I attacked the god of learning

Cheng Xinglin's condition is not very good recently.

Of course, this bad state does not refer to the state of learning, the inability to do the questions or the deterioration of the grades.

Just a stomachache.

It may be that I have been staying up late every day to do math and physics problems.

It is also possible that Huangmao's cooking is not very suitable.

Anyway, from the beginning of June, Cheng Xinglin suffered from stomach pains every day.

After taking the conventional medicine, there was no other improvement. I went to the school doctor to check, and it was just a new prescription.

Cheng Xinglin threw the granule into the thermos, so no one else could see it.

It was still a dull pain a few days ago, but it has become a wringing pain in recent days.

He usually holds his school uniform in a ball and puts it on his stomach. In fact, as long as he is in flow, this stomach pain will disappear, but when he is not in flow, it will be very difficult.

Because Cheng Xinglin was always lying there quietly doing homework or listening, he had very little communication with the people in class 27 recently, and he originally thought that his classmates would not notice.

But Hang Yitong observed him for three consecutive days, and finally on a Wednesday afternoon, he patted Cheng Xinglin's desk.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Xing didn't even look up, he was doing a Chinese literature problem——

Maybe because it is Chinese, the heart flow is shallow.

It may also be that the stomach ache all afternoon made him very uncomfortable, so Cheng Xinglin immediately noticed that Hang Yitong was calling him.

"Brother Lin, haven't you been feeling well lately?" Hang Yitong carefully observed Cheng Xinglin's complexion—it was a little pale, but there are things like reading, and it's not uncommon for him to look pale.

A bad complexion doesn't mean anything.

Hearing Hang Yitong's question, Cheng Xinglin slowly raised his head and denied: "Is there?"

"No?" Hang Yitong looked at Cheng Xinglin holding the ball of school uniform, "Today is [-] degrees, you are holding such a ball of clothes, you are breeding maggots."

"..." This statement somewhat makes people feel a little nauseated.

But Cheng Xinglin glanced at Hang Yitong's concerned expression, and sighed: "It's okay, just a little stomachache."

"Ah? Stomach pain again?" Now Luo Yueyue became nervous, "Then what should I do, Brother Lin, do you want to go and have a look?"

"I've seen it." Cheng Xinglin opened his thermos, "the doctor said"

"Did the school doctor see it?" Luo Yueyue asked, "Is it reliable? Let's go out and find a doctor."

"The school doctor said that it's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting." Cheng Xinglin complained, "It's really nothing, regular stomach pain, just drink some medicine and it will be fine."

"Nimma, you've been in pain for at least a week, just drink some medicine." Luo Yueyue disagreed.

But Cheng Xinglin said so, probably because he didn't want to go to the hospital at all.

Luo Yueyue couldn't persuade him anymore, so he could only rob Hang Yitong's water cup and give it to Cheng Xinglin to drink.

Cheng Xinglin drank some warm water, but it didn't have any relief effect, so he could only lower his head and use writing Chinese to relieve his stomach pain.

In fact, after suffering for so long, Cheng Xinglin himself was a little scared.

But it never escalated into that kind of sharp pain, so he temporarily used the passive resistance method of "endurance" to deal with it.

The main reason is that a gastroscopy may be required to go to the hospital, and it may be gone in half a day.

But now, he has one subject of mathematics and one subject of physics, and both subjects require him to consume a lot of time.

There are still seven days until the next monthly exam.

Cheng Xinglin had no time to spend on "going to the hospital".

This class is over, and it's time for self-study; Cheng Xinglin put the Chinese homework on the bookshelf, and put the science stuff in the schoolbag.

After the remaining granule was dry, he took out another mouthwash to rinse his mouth, and then went to the school gate to look for Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin walked all the way to the school gate, swiped his face card and went out, but he didn't see Jian Xing.

Jian Xing has always been punctual, and there is relatively little time for Cheng Xing to wait.

Cheng Xinglin looked around, and after confirming that Jian Xing was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and pressed his stomach.

——The difficulty of pretending to be okay in class is not at the same level as the difficulty of pretending to be okay in front of Jian Xing.

Several times in the past few days, he felt that he was about to be exposed.

Taking advantage of the fact that Jian Xing hasn't come to make adjustments, he can continue his performance when Jian Xing comes.

Just as Cheng Xinglin rubbed his stomach, he saw a T3 car slowly stop in front of him.

Cheng Xinglin maintained the action of pressing his stomach, saw the door of the T3 car open, Jian Xing got down from it, then hooked Cheng Xinglin's neck, stuffed him in the car, sat back by himself, and closed the car door.

After the movements in one go, Jian Xing said to the driver with a cold face: "Master, Ninth People's Hospital, thank you."

"Senior, you..."

When did you know that my stomach hurts.

Why did you suddenly drag me to the hospital...?

Cheng Xinglin only shouted three words, and saw Jian Xing's eyes as cold as ice and snow turning towards him.

Jian Xing said lightly: "Cheng Xinglin, I'm angry."

·

"I'm angry that you don't respect your body." Jian Xing said, "I'm also angry that you have been uncomfortable for so long, and you don't mean anything to me."

"If it wasn't for me to find out, how long are you going to endure? To endure until the Qingbei class selection exam? Or when?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

In fact, there is another possibility that it will be fine if you endure the illness.

But Jian Xing was so angry that Cheng Xinglin dared to speak.

In the past few months, Jian Xing has smiled gently at him, and he has forgotten that Jian Xing looks so cold.

The driver of T3 was a typical hospitable Chongqing native. He glanced at the two people in the rearview mirror and tried to persuade them to fight: "Oh, my two brothers, don't be angry, don't get angry, you have something to say."

Then, Jian Xing glanced at the driver of T3, and the driver silently shrank his neck, not daring to speak anymore.

The driver looked up at Cheng Xinglin in the rearview mirror, and Cheng Xinglin smiled wryly at him.

In silence, the hospital arrived.

Jian Xing had already signed up, took Cheng Xinglin to see the doctor, and prescribed a gastroscopy.

Seeing the fasting request on the gastroscope, Cheng Xinglin finally realized what was going on at noon today when Jian Xing dragged him and didn't let him eat.

In addition to the fasting requirements, the gastroscope also marked that it is general anesthesia.

General anesthesia can let family members go in to accompany him, Cheng Xinglin was also a little scared, but he glanced at Jian Xing's cold face, Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to say anything, shivering and went in by himself.

As soon as he entered with his front foot, Jian Xing squeezed in with his back foot.

Then, he pushed Cheng Xinglin, who had been given anesthesia, out of the examination room, picked him up, and put him on the bed in the observation area.

too light.

Jian Xing sighed lightly.

Not as light as a boy's weight.

How does a person torture himself to make himself like this?

Why are you so stubborn?

Is it important whether you can't make it to the Qingbei class?Even if he doesn't go to the Qingbei Class, Jian Xing is confident and will help him use the next two years of hard work to get a score that can be admitted to a first-class university.

Jian Xing stared at Cheng Xinglin for a while, and realized that it was time to pick up the report.

I just wrote a note, asking Cheng Xinglin to find himself when he woke up, go out to get the report, and see the doctor.

There was a long queue at the doctor's place, and Jian Xing waited for a while before getting in.

But as soon as he entered, the doctor looked him up and down suspiciously: "You...woke up so soon after undergoing general anesthesia?"

Did he encounter some medical miracle today?

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing: "No, I am the one who accompanied him."

Only then did the doctor come to his senses: "Are you accompanying him, sir? Can I tell you about his condition? Are you his brother? Or a friend?"

Jian Xing thought for a while and said, "I'm his future boyfriend."

"Pfft..." The doctor had just finished asking the bunch of people and picked up the water glass to drink. Hearing this sentence, he almost sprayed water on the screen.

The doctor glanced at Jian Xing's school badge in shock—"Are the current middle school students so bold?"

"Doctor." Jian Xing frowned slightly, "I will listen carefully, so how is his stomach problem?"

"Cough." The doctor coughed and regained his composure, "Okay, then let me tell you something—I checked your classmate, and there is actually nothing wrong with the stomach. I feel that the stomach pain can be considered psychogenic. .”

"What does psychogenic mean?"

"It's the stomach pain caused by too much psychological pressure." The doctor explained.

"Is there any medicine I can take?"

"Of course not. You just need to figure out why he is under such a heavy pressure, and just resolve it—hey, it's not because you guys quarreled, right?"

"...No." Jian Xing firmly shook his head.

Doctor: "Is there any other reason?"

Jian Xing: "Maybe it's because I'm afraid that I won't do well in the exam, that's why I did this."

The doctor almost spit out again - the exam was so stressful that my stomach hurts.

That's fine, it's a high school student.

Since the doctor didn't have any good advice, Jian Xing was afraid that something might happen to Cheng Xinglin alone in the observation room, so he hurried back.

When Jian Xing came back, he saw Cheng Xinglin, who had been resting well just now, conjuring an open physics book in his hand.

I didn't even look at it, and continued to fall asleep next to the pillow.

Jane walked over and was about to take out the physics book, but she pulled it, but it didn't move.

The little nurse on duty in the observation room came over and smiled at Jian Xing: "Hey, you are back, your classmate woke up just now, and asked for a physics book, so I found it for him and handed it over."

The little nurse smiled and said, "You're really a top student. You don't forget to study even under such difficult conditions. Your grades are very good, right?"

Jian Xing said with a cold face, "Well, yes."

Little nurse: "Then you're back, I'll close the bed curtain, and if your classmate has anything to do later, just come and call me."

Jian Xing thanked the nurse and sat down beside Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin, who had been given anesthesia, lay pale on his side on the bed, gently pressing his stomach with one hand, and tightly holding the book with the other.

Even in this case, I can't sleep well.

Looking at Cheng Xinglin's pale lips.

All the anger in Jian Xing's heart dissipated, leaving only distress.

Jian Xing stared at Cheng Xinglin for a while, but saw Cheng Xinglin's eyes suddenly opened a gap slowly.

It seemed that after adapting to the light, he slowly opened his eyes wide.

Not fully awake, when Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing, his eyes were still confused.

"Are you awake?" Jian Xing asked him.

"...Mmm." Cheng Xinglin said softly.

"Are you... the senior?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"Yes." Jian Xing thought for a while, then added, "I'm always here, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid..." Cheng Xinglin seemed to be struggling to speak, but he was still trying to express, "Don't be angry..."

Cheng Xinglin murmured: "Because...the senior...has paid a lot for me...I don't want to let him down...that's why I'm desperate."

"I don't care about myself...but there are some things...more important..."

Cheng Xinglin was talking.

The strength of the anesthetic came up again, Cheng Xinglin was drowsy, and closed his eyes again.

Only the sober Jian Xing was left sitting beside his bed. After a long time, Jian Xing reached out and touched Cheng Xinglin's wet temples.

Softly said: "...I'm sorry."

·

Cheng Xinglin didn't fully wake up until after eight o'clock in the evening.

Then he found that Jian Xing didn't seem to be angry anymore.

But Cheng Xinglin didn't know exactly why he wasn't angry.

But he knew that his stomach trouble was the so-called "psychological cause".

Cheng Xinglin smiled wryly, and had to sigh with emotion that this doctor is indeed very capable.

Cheng Xinglin has been under a lot of psychological pressure recently.

Mainly because of physics.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know whether he had offended Newton or Einstein in his previous life. It was as if he had been cursed by a physics god.

There are many ways to learn physics, but the growth of physics ability is very slow.

The last few exams have only fluctuated around seventy.

The pay and harvest are extremely disproportionate.

Cheng Xinglin has no habit of admitting defeat.

So after finding all the methods, he silently added the effort value to the matter of physics.

If you can't solve a question in 10 minutes, you can do it in 10 minutes.

If you can't master one formula and ten questions, then use twenty questions to master it.

In short.

Let him succumb to physics, there is no door.

Accumulated in this way, it is true that Cheng Xinglin's physics is progressing at a rapid pace.

But Cheng Xinglin's pressure was also accumulating bit by bit.

After all, joy comes when hard work pays off.

But when you work hard for a long time and the results are not proportional to the harvest, the joy will turn into a burden.

Cheng Xinglin was good at patience, and didn't take the pressure to heart, so the pressure turned into sharp pain, and he began to remind him.

However, whether it is heavy pressure or stomach pain.

Cheng Xinglin didn't care.

Anyway, it's just a stomachache, and he doesn't use his stomach to do homework.

At best, the posture of "sitting upright" becomes "squatting" to do homework.

He should write ten questions, but he can't write five and use his poor health as an excuse to go to sleep.

So, just under such a limit of physical condition and learning intensity.

On June [-]th, the second monthly exam arrived as scheduled.

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June [-]th was a sunny day.

Cheng Xinglin did not stand at the front of the warning line like last time, striving to be the first person to rush into the examination room.

Instead, he found a tree to lean against.

Sunlight pours down from the gaps in the leaves.

The early summer sun was so strong that it caused people to feel dizzy.

While Cheng Xinglin was dizzy, he felt cold at the same time - that's why he found a tree to lean against.

Cheng Xinglin really felt that if a person was unlucky, a sip of cold water could get stuck between his teeth.

At that time, the doctor said that the stomach problem was psychogenic, so Cheng Xinglin just ignored it.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the organ itself, so it hurts as soon as it hurts.

Sometimes, when you feel drowsy after learning, a sharp pain hits you, but it also has a refreshing effect.

Take pleasure in torturing yourself.

Cheng Xinglin thought that he had grown 1.8 meters, but Cheng Xinglin, who was supporting himself when the sky was falling, ignored it—long-term stomach pains made him unable to eat or sleep well recently, and his body was a little weak.

As soon as the temperature fluctuated in the past two days, he immediately developed a fever.

Cheng Xinglin developed a fever after returning home last night.

After he realized that his temperature was not right, he went to the canteen downstairs to take a drip with a temperature gun, and then quickly took the medicine.

After taking the antipyretics, he climbed into bed and wrapped himself in a quilt before continuing to do his physics problems.

At first, he thought that he had strictly guarded against death to the extreme, but when Cheng Xing woke up this morning, his mouth was dry and his whole head was throbbing like his stomach.

It's obviously serious.

The temperature gun lent to him by the owner of the commissary last night was next to him.

Cheng Xinglin dripped it on his forehead—very good, 38 degrees five, one degree higher than yesterday.

This pill is also amazing, the more you take it, the higher the temperature will be.

Cheng Xinglin grabbed the pills impatiently and was going to complain about the pharmaceutical factory before the exam, only to find out when he picked up the pill box——

Last night he was obsessed with breaking down the force.

I didn't find out that the box of medicines had expired for three months.

So, people are unlucky, and they really have to stuff their teeth when they drink saliva.

Cheng Xinglin wrapped his sports coat tightly and shivered in the sunlight outside the examination room.

He just shivered for a while, when something warm was pressed against his cheek.

"What are you shaking?" Jian Xing handed the cup of hot milk to Cheng Xinglin, "Dancing?"

But the moment Jian Xing saw Cheng Xinglin's face clearly, he no longer wanted to joke.

He frowned and looked at the red marks on Cheng Xinglin's face that didn't subside, and after a while, he asked, "Do you have a fever?"

"I woke up at 38 degrees in the morning and took the medicine. It should be lower now. I think it will be fine later." Cheng Xinglin sighed and reported in a evasive manner.

Jian Xing just looked at Cheng Xinglin quietly, his eyes filled with a sentence - "Do you believe it yourself?"

Cheng Xinglin's heart tightened.

Thinking of Jian Xing's rare cold face towards him before he went to the hospital with Jian Xing last time.

Although I don't know why this matter ended later.

But after that incident, Cheng Xinglin found that—in Jian Xing's heart, it seemed that the exam or grades were not as important as his not getting sick.

If he is stubborn for the exam, Jian Xing will definitely be angry.

Looking at Jian Xing's expression, Cheng Xinglin was afraid that he would be angry now, so he hurriedly said: "Senior, I really took the medicine, and the fever will definitely subside later. I must finish this exam."

"This exam is very important. If I don't take it, if I miss the second exam, I will definitely not be able to enter the Qingbei class..."

Then all our previous efforts were in vain.

"I know." Jian Xing didn't let him continue, "You go to the examination room first."

While the two were talking, the blockade of the examination room had been opened.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head and glanced at the gate of the teaching building where Wuyang Wuyang was pouring into the crowd, and when he turned his head, Jian Xing had already left.

Leave Cheng Xinglin with a somewhat indifferent back view.

...This is, are you angry again?

Cheng Xinglin stared blankly at Jian Xing's back. He stood there for two seconds at a loss, and finally turned around resolutely and walked towards the examination room.

Jian Xing is angry that he can apologize later.

But this exam is of great importance, and he must pass it and do well.

It is related to whether he can go to Qingbei class.

It's related to whether Jian Xing's hard work during this period was in vain.

Just like physics is so painful, it will be fine if you don't learn it.

But if you don't learn it, you will fail Jian Xing. Start learning physics from the beginning, start teaching him, and start changing the teaching method to learn with him.

Some things, no matter how uncomfortable you are, no matter how much effort you put in, you have to do it well.

However, after all, Jian Xing turned around and left, and taking expired medicine gave Cheng Xinglin a huge blow.

When he came to the examination room, he didn't even look at the notes to review at the last second. Instead, he quickly found his seat and lay down on it.

Silently recharge your batteries.

The antipyretics he took in the morning had the effect of helping him sleep, and there were sounds of reviewing or greetings all around him, none of which disturbed Cheng Xinglin.

He fell asleep quickly.

Not knowing how long he slept, Cheng Xinglin felt his shoulder was touched.

Cheng Xinglin raised his head with a splitting headache—he thought it was the invigilator calling him to get up to take the exam, but when he raised his head, he saw a stranger.

"What's wrong...?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

The strange classmate pointed to the door: "God Jane is looking for you."

God Jane... who is here?

Cheng Xinglin was confused for a minute, until he met Jian Xing who was standing at the door holding a pile of things, and then he realized——

Cheng Xinglin hurriedly pushed the chair to stand up, and almost tripped when he went out.

Stumbling to Jian Xing's side, Cheng Xinglin endured a headache: "Senior, why did you come in? Isn't this a closed examination room?"

Jian Xing pulled the sign on his chest: "Student Assistant, help with inspections and sending and receiving test papers later."

"Oh..." Cheng Xinglin couldn't think because of the headache, so he could only nod his head.

"Headache?" Jian Xing could tell at a glance.

"Hmm... a little uncomfortable." Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"Then eat this - it can relieve the pain quickly, and then drink some coffee to refresh yourself." Jian Xing said, stuffing a bunch of things into Cheng Xinglin's hand.

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head.

The high fever made him a little slow to react. After looking at these things for a long time, he realized what Jian Xing said just now.

"I thought the senior didn't want me to take this test..."

"I really don't want to." Jian Xing said, "But I have no position to stop you, because we made the promise to go to Qingbei Class together, and we can only move forward if we work hard so far, and I know it."

"So, I have no position to stop you, only position to accompany you."

As Jian Xing said, he took out a piece of antipyretic patch from his school uniform pocket.

He held the antipyretic patch near his badge, and while tearing it off, he said to Cheng Xinglin, "I actually snatched this assistant position from Pan Yangwen. With this position, I can stay with you all the time in the teaching building. you."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing.

"Just do your best." Jian Xing put the antipyretic patch in his hand on Cheng Xinglin's face.

"No matter what happens, I will be by your side immediately."

The moment the antipyretic stickers were put on, the bell rang in the examination room.

The Yuzhong June exam and the second Qingbei class qualification exam have begun.