Since Song Zhu sat at the same table with Xie Jue, she found that there were indeed fewer and fewer people who harassed her.

is probably crowned with the title of "Xie Jue's tablemate", or others feel that they have Xie Jue behind their backs, and Song Zhu lives an extremely leisurely and happy life.

However, her communication with Xie Jue is limited to occasional information transmission.

"Song Zhu, Xie Jue didn't come to class today, you can help the teacher bring this information to him." Li Ming can already be regarded as an advanced teacher, and most of Xie Jue's absenteeism has adopted a positive educational attitude, and has never reported these to the teaching office.

Song Zhu couldn't help but think of his former homeroom teacher, who fired more than a dozen people in the third year of high school alone, and Li Ming was about the legendary "teacher of other people's classes".

Most of the classmates at the same table when they were students became very good friends, probably because people's personalities are very different, and those who can sit together day and night but have few contradictions must be able to tolerate each other.

When working together towards a goal, there will always be moments of sympathy, whether it is gossip or achievements, there are always endless topics to talk about, and it is not difficult to become friends.

Li Ming naturally thought so, and naturally put the task of news notification on Song Zhu.

The mobile phone screen was on, and there was a string of numbers lying quietly at the dial, and Song Zhu was still a little apprehensive.

"Xie Jue, I'm Song Zhu, I'm looking for something for you."

Xie Jue looked at the unfamiliar number, a little stunned, but he still reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he spoke, it seemed that the fight just now was an illusion.

"How do you have my number?"

A feeling of being snooped on in her private space made Xie Jue very unhappy, although she also guessed that it was given to her by Li Ming's guy.

"Teacher Li gave it to me, you didn't come to class today, do you have any information to give you, or will you come to class tomorrow? I'll put it on your table. ”

It's not early, it's been ten minutes since class ended, and the classmates in the classroom have already left, leaving Song Zhu alone sitting in his seat looking at Xie Jue's learning materials and not knowing what to do with them.

"Not coming." The boy's voice was very sure, and there was no room for negotiation at all.

After sitting at the same table for so long, Song Zhu naturally knew that he was determined not to come.

"This is for the exam the day after tomorrow, Teacher Li asked you to watch it, otherwise you should come to the school, I will wait for you at the gate."

Xie Jue looked at the wound at the corner of his mouth in the mirror, and gently applied some alcohol, but he still snorted in pain.

"You're hurt?" As soon as Song Zhu heard his voice, he felt that something was not right, he was weak, and his usual cold attitude was completely different.

"You don't have to."

"Where are you now, I'll send you the information."

Song Zhu was actually still a little worried, in case something really happened, in case he was the last person to talk to him, then he would definitely feel very guilty after that.

Anyway, I'll have to see him today.

Xie Jue didn't bother to deal with her, thinking that Li Ming must have given her a death order, and she must have sent the information to herself, otherwise according to her personality, she would not insist so much at all.

It's just that my head still hurts badly, and I just finished the fight, and my hands are a little weak.

When Song Zhu arrived, he saw Xie Jue, whose face was pale and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, was sick, and the momentum of the strongman on weekdays was also much weaker.

"Are you sick?"

As soon as Song Zhu wanted to reach out to explore Xie Jue's forehead, he was grabbed by someone's wrist, although the strength was not great, but it was still not very comfortable.

"I said that you don't have to worry about it, we were about the third chapter of the law at that time."

After Xie Jue finished speaking, he coughed violently a few times, closed his eyes in annoyance, and wanted to close the door after taking the information.

"Wait, I don't mean anything else, you'd better take your temperature yourself and see if you have a fever." Song Zhu eagerly blocked the door with his hand, but he didn't notice that he was still caught by the door frame, and a large piece of red at the joint turned red in an instant.

Xie Jue was obviously also frightened, his hand instantly retracted, and he looked at Song Zhu fiercely, but he still didn't let go: "I said Song Zhu, don't you like Mu Jiangzhu?" Then you should care more about him, don't bother me all day long, don't you have points? ”

Song Zhu sometimes felt that Xie Jue was like the snake in the story of the farmer and the snake who didn't know how to ask for warmth, and he must face everyone with the attitude of hurting the enemy and hurting himself by eight hundred.

Whether in good faith or in bad faith.

Of course, Song Zhu knew that he was from the perspective of God, knew what Xie Jue had experienced, and what made him such a hot and cold character now.

Besides, it's just a hand caught in the door, it's not a big deal.

"You wait, don't close the door yet."

Xie Jue looked at the back of the girl who ran away in a hurry, and her body, which didn't have much strength, was even more tired.

He doesn't need the charity and kindness of others, and he never wants those false things. The fake look makes anyone feel disgusting when they see it.

What's more, she also likes Mu Jiangzhu.

When he came back to his senses, he had been waiting at the door for several minutes.

Xie Jue rubbed his hair irritably, and was about to reach out to close the door when Song Zhu's figure appeared in the stairwell again.

Because of the running, the broken hair on the girl's forehead was wet with sweat, and her cheeks should have been sunburned, and a touch of ruddy hung on them, and she was panting on her knees.

"Well, there is a thermometer, cold medicine, and alcohol, you can measure it yourself later, if you have a fever, take medicine quickly, and don't give me money, just take it as me Thank you for being willing to be my tablemate."

The original owner's body is not good because of his previous spoiled reasons, although Song Zhu has been healthy for a while, his foundation is still empty.

It's just that I didn't expect that I would be too tired just to run for a while, and I used to run 800 meters without panting.

It seems that we still have to continue to maintain our health.

Of course, Xie Jue didn't know that Song Zhu was thinking about this at the moment, but he just looked at the things in Song Zhu's pocket and was a little sluggish, and he didn't want to reach out to pick it up after he came back to his senses.

"I said, you don't have to worry about my business."

Song Zhu raised her hand and looked at her watch, feeling that if she didn't go back, she was afraid that Song's father and Song's mother would be worried, and she didn't have much spare time to talk to this uncle about tongue twisters here.

directly dragged Xie Jue's hand over and put the plastic bag on the person's wrist.

"I've bought it all, do you like to use it, I'm home, goodbye."

Song Zhu walked in a chic manner, and the shadow under the sunset was long and long. Xie Jue looked at the figure that disappeared in the distance, the look in his eyes was gloomy, and he still took the medicine in his hand and entered the house.

"It's really pretending, and there's not even a flaw."