In the early morning of the next day, it was gray everywhere, and there were only a few people in the classroom, Jiang Lige walked in listlessly with dark circles under his eyes. She hadn't slept well last night, so she got up early and didn't wait for the bear to come.

Putting down the schoolbag, yawning, and moving his muscles for a while, Yu Guang inadvertently glanced at the person next to him, why something was not right, lying on the table for a long time without moving.

It's already early winter, and he only has a black hooded sweatshirt stuffed into his white school uniform, how can he still dissipate heat?

Jiang Lige stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Song Wanqiao's shoulder, but he felt that something was wrong, hesitated for a few minutes, and said softly,

"Hey! Song Wanqiao, that ...... Are you okay? ”

No response.

She screamed twice, but still didn't respond.

Jiang Lige panicked, reached out to pat him, his fingertips just touched his clothes, and the burning sensation instantly spread to his palm.

Sure enough, I was sick and looked serious.

Song Wanqiao heard someone calling him in a daze, raised his head, looked up, and met those anxious eyes.

"Do you have a fever?"

Song Wanqiao glanced at her, turned around, and said in a low voice with discomfort, "It's okay." ”

"How can it be okay if it's like this, or I'll tell the teacher and ask him to call your parents and take you to the infirmary to have a look."

Jiang Lige's gaze swept around his face, and his hot red cheeks were no longer as white as before.

"No, you don't." He doesn't like to take medicine, and he hates injections, and a minor illness like this will pass after a while. Besides, he didn't want to alarm his family.

"You ......" Jiang Lige wanted to say something more.

Song Wanqiao suddenly turned her head and calmly interrupted her,

"Don't meddle with things."

This is where the conversation comes to an abrupt end.

Have a finger in the pie! Have a finger in the pie! Have a finger in the pie!

He even said she was nosy!

Jiang Lige picked up the chopsticks and poked the rice on the plate viciously a few times.

"Crazy? Rice dug up your ancestral grave? ”

The big bear squinted at her, this person is really like a mad dog, catching and biting whom, but, if you think about it, it seems that rice is indeed used to bite.

"Am I nosy, you say?"

"It depends on what's going on, if you mean that you complained to my mother two days ago, saying that I bought Xia Xiaoyu a hairpin, then I really think you are nosy, if you mean that you helped me deliver love letters yesterday, then I think you are not nosy, but very helpful."

Jiang Lige was so angry that she would ask this person only when her brain was mothed.

"No more!"

She picked up the plate and hurried over to the place where the cutlery was recycled.

The big bear shouted, "Hey, hey, did you see the big-character poster posted on the wall?" 'Operation Disc', you haven't eaten a bite, come back and finish eating, don't waste food! ”

"What kind of plate, she usually can't wait to eat all the plates!"

Fang Tang didn't take it to heart, thinking that he should not provoke her until he figured out why she was angry, and continued to bow his head and nibble on the ribs.

"Strange ......"

"What?"

"Her aunt is here today?"

"Nope!" The sugar cube wiped the grease stains from the corners of his mouth.

Big Bear's expression was a little subtle, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out who provoked her.

The winter campus is full of cold feelings, and you can breathe white air when you say a few words, and the plane trees next to the road are almost bald, and when the wind blows, the few remaining leaves also fall down. Today, the sun is unusually mild, Jiang Lige looks from afar, and there are boys playing in the playground.

She was irritable and walked a few steps back to the cafeteria.

Da Xiong was opening his mouth to suck ramen, and when he saw Jiang Lige standing at the window of the rice, he stopped his movements and asked Sugar Cube,

"What is she doing?"

"Uh...... Maybe you haven't eaten enough, so buy another one. ”

"Then why don't you eat in the cafeteria, why do you take it away?"

"Do you still need to ask, I don't want to see you!"

The cafeteria of Linchuan Middle School is not allowed to pack meals, and after Jiang Lige explained to the cafeteria aunt for a while, he went upstairs with the food. Someone pointed along the way, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace.

The classroom was clear, only Song Wanqiao was alone, he was still lying on the table and did not move.

Jiang Lige put down the rice and antipyretic medicine together and poked his arm, "Hey! Don't go to the doctor, at least eat something! ”

Song Wanqiao heard the voice and frowned, it was that stupid girl again.

He said that, what did he do with food?

"I don't ......" use.

"If you like to eat or not, if you don't eat it, throw it away, return the plate to me in a while, and I will take it to the cafeteria aunt!"

Jiang Lige got up and went to the corridor, the cool breeze was blowing in her face, she was a little sober, what did she just do? She actually yelled at Song Wanqiao!

Touching your face, why is it so hot, could it be that she was infected by Song Wanqiao?

In the afternoon, halfway through the class, Song Wanqiao suddenly collapsed on the table.

The math teacher's hand holding the chalk head froze, and he quickly ran down and asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Jiang Lige said, "I have a fever. ”

"You're sick like this at the same table, and you still don't know about it? Help him to the infirmary immediately, when will he be cured, and when will you come back! ”

Jiang Lige was stunned, but it was normal to think about it, the math teacher was almost sixty, and he was the vice principal of the school, so he was used to assigning people, besides, he couldn't let an old man leave so many students to accompany Song Wanqiao to see a doctor.

She went to pull Song Wanqiao's sleeve, but he didn't move.

She reminded in a low voice, "If you don't leave, the teacher will let people carry you." ”

These words really worked, and Song Wanqiao stood up with the only remaining strength.

When she arrived at the infirmary, the female doctor took Song Wanqiao's temperature, "My God, 41.6 degrees, do you want to wait until your life burns out before coming over?" ”

Song Wanqiao leaned back in her chair and was silent.

"Today's children, one or two don't know how to take care of their bodies, they always have to be demeanor and not temperature, and they still carry their ...... when they are sick," the female doctor muttered as she went to get the infusion belt.

Jiang Lige left in a hurry, and left in full view of everyone, without comic books and magazines, picking his fingers for two hours, feeling too bored, and fell asleep.

Song Wanqiao was originally closing his eyes to recuperate, feeling that something very heavy had fallen on his shoulder, and when he opened his eyes, it was a black head.

Jiang Lige slept very hard, and his cheeks were deformed because of the squeezing.

"Hey!" Song Wanqiao called her sideways.

No response.

"Hey!" Again, Jiang Lige still didn't move, sleeping like a pig.

Song Wanqiao was speechless, whether she would accompany the patient to see a doctor, or borrow a place to sleep openly. He leaned down, Jiang Lige lost his support, his head fell into the air, and he suddenly came to his senses.

She immediately understood what was happening, and hurriedly stretched her sleeves to wipe Song Wanqiao's clothes,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the saliva accidentally got on you."

Song Wanqiao stopped her and said lightly, "It's okay." ”

Jiang Lige retracted his hand, his face was as red as a ripe prawn, and it happened that the female doctor came over to pull out the needle for Song Wanqiao, which alleviated the embarrassing scene.

"When you're done, come and get some medicine with me and you can go back."

Jiang Lige was just about to get up when he felt an undercurrent of heat in his body. No way! My aunt didn't come early or late, but she came at this time, she ...... She wants to hit the wall!

Song Wanqiao stepped out of the door with one leg, and when she saw that no one was following behind her, she looked back at her, "Don't go?" ”

"You go first, I still want to sit for a while, hehe, this chair is very comfortable, and there is a backrest."

Song Wanqiao glanced at her twice, and felt that this child was really lacking roots, but she didn't say anything.

After prescribing the medicine, the female doctor gossiped and asked him, "That girl in there is your girlfriend?" ”

"It's not."

"It's not why she's sitting here with you for so long?"

He wanted to say that he was idle, but he didn't feel the need to explain to a stranger, so he took the medicine and prepared to go back to the classroom.

"Young man, I see that her face is not very good, and she sits on the stool and refuses to get up, I guess it is the time of menstruation, and I have a few spare tampons in my bag, or will you send them to her? I still have several patients here waiting to have their needles removed, and I can't get free. ”

Song Wanqiao blushed, it turned out that he had misunderstood her, it wasn't that she didn't want to go to class, she just couldn't stand up.

But, let him send that kind of thing, no, resolutely no!