I attacked the god of learning

The antipyretic patch is mint-flavored. As soon as it is put on, the hydrogel on it takes away part of the heat.

Cheng Xinglin instantly sobered up.

The painkillers were delivered with the coffee, and the headache was gone before the exam started.

After the Chinese paper was issued, Cheng Xinglin first filled out the simplest ancient poems and essays. Just as he finished writing, the coffee had already brought back his willpower.

At present, only the softness of his body reminds him that he still has a fever.

For other physical conditions, there is no feeling of fever at all.

Cheng Xinglin let out a breath, and put aside the language framework written on the draft paper.

Then start reading and ticking off the first question.

Chinese is not his specialization this time, but recently he has been reading ancient Chinese dictionaries to increase his accumulation of classical Chinese, so that part is better than before.

Cheng Xinglin vaguely felt that he should be able to grab some points with this project.

After the Chinese test, you can go back to rest for a noon, and then continue the math test in the afternoon.

Cheng Xinglin went directly to the secret base and slept all afternoon without reviewing anything. When he woke up, taking his body temperature didn't mean the fever was gone, but his overall spirit was fine.

Before the exam in the afternoon, Jian Xing took the fever-reducing stickers and put them on him again, and gave him the new coffee again—there was no headache in the afternoon, so Cheng Xinglin stuffed the headache tablets in his pocket and didn't eat them.

The temperature began to heat up in the afternoon, and the examination room was hot and dry.

But it was a good thing for Cheng Xinglin who had a fever and was afraid of the cold.

Math papers like snowflakes flew onto everyone's desks.

Cheng Xing passed the test paper to a student behind him without raising his head, his eyes were always scanning his test paper.

After passing the papers all over the classroom, and everyone had almost written the names of the test numbers and began to read the questions, there was a moment when there was a sudden cry of surprise: "Hey--".

No, no, no.

Is this test paper so perverted?The first question is trigonometric function, or is it a little difficult trigonometric function? ? ?

"Hey what, rebellion, right?" The teacher who supervised the exam was the head teacher of the key class of physics and chemistry students, and he happened to be standing next to the students in his class.

This student was one of the three who came to seek Cheng Xinglin's "revenge" last time. The homeroom teacher immediately started and slapped him on the head: "You should give me a try in the college entrance examination, and let me do the questions quietly!"

"It's already difficult..." the student muttered in a low voice, "Is there anyone who thinks it's not difficult?"

Unconvinced, he took a careful look at the entire examination room - only to find that Cheng Xinglin seemed to have read the last question, turned the paper forward, returned to the first question, and was about to do it.

Finding fault student: "..."

Is this calm, or do you really think this paper is not difficult?

It's really not difficult.

Cheng Xinglin was immersed in his own world and after reading the papers, his only feeling was that this set of papers was quite simple.

Cheng Xinglin had a high fever of 38 degrees, and his ears were buzzing like they were stuffed with cotton. He couldn't hear clearly that there was an argument in the examination room just now.

So he won't be complacent just because he is better than others, but he just shook his feverish arm and started to do the questions.

During this period of time, after several finale exercises every day, Cheng Xinglin's mastery of mathematical knowledge and calculation speed has improved to a higher level.

Coupled with the ice patch plug-in given by Jian Xing, even if he has a fever, he will not get dizzy and make a wrong calculation.

A set of papers was done smoothly, and Cheng Xinglin still had time to re-check it when the finale was not finished.

After the inspection, Cheng Xinglin finally took the time to feel the discomfort in his body.

The tinnitus and dizziness that hadn't come out after writing the mathematics flow just now came back overwhelmingly in an instant.

Cheng Xinglin covered his mouth, feeling aroused by the sudden nausea.

After pressing down the nauseating feeling, Cheng Xinglin felt that his whole body was going to collapse.

Sweat covered his shoulders and back, and he felt chills when the fan in the classroom was turned on.

Cheng Xinglin hurriedly put on the coat that he took off because it was too hot to write the question.

He didn't continue to check repeatedly, but put away the written pen, folded the answer sheet, pressed it with his elbow, and lay down directly.

——He has to recharge his batteries for the comprehensive exam in the evening.

Cheng Xinglin lay down very naturally, not knowing how much shock he had caused to those around him.

Last time I came here to provoke that boy's pupil earthquake, looking at Cheng Xinglin lying on the table, I felt that my confidence had collapsed.

What the hell, is it over? ? ?

Such a difficult paper? ?

With 7 minutes left, it's done? ?

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There are some academic bullies who can cause a huge psychological shadow on others even if they are sick and limit their performance.

"There are some masters" here can be directly replaced by Cheng Xinglin.

However, it is one thing to create a psychological shadow on others, and quite another to be really uncomfortable.

Cheng Xinglin's goal of rejuvenating energy was not achieved at all, he almost left the examination room in a semi-conscious state, returned to the secret base to live in, and Jian Xing casually stuffed him with dinner.

When the exam was due at night, when Cheng Xinglin was woken up from the sofa by Jian Xing, he didn't even feel a little more awake or comfortable.

He felt as if he had been forcibly awakened after a great battle.

Cheng Xinglin got up to put on his shoes, stepped on them twice but didn't get them in.

A little irritated, he was just about to hook his waist, but Jian Xing had already squatted down in front of him.

Holding Cheng Xinglin's ankle, Jian Xing helped him put his feet into the sneakers.

Cheng Xing was so ill that he was dazed, and when he was about to struggle, Jian Xing had already stuffed both of his feet into his shoes.

"Take care at night, are you alright?" Jian Xing wiped his hands with a wet towel, sat next to Cheng Xinglin, tested his temperature with the back of his hand, and asked worriedly.

"A superior subject." Cheng Xinglin forced a smile at Jian Xing, "There is nothing wrong with it."

If it wasn't for Cheng Xinglin sitting in the stable examination room but feeling like he was sitting on a bumpy boat.

He felt that his words could be more convincing.

So hot.

Cheng Xinglin could feel the heat on his forehead without even measuring it.

It may be because the math test in the afternoon squeezed him too much energy.

It may also be that the intensity of the test in one day is indeed too great.

Anyway, Cheng Xinglin's tinnitus and bone aches are twice as much as in the morning.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't even sit up straight, so he could only lean on the table, hold a pen, and squint his eyes to read the test paper.

Under such circumstances, Cheng Xinglin still had the time to analyze the paper in his hand slowly.

Biology is the easiest thing for him. Usually, as long as he has hands, it is not a problem to get a score of 78 or above.

Chemistry is slightly more difficult, but not the most difficult, so I will do it last.

The hardest physics is in the middle - if he didn't miscalculate himself, he should be able to enter flow in the middle of being a creature.

As long as you enter the mind flow, physical discomfort is nothing, and you can completely handle it with willpower.

but.

Cheng Xinglin's experience with illness is still too little.

The creatures, simple as they are, were eating away at his energy.

When Cheng Xinglin wrote a biology question, he could feel his temperature go up by a little bit. When he insisted on finishing the biology, Cheng Xinglin felt like his head had turned into a hot air balloon that had been ignited.

On the one hand, it is scorching hot like being reburned by fire.

On the other hand, he was dizzy, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

The fever-reducing stickers that were posted just now have no effect now.

Cheng Xinglin touched his forehead, he could hardly feel his hand touching it.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the paper in a daze—the strategy was wrong, he should have done physics first...

what should I do now……

Cheng Xinglin raised one hand to cover the fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

He was thinking about whether to take a break from the teacher to go to the toilet, wash his face a little to cool down.

However, the next moment.

An old hand handed a water-blue rectangular antipyretic patch to Cheng Xinglin's face.

Cheng Xinglin looked up in a daze, and saw that it was their invigilator who was giving him cooling stickers.

Cheng Xinglin took the cooling stickers and was about to thank him when the invigilator gave a "shh" and pointed to the door.

Cheng Xinglin turned his eyes again and looked towards the door.

I saw Jian Xing standing at the door, holding a handful of antipyretic stickers in his hand and waving at him.

With such a distance, Cheng Xinglin had a fever and his eyes were clouded with tears, but he could still clearly see the worry in Jian Xing's eyes.

Eh……

In fact, Jian Xing doesn't need to do anything, just appearing there can already give Cheng Xinglin a lot of strength.

Cheng Xinglin took off the antipyretic patch on his head that was no longer working, threw it aside, and put a new one on.

The cold feeling struck again, and it began to fight against the fire of the hot air balloon in Cheng Xinglin's head, bringing a moment of sobriety.

A cooling patch doesn't work for a long time, so Cheng Xinglin seized this gap and hurriedly worked on the questions.

But it is also very strange to say.

The physics that tortured Cheng Xinglin so much in normal times turned out to be surprisingly well-behaved this time.

Every time Cheng Xinglin looked at a question, he could quickly reflect which knowledge point the question was testing and what formula it should use.

Even which basic formula this formula was derived from, and why the physicist suddenly wanted to "create" such a formula, Cheng Xinglin could figure it out clearly.

Perhaps many things in this world are accumulated over time.

And Cheng Xinglin spent so much time accumulating all he had, he was so painful that he almost collapsed in the examination room.

The enlightenment moment that belongs to physics.

But at this point in time, he finally caught up with him.

After Cheng Xinglin finished writing physics, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he tore off the fever-reducing stickers on his forehead, he saw a new stack of torn-off fever-reducing stickers on the table.

It is estimated that the invigilator had checked that there was no entrainment, so he put it on Cheng Xinglin's desk for him to use.

Cheng Xinglin put on another antipyretic patch, physics was done, and chemistry was no problem.

After quickly finishing the chemistry question, Cheng Xinglin checked it again. Just as he was about to lie down, the invigilator came over, approached him and whispered, "Have you finished?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded.

The teacher took his paper and said, "Then you can hand in the paper in advance. Jian Xing will wait for you outside."

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... What does Jian Xing have to do with waiting for himself and handing in the test in advance?

This is...does the government support me to hand in the papers in advance and go out to engage in puppy love activities?

Cheng Xinglin glanced blankly at Jian Xing who was standing outside.

Still stood up and began to clean up the trash on his desk.

I don’t know if I don’t accept it, but I found out when I accepted it—a test, and actually used up seven antipyretic stickers.

It seems that it is really hard work to keep the CPU from going down.

Cheng Xinglin walked out in a daze, and Jian Xing was waiting for him outside.

Jian Xing had already found out Cheng Xinglin's schoolbag in advance and carried it on his shoulder for him.

Afraid that he would fall, as soon as Cheng Xinglin came out, Jian Xing reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

"Senior, we..." Cheng Xinglin subconsciously stepped back to the side—could the distance be too close.

"Don't talk." Jian Xing pulled him back, "Don't fall."

"...Okay." Cheng Xinglin could only nod his head, "Senior, where are we going?"

"Go for an infusion, I've agreed with the community doctor, I'll leave you a bottle, and I'll get it after the exam."

It turned out that he was going to be taken to get an injection, so the invigilator agreed to let him collect the papers in advance.

but……

Even for this reason.

Their school examination requirements are very strict, Jian Xing must have worked hard to bring him out like this.

Cheng Xinglin was carried by Jian Xing's shoulders and walked away.

However, after going out, Jian Xing did not go in the direction of the small clinic, but opened the door of a BMW on the side of the road and put Cheng Xinglin on it.

Cheng Xinglin sat on the car cushion and didn't react until the car started.

"Didn't you say..." Cheng Xinglin rubbed his throbbing forehead, feeling that he was really sick and dull, "Go to the community hospital for a bottle?"

"The community hospital has been closed for a long time." Jian Xing took out a shock-absorbing bag next to it, which contained medicine and equipment, "The medicine has been prescribed for you, and I called a familiar nurse sister to hang a bottle for you at home. "

"it is good."

Cheng Xinglin agreed, and it took a long time before he reacted bluntly and looked at Jian Xing.

"At home...? To whose house...?"

If you have a fever, you can't turn on the air conditioner. In order for Cheng Xinglin to feel more comfortable, Jian Xing pressed the window of the car just now.

At night, there was a little cool wind blowing in, blowing Jian Xing's broken hair. He leaned on the armrest on the side of the car with one hand, propped his face sideways, and said calmly: "My house."