The two carried the person to the infirmary, and the doctor measured Jiang Yanyan's temperature, and was so frightened that he almost threw away the thermometer, "40 degrees, why does it burn so badly?" ”

Zhou Moruo and Tang Qiao looked at each other speechlessly,

The doctor used a wet towel to physically cool down, and said, "You say that you children can't take care of yourself when you're so old, what if you burn out your brains?" ”

Jiang Yanyan's face was as red as a boiled hairy crab, and he frowned, "Zhou Moruo,"

Zhou Moruo walked over, "Huh? ”

"You guys go back to class," his voice was hoarse, "just call Xie Chao over,"

"Got it," Zhou Moruo glanced at him, "You have a good rest,"

The two returned to the classroom, Zhou Moruo asked Tang Qiao to inform Xie Chao, she sat back in her seat, took out her mobile phone to play games,

However, his thoughts wandered uncontrollably, and all that floated in his mind was Jiang Lianyan looking at her and saying, "You are very clean,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at the villain on the screen who had been cut to the point of helplessness, was silent for a long time, and turned off the phone.

She leaned back on the backrest, feeling a faint unease in her heart, the memories seemed to have been torn open a gap, and those unbearable memories of the past broke out one after another, crashing into her heart,

But she suddenly found that it didn't seem to be so painful anymore.

Until the end of the evening self-study, Jiang Lianyan did not go back to the classroom, and Zhou Moruo guessed that he was too sick to go home.

Tang Qiao felt that her brother Jin's state was a little wrong, because Zhou Moruo not only didn't sleep all night, but also practiced calligraphy for the first time.

She leaned over and looked at it, "Brother Jin, what are you writing?" ”

"Write a name," Zhou Moruo looked at the classmates in front of him, and wrote down his name one by one.

Tang Qiao looked at it carefully for a long time, "Brother Jin, what are you...... Writing a seating chart? ”

Zhou Moruo said while writing, "I remember that when we were in junior high school, the class leader was responsible for writing the seating chart, right?" ”

Tang Qiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood that Brother Jin was fulfilling her obligations as a squad leader.

But no, when did her brother Jin become so positive? Except for the cat, Tang Qiao didn't see Zhou Moruo do anything seriously,

"Brother Jin," Tang Qiao looked at her seriously, "Did the bully threaten you?" ”

"What can he threaten me?" Zhou Moruo glanced at her, "You can help me think of names when you're idle, I can't remember several of them,"

Tang Qiao rolled her eyes, "You can't remember where I remembered?" I don't have your god-like memory,"

Zhou Moruo has a good memory, and the people she has seen, listening to the words in her ears, can maintain an impression for a long time.

Tang Qiao sighed, it's a pity that her talent like Brother Jin couldn't be used in her studies, but it aggravated her nightmare.

She grabbed a piece of paper and patted Wu Boyu, "Little Fatty, pass this piece of paper forward, let them write a name, and say that the squad leader should make a seating chart,"

"Okay," Wu Boyu took the paper and leaned in front of Zhou Moruo, "Squad leader, do you know what my name is?" ”

Zhou Moruo glanced at him, "Wu Boyu,"

Wu Boyu scratched his head, "I didn't expect the squad leader to remember my name," he smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit, "Actually, I still have a nickname, called Xiaopang,"

Zhou Moruo smiled, "It's very suitable for you,"

The chubby classmate was shocked by this unexpected smile, and quickly turned his head with a red face.

Tang Qiao laughed out loud, Zhou Moruo glanced at her and motioned her to shut up,

After a while, the note came back, Tang Qiao only glanced at it, and couldn't help but slap the table and shout, "Which idiot wrote this?!" ”

"What's wrong", Zhou Moruo put down the pen and reached for the piece of paper,

Tang Qiao quickly picked it up, "Brother Jin, don't look at it, I'm angry when I see it,"

"Take it," Zhou Moruo stretched out his hand, "Your brother Jin and I have a good temper, how can I get angry so easily,"