After a false alarm, Xueba finally returned to school on Monday morning.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, he immediately felt a strong eyewave strafing. Before the teacher came to class, he walked up to the podium, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, because I have narcolepsy, I will have irregular attacks, and I accidentally had another attack last week, which made you worry, I'm really sorry." After saying that, he bowed.

Fang rushed over, pulled him off the podium, and looked left and right. "Narcolepsy! What you say is true, is there really no sequelae? ”

Duchamp laughed dryly: "There are still sequelae, my whole body is numb after sleeping for a long time, I am very weak now, can you be lighter." ”

Other familiar buddies gathered around one by one, stretched out their paws and hands up and down, personally checked whether he was missing arms and legs, and asked what was called 'narcolepsy'.

Duchamp explained solemnly: "A smart brain like me, how many things to think about every day, there is always a time when the brain is overloaded." Then after a while, when it feels that the load has reached the upper limit, it will automatically rest for a while, and as long as it sleeps well, it will be fine. ”

Fang's eyes widened: "Your illness is too dangerous, what if you fall asleep in the wild, what if you suddenly fall down while walking on the street, if there is no one around, wouldn't any danger happen." ”

Duchamp nodded and said, "Yes, so I decided to adjust my work and rest time, get up half an hour late every day, and ensure that I sleep for at least 8 hours to reduce the probability of danger happening again." ”

As he was talking, he heard the sound of sobbing and choking from the side. Morgana was full of grievances, and when she saw that everyone was looking at her, she simply covered her face with a handkerchief and ran out. A few followers next to him shot this side a few times fiercely, and also followed.

Duchamp grinned, presumably Morgana had been under a lot of pressure this week.

Duchamp walked back to his seat and sat down, and Mark, who was sitting next to him, moved the table and bench, and talked to him in small words, telling him the news of the week.

The biggest news of the week is naturally that the 'school tyrant' can't sleep.

According to Mark, after he fainted, several versions came out on campus, all of which were related to him fainting.

Legend 1:

Morgana fell in love with Duchamp, but because she didn't have a chance to start, she finally couldn't hold it back, and slapped the bricks from behind, intending to overlord the bow, who knew that the strength was not well controlled, causing Duchamp to fall asleep.

There are two arguments to support this claim: first, the female nurse in the school infirmary proved that Morgana rushed into the school infirmary with Duchamp in her arms on the night Duchamp fainted; Second, the school doctor found that Duchamp had suffered a blow to the back of his head and that there was slight bruising on the epidermis.

Duchamp was not calm at all when he heard it, and if he continued like this, his brother's innocence would be gone! He gritted his teeth and whispered angrily: "Is this a joke you made up, I'm afraid someone else won't be able to make it up so well." ”

Mark said lewdly: "Don't worry, there is another way to say it." ”

Legend 2:

It is said that Duchamp has been in the limelight on campus recently, and he has repeatedly made a lot of nonsense, criticizing current affairs, especially dissatisfied with certain measures in the prime minister's administration, which has angered the reformers, especially the 'witch faction' composed of the prime minister's cronies.

The witch faction had long wanted to attack Duchamp, and on the same day, the witches made a plan to get Duchamp drunk in the name of inviting everyone to drink, and then let Morgana come forward and fish Duchamp out. When Duchamp arrived, the heavy witch rushed out and there was a flurry of punches and kicks. Dushang has a martial arts, but one man is unable to stop five women, and unfortunately falls to the ground and cannot sleep.

Duchamp only listened to it, glared at Mark and said, "With your imagination, it's a pity not to make a movie!" ”

Mark wondered, "What is a movie?" I have a third version here, and this one is the earth-shattering ghost. ”

Duchamp bit his cheek and said word by word: "Master doesn't want to hear it!" Don't pollute my ears. He turned around, listened intently, and ignored the gossip man again.

Daniel, who was sitting in a row in front of Duchamp, turned around and said, "The third theory is that Stellary, you were targeted by state agents, forcibly unconscious with unknown anesthetics, and then nominally for treatment, but actually took a slice to study the structure of your brain. ”

"What!" Duchamp was creepy.

Even this group of students who are not familiar with the world can come up with this kind of stalk, I'm afraid that the real agent has long been eyeing him as a freak, although this time it is not really sliced, but it is difficult to say that it will really get this kind of treatment in the future. His face was gloomy, and on the surface he seemed to be listening attentively, but his heart had already flown out of the clouds.

"A shining character like Xiao Ye, how can he hide it, how can he prevent this kind of thing from happening?" Duchamp fell into deep contemplation.

On Monday morning, there was Professor Ashley's theory of guidance, and as soon as Professor Ashley entered the classroom, he saw his protégé sitting in his seat unharmed.

He didn't rush to class at first, but walked over and asked for details, knowing that it was just a false alarm, so he was relieved.

During the time when Duchamp was in a coma, he received complaints from many students, demanding that the murderer be severely punished, if Duchamp was really hacked, it would be a severe test for him, the head of the department.

Seeing that Professor Ashley had entered the classroom, the girls also ran back one after another.

Duchamp looked at their faces, and they all looked like the summer sky that was about to rain heavily.

For the sake of your own safety, try to maintain a normal relationship with this special group! Duchamp thought bitterly.

How do you brush up on favorability? Please eat, or give a red envelope? Duchamp was absentmindedly plotting.

"Styry!" After two consecutive classes, Professor Ashley exclaimed, "In order for you to recover better, you don't need to participate in this week's lab assistant and guide network experiments, and try to rest and recover as much as possible." In addition, there is no need to do the homework on the theory of conductivity. ”

Duchamp happily thanked Professor Ashley for his kindness, but was immediately shocked by Professor Ashley's other kindness.

"Although your symptoms are not common, I decided to ask a brain specialist to diagnose you to be on the safe side."

God, what are you afraid of!

One day, in class, the girls' faces were particularly ugly, especially Morgana.

How to brush up on friendship with the girls, Duchamp finally decided to use that trick. At noon, he went to the lab again and contacted Emma again.

In the afternoon, Emma sent all the flowers he had designated.

Before the time of the season when the roses were in bloom, Duchamp ordered a small bouquet of violets and a common mixture of white flowers.

Before class in the afternoon, he sincerely bowed to the girls one by one, apologized for the disturbance caused by his sudden fainting, and presented them with bouquets.

Sure enough, the girls were overjoyed one by one.

Morgana snorted through her nostrils and said, "It's not your fault, some of the people who spread the rumors should stand up and apologize." Although his face was clearly unappreciative, he still stuffed the bouquet into a drawer.

Morgana was supposed to have left last week, but it was only to prove her innocence that she had waited for the end of Xueba's illness, so she has been delayed until now.

At the end of the day's lessons, Morgana walked away in silence.

All that was left was the topic she had thrown out before parting, which had been haunting Duchamp's mind.

In the future, life seems to be on the right track, everyone should go to class, rehearse and rehearse, Duchamp tried to find an opportunity several times to secretly ask Eisenberg about the information about 'that incident', but Eisenberg always avoided it intentionally or unintentionally, and kept a distance from him.

Later, he had to ask the know-it-all around him, and Liermu told him: "Of course, it's because you sent flowers to Morgana to apologize." ”

Duchamp snorted, completely desperate for this world full of tsundere.