Idol and school grass are at the same table

It was getting late, Ji Ting ordered two boys to send the girl home.

On the other hand, he went to the hospital with a school bully who couldn't walk on a certain road and said he was fine.

It is true that Shen Zhixing's allergies are not very serious, but he still has to drink water.

Ji Ting arranged for a good person, went downstairs to pay the fee, took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and went back to the ward.

Shen Zhixing was lying on the bed with a discounted hanging needle in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. When he saw him coming, he put down his mobile phone and wanted to sit up.

Ji Ting frowned and helped him up, "You lie down."

"I'm really fine." Shen Zhixing struggled to sit up, "I think it would be even more uncomfortable if I had a transfusion with here all night, it's so boring."

Shen Zhixing moved a lot, he didn't care about the needle in his hand at all.

"Don't move, the needle will go away after a while, and you won't be here all night." Ji Ting looked more and more headache, raised his hand and pressed it on his wrist, "You stay calm, I'll stay here with you." you."

Just as Ji Ting came in from the outside, his body was still a little chilly, and the hand on Shen Zhixing's wrist was also a little cold.

However, Shen Zhixing didn't feel cold, and even felt a little comfortable.

He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Ji Ting, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc, and he really became quiet.

As soon as Monday came, Shen Zhixing received greetings from several other people.

As soon as the morning self-study was over, Chen Xuan slipped into the classroom through the back door.

"Brother Xing, are you alright?" Chen Xuan stood beside Shen Zhixing, staring at his face, "You scared us to death that day."

"I heard that your whole body burned red that day." He Wenqian also turned around, "Are you all right?"

The voices of both of them were not low, and the already restless class became even more noisy. Shen Zhixing raised his leg and kicked Chen Xuan, and said dissatisfiedly, "You two, keep your voice down, didn't you see me sleeping at the same table?"

Chen Xuan immediately closed his mouth, leaned in front of Shen Zhixing, opened his mouth and continued to ask, "Brother Xing, are you alright?"

"Stay away from me." Shen Zhixing pushed him away and waved his hand, "It's okay, and it's not serious."

"Speaking of which, didn't you say that you drink a lot?" Chen Xuan touched his chin, "Brother Ting, on the other hand, drank more than you, and nothing happened."

"I'm not drunk." Shen Zhixing glanced at him sheepishly, and argued, "I'm very sober."

"Yes, people can only be sober for a while after drinking, but if you can't handle it, you can only be sober for a while."

Ji Ting, who was lying on the side, opened his eyes at some point, lazily raised his eyelids and sneered, "Continue next time."

Hearing his voice, Shen Zhixing tilted his head to look at him and smiled, "Why do I feel that you care about me?"

"Brother Ting was really in a hurry that day." He Wenqian looked at Shen Zhixing with her face propped up, with a playful smile in her eyes, "I don't think I've ever seen him so flustered."

"Ouch." Shen Zhixing was even happier, he stretched his arms and looked at Ji Ting with a smile, then raised his arms and put his hands on his head, "At the same table, I didn't expect that, are you so nervous about me?"

"Go away!" Ji Ting opened Shen Zhixing's hand angrily, "I should just leave you alone, and if you die, you will be annoyed to death all day long."

Shen Zhixing squeezed his wrist, "You are young, don't just use force to solve the problem."

"How many of you have a tea party here?"

Just as Ji Ting raised his hand, ready to let someone experience what it means to truly "solve problems by force", a familiar voice suddenly came from the back door.

Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted. Just as he raised his legs to run, he was strangled by the back of fate's neck.

"What's the matter, now I know I'm in the wrong class?" Wang Bo let go of his clothes, took a book and patted him on the back, "Skipping classes again, did you hand in your homework? Did you correct the wrong question? Come here It's positive."

Chen Xuan didn't dare to say a word, and obediently listened to her training.

After Wang Zha said a few words, his eyes caught the class teacher Chen Xuan passing by outside the classroom. He stopped suddenly and pulled Chen Xuan out, "Come on, Teacher Li, the missing persons have returned."

Chen Xuan was taken away by his class teacher by the ear.

Shen Zhixing didn't have any sense of crisis at all, watching his little brother being taken away, he laughed so hard that he couldn't hide his gloating.

Within half a minute, he was picked up from his seat by Wang Bo in the same way.

"You smile very happily." Wang Zha grabbed his ear and twisted it, "Do you know how many mistakes you made in English dictation last week?"

"No, you have to count as being right." Wang Zha let go, took out a piece of paper from his lesson plan and put it on the table, "You got five right, you dictated 37 words, you got six right, I sprinkled a handful of rice on the paper, and the chicken pecked more correctly than you wrote, how did you learn it!"

Shen Zhixing looked at her own dictation paper spread out on the table, and was stunned, "Why is this here with you? You... want to expand your business now?"

"Why are you here?" Wang Zha raised his voice a bit, "Good question, because your English teacher called you several times, asking you to find her to re-dictate after you finished correcting, you don't want to go."

"What's the matter, do you think I can only watch you recite history? Don't you just think that your English teacher is a bully and can't cure you? Well, she can't cure you, so I can fix it, right?"

"You guys have physical education this afternoon, right? Just in time, I don't have class, so I'll just follow you and watch you recite. By the way, do you still need to dictate tomorrow? Today I will watch the dormitory students study by themselves at night, so you can give it to me with them." Go to the evening self-study here, recite tomorrow's vocabulary for me before leaving!"

"It's okay to run, but don't let me see you again if you run away."

This operation is so powerful that even a dead pig like Shen Xiaoba who is not afraid of boiling water can't stand it.

Shen Zhixing was stunned for two seconds, then resigned himself to his fate and sat down with his dictation paper.

Not only was Wang Zha powerful at the time, but his remaining power was also extraordinary.

In the last self-study session of the day, Shen Zhixing didn't pack up his things early and waited for the get out of class to end. Instead, he sat in his seat and read English all the time.

Ji Ting packed his things, hesitated for a moment, and called him, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Shen Zhixing raised his head with a bitter face, "I won't go, I have enough spiritual food."

"You know you're in a hurry when you can't get home? You deserve it." Ji Ting glanced at him and paused for a few seconds, "What do you eat?"

When Ji Ting came back, several boarding students had already returned from the classroom.

Shen Zhixing still lowered his head, immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

"With such a few words, do you really need to memorize one section of physical education and one section of self-study, plus the half hour just now and two sections of evening self-study?"

Ji Ting put the bread on his table, looked down and saw the drafts spread out on his table, and instantly felt that he was thinking too much.

The draft book was a mess, filled with various patterns and villains, and occasionally a few words could only be seen in the cracks.

Shen Zhixing smiled proudly, turned to another page, and handed it to Ji Ting, "Does it look good?"

Ji Ting wanted to hate him habitually, but was stunned when he saw the content of the painting.

The drawing on the paper is a boy, who is reading a book with his head down, only showing half of his side face.

Shen Zhixing's painting style is not very realistic, but Ji Ting can tell it at a glance - the person drawn on the paper is himself.

Ji Ting looked at the person on the paper, his heart suddenly seemed to be wrapped in something, warm and soft.

He froze for a moment, lowered his eyes slightly, and then pushed the food to his hand again, using the poisonous tongue on his mouth to relieve the abnormal heartbeat in his heart, "I think you still want to stay here for more Self-study for a few nights."

Shen Zhixing didn't know what happened, he was still so stupid, he looked at him with a smile, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, "It's okay to stay for a few more days, anyway, it's interesting to be with you."

Shen Zhixing is not a stupid person, he just doesn't like to study, but he can learn very quickly if he really concentrates.