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Jian Cong got up from a pile of biscuit crumbs, he sat up dizzy, the room was still dark, and the air conditioner was on all night, freezing him awake.

Jian Cong's mind was still muddled, his head was heavy, he fell down on the bed feeling dizzy, then wrapped himself in a quilt into a cocoon, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Waking up by the alarm clock the next day, Jian Cong struggled to get himself out of bed.

His whole body was weak, walking like he was stepping on cotton candy, he ate breakfast without appetite, and moved to school again as if he was fluttering.

Then throw away the schoolbag and continue to catch up on sleep.

When Lu Yanxue entered the classroom, he saw Jian Cong peeling himself off the table like a band-aid, and he was still sluggish after getting up.

It's almost morning self-study, and at this point, the discipline department has already counted the number of people in each class.Lu Yanxue bumped into the Disciplinary Department head-on. He was used to stepping on the spot and didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

The teacher who led the team only nodded when he saw him, and told him to come earlier next time.

As soon as the people from the discipline department left, Jian Cong slammed his head on the table again.

Lu Yanxue asked the students next to him with a toothache on his face, "Is he always like this?"

"Not all the time." The classmate sitting behind him whispered: "I guess he got up early, and he usually doesn't go to early self-study."

Lu Yanxue said he understood.

The morning self-study was not supervised by a teacher, and even the boiling sound of reading books failed to wake Jian Cong up, and he still slept soundly.

No. [-] Middle School is the second-ranked high school in Huashi. It gives students a lot of autonomy in their studies, while No. [-] Middle School is known for its militarized management. This is also one of the reasons why Lu Yanxue transferred from No. [-] Middle School to No. [-] Middle School one.

Studying in No. [-] Middle School is the kingly way. From the first year of high school, the school has madly instilled in the students that everything is inferior. Only the concept of reading is high. After going down, I began to feel ridiculous.

But after arriving at No. [-] Middle School, he was indeed free, and Lu Yanxue always felt that something was missing.

He stared at the innocent sleeping face of his deskmate, a little dazed.

Maybe it's too free...?

The Disciplinary Department had to make two rounds of self-study in the morning. When someone wearing a red armband appeared at the door, someone in the classroom coughed again.

Jian Cong's back table crazily kicked Jian Cong's chair, and the creaking sound attracted the people beside him to frantically cover.

Some stood up and read aloud, some went to the door to talk to the discipline department, and some lowered their voices and kept calling Jian Cong...

There were even those who yelled at Lu Yanxue to wake up Jian Cong...

If it was in No. [-] Middle School, Lu Yanxue looked away from the book, thinking a little speechlessly, then this person must be dead today.

"Jian Cong? Hello?" Lu Yanxue stretched out his hand and pushed Jian Cong's face, watching Jian Cong's head unconsciously slipping down his arms, he realized something was wrong.

"Jian Cong? Jian Cong?"

Jian Cong felt that he was walking in a grotesque circle, colorful, sometimes like oil paint and sometimes like watercolor, which made people dizzy.In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name, and he wanted to say "Your name is Daddy", but found that his body was limp and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

Lu Yanxue carried Jian Cong on his back all the way from the third floor of the teaching building to the infirmary opposite. The young man of seventeen or eighteen must be quite heavy. After putting him on the hospital bed, Lu Yanxue realized that his legs were still shaking. He found a chair Sitting down, bent over and panting.

There was a teacher who arrived before him, who was standing inside negotiating with the staff in the infirmary.

Immediately afterwards, the homeroom teacher Zeng Hui'an also rushed over, and asked in a panic, "What's going on? Huh?"

Lu Yanxue took a breath and replied, "Jian Cong passed out with a high fever."

"Is it serious? Do you want to send him to the city hospital?"

The teacher who arrived first in the infirmary came out, "High fever and dehydration, hang water in it, the situation is not serious, there is nothing serious about this young man, Mr. Zeng, please don't worry."

"This is my student, can you not be in a hurry?" Zeng Hui'an ran over with sweat on his forehead, and when the tension subsided, he realized that there were many students and teachers standing beside him, so he managed to stabilize his voice and said, "I've all gone back to the classroom. Class is about to start, and I'm here to watch over it."

The others left one after another, but Lu Yanxue was still sitting there.

"Why don't you go back to the classroom?" Lao Zeng asked him.

Lu Yanxue was a little hesitant, "I will watch your public class next class."

Zeng Hui'an almost forgot about the class, he said: "It's okay, I will change classes with other teachers, and you go back to class too."

Lu Yanxue knew that the open class was not about exchange, and said: "I don't know when he will wake up. I brought him here. You know that I don't feel at ease when I go back like this. Let me watch. There are doctors here." , I will contact you as soon as I have any questions."

Seeing his persistence, Zeng Hui'an finally agreed with Lu Yanxue to stay here for a class first.

Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, and Jian Cong opened his eyes after lying down for a long time.

The first thing I saw was the bony fingers on the IV regulator, and then Lu Yanxue's face.

Sweat soaked Lu Yanxue's hair on his forehead, and the wet hair limply stuck to his face. He pursed his lips, looking a little serious.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Jian Cong's opened eyes, Lu Yanxue's dark eyes lit up suddenly, and the corners of his slightly sinking mouth lifted into a smile.

It looked like sunlight blocked by black clouds, suddenly shining brightly, and even Jian Cong couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

Jian Cong was still a little dazed, but was interrupted by the doctor.

"That classmate, you can go back to the classroom for class."

"I..." Lu Yanxue was still a little hesitant. Seeing that Jian Cong was in good spirits, he nodded, "Then I won't bother you, thank you."

"You're welcome, please close the door."

Jian Cong saw Lu Yanxue walking out obediently and closing the door behind him: "..."

He blinked his dry eyes, and suddenly that sunny smile appeared in front of his eyes.

New tablemate.

Gongsun Bo and Jian Cong are not only in different classes, they are also separated by a floor. When the news of Jian Cong's fainting reaches his ears, it has become a sudden death in the experimental class.

"real or fake?"

"You will find out if you go down and inquire. I heard that the school has also driven away the students and teachers in the infirmary. It must be to block the news."

"How can it be blocked, the parents will make trouble."

Then the conversation between the two people turned to whether justice can overcome the darkness of society, and predicted the direction of things.

Gongsun Bo immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge, scoffing at such hearsay.How can the truth be based on hearsay? He secretly took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag and sent Jian Cong a text message: "I heard that someone in your class died suddenly?"

After a few 10 minutes, Jian Cong: "Get lost!"

These days, there are those who have been exposed to porcelain and those who have been routinely used. Jian Cong is probably the first to be "died suddenly".

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