The days leading up to the exam flew by the fastest, and in the blink of an eye, there was less than a week left before the exam.

Tomorrow, Saturday, the rare break went from one day to two. Zhao Wenhuo and the teachers of various subjects told the students to go home and rest, and then they will face exams. Of course, there are more important security issues. Every year, there will always be one or two students who miss the exam due to injury, which becomes a lifelong regret.

Xiang Wan didn't let Xiang Qiaoyun come to pick him up, and like other students, he rushed home by the so-called "bus".

Take the bus home like Qiaoling. She got on the bus late, and there were only two small horses left in the car for people to sit on. One of them is still next to Xiang Wan.

Xiang Qiaoling thought about it, and finally squeezed all the way from the front row to the back row and came to Xiang Wan.

"Xiao Wan!" Xiang Qiaoling rushed to Xiang Wan with the sweetest smile, glanced at the short and sloppy little Mazha at his feet, and glanced at Xiang Wan who had been glancing out the window and didn't care about himself, and finally gritted his teeth and sat down.

Xiao Mazha is half a body shorter in the seat, and on the other hand, the oil, athlete's foot, and even fart that permeate the lower layer of the carriage will surround the person sitting in Mazha for the first time.

In the three years of school, as long as Xiang Wan walked with Xiang Qiaoling, as long as Xiang Wan occupied a seat, every time she did not give up her seat to Xiang Qiaoling, and she herself sat on the horse with her body nestled.

As for Xiang Qiaoling, every time he would say that he was sick, uncomfortable, and nauseous, and over time, it became a routine to give up his seat to Xiang Qiaoling in the evening.

This time, Xiang Qiaoling naturally thought the same way.

"Small, vomit ......" Xiang Qiaoling called Xiang Wan again, but before the word "night" came out, he vomited, covering his mouth and looking uncomfortable.

Xiang Wan heard the movement, and finally pulled her eyes back from the window, and turned her head to see Xiang Qiaoling looking at her with a sad face.

Xiang Wan raised her eyebrows, stared at Xiang Qiaoling's hand for a moment, and turned back without saying anything.

"!" Xiang Qiaoling, "Xiao ...... Gross!"

I don't know who was particularly immoral and suddenly took off her shoes, and an indescribable smell rushed straight to Qiaoling's nostrils without warning, so that she didn't have to pretend this time, and retched directly.

Although there were people in the car who couldn't stand the smell either, it was a pity that no one spoke to stop it.

After Xiang Qiaoling forcibly suppressed the nausea in his heart, he put on a weak white lotus that wanted to cry, looked up and said to Xiang Wan: "Xiao Wan, I, I'm a little motion sick......

It's not that there are no boys in the car, and some people want to pity Xiang Qiaoling like this, but unfortunately when they think of the next journey, this "pity and cherish the jade" that has just come out was cut off in the blink of an eye. The boys, especially the boys who grabbed the seats, were as if they were blind and deaf at this time, and no one saw Xiang Qiaoling's "discomfort".

Xiang Wan turned his head again when he heard this, looked at Xiang Qiaoling like a fool, and asked rhetorically, "Do you have anything to do with motion sickness?"

"I ...... "This time, Xiang Qiaoling didn't even have to pretend anymore, as soon as he opened his mouth, the whole person was not good, and he couldn't even breathe, "Xiaowan, I, I'm really disgusting, you ...... Can you please let me sit with you...... You've always given me your seat...... Gross!"

"I'm sorry, Sister Qiaoling, my legs are not good yet, Maza is too low, and it is easy to hurt my legs. So, you better bear with it, stick to it and you'll get home. Xiang Wan explained slowly and methodically, but he didn't see the anger and grievances that gradually surged up in Xiang Qiaoling's eyes.

"Xiang Wan, you!, vomit!" If you didn't get motion sickness before, then now, Xiang Qiaoling is really motion sickness. The nausea from her chest rushed for a while, so that she no longer had time to deal with Xiang Wan.

The corners of Xiang Wan's lips were lightly hooked, and he looked deeply at Xiang Qiaoling, whose face was full of pain, and the next moment, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and stretched it out to Qiao Ling, asking, "Do you use it?"

A smell that was enough to cut off the stench, enough to make people's souls detached in an instant, came suddenly, and the refreshing feeling made Xiang Qiaoling subconsciously reach out and grab it.

However, Xiang Wan suddenly stopped his hand when Xiang Qiaoling's fingertips were about to touch the handkerchief.