Chapter 90: Critically Ill
In the morning, Yao Bingxia was a little distraught, and finally got out of class at noon, Yao Bingxia and her best friend Chen Guo went to the cafeteria to eat.
"Xiao Xia, I see that something has been wrong with you in class today, you shouldn't really have a boyfriend, right?"
The round-faced girl Chen Guo said curiously.
Yao Bingxia said with a little emptiness: "Xiaoguo, you are with me every day, inseparable, do you think I look like I have a boyfriend?" ”
"Well, that's true, so what's wrong with you?"
Yao Bingxia hesitated for a moment and asked, "Xiaoguo, did you say that it was possible to dream of a story that impressed you particularly deeply, and you even developed feelings for the characters in the story, and this character really exists in reality......"
"Xiao Xia, no, did you dream of someone in reality? And then fell in love with him? Male or female? ”
"What nonsense! I dreamed of a stranger, I had never seen each other before, but in the dream, his story was particularly tragic and distressing......"
Yao Bingxia said as she spoke, her fair little face flushed a hint of crimson.
All she could remember in the dream, except for the last paragraph, was all the sweet pictures when she was with Pang Xuelin, and some scenes made Yao Bingxia, who had never been in love, soften.
Chen Guo didn't notice Yao Bingxia's strange appearance, and puffed his chin and said: "I've never seen this, under normal circumstances, no matter how impressive the dream is, it may not be long after waking up and it will slowly fade away." You don't remember it very well, do you? ”
Yao Bingxia frowned and shook his head, but did not respond.
She knows very well that she not only remembers it very clearly, but even has an unforgettable feeling, as if she has really shared the joys and sorrows with Pang Xuelin for so many years.
"Xiao Xia, tell me quickly, who did you dream of?"
Chen Guo said with a grin.
Yao Bingxia said: "Okay, Xiaoguo, don't ask, it's just a dream, maybe I'll forget it in two days!" ”
"That's just as well!" Chen Guo said with a smile, "But I really didn't expect that the first person to walk into our Colonel Yao's heart turned out to be a person who dreamed of it, this is really - the lover of dreams!" ”
"You still say! Begging! ”
The two girls chased after each other, and the laughter soon spread throughout the campus.
After eating in the cafeteria, Yao Bingxia returned to the dormitory and prepared to take a nap, a habit she had developed over the years.
But as soon as he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, Pang Xuelin's figure came out of his mind again.
Yao Bingxia turned over, picked up her mobile phone, and found Pang Xuelin's WeChat ID.
Pang Xuelin's circle of friends she flipped through in the morning, it was empty, and the other party didn't seem to have posted a circle of friends at all.
Yao Bingxia thought about it, entered the word [are you there] in the information column, hesitated for a moment, she deleted these two words again, and then changed it to [Hello], and then when she was about to click send, Yao Bingxia coaxed again and deleted the message directly.
She simply quit WeChat, opened the browser, and searched for information about Pang Xuelin.
In addition to the news about Pang Xuelin on the Internet, there are also videos of interviews with TV media and videos of him in class.
Yao Bingxia thought about it, found out the Bluetooth headset and put it on, and then secretly looked at it in the bed.
Under normal circumstances, a girl of Yao Bingxia's age either chases dramas or watches variety shows, and she won't even glance at this kind of conversational interview video.
But now, watching Pang Xuelin and the TV host talking eloquently, Yao Bingxia didn't feel bored at all, but watched it with relish.
After watching Pang Xuelin's talk show, Yao Bingxia found a video of his class and watched it.
When she saw the ending, when a beautiful girl stood up and asked Pang Xuelin if he had a girlfriend, Yao Bingxia was a little irritable.
She still remembers that two days ago, there was an affair between Pang Xuelin and his beautiful female colleague in the media.
An hour passed unconsciously, and soon, Chen Guo, who had been asleep, came to her: "Xiao Xia, the rehearsal time is coming, let's hurry up and go to the rehearsal room, next week we will determine the list of candidates to participate in the European International Art Grand Prix in France this time, you are our female number one, don't drop the chain during this time!" ”
"Alright, alright, I'll come down right away!"
Yao Bingxia turned off the video, thought about it, opened Weibo, and decided to pay attention to Pang Xuelin.
But when you enter Pang Xuelin's name in the Weibo search box and click to search, the latest information that appears makes Yao Bingxia panic all of a sudden.
"It is suspected that Professor Pang Xuelin was sent to the intensive care unit, and the genius mathematician is critically ill!"
What flowed out on Weibo was the picture of Pang Xuelin being pushed into the ambulance, although the picture quality was not high, Yao Bingxia recognized the person in the cart at a glance as Pang Xuelin.
Yao Bingxia suddenly panicked, and hurriedly searched for the news that Pang Xuelin was critically ill.
This keyword has been on the hot search on Weibo, and it is currently ranked thirteenth and is climbing on the Internet.
It's just that there isn't much information flowing out of Weibo, and there is no other news other than that photo.
"Xiao Xia, it's almost too late, what are you doing?"
Chen Guo urged.
"Oh, I'll get down right now!"
Although Yao Bingxia was anxious in her heart, she also knew that it was useless to be anxious in this situation, so she could only wait for further news.
For an afternoon, Yao Bingxia was completely out of state.
During the rehearsal, there was either a mistake here or a problem there, and I was scolded several times by the leading teacher, but I still made mistakes when I should have made mistakes.
In the end, the teacher couldn't stand it anymore, called Yao Bingxia aside, and said, "Xiao Xia, what's wrong with you in the afternoon?" Something is clearly not right in your form, have you been under too much pressure lately? ”
Yao Bingxia shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Teacher Huang, I have something to do and want to take a day off. ”
"Leave?" Teacher Huang frowned and said, "Xiao Xia, the European International Art Grand Prix will start in two weeks, and as the protagonist of the classical dance in the youth group, now is not the time to pick a pick!" ”
Yao Bingxia said anxiously: "But Mr. Huang, I really have something urgent, give me a day, and I'll come back the day after tomorrow to rehearse well, okay?" ”
Teacher Huang looked at Yao Bingxia, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Okay, but tomorrow's rehearsal can't be stopped, I will let someone else participate in the rehearsal instead of you, if the effect is good, can you participate in the European International Art Grand Prix, but that's it!" ”
Yao Bingxia bit her lip and said, "Teacher Huang, I still hope to take a day off!" ”
Teacher Huang looked at Yao Bingxia for a long time before he sighed and said, "Go ahead, remember to come back on time the day after tomorrow to participate in the rehearsal!" ”
"Thank you, Mr. Huang!"
Yao Bingxia quickly exited the rehearsal room, went to the locker room to change into regular clothes, and then found his mobile phone and began to book air tickets on the travel app.
It's just that this time is the peak tourist season, and today's air tickets from the capital to Jiangcheng, not to mention economy class, are even full of first-class business class.
Yao Bingxia opened the 12306 website again, checked for a long time, and finally found that today's high-speed rail is also gone, but at nine o'clock in the evening, there is a Z-shaped green car, hard seat, and it takes nine o'clock tomorrow morning to reach Jiangcheng directly. ”
Yao Bingxia booked the ticket without hesitation, then packed it casually, hurriedly left the school with a small bag, and rushed to the train station.