The corners of her mouth lifted and rubbed the post-it note, Yanshu, Yanshu. The name was silently recited twice in my heart. Turning around, the people in the penultimate row were hanging their heads and doing the question.

I don't know how Fang Zhao was dizzy and sleepy all morning.

The first two classes in the morning were both Ren Xiang's classes.

Ren Xiang handed out the test papers in two classes, and sent the test papers Fang Zhao put his chin on the table and had no energy, his hands were lazy to write and draw, let alone do the test papers, she now looks at people and ghosts.

Fang Zhao's test paper was the last one to be handed in, she half-squinted, as if she had no bones, Ren Xiang subconsciously flipped left and right, and called the person back with a frown: "Fang Zhao is back." ”

He counted the big questions that followed, and basically wrote them all with two colons.

Ren Xiang was confused and showed her the test paper: "This is the geography test paper, why do you write a solution to the big question later?" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter in the class.

Fang Zhao's movements were slow, she pursed her lips, and pulled back the test paper in laughter: "I thought I was taking a math test." ”

Then the laughter was louder.

Fang Zhao was originally diligent and serious, although his grades were not top-notch, they were not bad, and it was not difficult to get into a first-class second-class college.

Ren Xiang glanced at her face, which seemed to have been sucked by yang energy, and put the fire in his stomach in: "Isn't it uncomfortable?" ”

"It's okay," Fang Zhao said, "The head is a little heavy." ”

Ren Xiang nodded: "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the infirmary, and it's okay to change the test paper for me in the afternoon." ”

She nodded very lightly, and every step she took was laborious.

The classroom under class was in an uproar, Fang Zhao couldn't hold her back, lying on the table sideways, burying her head in the desk, and her hands on the top of her head leaking half of her head.

The next two classes were connected to two biology classes, no one called her, and the biology teacher didn't bother to take care of it at all, so Fang Zhao naturally slept in two classes.

Fang Zhao slept very deeply, and it was estimated that it would be difficult for Ren Xiang to wake him up when he came.

Liu Liu nodded Fang Zhao's exposed forehead: "Zhaozhao, why are you still sleeping, you have been sleeping for three hours." ”

Fang Zhao couldn't help but bury his face under his arm and bury the response.

She leaned on top of Fang Zhao's head: "Eat braised pork knuckle today!" If you don't go, there's really no more. ”

In three seconds, Fang Zhao pulled out his head with a whimper.

Her lips were covered in white, and her whole face was chaotic.

Liu Liu looked at her good sister's miserable face and subconsciously stepped back: "Who do you want to scare to death?" Why are you so haggard today? ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhao said "It's okay" and continued to bury his head.

Fang Zhao felt a burst of astringency in her mouth, and when she woke up, she was already in the infirmary, her eyebrows and eyes opened slightly, and she moved her arms, and the person next to her moved, and pressed her raised arm back again: "Don't move." ”

A deep voice drifted into her ears.

Fang Zhao reacted and glanced at the back of the hand that had just been pressed, stinging slightly, and she looked up at the drip bottle above her head again: "What's the matter?" ”

"Fever."

It's no wonder that I didn't have much energy all morning.

As soon as she woke up, she looked at the person next to her a little sluggishly.

"How long have you been fighting?"

The bell rang for the second class in the afternoon, and it seemed that it had been a while.

Fang Zhao leaned back, Yan Shu sat in a more relaxed posture than in the classroom, a pair of long legs were pitifully bent, and a book with a green book in his hand was bent.

Her voice was hoarse as if she was phlegm: "You sent me?" ”

He hummed and continued to flip through the books.

Fang Zhao sighed.

The staff in the infirmary carried the drip bottle to change it, Fang Zhao was quite familiar with her, and she was a frequent visitor to the infirmary when she had many minor illnesses.

"Awake??" The nurse asked her.