The attack of stomach problems came quickly and quickly, Pei Qingxi hugged his stomach a little unbearably, sat on the row of chairs with his body bent, and his face was as white as a freshly painted snow-white wall.

The boys and girls sitting together panicked.

"Are you alright?" Su Qin hurriedly stood up, walked straight to Pei Qingxi's side, stroked her back and asked, seeing that she was sweating profusely at this time, he took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

Fu Ziheng on the side suddenly stood up, and said to Zhang Shuo, who was eating unhurriedly on the other side, "Don't eat, go back to the classroom first", and then screwed the lid of the thermos bucket.

"Why are you going without eating?" Wei Anran squinted his eyes and glanced at Pei Qingxi, and then moved his gaze back to Fu Ziheng, "We still have military training in the afternoon, a whole afternoon, if you don't eat at this time, where will you have so much strength at that time?" "^End\Beauty*Small\Say\Net. 2 2 P Q . C O M

"Toothache."

Lightly dropping two words, Fu Ziheng carried the thermos bucket and left the row of seats where everyone was eating.

……

When I went back to the classroom early, there was no one inside.

Thinking of the man's pale and bright face, Fu Ziheng took out a clean piece of white paper, took out a signature pen from the pencil case, lowered his head and began to write seriously, it was just a simple sentence, it took several minutes from the beginning to the end of writing.

stared at his newly learned font for a while, but the corners of his mouth gradually opened into a faint and bitter smile.

He always seemed to be abusing himself, and asked someone to help pass the note, and the girl threw it away without even looking at it, and he had to work hard to get it in print.

And only if she doesn't know it, she will open it and look at it when she puts it on her desk or in the page.

It's just a pity that after reading it, she will still crumple the note into a paper ball and stuff it into a garbage bag as a piece of garbage.

The clock hanging on the wall ticked away, and it was estimated that everyone would be back soon, Fu Ziheng raised his eyes, got up and walked to the front row, and skillfully stuffed the note into the book that Pei Qingxi spread out on the table.

It's a physics workbook.

Fu Ziheng glanced at it a few more times, there were more than a dozen multiple-choice questions on the two pages, and the answers were written in parentheses behind each question, and the question stems and options also drew a lot of circles, crosses and horizontal lines.

Most of the questions are covered in red, and the correct answer rate is pitifully low.

He picked up the book, flipped to the cover of the workbook, and glanced at the title of the book, which was clearly not a school-issued book......

……

During the lunch break of one and a half hours at noon, everyone either hurried to do the questions, or lay down and take a nap honestly, but because this week is during the military training, and the school will have a long National Day holiday in a few days, the teacher's control over the students is much looser.

Some people feel tired and take a nap, and more energetic students sit together and talk.

Pei Qingxi promised everyone to show them the photos in the morning, so he gave them all the photos as he said, and then pressed the severely painful abdomen with one hand, while continuing to correct the wrong questions in the answer book.

"Are you really not going to the hospital to see it?" Su Qin was not at ease, so he sat next to her and asked.

"You don't have to go to the hospital," Pei Qingxi flipped through the answers, and struggled to endure the tumbling of his stomach as if he had a fever, "It's not the first time I've done this." ”

"But your face is ugly, is it really useful to endure like you? I think it's more reliable to go to the hospital. Su Ke saw that Pei Qingxi was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and her face looked white, so she persuaded her to go to the hospital to find a doctor, "I'll help you ask for a leave of absence from the old man, and then accompany you to the hospital with Su Qin......"

Pei Qingxi's attitude was resolute and stubbornly rejected everyone's suggestions and persuasions.

If you go to the hospital, register, do B ultrasound, buy medicine, and have a rapid attack like hers, you still need to hang up a drip, so you need money.

In fact, as long as you endure it, you will be fine, and there is no need to go to the hospital to waste money.

It would cost more than 100 yuan to go to the hospital, but at this time, it was already the end of the month, and she really couldn't take that much in her hands.

It's not that she didn't have such an experience before, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and survived.

"You don't really have to worry about me, what should you do?" Pei Qingxi's face turned pale, and he said to them in a slightly weak voice, "If I really can't help it for a while, I'll tell you when the time comes." ”

Su Qin and the others were helpless: "Okay, don't hold it on your own." ”

Pei Qingxi smiled weakly and nodded.

Su Qin and the others couldn't convince her, so they had to worry and start to do their own things, wanting to sleep and lie down to sleep, and they loved to lie on the table and secretly watch the romance.

Su Qin secretly took out his mobile phone to chat with people as usual.

The white paper inserted in the book protruded a little, and when he returned to his seat, Pei Qingxi noticed it at once.

Seeing that everyone's attention was finally not on herself, she lowered her head to look at the protruding paper through a page, pursed her lips, and she turned a page as she usually turned a book, and the paper on which she wrote a paragraph appeared in front of her.

To Pei Qingxi's surprise, it was not a small block font on it.

Handwritten prints!

The font is clearly the same as the one who delivered the milk before.

Apparently it was written by a classmate in the class, who knew that his stomach was very upset today, and even knew that he would definitely hold on, and he was not happy to go to the hospital to find a doctor to take a look.

After paying attention to it for a long time before, Pei Qingxi didn't guess who it was, and now he didn't have the heart to guess the riddle, so he crumpled the piece of paper into a paper ball in three or two clicks......

……

High school is not like junior high school students, every day to spare time to sweep the floor, especially in this densely populated classroom, cleaning is quite troublesome, the space is slightly larger everyone will wave a broom to sweep, but there is no way to do it, not everyone has the mood to squat down and pick up the garbage with their hands.

Therefore, everyone does not want to be in the garbage dump every day, so they can only consciously not throw garbage on the ground.

Almost everyone has at least one long iron nail nailed to the leg of their desk, one of which is specially used to hang garbage bags.

If you have garbage, you throw it in.

Fu Ziheng sat quietly in his seat, ignoring Wei Anran, Jiang Qi and the others, who were talking to him, and were sorting out their math notes.

When Pei Qingxi entered the classroom, his attention was almost divided by more than half, and he glanced at the front row from time to time, and then unsurprisingly noticed Pei Qingxi's series of behaviors, including her crumpling the note into a paper ball again.

The people in front blocked the view, and Fu Ziheng couldn't see more and more detailed movements of Pei Qingxi, and could only vaguely see that her hand holding the paper ball had reached below the table.

So he knew that the note was a garbage bag again.

Litter......

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