The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

school doctor's office,
An Yimo sat on a bed, holding a glass of water in his hand, and drank it in small sips. The water was warm, and a stick of glucose was poured into it.

At this time, the expression on her face was much better, and her little mind was a little more sober than before.

"Auntie, why did she faint?"

Cai Hua who was sitting on the side asked, and Jiang Chen also looked away from An Yimo, looking at the middle-aged woman standing by the medicine cabinet, the school doctor in a white coat.

The school doctor had a smile on his face and spoke softly.

"It should be hypoglycemia."

Hypoglycemia?
Jiang Chen thought to himself, no wonder this girl eats little white rabbit toffee every now and then.

"Hey."

Immediately afterwards, the school doctor sighed slightly and said slowly.

"Nowadays, many girls don't eat breakfast or even eat it in order to lose weight. They just settle for lunch casually. Now that the pressure of study is so great, and they are still growing their bodies, how can it be enough to eat only this, and you can't lose weight. Eat something."

As the school doctor said, An Yimo, who was sitting on the bed, slowly lowered her head, not looking at the crowd, her pretty face flushed slightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen said suspiciously.

"An Yimo, you didn't miss breakfast, did you?"

Hearing this, the girl quickly raised her head, staring at Jiang Chen with a pair of beautiful eyes, her tone was a bit hasty.

"have eaten."

"What did you eat?"

When An Yimo heard this, she lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly at Jiang Chen, and said something in a low voice.

"A bun."

"What about lunch? A piece of bread."

"No, one and a half."

An Yimo's voice became softer and softer, wishing she would suddenly have a hole in the ground, wasn't she the kind of person the school doctor said just now?

"Didn't you go to the cafeteria?"

The cauliflower on the side asked.

"No, there are too many people."

"As the saying goes, you have to eat a good breakfast and a full lunch. It doesn't matter if you eat less for dinner. You are healthy, you only have a steamed stuffed bun for breakfast, and a loaf of bread for lunch. You don't have to work so hard to lose weight, right?"

Jiang Chen said.

"It's one and a half, and I'm not on a diet."

An Yimo retorted, her face flushed red.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen looked at the beautiful girl with short hair sitting on the bed and said.

"That's right, you don't need to lose weight."

Although not as enchanting as those mature women's figures, the girl's figure at this time is also extremely charming, with long legs and a slender waist. Those who should be thinner and those who should be fat are gradually gaining weight.

Sensing Jiang Chen's gaze, An Yimo put her arms around her chest, shrank her body, and glared at Jiang Chen with her beautiful eyes.

Jiang Chen smiled, scratched his hair and looked away.

Not long after, get out of class was over, An Yimo had almost rested, her face became much rosier, although her little head was still a little dizzy.

But it won't be delirious anymore, at least it won't feel that cauliflower has used a shadow clone.

It's not that An Yimo has encountered such a thing as hypoglycemia and fainting. Sometimes things like blackouts and body shaking also happen from time to time, but this time the blackout time is longer.

So, the three of them walked back to the classroom together. When they walked to the playground, they happened to meet Cheng Kexing's group of guys who had just returned from playing ball.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen rushed up to give Cheng Xing the most yelling, and gave him a hand.

After returning to the classroom, the last class was self-study, Jiang Chen was bored looking at the Youth Digest, and when he read it with great interest, An Yimo handed him a note that said.

"Thank you."

Seeing this, Jiang Chen immediately understood, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, then he turned his head and said something to An Yimo who was pretending to be serious about writing the paper.

"Hey, you're welcome."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it happened to reach the ears of the students around Jiang Chen in the quiet classroom.

Now, one by one, the students who were immersed in their homework raised their heads like the squirrels who heard something, and then,
swish swish,
All eyes fell on Jiang Chen and An Yimo.

There is something meaningful in the eyes.

An Yimo drew small circles one after another on the draft paper, cursing the culprit next to him over and over again in his heart.

Draw a circle and curse him!
Not to mention the two sons behind Jiang Chen, they patted him on the shoulder, with a sinister smile on their faces, imitating Jiang Chen's tone and saying it over and over again.

"Ahem, you're welcome."

"Hey, don't be angry."

"Well, you're welcome."

Now, An Yimo's pretty face blushed again.

Jiang Chen's face was a little hot, and he glared at them.

There is a lot of pressure to study in high school, and every day is a boring life, with classes, endless questions, and endless tests.

So in this boring life, gossip in their spare time is one of their main entertainment items.

After the incident of Jiang Chen carrying An Yimo behind everyone in the afternoon, apart from Xiao Lizi and his childhood friend, the melon-eating incident in the class was the story of the unfulfilled lover, the turtle and the cauliflower, a pair of happy friends CP.

Now there is another pair of CPs like Jiang Chen and An Yimo, they are at the same table, and they are also handsome and beautiful.

In the words of the tortoise, I have never seen such a beautiful cousin.

This is simply a fairy tale between a school bully and a school bully. Jiang Chen doesn't know if he is overbearing or not, but everyone knows that he doesn't study well.

As for Jiang Chen and An Yimo, although they are not very familiar with each other, are they true?
However, for the high school seniors who are heavy on their studies, they only chat occasionally in private, without any malice.

It's just that in my ordinary youth, when I read other people's novel-like stories, I also waited and watched with great interest, with a touch of envy.

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