Chapter 10: Dare not steal hearts
Duan Chenhui came to the medical room, put down the stone egg, pulled up his trouser legs and took a look. The red poisonous patterns became more active as he moved more.
Doctor Zhang put down the test tube and came over: "Did the general fight with anyone today?"
Duan Chenhui sat on the chair and frowned: "But the enemy escaped."
Doctor Zhang was a little surprised. Anyone who was targeted by Duan Chenhui could not escape. "It seems that the enemy this time is a bit tricky. I will treat you first."
"Yeah." Duan Chenhui nodded and pointed at the stone egg, "Let's study it later."
"Okay." Doctor Zhang is not only a doctor, but also an all-round researcher. He drew a row of syringes, took them out one by one, bent down and injected Duan Chenhui's foot. "It may be a little painful." He spoke habitually.
"It's okay." Duan Chenhui leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanged, and touched the armrest, "It's just that I didn't get to eat the watermelon."
"Um?"
"He Qing stole a watermelon and brought it back."
“…” What and what is this?
Doctor Zhang finished the last injection, stood up, and packed up the syringe: "Then you can go downstairs and eat now."
"He should have finished eating." Although Duan Chenhui said this, he still stood up and went out. "Write a report for me after you finish your research."
"Yes." Doctor Zhang sent him out. Seeing Duan Chenhui looking fine, he couldn't help but admire his endurance. He had given this kind of injection to someone before, and that person couldn't help but hiss even though he was very patient.
But it's really strange that the general was thinking about eating watermelon while getting an injection...
Duan Chenhui went downstairs and didn't see He Qing. He checked the time and opened the terminal: [He Qing, are you in the room? Dinner is almost ready.]
[General...I am in the vegetable garden.]
【？ ？ ？】
[There are also yellow-heart watermelons here. ]
Duan Chenhui slowly turned his head to look out the window. It was already dark outside. He Qing sometimes behaved as if he was locked up in the White Tower and felt suffocated. Everything he saw was new and curious. He put the voice converter on his ear and asked, "You're back to school again?"
"yes!"
"I'll come pick you up in a minute."
“??? No need, I’ll be back.” He Qing touched a watermelon, cut the vine, and found that Duan Chenhui had hung up the phone, so he must be on his way.
He Qing stood up and patted the watermelon, staring at Zhang Yi who was standing opposite him. Zhang Yi lowered his voice and said, "You asked me to come out in the middle of the night to steal... ugh, pick watermelons, and even called the general over?"
"The general asked to come here on his own initiative." He Qing sighed as he touched the watermelon.
Zhang Yi walked away holding his watermelon: "Forget it, I'm leaving first. Bye."
"Goodbye, classmate Zhang. I'll invite you to steal melons next time."
Zhang Yi almost stepped into the trap. He Qing knew they were stealing the melons! And he even asked him out! How abominable!
He Qing also wanted to run away holding the watermelon. After walking for a while, he suddenly heard a deep male voice coming from the front.
"He Qing, do you dare to steal anything?"
He Qing looked up and saw Duan Chenhui coming out from the flowers. He touched the watermelon and curled his eyes: "No, I only dare to steal the watermelon." But he dare not steal the heart.
"Is there anything you dare not steal?" Duan Chenhui pointed at the watermelon in his hand with a smile, "You are not convincing at all."
"There are many things I dare not steal, such as stealing people." He Qing smiled while holding the watermelon.
Duan Chenhui felt the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly: "You still want to steal someone?" Does He Qing know what this means? Is there something wrong with Baita's education? Does he need to draft a proposal?
"I mean I don't dare." He Qing walked over with the watermelon in his hand and placed it on his feet. "I'm afraid I'll be locked up in a small dark room."
"Don't make such jokes again in the future." Duan Chenhui patted the watermelon to remind him, and the watermelon made a "dong dong" sound, "Otherwise, you will be like this melon."
"The head fell off?" He Qing asked hesitantly, "Or the head burst into pieces? Half red and half white? A small dark room?"
Duan Chenhui smiled: "Guess?"
He Qing touched the back of his neck and raised his hands in surrender: "I can't guess, please let me go, General." He pushed the wheelchair to change the subject, "I didn't expect the general to come so soon."
"Because it's close." Duan Chenhui no longer cared about him.
He Qing took a few steps and suddenly heard the voice of a classmate coming from the front.
"Damn it! How dare the melon thieves steal my melons! Go and surround them!"
“……”Duan Chenhui looked down at the watermelon placed on his feet.
"..." He Qing looked down at Duan Chenhui, "If the headline of the campus network tomorrow is 'God of War sneaked into the campus to steal melons in the middle of the night', will it affect your reputation and prestige?"
"What do you think?" Duan Chenhui looked up and stared at the culprit.
He Qing felt guilty, so he pushed Duan Chenhui and turned around and ran: "Then let's run!"
"There's a sound ahead! Chase!" the classmates ran over angrily.
"I told you someone was stealing the melons!" This was Zhang Yi's voice. "Don't let them get away!"
"..." Amitabha, it turned out that there was a little traitor among them. He Qing shook his head and pushed Duan Chenhui to turn a corner and avoid the trap calmly, "Which way to go next? I don't know the way." He handed the lead to Duan Chenhui.
He Qing was very calm, and Duan Chenhui was even calmer, directing him to avoid traps and pursuits: "Left, turn right ahead..."
"The general is very familiar with this place. Has the general stolen melons before?"
"No."
"That's a shame. The fun of melon stealing is the escape and the catch."
"It seems that you are enjoying this kind of fun." Duan Chenhui was very interested and let him see how many faces the little white lotus had.
"This is just a little spice in life. The students are very energetic." He Qingba remained calm and collected.
Duan Chenhui smiled: "It's okay on campus, but not outside. Be careful of being wanted nationwide." Anyway, stealing melons on campus is very frequent every summer and has become a traditional program.
Sometimes even the instructor would secretly join the melon-stealing team, and the two sides would engage in a battle of wits and courage, which was even more fun.
"I'll try my best?" He Qing ran to the depths of the garden in one breath, looked up and admired the lantern flowers above his head. The lantern flowers emitted strange and charming colorful lights at night.
Duan Chenhui raised his eyebrows: "What are you thinking about?"
He Qing pointed at the flower bud and said, "Maybe there is something inside..."
"No." Duan Chenhui looked up and saw the flower bud emitting soft fluorescence, attracting prey. "There is sticky stuff inside. I don't think it's a good idea. Besides, the space is too narrow."
"Really?" He Qing looked down at Duan Chenhui. It turned out that the general hated sticky things?
Duan Chenhui sat still, while He Qing was still eager to make a move. The two of them were competing with each other, and they could hear the sound of students chasing after them from behind.
Duan Chenhui was not panicked at all: "We are about to be discovered."
He Qing glanced at the flower bud with regret: "Then maybe next time."
"Um?"
"fine."
Duan Chenhui glanced at him sideways. It seemed that He Qing really had a special liking for hiding in flowers. This hobby was quite strange since he was not a bee.
He Qing walked over and touched the tree trunk, then input some spiritual power into it, then pushed Duan Chenhui to continue walking. Not long after, he heard the screams of Zhang Yi and the others.
"Help! The carnivorous plant has entangled me!"
"We're all busy with our own business! Why is it so excited?"
He Qing slowly pushed Duan Chenhui out of the botanical garden, and suddenly saw a sneaky person in front of him.
"tutor?"
Qiao Yi turned around, holding a watermelon in his hand and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth: "Hey, what a coincidence, comrades, are you together?"
"..." Duan Chenhui was silent for a moment, "What a coincidence." No, it was his first time to steal melons... and he was accompanying He Qing.
Qiao Yi curled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "General, what a rare guest." It was the first time for him to see Duan Chenhui, who flattered "impartiality and law-abiding", come to steal melons. It was so funny, hahahaha. He must complain about him in the group when he goes back!
Duan Chenhui nodded indifferently in the face of the ridicule from his former classmates. Now that he was caught red-handed, he didn't want to explain any more.
He Qing pushed Duan Chenhui over and looked at Qiao Yi's melon: "Teacher, your melon is so small."
Qiao Yi touched his little melon, looked at his big melon, and raised his lips: "Then change one?"
"Okay." He Qing immediately exchanged the melons between them.
"..." Qiao Yi touched the big watermelon he got in exchange and pondered for a moment, then looked down at Duan Chenhui: Don't you want to persuade him?
Duan Chenhui stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.
He Qing smiled and put the small watermelon he had exchanged on Duan Chenhui's feet, pointed to the electronic lock of the back door and said, "General, it's your turn."
He Qing looked at him, and Qiao Yi also looked at him.
Duan Chenhui glanced at them, and finally took out his card to swipe the back door. The door opened, and the three of them sneaked out.
Qiao Yi waved at them while holding the melon: "Goodbye, see you next time." He glanced at Duan Chenhui who was forced to "go along with the crowd" and couldn't help laughing.
Duan Chenhui had completely calmed down and waved to him: "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Teacher." He Qing also waved obediently and pushed Duan Chenhui home.
"General, do you know the mentor?"
"Yes, he is a former classmate. Although he seems to be nonchalant and not afraid of anything, he is actually most afraid of cockroaches and spiders."
He Qing's eyes lit up: "So that's how it is, I can't tell."
Duan Chenhui smiled and looked up at him: "You can't judge a person by his appearance, don't you think?"
"The general is right." He Qing smiled nonchalantly, "Let's go back and eat the melons."
On the other side, people in Qiao Yi’s group were really “eating melons”. Qiao Yi sneezed midway through his speech: [Ahem, this is what happened. I can’t believe it! ]
General Sun: [This is really an eye-opener! Duan Chenhui used to be so conservative. Xiao Qiao will report it again! ]
Qiao Yi: [How disgusting! Can you change your name after so many years? ]
General Sun: [Sorry, I find it disgusting too.]
Everyone: [Hahahaha]
Dr. Qin: [But this is quite intriguing.]
The dean who sneaked in: [Then I must go meet He Qing. ]
Everyone: [Teacher, take it easy. Don't be fooled by his appearance.]
Dean: [Stupid, I'm not like Duan Chenhui who is obsessed with looks. ]
General Chu: [However, Duan Chenhui is a face control and his standards are really high. In the past, he didn't even notice the beauty when she passed by him. ]
General Sun: [I guess it’s because of the different types. Duan Chenhui may really like vases, although it’s hard to believe.]
Renamed · Front Yard Flower · General Miao: [Thank you very much. ]
Everyone felt a chill down their spine and immediately dived into the water.
Qiao Yi turned off the screen and touched his chin, but is He Qing really a vase? Although her grades, physique, and potential are really bad... or does Duan Chenhui want both?
He wants a vase, but he also wants someone with equal abilities to him.
What a difficult man to serve. Never mind. I don't need him to serve me anyway.
Qiao Yi shook his head, cut the watermelon open with a knife, and looked down.
Damn! His melon is half-ripe! Half red and half white!!
They knew about this a long time ago?! How cruel! !
Dr. Qin: [Ding, by the way, Qiao Yi, is your melon ripe? ]
Qiao Yi was smoking a cigarette, looking down at the watermelon, and replied to his classmates: [Very ripe, very sweet.]
Dr. Qin: [Do you think the watermelon has improved? Then accompany me to buy watermelons tomorrow.]
Qiao Yi wiped his face: [Leave it to me.]
Tonight he understood a truth, although it was half-cooked, it could be stir-fried... in every sense of the word.
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