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    Wen Wen did not go into Changshao Street while riding her bike in the morning. The sound of the sports car roared to the street and stopped abruptly. She got out of the car, took off her helmet, adjusted her glasses frames, and neatly smoothed her messy hair to her ears.  Then she turned around, pursed her lips habitually, and merged into the street that was in great contrast to her image.

    It's not yet half past seven, but the people living on Changshao Street are workers and hawkers. At this time, they are all biting buns on the street, rubbing their eyes, riding little sheep, tricycles, or bicycles, getting ready to go to work.  .

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Wen Wen is wearing a formal suit, holding a 50-centimeter-long briefcase diagonally in one hand, and casually pocketing it in his trouser pocket with the other hand, it is very eye-catching.

    Fan Xiaozhu specially bought ingredients for Ami to stew soup, and cooked some noodles for breakfast. She started working on it after six o'clock. Now that the soup was almost ready, she wanted to wait for Ami to come down and cook the noodles.

    After doing this, she put the medicine she had just brought on the table, arranged the mirror, and then turned her back to the mirror, holding the medicine in her hand but not knowing what to do.

    There was a scratch on his back, which was not caused during the competition. Fan Xiaozhu couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw it.  Because it is an underground boxing ring, from time to time there will be some quarrels and quarrels after losing, and people will gather to make trouble. Although they are only a small number, it can be really chaotic when they fight.

    It was so chaotic that Fan Xiaozhu couldn¡¯t even remember what the person who chopped her looked like, but fortunately it wasn¡¯t serious.

    Wen Wen would arrive at around seven o'clock every time. When he saw that the door was closed, he would not knock or call. He would sit by the window and wait for Ami to come downstairs.

    For Ami, a student, I don¡¯t have a particularly deep impression of Wen. I just think that the little girl is very handsome and well-behaved. Compared with other visually impaired students, her mentality is relatively stable and she does not make any noise.

    Compared to Ami, Wen Wen was more impressed by Ye Zhiqiu.

    Even if Ye Zhiqiu doesn't speak, standing there, people can still feel her excellence. From head to toe, she matches the word exquisite. Especially when they know that she is a doctor, her gentleness is a bit surprising.

    It¡¯s really rare to be able to maintain elegance anytime and anywhere despite being busy at work. The most important thing is that such a special woman can still find time to take care of a blind man who has nothing to do with her.

    It¡¯s really puzzling.

    Wen Wen stared at the people and things in the house through the window, her lenses glinting dimly behind the steaming soup pot, and there was no wave in her slender eyes.  She stared blankly at the short-haired girl in the room, while her mind was sorting out the relationship between Ami and Ye Zhiqiu.

    The tuition fee she charged was not cheap. Ye Zhiqiu paid most of it and Ami paid a small amount.  This is why?

    The tattoo was too complicated. Wen Wen was still in a daze, motionless, but his mind finally started to think about the scene in front of him.  Were you going to fight?

    I don¡¯t know if I lost or won.

    Fan Xiaozhu switched his left hand to his right hand. He was holding a cotton swab in his hand and didn't know what to do. He couldn't reach his back. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so he took off his loose shirt again to make it easier to take out his hands.

    This way the wound can be slightly touched.

    Fan Xiaozhu looked at the medicine in the bottle, gritted his teeth, and thought it would be better to just pour it.  She was worried that it would be spilled on the floor, so she got up and found something to spread on the floor.

    As soon as she stood up, she found that Teacher Wen, who was motionless and almost reached the upper frame of the window, was staring at her seriously.

    "Ah, I thought I would get a tattoo on my chest - what would it look like if I got a tattoo on my chest?"  In circles?  Wen Wen is still immersed in thinking about tattoos, focused and meticulous.

    "Teacher Wen, Teacher Wen." Fan Xiaozhu felt a chill all over her body, and her eyes through the window were motionless and slightly squinted, as if a sharp knife was about to cut her open and study her.

    At the call of the voice, Wen Wen finally put away his dazed state and nodded slightly: "Open the door for me."

    Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door.  Probably because of Ami's influence, she felt scared every time she saw Teacher Wen.

    ¡°If I wasn¡¯t a boxer, I might have run away from her.  Fan Xiaozhu thought so in his heart.

    Wen Wen didn't know what Fan Xiaozhu was thinking. He came in and put his bag on the table, then stared at the meat that was still stewed on the stove. Then he lowered his head and picked up the medicine bottle on the table, turning his head slightly.  , the glasses slide down a little.

    Fan Xiaozhu shrank down, her delicate brows formed into a straight figure, and then she heard Teacher Wen indifferently order: "Sit down."

    Fan Xiaozhu is a typical scumbag who goes to school.sp;Ami was afraid of Teacher Wen, so she touched it carefully twice more before she gently reminded Teacher Wen: "There are no words on it."

    "Can't you touch the words you wrote?" Wen Wen took the paper back and shook it in his hand, making a sound of the paper colliding with the air.

    Wen Wen placed the normal braille paper in front of Ami again, with small raised dots on it: "Read these words."

    Ami can basically read the spelling, although it is a bit slow, but after touching it a few times, he can still roughly understand what the word is.

    After going back and forth several times, she realized that this was the Braille text saying "Sorry, Ye Zhiqiu."

    "Don't you feel sad that you can't even distinguish what you wrote?" Wen Wen pushed up his glasses, with no emotion in his tone, straightforward and indifferent: "You are not sorry for Ye Zhiqiu."

    "The one you're sorry for is yourself."

    The thick textbook was photographed in front of Ami. Wen Wen didn't like to talk nonsense, so he just said lightly: "Class."

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