Classroom of the first class of liberal arts in the third year of high school.

Xue Mu came early, and this point in the classroom, except for the boarding students, is the top student who only focuses on learning.

It was quiet.

Xue Mu found the book he wanted to review and looked at it intently.

As time passed, the students came to the classroom one after another, and the classroom basically removed the footsteps and the subtle sound of the pages rubbing, and as the number of people in the classroom increased, the humming reading sound gradually became louder.

Li Qiao walked into the classroom sweating profusely.

"Rub." Xue Mu handed over a clean handkerchief.

Li Qiao took it and explained in a whisper while wiping his sweat: "My car is broken down on the road." ”

She came from the manor, and it would have been nice to walk at home, but the car broke down on the road, and she couldn't get a taxi in the morning, and she was lucky enough to borrow a bicycle to barely get to school, and she was almost late.

"You came by bike?" Xue Mu frowned.

Li Qiao nodded, gasped, took out the water cup from the bag he was carrying, and raised his head to drink.

Thirsty to death.

Xue Mu saw that Li Qiao's face was a little red and there was no discomfort in her face, so she was relieved, and her eyes swept over the lunch box in her bag: "There will be classes in a while, you eat something first to pad your stomach, and I will help you watch the teacher." ”

"Mu Mu, you are so good! Love you to death! ”

Li Qiao couldn't wait to pounce on Xue Mu and give Xue Mu a hug, and then give a Momo Da.

Xue Mu's eyes gradually softened, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Li Qiao took out some of the lunch box from the bag, opened it directly with the bag, and showed the pastries in the lunch box to Xue Mu like a thief: "These are all made by my mother, Mu Mu, you can taste it too, it's delicious." ”

"It's delicious when you look at it." Xue Mu lightly touched the edge of the lunch box and said softly: "You eat first, I have eaten in the morning, why don't you eat quickly, the teacher is coming." ”

Li Qiao nodded, hurriedly picked up a piece and lowered his head to eat quickly.

I ate three pieces in a row before I felt more comfortable in my stomach.

Xue Mu handed her the water cup: "The teacher is coming, put it away, and eat it after class." ”

Li Qiao responded vaguely, hurriedly packed the lunch box, and as soon as he took out the textbook, the head teacher walked into the classroom and began the routine morning inspection.

After the second class, Li Qiao covered his stomach: "Mu Mu, I have a stomachache, go to the toilet first." ”

After she finished speaking, the person had already gotten up from her chair and ran out of the classroom.

Xue Mu smiled, recalled what the teacher said in class, found the supporting knowledge points and began to consolidate the questions.

Li Qiao came back when class was about to start, and he was lying on the table with a wilt.

"Got a bad stomach?" Xue Mu asked.

"I always had a stomachache last night and wanted to go to the toilet, and I thought I had a good night's sleep, but I didn't expect it to be here again." Li Qiao complained aggrievedly.

"It's more comfortable to cover it with your hands."

Xue Mu's fingertips gently slid over Li Qiao's palm, grabbed her wrist and asked Li Qiao to cover his palm on his lower abdomen.

Li Qiao obediently did so.

The class bell rang, and Li Qiao was just about to take his hand down.

"You just hold it like this, I'll help you get the book." Xue Mu turned the textbook he needed to use to the page of the teacher's order and put it in front of Li Qiao.

Li Qiao winked at Xue Mu and thanked him silently.

Xue Mu responded with a smile and motioned for her to listen carefully.

Li Qiao was busy concentrating, and at the end of the first class, Li Qiao found that his stomach really didn't hurt anymore, and he didn't have the urge to go to the toilet anymore.

"Haha, Mu Mu, you're right, I knew I found a hot water bottle to cover it last night."