useless?

Mu Yanzhu wanted to throw the earphones over, but the invigilator had been staring at her, but he had no choice but to give up, lowering his head to listen to her hearing.

The standard English accent was in her ears, but in fact she didn't hear anything, and from time to time she looked at the person next to her from the corner of her eye. He was still sleeping.

Everyone is racing against time in the examination room, and only this prince is sleeping on his stomach.

As soon as the listening test is over, the first answer sheet will be collected, and then the following written test questions will be started.

Mu Yanzhu thought that the money for the exam was paid for nothing, so he absent-mindedly doing the questions, while always paying attention to the movements of Jiang Qingchi beside him.

Ten minutes later, the young master was finally willing to raise his noble head, scratched his hair at will, and began to write the question.

Mu Yanzhu secretly exhaled.

I thought he really did nothing.

...

The exam is finally over.

The teacher collected the papers one by one, arranged them in order, and put all the papers into a kraft paper bag, which made the students leave the classroom.

Jiang Qingchi had long legs and walked very fast, and he left the classroom within two steps like wind.

Mu Yanzhu followed him, chasing him, because his headset was still with her, so he had to return it to him.

"Hey, hey hey--"

"boom!"

When Jiang Qingchi turned his head, Mu Yanzhu hit him directly and took a half step back.

"Am I called? I don't have a name?"

"Oh... Jiang Qingchi!"

"My name is Jiang Qingchi?!"

"Then... rivers and lakes?"

Jiang Qingchi uttered a sigh of relief, then raised it again, expressionless, "Are you busy classmate?"

Mu Yanzhu was too lazy to mess with him, and handed his earphones over, "Thank you!"

He didn't reach out his hand to answer, his tone was awkward, "Thank you alone? My hearing is a blank paper."

"I know. I saw it. Who told you to say that you have two headphones?"

"I don't say that, can you ask? Do you think you are Scud? Can you get back to the classroom from the supermarket in five minutes?"

"..."

People passing by were all watching them and whispering.

Mu Yanzhu didn't want to quarrel with Jiang Qingchi in the corridor, so he pulled him aside.

"Then what do you want? The exam is over. I said thank you. I have to say it several times to be satisfied?"

Jiang Qingchi snorted, Tsundere Zhong was a little awkward, and then he threw out a sentence: "I'm hungry."

hungry? ? ?

Mu Yanzhu: "Then I invite you to eat?"

The prince nodded, and agreed readily, "Don't eat at school, go out to eat."

It's really hard to serve.

Going out to eat is to erroneously her money.

The two came to the western food buffet, Jiang Qingchi took Mu Yanzhu's plate naturally, cut the steak for her, and passed it over.

He would do it before.

He once said: "This kind of thing is done by men, and men don't let women cut steaks by themselves."

After all, it is the sweetness of the past.

Now, she and him, ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, are eating together.

"I'll just cut it myself." Mu Yanzhu took the steak he hadn't cut, with estrangement.

Jiang Qingchi's face sank, he put his knife and fork, as if out of anger, and exhaled with his arms.

"Be kind of a donkey liver and lungs, never mind you again!"

Mu Yanzhu curled his mouth.

naive.

It's like breaking up with a child.

"Kid Jiang Qingchi, you still don't seem to have grown much." When she reached the lips, she swallowed it abruptly.

She couldn't find a reason to tease him.

No matter how much intimacy and jokes were in the past, at this moment, it seemed embarrassing and helpless.

This kind of embarrassment is called: identity inconsistency.

Mu Yanzhu cleared his throat, "Just right, I don't want to bother you either, eat quickly, and we will break up after eating."

Hearing that Jiang Qingchi's face turned yellow with anger, he gave her a fierce look, and the clear eyes narrowed slightly, their pupils diverged, and there was a dangerous aura accumulating inside.

After a long blank period, Mu Yanzhu sighed, "By the way, how did you pass the exam? Can you pass it?"

"What do you mean, I haven't painted a single hearing."

"There is also a written test. How did you answer the written test? What topic did you write this time?"

"Forget it, I should not be able to pass it."

"Ok."

If you fail the exam this time, you will have to wait for the next time, once every six months in grades 4 and 6, which is actually quite tormenting.

Neither of the next two spoke.

Mu Yanzhu was full, and Jiang Qingchi was still eating slowly, suspected of deliberately delaying time.

It’s been an hour...

"When will you still eat?"

"No hurries."

Jiang Qingchi continued to chew slowly, with a relaxed expression, a leisurely expression and gentle movements.

Mu Yanzhu raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I have already paid, so you can eat here by yourself. I will go back to school first."

"Snapped."

The young master put his knife and fork again.

"I used to stay with you silently when you worked. Now I have a meal. What happened to you waiting for me?"

Ugh.

Mu Yanzhu still indulged him. Seeing that he was angry, he didn't want to make trouble with him, so he quickly said: "Okay, young master, eat slowly. I will wait for you when you eat it. No way?"

Jiang Qingchi finally hooked up the corner of his mouth. He was very satisfied with these words and heard them very smoothly.

Mu Yanzhu was in a daze, feeling that he hadn't seen him smile for a long time.

Who did it on purpose?

Oh, anyway, when he smiled, she couldn't find North.

Then a meal was eaten for two hours before it was finished, the table that came later than them, they left long ago.

Jiang Qingchi is still eating.

Take a sip of coffee, all in small sips.

The waiter looked over here more than once.

Mu Yanzhu didn't dare to bother him!

I haven't seen him eat so slowly before. During this period of time, the tortoise crawled from the Pacific to the Atlantic, and it should have crawled too!

Finally...

When she wanted to knock him out with a mallet and knock him out of the restaurant, the eldest master wiped her mouth and said that she was full.

Mu Yanzhu: "It's not easy!"

Jiang Qingchi raised an eyebrow, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, I said let's go!"

"Well, let's go to the movies next."

Ahhhhh! Mu Yanzhu wished to kick him faint, "I don't have money to watch movies."

This western food made her poor.

"Who asked you to invite? Let's go!"

It's not New Year's Eve. There are no good movies, but boring romances.

Mu Yanzhu doesn't like to watch Pure Love, and so does Jiang Qingchi.

He bought two tickets at random, without even looking at the ticket names, and went in with Mu Yanzhu.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Mu Yanzhu's chair shook violently.

This chair does not look good...

"Get up, I'll change places with you."

Jiang Qingchi's domineering voice rang in his ears.

Mu Yanzhu shook his head, "No need."

"Chirp, get up."

Then he pulled her up, changed positions with her, and sat on the bad one.

Mu Yanzhu looked over and saw that he was spreading his legs on the ground. He might be afraid of being ejected by this chair. "Stop watching the movie, let's go."

"Look, you have to see, why don't you see it after spending money?"

As soon as Jiang Qingchi's voice fell, the phone rang suddenly.

It's Mu Yanzhu's mobile phone.

The caller ID only has three characters——

Xie Zijun.