[Quick Transmigration] Sick and delicate, don't beat me!

It's better not to rush for these few minutes and come directly to the second class.

It's already autumn, I sold my coat, and I only wear a T-shirt on the upper body, it's really cool outside the door.

Moreover, he was tossed hard last night, when the cold wind blew, Luo Xuan shivered slightly.

what……

Think about it, find a bed and go to sleep.

My waist hurts.

Help.

Still have to wait for the next class...

According to the fusion of the original owner's memory, Luo Xuan subconsciously recalled the next class, thinking about which teacher it was, and suddenly, his face darkened.

"...110, if I remember correctly, the next class seems to be a physical education class?"

My God!

And let no one live!

Begging for a bed, begging for a rest, begging for sleep!

I actually think that it is a good choice to go back with that Shen Qinglin. What's the matter =_= "I'm already in the third year of high school, and the class is so tight, maybe some cultural teacher will come to take up the physical education class?"

Luo Xuan remembered that in his previous life, he often did this, and hope could not help rekindling in his eyes.

Bacteria shattered his last hope, "Back to the host, this is a world formed by novels. In this world setting, it seems that there is no such kind of coquettish operation that makes students angry."

"..."

How is this a coquettish operation?This is obviously such a reasonable, gentle and considerate operation.

"Jingle Bell……"

After a while, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Luo Xuan frowned. At first, he was looking forward to the end of get out of class, but now that he remembered what the second class was, he didn't look forward to it at all.

Duang, duang, duang's voice came from far and near in the classroom until it passed by.

Holding the textbook in her arms, the female teacher paused, snorted coldly, and strode away.

After her, the quiet classroom suddenly became cheerful, and the students in the class rushed out.

Luo Xuan secretly rubbed his waist, walked into the classroom against the swarming classmates, ah, finally he can sit for a while.

Going to the playground soon, racing against time, sitting for a while is a while.

Seeing him coming in, Fang Xiaojing, who was at the same table, was about to ask him why he was late today, but when he came in, he lay down on the table, buried his head and closed his eyes.

Fang Xiaojing silently closed his mouth, probably feeling uncomfortable?

Why don't you know how to explain to the English teacher?

However, he also knows that his deskmate has always been honest and quiet, and he also knows that he has always been a little timid, and he is most afraid of the English teacher.

But obviously, not everyone winked like Fang Xiaojing, or deliberately didn't wink.

"... Luo Xuan?"

As soon as Luo Xuan got down on the ground, he felt someone pat on the shoulder.

He sighed silently, raised his head, and looked at the school girl and school bully who was described in the original text as cold and handsome with a hint of sadness, "Huh?"

Seeing him look up, Zhong Li concealed the probing look in his eyes, and asked concerned, "Is it because you're not feeling well, that's why you're late? Don't worry, I can help you make up for this English class."

If it were the original owner's temperament, Xueba would really appreciate it if he offered to help this humble student make up lessons.

Even flattered.

But Luo Xuan knew very well that he probably didn't see Qi Chengkun running over to "take credit" after class as usual, and he returned to school smoothly, so he took the opportunity to test the situation last night.

Besides, it's not just a student master, who hasn't been a student yet.