This is an English class, and the English teacher stepped down and asked a student to read a conversation from a textbook.

Everyone turned to look at the teacher, and it was an almost perfect time period to peek at Usu.

The students who got up to read were in the back row, and the teacher had already walked past the middle row of seats in the classroom.

I naturally turned my head to observe the side face of Usu.

Looking at the long shiny black hair draped diagonally, there are times when I really wish that time could stop.

Suddenly, I felt an elbow blow from the back, hitting my spine straight up.

I almost screamed out in pain, and in an instant I understood that Wang Xiaomei's movements were even greater.

An elbow pressed against my back, and I subconsciously turned around and asked, "Are you biting a mosquito?" ”

Wang Xiaomei shook her head and said with a somewhat ugly face: "My whole body is so itchy, not like a mosquito." It's weird, it's very uncomfortable for me. ”

"Itchy? Particularly uncomfortable? I looked at Wang Xiaomei's body in confusion.

It was a small patch of redness, with a continuous stream of red pimples.

Some of these pimples seemed to be bursting with fluid, one after the other, crimson.

From the small part of the face, down the neck.

Of course, there is also the chest that flickered with Wang Xiaomei's scratching, which was a large area of red.

The scene is not good-looking, and even a little scary.

I immediately got up from my seat, and the amplitude of my movements seemed to attract the teacher.

"Lixia-san, what are you doing?" The English teacher said puzzled.

I stretched out my hand to Wang Xiaomei and said, "The red ones are big and big." ”

The English teacher walked over slowly, and Wang Xiaomei also got up and said, "Teacher, I'm so itchy." ”

The female teacher of the English class walked up to Wang Xiaomei's side, lifted her clothes and looked at her and said, "Allergy or chickenpox?" Have you had chickenpox before? ”

Wang Xiaomei shook her head and said, "No." ”

"What's for lunch?" It seems that there is fried hairtail. You're not allergic to seafood, are you? The English teacher said again.

"No allergies." Wang Xiaoli said.

"It should be chickenpox, chickenpox is a trivial matter. How old are you? And you, why are you so nervous when someone has chickenpox? The English teacher said.

I sat back in my seat, my mind full of thoughts.

Wang Xiaomei said: "Sixteen years old. ”

"I didn't come to chickenpox until I was sixteen, so it's relatively late. I'm sure you're having chickenpox for the first time? Not before, right? The teacher said.

"Nope." Wang Xiaomei said.

"Don't scratch it, it'll leave a scar if it's broken. It's not pretty, you listen to me now and go out to your homeroom teacher. Show her, then ask her for a leave of absence and go home. Let the family take you to the hospital to prescribe medicine, and come back when the acne is gone, right? ”

Wang Xiaomei nodded, didn't say anything, sorted out her schoolbag, got up and walked out of the classroom.

The English teacher looked at me and said, "Are you alright?" Scared? You wouldn't be unaware of chickenpox with all the fuss, would you? ”

"I didn't." I said.

"Then be careful, maybe it's contagious. But it's good if it's hairy, and I still have chickenpox in my twenties. The English teacher said.

I nodded.

"Eh, alright. There will be it, and the others will not discuss it. It's okay to pass the immunization, so let's go ahead if it's okay. Where did you just read it? The English teacher said.

I don't know why, but at that moment I had a bad premonition.