The bell rang, and the infirmary returned to its previous quiet.

After a series of detailed examinations, the nurse began to give Fu Monian a drip.

Dong Jiancheng hung the stethoscope back on his neck, his eyes were solemn, "Your stomach and soy milk don't match, don't try again!" Your schedule must be adjusted from tonight onwards! ”

Fu Monian's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his thick eyelashes were heavy.

Ignore it and say nothing.

Dong Jiancheng motioned for the nurse to go out first, he sat on the stool next to the bed, and said earnestly: "The body is the capital of the revolution, is it worth it for you to do this now?" ”

A gentle breeze blows through the cracks in the windows, and fresh air creeps in.

The sweat-soaked hair on his forehead moved slowly, and his far-reaching and gloomy eyes reflected the blue and white walls, Fu Mo Nian said hoarsely, "With more running-in, it will eventually become a match." ”

As long as he follows his heart, no matter how big or small, it is worth it.

"I was so stupid just now, even if Uncle Dong promised me not to tell them about today's incident, someone would report it to them."

The corners of his lips pulled the arc of self-deprecation, and Fu Monian closed his eyes again.

"I'll be fine after a little rest, I can hold on."

Dong Jiancheng was in a complicated mood, he got up and tucked the quilt, "Have a good rest." ”

The fifth class of the third year of high school is a physical education class.

The basketball draws a parabola in the air and slams down.

The basketball court was silent.

The boy who committed the crime was breathless, and ran forward nervously, "Are you okay?" I was just careless. ”

Zhang Lingling covered his smashed head with one hand, kicked the basketball away with one kick, and left the basketball court without saying a word.

Qiao Huaxi had just come back from buying drinks from the small supermarket, "Lingling, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's fine." Zhang Lingling was distraught.

Qiao Huaxi glanced at the boy with a bad face behind her, and whispered, "Quarreled?" ”

Zhang Lingling stopped and glared at her unhappily, "Why should I quarrel?" ”

Qiao Huaxi stopped, unscrewed the drink in his hand and handed it over, "I said the wrong thing, dissipate my anger." ”

Zhang Lingling directly stuffed the drink back into her hand, "I don't want to drink it." ”

Qiao Huaxi's words were choked, "...... Didn't you say let me teach you how to play basketball? Can you get started now? ”

"Suddenly I'm not interested, you can fight it yourself." Zhang Lingling held his breath in his heart, and rubbed Qiao Huaxi's shoulder awe-inspiringly and went out.

Seeing Zhang Lingling leave the basketball court, Qiao Huaxi didn't catch up.

The boy who accidentally injured Zhang Lingling just now came over with a basketball and blamed himself: "I just accidentally hit her head with a basketball, but she didn't say anything, just kicked the basketball." ”

Lingling didn't say anything?

Qiao Huaxi was stunned in her heart, according to Lingling's previous temperament, she would never let go of this boy.

Zhang Lingling walked around the campus with his head down, kicking a small pebble and walking for a long time.

Suddenly, a large shadow appeared in front of it, which turned out to be a banyan tree outside the infirmary.

Zhang Lingling took a few steps forward, and then retreated back to the same place, with mixed feelings in his heart.

With her hands in her pockets, she lifted her proud head, squinting slightly at the little sunlight among the lush foliage, her eyes scorching, her eyes tingling.

Fu Monian, I must hate her now.

After stopping for a while, Zhang Lingling left.

As everyone knows, Dong Jiancheng in the infirmary has been paying attention to her, and he hesitated for a few minutes while touching the mobile phone in his pocket, but he finally dialed the phone.