Chapter 11

"Take her or not?" Qin Ze asked his teammates for advice.

"No." Li Liang refused.

Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Ba Liang said it didn't matter.

Qin Ze invited him to join the game and joked, "maybe it's really a sister?"

The second set was much easier than the first one. After more than half an hour of running in, the single player didn't stay cute. At least, she listened to the command. She seemed to know that Qin Ze was the core of the team. As long as he marked, he would be obedient. Qin Ze asked her to come and go, and she would come and go. Let her hit Bruce Lee, just hit Bruce Lee.

Three consecutive wins.

Qin Ze looked at the time. There was a professional class at 1:30 p.m. and 2:00 p.m.

"It's offline. Play by yourself."

"Don't, don't, I'll win another round and be promoted to silver. The great God asks for a lead, Moda." The opposite is coquettish and cute.

"No, I have to go to class."

"Ho Ho, are you really a pupil?"

"Change small characters into big ones!"

"Where do the gods go to college?"

"Shanghai University of Finance and economics."

"I'm also from Shanghai stock market, scattering flowers."

"Oh."

"Play next time?" Probe into the interview.

Qin Ze replied with "HMM.", Quit the game, settle accounts, and shut down.

In the afternoon, Qin Ze didn't dare to fly away like an open class with his thoughts flying. Even if he went to college, the old man was also very tight on his grades. He often said that if he didn't work hard, the old man would be sad.

The old man is full of despair about Qin Ze's future

But Qin Ze's level is limited. After each class, he can only understand half at most. He is not a Xueba type, and can't specialize in his studies in his spare time. In the past, he was often dragged by Qin Baobao to the library. After Qin Baobao graduated, he immediately said goodbye to the library.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, after finishing today's class, Qin Ze followed his roommate back to the dormitory. He couldn't escape the dirty mortar nest in the boys' dormitory, and the garbage can that hadn't been emptied for a week, which was filled with honey paper balls. There are yesterday's take out lunch boxes and some clothes on the table. Fortunately, there is no peculiar smell in the air.

Qin Ze took all the sheets and sheets he hadn't slept for months off and put them into a plastic bag, ready to take them home and throw them into the washing machine.

The four were chatting in the dormitory. Li Liang proposed to continue to fight in the Internet cafe in the evening, which was unanimously agreed by everyone. Qin Ze readily agreed that he was addicted to playing games and had not played games for some time.

"Look at the campus forum, look at the campus forum!" Zhao Ba Liang roared.

Qin Ze and others opened the campus forum in doubt, and a post was refined at the top, with a gimmick Title: "startle the emperor in the face, angrily hit the school grass zhangmingyu."

The post described in detail the wonderful process of Zhang Mingyu being beaten in the face by an unknown person in the open class of the finance department in the morning. Her writing was sophisticated, restrained first and then raised, and her writing was ups and downs. Then several photos are attached.

The first is a projection of selected Russian paragraphs, the second is Zhang Mingyu's impassioned recitation, and the third is Qin Ze's back, flying hard on the blackboard. The fourth is Zhang Mingyu's gloomy face.

From the morning to now, seven or eight hours, more than 3000 posts have been viewed and 999 comments have been made+

"There is a picture and a truth. I believe it."

"Well done."

"Uncle, please."

"What's wrong with my God?"

"Why is there no front photo? Everyone loves him."

"It's not like looking at my back. Is this kind of goods compared with my male god?"

"Hit your sister in the face, Lanzhou baked cake."

"Zhang Mingyu has a lot of brain powder. I heard the students present say this. It is said that the professor who gave the lecture assigned extra-curricular tasks to the students, translated the Russian language and wrote insights. Then Zhang Mingyu coaxed her to stand up and said that the professor didn't need it, too pediatrics. She recited it in Russian on the spot, and pretended to force it if there was a disagreement. The students applauded one after another. At this time, the face slapper suddenly stood up and shouted," I have different opinions. " I saw him strutting onto the platform, brushing and translating into Chinese characters, and refuting Zhang Mingyu's view... My classmate said that he and his friends were stunned. "

"Upstairs, I laughed to death. This is the legendary pretending to be forced, but being fucked!"

"I feel pain when I hit this face."

"Zhangmingyu excitedly leaned over his right face: please continue!"

"We have a lot of rich people. Call the rich second generation to know what it means to be taller than each other."

"Landlord fool, long live Zhang Mingyu, Zhang Mingyu is invincible, Zhang Mingyu will last forever... Zhang Mingyu smiled and put down the gun pointing at my head!"

Most of the comments are popular, and there are also many supporters of zhangmingyu. You come and go, and your words are fierce.

"Qin Ze, you are angry." Li Liang burst into laughter as he read the comments.

Qin Ze worried and said, "can I live until tomorrow? Will I be killed by zhangmingyu's killer?"

Zhao Ba Liang patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "brother, go all the way, and trust me with Xunlei account."

Liu Ziqiang laughed and said, "show me your sister's picture before you leave."

"Get out!" Qin Ze laughed and scolded, threw his mobile phone on the bed and began to take off his pillowcase. I almost forgot the pillowcase.

At this time, Qin Ze's phone rang. Looking down, the caller: elder sister!

Qin Ze connected the phone and turned on the hands-free. While removing the pillowcase, he said, "why?"

"Where are you?" Qin Baobao's sexy voice came from the loudspeaker, some hoarse, some whiny.

Li Liang, Zhao Ba Liang and Liu Ziqiang looked directly at their mobile phones, their eyes shining.

"At school, what's the matter with you?" Qin Ze knew as soon as he heard that she was in trouble. Her usual voice was not sweet at all.

"Why don't you come back?"

"I will come back later, or I may not come back from living in the dormitory." Qin Ze said that it is common for them to stay up all night as soon as they play games.

"If you don't come back, I'll jump to show you." Qin Baobao said with a cry.

"What happened!"

"Aunt is here..." Qin Baobao said wrongfully.

"I'll be right back." Qin Ze resolutely hung up the phone, carrying a plastic bag, carrying a bag on his back, and strode towards the door.

Great aunt is here

get back right away......

Nima, there is a lot of information.

The boy was really charming and disguised as a single dog to mix with them.

Three roommates rushed up, one hugging his waist, one hugging his legs, and the other turned around and closed the door.

"Crazy, what are you doing?" Qin zemeng forced.

"Your boy is not authentic. I'll say that you haven't lived in school for three years. How can you be free from fishiness?"

"Who is the other party, holding the grass, with a sweet and sexy voice, shamefully hard."

"If you confess, be lenient and if you resist, be strict."

"Go, go, I don't have time to quarrel with you." Qin Zehu's body shook, shook open the three entangled guys, opened the bedroom door, and flashed out.

Trot all the way downstairs and run wildly.

Qin Baobao has dysmenorrhea, which he knows. When she used to live with her parents, she was in pain every time she had a menstrual period, looking like she couldn't live. At that time, with his mother taking care of him, Qin Ze was watching the excitement. At that time, he secretly congratulated himself that he was not a woman. As she gets older, dysmenorrhea becomes less, and occasionally she still hurts a few times. Qin Ze will go to the supermarket to buy brown sugar for her, make a cup of brown sugar ginger tea, and add a few dried dates. These are all taught to Qin Ze by her mother. Qin Baobao is a moron in life. She can't count on herself for these.

"System, I saw in the points mall that you can exchange medical skills and treat dysmenorrhea."

"Please check by yourself."

"NIMA!" Qin Ze burst out a rude sentence. It's time to run for a quick walk, open the points mall, life: medical treatment: Traditional Chinese Medicine

After reading for a long time, I finally found a prescription for female dysmenorrhea and a massage technique. A total of 80 points.

"Host, it is recommended that you directly exchange for" primary traditional Chinese medicine proficiency ", which only requires 150 points. After exchange, you will automatically learn massage techniques and obtain ten primary prescriptions."

Qin Ze hesitated and decided to exchange for "primary Chinese medicine proficiency". How to choose between one-time and permanent? Qin Ze didn't need to be taught.

Drugstores are everywhere in the university town. There are two hospitals, one is a third-class hospital, but there are not many stores selling traditional Chinese medicine. This is because there is a college of traditional Chinese medicine nearby. He took two subway stations, rushed to the traditional Chinese medicine store to collect the herbs on the prescription, took a taxi directly on the roadside, and arrived at the gate of the community in 15 minutes.

When Qin Ze opened the door and entered the room, Qin Baobao curled up on the sofa, didn't take off his high heels, covered his stomach, frowned tightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat exuded from his forehead and nose tip.

"Why does it hurt again?" Qin Ze closed the door, threw his hands on the sofa, frowned and asked, "does it still hurt?"

Qin Baobao looked at him with kitten like eyes. He had no strength to speak, and breathed out a word: "pain ~"

"Go to bed first." He grabbed Qin Baobao's long legs of silk stockings, took off high heels, put his hands into the bends of his legs, lifted her sideways and walked back to the room.

"Ouch, take it easy. I want to die of pain."

Qin Ze put her on the bed with more strength. Qin Baobao was shaken and almost shed tears.

Women are trouble!

Qin Ze muttered in his heart. He stretched out his hand to untie the button on Qin Baobao's chest. 36d was ready to crack his clothes.

"Why?" Qin Baobao was surprised. Despite the pain, he subconsciously covered his chest: "do you want to take the opportunity to molest your sister? I didn't expect you to be such a Qin Ze, whining..."

"Hey, your sister, take your hand away. Isn't there a shirt in it?" Qin Ze clapped her hands and untied them one by one. The small white shirt was very close to her body. After lying down, her flat abdomen and navel were exposed.

"I feel sick. Don't you know how to untie your clothes? It's so tight." Qin Ze complained loudly, moved to the end of the bed, raised her sister's stockings and long legs, slowly pressed Sanyinjiao acupoint, then Taichong acupoint on the instep, and three minutes later, changed into Xuehai and Diji acupoints, and so on.

Qin Baobao narrowed her eyes, and with Qin Ze's pressing action, "uh huh.".

For half an hour, Qin Ze's fingers were sore and sweaty, but he couldn't turn on the air conditioner. "How did you feel?"

Qin Baobao touched his stomach and blinked, "it doesn't hurt anymore."

"It's just a temporary relief. I'll fry a bowl of medicine for you now. Lie down and rest. Don't blow the air conditioner, cover the blanket and keep warm."

"Decoct medicine?" Qin Baobao was stunned: "yes, what's the matter with your massage just now? When did you know this skill? Mom, if you make it out early, my sister won't have to suffer for so many years."

"The massage technique was learned by watching videos on the Internet. The medicine was specially rushed to the traditional Chinese medicine store to ask the old traditional Chinese medicine. He said it was very effective in treating dysmenorrhea." Qin Ze didn't have a good way: "it's not because of your old problem that I have studied for more than half a month."

Qin Baobao sat up, his eyes rolling, his smile like a flower, and suddenly pursed his mouth: "good brother, kiss one."

"Kiss you big head." Qin Ze turned and walked out of the room, took the medicine into the kitchen, cleaned it, soaked it for ten minutes, put it in a soup can and boil it for fifteen minutes with a high fire, and fed it with a low fire for ten minutes. A bowl of black medicine juice would be cooked.

"Woo... It's hard to drink." Qin Baobao tasted it and immediately suffered.

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Qin Ze said a golden sentence handed down from generation to generation.

Qin Baobao, under his brother's threatening eyes, pinched his nose and poured the medicine soup, which was very unsophisticated and hiccupped.