Chapter 13 Little Girlfriend

Gu Qingrong went to the infirmary to buy cold medicine for the fat man. The teacher on duty in the infirmary is not Miss Lin, but a young female teacher. Gu Qingrong saw the face and stepped in suspiciously: "Hello, teacher, I want cold medicine." The female teacher was busy checking drugs when she heard the sound and turned around and gave him a look. She is a young woman who seems to be only in her twenties. She has a high incidence, and her face is young and beautiful, but she shows a little gentleness of quiet years. "Did you catch a cold yourself?" She put down her work and turned to ask. "No." Gu Qingrong replied, "It's my roommate." "Are there any symptoms?" "Runny nose, slight cough and hoarse voice." "Do you have a fever?" "No." "Good." The teacher turned to get him medicine and asked, "What's your name and how old?" Gu Qingrong thought he should report his name: "Gu Qingrong, 22 years old." Suddenly, the teacher paused and turned to ask, "Gu Qingrong? Is he ill?" Hmm? There seems to be something wrong. Gu Qingrong was busy explaining: "No." Wait. So whose name is the teacher asking? The teacher laughed: "I am asking, what is the name and age of the sick classmate, so that I can write a medical record later." I see. Gu Qingrong tightened his bag and explained: "The patient is my roommate, named Zhan Xing, 22 years old this year." "Good." After the teacher took the medicine, he sat down at the table and carefully wrote the medical record. In the process, the teacher suddenly asked, "Your name is Gu Qingrong, right?" He was surprised and nodded. "Well, I've heard of you, a short track speed skater." The teacher looked up at him and smiled and said, "Come on." Gu Qingrong tore open the corners of his mouth, smiled gently and nodded. The teacher took the pen, stacked the medical records in the upper right corner of the table, put all the medicines in transparent plastic bags, stood up and handed them to him, telling him, "You remember to tell Zhan Xing to have a good rest, don't stay up late, drink plenty of hot water, take the medicines three times a day, and I have written clearly on them how many pills each time. If the symptoms haven't eased after taking the medicine several times, he must come to the infirmary, you know? It's hard for you. " "Oh, by the way, my name is Simomo, and I am a newly arrived infirmary teacher. Starting today, I will study under Teacher Lin, assist him, and replace duty with him." Simomo said with a smile. Gu Qingrong nodded and took the medicine. The clothes on his wrist were smoked online because of his stretching out, revealing the scratch on his wrist. Simomo winked tightly and asked, "What happened to your hand?" Gu Qingrong rolled up his sleeves, held up his wrist and looked at it, only to find that there were several bright red scratches on his wrist with congestion. He paused, a little stinging, and his eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper. It is estimated that he scratched his nails while pushing with Gu Xueren just now. Seeing him standing still, Mr. Simomo stretched out his hand and dragged him aside, let him sit down, and turned to get anti-inflammatory water to diminish inflammation for him. Mr. Simomo also regards this group of students as his younger brother and sister, and he also studies medicine. Now his younger brother and sister are injured, so naturally they are more worried, which is also an occupational disease. Of course, it is not only for this reason. Soon after diminishing inflammation of his wound and putting on the Band-Aid, Gu Qingrong said thank you. Simomo picked up the cotton swabs wet with anti-inflammatory water and said with a smile: "Teacher Lin specifically told me that you are the hope of the school, but you must take more care of you." In the past, he was often injured during training. His arms, elbows, knees, legs and other places were covered with bruises, large and small. He didn't care much when he was slightly injured. Sometimes it was too serious, so he would come to the infirmary to take some medicine back to wipe it. Over time, Mr. Lin also knew him. Mr. Lin is an amiable person. He knows his relationship with the headmaster and that there are some contradictions between their father and son. However, as an outsider, Mr. Lin has never asked him about the reasons for the conflicts. Most of the time, Mr. Lin regards himself as an elder and cares for him. Gu Qingrong's eyes softened, as if all the unhappiness he met Gu Xueren today was brushed away by these until it vanished. That's ridiculous. The people who can give him warmth and point out the lights in his mind are all outsiders who have no blood relationship with him. However, those who are related to him are trying their best to control him and want him to give in completely and obey all his arrangements. "Teacher Lin is also very worried about you. I think you are a person who doesn't like to talk. I always like to hide unhappiness and boredom in my heart." Mr. Simomo looked him in the eye with a gentle expression. "I, Mr. Lin and your classmates are very concerned about you." "My classmate?" Gu Qingrong is suspicious. "Don't you know? That is the female classmate named Zeng Tiao. Although Mr. Lin takes care of you very much, there are more students who come to the infirmary at ordinary times, and they will neglect you. Many of them have been told by my classmates again and again, saying that if you come to the infirmary to get medicine, you should ask you more to see if you are hiding any injuries and not wiping medicine. " At the end of the day, Mr. Ximomo smiled, shook his head and sighed: "Zeng Tiao's classmates are also studying medicine. They are really similar to me. They are always worried that patients will not take good care of themselves." Out of the infirmary, Gu Qingrong stood on the path at the door. In the center of the school road is a cement road made of cement, which is smooth and flat. The paths on both sides are piled up with pebbles with uneven colors. At first glance, the color is darker than the blue-gray cement road, and a row of yellow ginkgo trees are separated from it, forming a good visual effect. In winter, there are few leaves on the branches of ginkgo trees, which are golden yellow. Snowflakes cluster into small snowballs on them, like a snowman. The breeze hit, took Gu Qingrong's black and white scarf between his neck, floated to his face, and then fell. Once passed... Gu Qingrong looked up and read the name silently in his heart. You are really nosy. The cool breeze blows gently, and where he doesn't notice it, the corners of his mouth hook up. Back to the dormitory, the other two roommates Lin Yifang and Chen Shen also came back. Gu Qingrong handed the rice and medicine to the fat man, and told him not to stay up late to do design homework all the time, and be careful to lose his life. Chen Shen is playing games, wearing headphones, shouting out from time to time: "Come on, come on, you fucking hurry up! I'm dying, help me!" Lin Yifang is a gossip. He is turning on his computer and browsing Sina Weibo. He doesn't know what he saw. He shouted: "Lie in the trough!" "Lin gossip woman, you don't give me a surprised at first glance can? I'm eating, and you scared me to death!" The fat man sat at his desk and turned to scold him. "No! What great secret did I see?" Lin Yifang disagreed and called them to come and see. "Lie in the trough, what the hell!" Chen Shen lost the game and was so angry that he took off his headphones. When he heard Lin Yifang's words, he was also interested. Lin Yifang stared at the computer screen and read word for word: "Surprised! Gu Qingrong, the handsome male god of A big sports, and this year's top female science scholar had a great exposure. It turned out that they were..." "Gu Qingrong?" After the three men shouted in unison, they all looked at someone who was holding a glass cup and wanted to drink water. Someone was dazed, but calm: "What are they? Read it." "Xiao Rongrong, as the hero of campus gossip news, you are quite calm!" The fat man cast admiring eyes on him, then approached Lin Yifang's computer screen and glanced at it. "Xiao Rongrong, in the super words of the school, someone wrote a peerless love for you and the female champion." The more you look at the fat man, the brighter he smiles. "Ha, ha, ha, someone sent a microblog saying that you personally helped the female champion carry her luggage on the day when the freshman reported for duty. It was your secret little lover." Gu Qingrong put down his cup, frowned, and leaned over to look. Indeed, a female blogger who showed that the school was their school sent a micro-blog article, in which he analyzed the relationship between him and Zeng Shao. Illustrated with pictures and texts, the analysis was very reasonable, and finally a message was confirmed with great certainty-Zeng Shao was Gu Qingrong's little girlfriend. "Poof-haha, haha, haha, Xiao Rongrong, a monk for ten thousand years, has an affair?" The fat man laughed from ear to ear. Gu Qingrong stared at him as a warning, and the fat man smiled and sewed his mouth. "What these people write, they don't know that our little Rongrong hasn't been in love in the past three years, and even the girls haven't held their hands. How can they fall in love behind our backs now?" Chen Shen winked and his voice was full of teasing. "No, who can believe it? What's more, on the day when the freshmen reported for duty, didn't the school let you pick up the top scholar?" The fat man hit Gu Qingrong on the shoulder and asked, "Why, with such a good opportunity, don't you have a good relationship with other girls and have a love affair in college? As the saying goes, life does not talk about a campus love, which is a lack of youth!" Laughter sounded from time to time in the dormitory, and three roommates teased Gu Qingrong, that is, Gu Qingrong, a frosty guy in MoMo, could calmly ask: "Do you know this person's Weibo?" If it were someone else, they had to be ridiculed until they immediately ran out and caught a girl and said, Do you want to have a love affair together? "I don't know." Three people shook their heads. "Help me find out." Gu Qingrong looked cold and calm, giving orders like a big boss. Lin Yifang quickly took his laptop and knocked, and the second disease began to commit: "There is only one truth-wait for me to check it quickly!" Three people: "..." Gu Qingrong gently evoked the corners of his mouth, fixed his eyes on the ID of the microblog blogger who wrote this article on Lin Yifang's computer for a few seconds, then turned around and returned to his desk. "Thanks, I found out that I invited the three of you to dinner." "All right!" The three smiled, "Don't blame us for blackmailing you!" Gu Qingrong frowned and smiled lightly, like a big man who looked down on all living beings: "How much can you blackmail me?" The three smelled someone's conceit and turned their faces one after another: "Big brother, have you done great things behind our backs and made a lot of money recently?" Gu Qingrong pointed to the trophies and certificates won in the short track speed skating competition with a desk, and his expression was innocent: "The prizes won from these competitions..." After a pause, his voice suddenly rose, and he was proud. "Enough." "Fuck!" Three people were instantly KO. Gu Qingrong smiled, and the smile really reached the fundus. In the end, he was silent for a while and suddenly asked them, "Lin Yifang and Chen Shen, do you two know there is architectural design homework?" "What the hell? I don't know." Both of them didn't filter information in their minds, so they waved with their hands and said. In a second. "What?! Lie in the trough! We have architectural design homework?!" Two people exclaimed. Gu Qingrong walked over and looked proud. He looked at the fat man in the eye. Sure enough.