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Just when the whole class was about to break up because the teacher was late, Lu Zhan rushed into the classroom with a book in his arms.

"Sorry, I'm late."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was obvious that he had a cold cavity.

I got sick?

Gu Xichuan watched his expression worriedly, it was indeed a little more haggard than yesterday when he was in the hospital.

"Give me 2 minutes, and the class will start right away." Lu Zhan said while copying the courseware from the USB flash drive to the computer, but made a mistake in his busy schedule, and the projection screen was always full of blue light.

After 2 minutes, the students still couldn't see the content of the PPT through the projector.

Gu Xichuan noticed that there was a fine layer of sweat on Lu Zhan's forehead unconsciously.

"Mr. Lu, I'll help you."

He raised his hand as a signal, then got up and walked to the podium.

Lu Zhan was stunned for a moment when he heard the familiar voice, and he was convinced that he was right when he saw the person walking in front of him.

He asked in a low voice, "You...how did you come here?"

"I'm here for class."

Gu Xichuan took the mouse, and Lu Zhan took the initiative to give him a seat. He supported the desk with his left hand, and slightly relaxed his back that was forced to straighten. His gaze was originally focused on the computer screen, but gradually fell on Gu Xichuan's flexible The bony hand that was fiddling with the mouse moved up the arm to his chiseled side face.

Most of those who study architecture have a foundation in art. In just five seconds, Lu Zhan had the urge to move this profile into his sketchbook.

"All right."

The projector successfully cast the PPT.

Gu Qichuan reminded him: "You just forgot to turn on the camera permission."

Lu Zhan came back to his senses and said, "Thank you...come and find me when get out of class is over."

Gu Qichuan looked into his eyes and agreed with a smile.

He returned to his seat.

Seeing that the screen returned to normal, the students also took the initiative to quiet down and prepare for class.

Lu Zhan adjusted his status, took out a list book, flipped through it and said: "The list I got is the official list after the course selection is over. There are 120 students in our class this semester. It is too late to roll names one by one. It’s a waste of time, so random questions and homework submissions are still used as a standard for the usual score.”

He turned to the last page, and caught a glimpse of the familiar name: Gu Qiya - Ballet Department of the Dance Academy.

Taking another look at Gu Xichuan who was sitting in the first row, the other party noticed his probing gaze, and raised his eyebrows, with a bright smile in his eyes.

Lu Zhan probably knew what was going on.

Two classes, counting the negligible 10-minute break in the middle, a total of 100 minutes, during these 100 minutes, Gu Xichuan sat in the front row, focused on two things, and used his ears to listen to Teacher Lu's earnest teachings and listen to his lectures on Chinese and foreign countries. The buildings are different and similar, and the eyes are only used to appreciate Lu Zhan. In his eyes, the famous buildings projected are not even more ornamental than Lu Zhan's small movements of blinking and touching his nose.

He kept his eyes on Lu Zhan every step of the way, that's why he noticed Lu Zhan's slightly trembling right hand when he was writing on the blackboard, and his subtle movements of propping up his back or holding the desk from time to time, and there were no beads of sweat on his forehead. Get rid of it.

Gu Xichuan originally thought that he was sweating anxiously because of computer problems, but now it seems that there are other reasons.

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of the second period, while Gu Qichuan was packing up his books, four or five students had already rushed up to surround Luzhan. Ask the teacher for WeChat.

Gu Xichuan really couldn't squeeze into this small encirclement for a while, but fortunately, the rest time in the middle was at most 20 minutes, and these kids were still busy catching up with the next big class.

He only waited for 10 minutes, and the students around Lu Zhan were all gone. At this moment, Mr. Gu jumped up to Lu Zhan and called him mischievously, "Teacher Lu."

He was a head taller than Lu Zhan, but Lu Zhan was standing on the podium, so his eyes could barely be at level with it, and he asked straight to the point: "Are you here to substitute?"

Lu Zhan turned to the last page of the list, pointed to Gu Qiya's name, and sized up Gu Qiya's slender figure: "Could it be that you are a dancer?"

Gu Xichuan smiled and asked back: "Don't I look like a dancer?"

Lu Zhan thought for a while and said, "You look like you play basketball."

"Does Teacher Lu want to watch me play basketball?"

"..."

Lu Zhan deliberately became serious: "Don't change the topic, it is logically impossible for the elder brother to take the class on behalf of the younger sister."

"Then is Teacher Lu going to drive me out of class?"

Seeing his pitiful expression, Lu Zhan could only say helplessly: "You can come to experience the class once in a while, but you can't completely replace your sister in class...and..."

His voice became weaker and weaker. He stood for two classes and wrote on the blackboard half of the blackboard. The wounds on his right hand and waist were screaming and hurting.Lu Zhan felt that he had reached his limit and couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only weakly say to Gu Qichuan: "...I'll go to the school hospital, come back, and talk to you about this..."

As he spoke, he wanted to bypass Gu Qichuan, but when the other party was anxious, he grabbed his right arm. Lu Zhan suffered a burst of pain, and all the books he was holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?!"

Gu Xichuan pushed back Lu Zhan's right arm sleeve, exposing a dazzling bruise in front of his eyes: "How did this happen?!"

"...I fell by myself." Lu Zhan withdrew his hand and wanted to bend down to pick up the book on the ground, but just as he moved, the pain that seemed to be severed from his waist hit him again, and his face turned pale instantly.

Gu Xichuan saw all of this: "Is there an injury on the waist?"

Lu Zhan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Gu Xichuan picked up the book on the floor and put it on the table, then picked up Lu Zhan's knees, avoiding the waist, and hugged him horizontally. Lu Zhan recovered from the severe pain. When he came over, Gu Qichuan had already carried him to the first floor.

"Put me down!!" He said urgently, "The students will see me!!"

"It's class time now, and there's no one there."

"No!! Let me down!!"

Lu Zhan tried to push him away, but as soon as he tried hard, his whole body ached. Gu Xichuan's arms were amazing, and no matter how much he made trouble, he hugged him as securely as Mount Tai.

……

There was no one in the school infirmary at this time.

Dr. Zhang Lin, who was on duty, was holding a cup of hot tea and sitting on a deck chair basking in the sun when he suddenly saw a young guy running towards him holding a person in his arms not far away. He thought it was another student in a physical education class who passed out He immediately dropped the teacup and got up to meet him.

After seeing clearly who was being hugged in his arms, Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Lu, it's you again."

After hearing this, Gu Xichuan knew that Lu Zhan should be a frequent visitor to the school infirmary.

Lu Zhan greeted the doctor first, and then whispered to Gu Qichuan, "Okay, let me down!"

"It's all at the door, just hug it in."

Doctor Zhang doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

Gu Xichuan obeyed the doctor's order, and carried Lu Zhan to the bed in the infirmary before letting go.

"Did you have a fever again?" The doctor handed over a thermometer: "Let's take your temperature first."

"I took antipyretics once at home." As soon as Lu Zhan finished speaking, Zhang Lin's callused hand touched his forehead, and he let go after two seconds: "It's still burning, take your temperature first."

"..." Lu Zhan had no choice but to take off his coat obediently. His right hand hurt when he moved it, and it was inconvenient to undress with one hand. Gu Xichuan took off his coat neatly for him, and then Lu Zhan put on the thermometer.

"Doctor, look at his right hand."

He carefully opened the sleeve of Lu Zhan's right arm. Doctor Zhang thought that Lu Zhan was carried by the student because he had a fever and fatigue. He didn't expect that there were other injuries on his body. He took the glasses on the table and put them on. After carefully looking at the large area of ​​bruises, he hesitated to speak, and first said to Gu Qichuan: "Go out first, and I will show Teacher Lu to take a good look."

Gu Qichuan frowned and said, "It's serious, isn't it?"

"I'll know if it's serious or not." The doctor said, "Go out first."

Lu Zhan also said: "Mr. Gu, you go out."

"...Okay, call me if you need something."

Gu Qichuan just walked out the door, and Doctor Zhang even closed the door.

"Isn't this your student?"

"He is my friend." Lu Zhan said, "I came to class today to experience life."

"Really? You young people have quite a lot of tricks."

While talking, Zhang Lin pressed the bruise on Lu Zhan's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Lu Zhan, tell me honestly, did that kid surnamed Qin hit you again?"

In the past two years or so, the frequency of Lu Zhan's visits to the school infirmary has increased significantly. On average, he has a fever once a week, and he has to see his injuries once every two weeks.Although the injuries were not serious, that is, there were a few bruises, but there were many such cases, and others could guess what was going on.

When Lu Zhan and Qin Zhuo were still students in this school, Zhang Lin worked as a doctor in the school infirmary.He can also be regarded as an elder who watched Lu Zhan grow up.

This child was originally a good seed, but he was ruined by his unworthy father.

Now, being harmed by that bastard Qin Zhuo again, he suffers from illness or injury every three days.

"He didn't hit me." Lu Zhan really couldn't remember when Qin Zhuo hit him.

Doctor Zhang asked, "Then how did you get this injury?"

"I seem to have fallen, I fell." Lu Zhan recalled from the memory of lying on the ground in the morning: "Probably because I didn't pay attention, I rolled down the stairs."

"How did that kid surnamed Qin take care of you and fell down the stairs?! He really doesn't care at all!!"

Lu Zhan himself took it very lightly: "He is busy with work, I can understand."

Zhang Lin looked at the wound, although it was severely bruised, but fortunately it didn't swell up, and his hand could move normally, but with some difficulty, which ruled out the possibility of a fracture.

Lu Zhan said: "I already have a spray of Yunnan Baiyao at home, can you prescribe an oral medicine for me? It's best to relieve pain."

"Lu Zhan, no one can cherish your own body for you." Zhang Lin went to the pharmacy to get a box of internal medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, then took out Lu Zhan's thermometer, took a look, it was 38 degrees.

"You have a low fever every day, did you follow my advice and go to the hospital for a brain CT?"

"Yes, I just did it yesterday, and the doctor said nothing happened."

It was only when Lu Zhan saw Gu Qichuan that he remembered that he seemed to have gone to the hospital yesterday.

"Bring me the film some other day." Dr. Zhang muttered while writing a few lines in the medical record: "It doesn't look like it's okay."

The author says:

There are still many discerning people around Zhan'er!