Chapter Ninety-Seven: The pain is in the body, and the sweetness is in the heart

"Students, a few of you can help."

She had already set the light of the entire space to pitch black, took a lantern, and asked the students to gather in a circle.

She first gave the two classmates with broken heads to drink raw bone grass water, and then took them elderberry vera to apply a layer of aloe vera to the wounds.

Fortunately, there are very few medicines now, and the children almost don't understand the drugs, they don't ask questions, and they also worship Teacher Xu very much, and they don't doubt what Teacher Xu gives.

Xu Zishan didn't dare to sleep anymore, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

There are too many people and too many scenes, and for the first time, she simulates and controls the entire environment, and as long as one person runs out of the door, she will find clues.

She worked hard to maintain her mental power to control the entire campus and its surroundings, completely simulating the outside world, and striving to be completely synchronized.

The mental energy is full, a little tired, very tired.

Taking advantage of everyone's lack of attention, she immediately transferred four ginseng fruits from the space twice and ate them.

Thinking that Song Haiyang needed to rest and recuperate, she planted a nightshade vine in a flower pot outside the door.

In order to reduce mental loss, she called all her classmates over, circled around the lantern, and said to them: "I'll go and tell my dad to rest, and then, when I come back, I'll tell you a story, okay?" ”

Everyone said yes and eagerly waited for her to return.

When she returned to the dormitory, Song Haiyang and Xu Yingjie were in a hurry, and they were relieved to see her.

"Don't worry, the house is fine, but a big tree smashed on the roof, a little leaking, and the students are a little nervous."

She checked Song Haiyang's injuries again, he looked much better, and Xu Zishan was very confident in his herbs.

pinched the nightshade vine for a while, pounded it in the mortar, rinsed it with boiling water, and gave Song Haiyang, Xu Yingjie, and Xu Mingjiao half a small cup each.

"You guys sleep well, I'll go with my classmates, and I'll talk about it when it's dawn."

Song Haiyang looked at her blankly, but found that as soon as he relaxed, his sleepy eyelids immediately closed.

Xu Mingwei was also very sleepy, he slept with his father on the mat on the ground, and let Song Haiyang sleep on his bed.

Song Haiyang was very sleepy and tired, so he was not polite to them, and fell asleep. He slept in Xu Mingjiao's bed, but this is Xu Zishan's dormitory, and it has the breath of Xu Zishan!

Xu Zishan gathered his classmates together and told them the story of a primary school student in the 70s who traveled to 50 years later.

"There are high-rise buildings everywhere, and the 17-level typhoon can't help it, and the double-layer soundproof glass keeps out the storm, rain and thunder, and everyone sleeps extra sweetly in the air-conditioned room."

"The students are holding tablets in their hands, studying and reading, each with a mobile phone, and the world knows everything in seconds......"

Xu Zishan told them about the commonplace life 50 years later, and the students, including Yu Haibin, felt that it was scientific and technological imagination and Xu Zishan's vision for the future.

But everyone was amused by the jokes made by the students who traveled back in time, and they really felt that they could touch it in 50 years, instead of saying in the textbooks, "We want to run to the year 2000 and achieve the four modernizations."

There are two people who believe in all this.

One is Zhu Chunxiang, she saw the huge difference between the countryside and Baodu City in the drinks and cakes that Xu Zishan took out for everyone, she felt that in the future, Yancang Town would be more developed and beautiful than Baodu City now, and Baodu City would definitely become what the teacher said.

The other is Han Shaoping, he feels that the future is a world of capable people, and he has to work hard in advance, otherwise he won't be able to grasp anything.

He was a little frustrated and thought, what if he studied well? In the end, it's just the fishermen who eat with their strength.

After a night of tossing, at dawn, although the center of the typhoon finally passed, the aftermath was still there, and the torrential rain had not stopped.

Xu Zishan saw that the sky was about to dawn, and everyone would definitely go out, so he immediately made a decision, transferred everyone out, and said to the principal: "I want to rest." ”

It may have been tense all night, and suddenly she was relieved, and her eyes were dark and planted on the ground.

She didn't wake up until noon and woke up at the town's health center.

Xu Mingjiao, Song Haiyang, and Xu Yingjie are all by her side, she hangs a bottle of glucose, in the hospital, if you are not seriously ill, the doctor will also hang a bottle of saline or glucose for you, just like a man, no matter what the disease, he always says "drink more boiled water".

Xu Mingwei saw her wake up, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said angrily: "As long as you can, you can take care of everything, you are tired to death......"

Yo, this little brother, I feel sorry for my sister!

Xu Zishan sat up and said, "Isn't my sister good?" ”

"Okay, that's great, can you be bad? You're a fairy......" Xu Mingwei's eyes were red, "Brother Xiao Song and I are almost scared to death." ”

Song Haiyang scratched his head, wanting to scold her for being reckless, swallowed it again, and said with a black face: "You are not beaten with iron, your life is important, do you understand?" ”

He slept well, and when he heard that Xu Zishan had fainted in the morning, he immediately chased after him with a lame, and he miraculously found that his leg didn't seem to hurt so much.

Principal Yu and the classmates also came, and when they saw Xu Zishan wake up, Principal Yu said gratefully, "Teacher Xu, thank you." ”

Xu Zishan asked, "Are the classmates okay?" What happened to the two classmates who broke their heads yesterday? ”

"The doctor checked it just now, it's okay, the wounds are all healed, everyone is fine, don't worry, take care of it."

Xu Mingxuan's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Everyone is okay? But my sister is not good, my sister is almost exhausted! We're not doing it, what's there to do with this school! ”

Principal Yu was a little embarrassed and wanted to touch his head, but he didn't ask Principal Yu to touch his neck, and said with tears in his eyes: "My sister is only 18 years old!" It's not my birthday yet......"

Principal Yu said ashamedly: "Teacher Xu is very good, he is a very good teacher, at a critical time, he stabilized the overall situation, calmed people's hearts, and rescued the whole school, your sister is very amazing." ”

Xu Mingwei ignored him, who wants you to praise, my sister's life is almost gone.

Song Haiyang is used to it, and he is not polite to the principal.

It's hard to speak: "Principal Yu, there are 6 teachers in your school, both formal and private, in such bad weather, there are more than 50 students in the school who don't care, go home to live their own little life, and let her a new female comrade take full responsibility, this is to be a teacher?" ”

"We didn't think it through, and we have to have a meeting to reflect on it when we look back." Principal Yu was also very scared, the moment Teacher Xu fell down in the morning, he suddenly discovered a terrible reality.

School, two classrooms have collapsed!!

The classroom they were concentrating, he found that he didn't know when it had collapsed.

Principal Yu didn't stay here for long, and there were a lot of things in the school, so he went back first.

Xu Zishan hadn't finished hanging a bottle of salt water, and called Song Haiyang to come over and look at the wound on his head.

Yesterday, she took a layer of aloe vera gel on the forehead and wrapped it with medical gauze, and now she carefully opened it and found that it had healed.

System-produced, extraordinary.

Song Haiyang obediently squatted in front of her bed, and she showed herself the wound, hoping that the wound would never heal and get her attention every day.

The pain is in the body, and the sweetness is in the heart.

(End of chapter)