Roman didn't like to listen to fairy tales as a child, he was a very annoying child because his wishes were not easily fulfilled.

He didn't believe in the story of the tooth fairy, he didn't believe in the elves and dwarves, and of course the fairy prince and princess story was the most annoying, he used to be a bad boy without any childlike innocence.

When he snorted on the bed, Roman felt that the words in the book in front of him were like reptiles covering the whole page, and he couldn't read a word, but he still stubbornly held on to the book.

Every man has the time of his aunt, and during this time they themselves are also depressed and sad, they are irritable not because the outside world provokes them, they give up on themselves completely because they are dissatisfied with themselves.

For example, Roman is now struggling with his remaining consciousness, he tries to fall asleep, but his body does not allow it, he lies down for a while and feels as if he has slept for a century, but when he wakes up, the hand only moves a quarter of a square.

He tried to read books, looked at textbooks to see past notes and knowledge points, worked overtime to stuff them into his brain, watching the words in front of him twist and go, Roman rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see at all, and knowledge couldn't enter his brain.

Roman put the book on his lap and looked up at the ceiling, not only did he feel dizzy and had a convulsive neuralgia, he felt like a piece of waste now, messing up everything.

Roman felt that his strange negative emotions were already hindsight...... He was seriously ill, and in Sing Dao, where there was no family and no special care, even the things he was most worried about were messed up.

I'm really a waste......

Roman looked at the ceiling, feeling that he was hot and cold, one moment he put on his clothes and wrapped the quilt tightly, the other moment he kicked off the quilt and felt hot, the most irritating thing was that no matter how hot he was, he just couldn't squeeze out a drop of sweat!

Roman's cough sounded intermittently, he now vomits everything he eats and drinks, and he wants to vomit everything, and being sick is the process of making people thin and thin, he is now sitting in bed and doing nothing and thinking about anything, just waiting for himself to get better.

What an act of sitting still.

In the afternoon, Honanstin helped him bring light food back from class, and Roman could only say that Honanstin was like this to himself.

"I thought you had something to do today, but now that I think about it, you might be sick and not feeling well."

Roman pointed to his throat and signaled that he didn't want to speak, the sick Roman was not as bad as he thought, Roman had just lost some of his former look, he was a little haggard now, but this did not affect Roman's glorious and tall image in the eyes of Honansteen.

"Teresa asked where you had been, and she noticed that you had been a little unusual for the last few days, and I said it might be sick."

Roman remembers the day when he could barely hold on to his consciousness, he lived like years, his time in the classroom had never been so long, and he fought hard.

Roman nodded, he knew, Teresa actually asked him, did he have a look of awareness of his abnormality for a few days?

"Hey, seeing that you're in such a bad state, hurry up and rest, I'll bring you whatever you want to eat tomorrow."

Honanstin glared at him weakly, Honanstin knew that there was light in Roman's eyes when he heard Teresa, but now there was only one piece of overwhelm in Roman's eyes.

One can imagine how deeply the disease tormented him.

He patted Roman on the shoulder and quickly said goodbye, he didn't dare to bother again, he rarely saw Roman can be sick like this, a person who doesn't wear much in winter and insists on exercising in the morning and takes a cold shower in the morning also has a moment when he is killed by the disease, after leaving Roman's room, Honanstin returned to the room and smacked his tongue.

He still put

It's better to keep the doors and windows closed, it's too uncomfortable to get sick in the winter.

Roman squinted in bed for a while after seeing Hornendine away, and his dreams were always strange, like a skewer of fragmented memories of his daily life.

Flion and Dwarf Man danced in his head, and he was disturbed by the sound of their dancing and loud exchanges, and Yalulu and Mila went into battle together, and Roman was dominated by half of his dreams by the bad woman he usually didn't want to see.

Where did Teresa go!

Roman was about to deform in anger in his dream, he thought of him so much during the day, why didn't Teresa show up when he was the saddest and most painful!

Flieon and Dwarf Man seemed to have an argument in his mind, they quarreled over the spells of the Thermal Imaging School, which was Roman's most hated and helpless subject, and the most hated subject coupled with Flion's loud rebuke of Dwarman's rage, Roman's mind was a mess.

There are not only dwarf man but also Frione, and as soon as the scene turns, Mila sits next to Yalulu, who takes the pair of newlywed dolls that are steaming black and helps them comb their hair, and Mira is wearing a black robe next to her like a widow Roman has never seen such a disgusting woman, one of them curses her husband to die, and the other curses her mentor's marriage to fall apart.

Why don't they die?

The thought came to Roman's mind.

When a person is sick, his dreams are chaotic and chaotic.

Roman didn't stop his nightmares because he dreamed of the person he had the most headache with, he was now so weak that he couldn't control his dreams, he dreamed that the scenery around him suddenly rose up while walking, and the more he walked, the harder it turned out that he had become shorter.

Everywhere he went, he looked at other people's butts, walked into the uninhabited wasteland, where the plants were so tall and eerie that Roman had been enjoying the thin but pure air of the high altitude, and he had never looked at the world from this perspective.

He had been walking among the overgrown and coarse vegetation, but suddenly he fell weightless, and sat on a barstool surrounded by stacks of manuscript paper as high as mountains and old books.

Roman has his own name in any of the pages, Roman doesn't know why he feels so dazzled when he sees his name, he opens the book.

What caught his eye was the folded test paper sandwiched in the book, and he unfolded the red cross in the test paper to blind his eyes, these turned out to be the test papers of the man Roman.

In the dream, Roman looked through his test papers, and the miserable test papers all had the teacher's comments.

Stupid and ridiculous!

The dreaming Roman knew that no teacher would dare to write these "arrogant" words on his own papers, because these words were not only aimed at Roman, but also set an example for the huge family behind Roman.

It's a blood-vomiting dream, Roman finally wakes up from the nightmares, and the bad luck is never alone, they love to rush up and beat the unfortunate.

Roman woke up, and his dizzy head did not improve by half a point, on the contrary, he had a splitting headache, like being smothered by someone.

He was struggling to open his eyes now, the book was really endless, Roman got up and wanted to take a hot bath, his mind was already starting to mess up.

Roman has had many diseases, but none have been so difficult to suffer......

Just when Roman was in the dark, Theresa was still at war in her head.

If, she said if, according to Roman, Teresa made a behavioral cue, she was indirectly admitting a problem.

She has a cold with Roman.

So, after thinking about it, Teresas walked halfway and ran back to the dormitory, and when she returned to the dormitory, she became uneasy, and Jonan Stin was still a very credible person.

So is she interested in Roman?

Teresa asked herself, is it interesting?

Yes, a little, not a lot.

Teresa knocked on her head, not only Khorkina thought so, Teresa also thought so, domineering men and women still like it on the surface and in their hearts.

Although Roman really ...... Mrs. was so unexpected.

Theresa found the yard that had been uprooted, and the yard looked a little desolate in winter, and Roman was uprooting the yard without any interruption because the regular pruning of the garden was too cumbersome.

After that, Roman and Jonanstine no longer had to worry about garden weeds, he was a rather decisive and neat man.

"Why are you here?"

Honanstin came down under the quilt, as a person who was afraid of the cold, Honanstin returned to the dormitory and never cared about his face, because he lived on the second floor, he was usually responsible for opening the door, but he was still a little surprised when he opened the door and looked at Teresa.

"Look at my sick tablemates, the teacher asked."

Lying, Teresa never lied, and didn't write drafts at her fingertips.

"Roman is not in good shape, he doesn't want to see people."

Jonanstin let Teresa in, and it seemed that everyone was huddled in their warm little room.

Jonanstin led Theresa up their stairs, and Teresa noticed that the rooms in the boys' dormitory were even more modest than theirs, and that not only did the stairs creak here, but there were also signs of new patchwork on the stairs.

"These are all things that Roman just got on the island, and the first time I learned to repair it when I was so old was after I went to the island."

Jonanstin noticed that Theresa was watching their staircase, and he slapped Roman on the back without leaving a trace.

"He's quite capable."

Theresa always felt that a young master like Roman shouldn't know much carpentry, but she didn't expect him to be quite good at it. ”

"I didn't know anything at first, it was all taught to me by Roman."

Jonanstine stood in front of Roman's door on the third floor, and Theresa could hear Roman's cough inside, unlike the restrained cough she heard that day, Roman coughed so much that his lungs were about to come out without panting.

Honanstine knocked on the door, and Roman's cough became quieter.

Theresa motioned for Joanstine not to say she was coming, and Honanstin banged on the door again.

"Roman, are you okay, you're coughing badly."

Roman didn't open the door, and his room was quiet after Honanstin began banging on the door, and there was a faint cough of Roman restraint.

"Hey! Roman Theresa is here! ”

Suddenly, Honanstine shouted, and Teresa was caught off guard, and just after Jonanstine howled, Roman's room was horribly silent.

Theresa covered her face secretly, why did Jonanstin suddenly howl.

Jonanstin sighed at Theresa and shook his head, Roman reluctant to open the door.

"He doesn't like to show his vulnerable side."

Jonanstin motioned for Theresa to follow him downstairs, Roman was a strong man who was not used to showing his weaknesses and gaining sympathy.

Honansteen felt sorry for Roman, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because of Roman's thin skin...... What a pity!