I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

All the four people in 511 were injured or ill, but they still helped each other, supported each other, worked together to fight against the difficulties, which can be called a model of excellent dormitory in Class 1.

Zhang Yeran and Zhu Finance had the best physical fitness and strong resistance, but if they were not "sick", they would already be "sick".

Compared with Zhang Rui, the symptoms were the mildest. The last fever was only due to the cold at night, coupled with high-intensity physical training, and the transient hot flashes in the evening did not progress to a more serious fever.

Although Zhuang Wenyao has completely lost his ability to move, it is absolutely impossible for him, a good student who is obsessed with studying, to ask for leave to go home, but he will also have to pay a high price: he can only rely on Zhang Yeran for going to and from class, and I wish Finance to give him Pushing a wheelchair; for convenience, all three meals are settled in the classroom; lunch breaks are also waived, and I take a pillow to sit in the class for a while to finish the calculations; big breaks and physical training are even more powerless, so I can only watch the house in the classroom , as a mascot, he became acquainted with the colleagues who checked the number of drills in the discipline inspection department of the school council; everyone went to play basketball in physical education class, and he could only stare greedily, his hands were itchy, and he sat on the seat bored, from time to time Performing a one-handed shooting action without a real object is funny and distressing.

After class in the afternoon, Ninety Arhats in the aviation class couldn't help but go to the playground for physical training, and Zhuang Wenyao was the only one sitting in the empty classroom.

Due to a lot of self-study time out of thin air during the day, Zhuang Wenyao has already finished all the homework for the day, and Du Xiaoli has almost completed all the major competition questions left by Du Xiaoli. "A Dream of Red Mansions" by Zhang Rui.

Just when I was reading that sister Lin first entered Jia's mansion, I suddenly heard a series of gentle knocks on the door, and a younger sister poked her head out from the front door.

Zhuang Wenyao looked up and was stunned: double ponytails, Mu Mian.

Zhuang Wenyao, who is socially poor, can only identify girls in this way, so that once he saw a girl with double ponytails on campus, he subconsciously walked away.

"Student Zhuang Wenyao!" Seeing that Zhuang Wenyao was the only one in the classroom, Mu Mian boldly walked in and closed the door by the way, "Can I come in?"

Didn't you come in already?

Zhuang Wenyao looked at her bright smile as if nothing had happened, and was stunned for a long time before saying, "Yes, what's the matter?"

He thought that Mu Mian already hated him because of the unpleasant quarrel yesterday and would ignore him anymore.

But who is Mu Mian?How could he give up so quickly if he was bold and careful, and didn't look back if he didn't hit the south wall!

Yesterday's failure might have been due to a little impatience, and one day was enough for her to adjust her mentality and continue to attack.

If a vigorous style doesn't work, then let the opponent slowly fall.

She has a way.

Mu Mian spoke softly and cautiously, with undisguised worry in her eyes: "I left in a hurry yesterday and didn't check carefully. I heard that your foot was injured, is it serious?"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled uncomfortably, rubbing the pages of the book with his palm: "It's not serious, just twisted it a bit, it's okay."

Now he is simply "respecting and afraid" of Mu Mian, and has formed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he sees Mu Mian or even a girl with double ponytails who resembles her, he will enter a state of stress, with his heart rate rising and his muscles contracting.

"That's good, you have to take good care of your injuries, and you must never do such a dangerous thing again!" She solemnly ordered, and then threw a plastic bag on Zhuang Wenyao's table, "If I hadn't taken you there That ginkgo path, you don’t know how to play with paper airplanes, and you don’t know how to climb trees... I’m also responsible for hurting you. I’ll give you this food, and I’ll take it as my compensation! Just in time, you haven’t had dinner yet ? I finally have a chance to treat you to dinner!"

The plastic bag is transparent, printed with the school badge of No. [-] Middle School, which contains bacon sandwiches, chicken legs with marinated egg sauce, milk and juice, and countless small snacks, all of which are products in the school supermarket. When the students have no time to eat They will be used as meal replacements, and Mu Mian directly prepared a whole set for him.

Somewhat hot.

Zhuang Wenyao quickly picked it up and handed it to her: "No need, my roommate will bring me food..."

Mu Mian quickly turned her hands away: "I bought everything, just take it! Just take it as my thank you, and yesterday's apology!"

"..." Zhuang Wenyao didn't accept it, and it didn't matter if he didn't accept it. He was in a dilemma, sweating all over his body, "How about this, give me the receipt. How much does it cost, I will transfer it to you on WeChat!"

"I said no need..."

Wait, WeChat?Mu Mian quickly extracts keywords.

Zhuang Wenyao repeated again: "Give me the receipt." A little impatient.

Just then, the front door handle clicked.

Zhuang Wenyao was startled, he had done nothing wrong, but he was very afraid of being seen.Seeing that it was Zhang Rui, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Rui always eats very fast, saving time to come back to study.He still had the dinner for Zhuang Wenyao in his hand. When he entered the door and saw girls in the classroom, he paused, stepped back and looked at the class card, and then hurried back to the seat in the front row with his head down.

Luckily for the misfortune, at least Zhang Rui is a steady and honest person who won't gossip around.

Mu Mian didn't understand Zhang Rui's character, she kept her face on the surface, but in her heart she decided to make a quick decision and avoid people's eyes and ears.

She saw Zhuang Wenyao's "Dream of Red Mansions" under a piece of draft paper, picked up the gel pen on his desk, bent down and wrote down a series of phone numbers: "WeChat has the same number, be sure to add me~"

When he looked up, he gave a chuckle, gave him a wink, turned around and ran away.

Zhuang Wenyao petrified on the spot, shaking off his goosebumps.For a moment, a bad association came into being, feeling that she was a bit like a female version of Yuan Jiawei, and then felt that it was too bad to judge girls like this, even thinking about it in my heart was sinful, so I quickly dismissed all kinds of distracting thoughts.

Seeing the girl leave Zhuang Wenyao's seat, Zhang Rui got up and walked around in a big circle, putting the dinner on Zhuang Wenyao's desk.

Zhuang Wenyao: "Thank you!"

"Squad leader, you're welcome!" Zhang Rui didn't ask much about what happened just now, and smiled nonchalantly, as if he hadn't seen anything, and returned to his seat.

Zhuang Wenyao opened the lunch box and sighed, thinking about how to explain, when Mu Mian's sweet voice came from the front door of the classroom: "Hi, senior!"

Why haven't you left yet?Zhuang Wenyao raised his eyes in doubt, and found that she was about to go out, but her petite body was blocked by another tall figure.

He obviously didn't expect the girl's appearance, so he took a step back to make room, lowered his head and apologized, and after passing by the girl, he raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

It was Lu Zhiheng.

The weather was getting cooler, but he was still wearing a thin shirt, making him look chiseled, tall and slender.

"Senior?" Zhang Rui, who was in the front row, raised his head upon hearing the sound, and got up to greet him, "What's the matter?"

Lu Zhiheng was a head taller than Zhang Rui. Facing him now, he slightly bowed his head and asked, "Is student Zhuang Wenyao there?"

"Ah, look for the class monitor," Zhang Rui subconsciously glanced at the back row, "He's sprained his ankle and can't walk, so go in directly!"

"okay, thank you."

"Well, no thanks."

Maybe it was because there were too many people coming to see the class monitor. Although Zhang Rui was in his own classroom, he still felt like disturbing others, so he took his English book and went to the corridor to read the text.

There were only the two of them in the classroom now.

Lu Zhiheng walked towards him through rows of empty tables and chairs. Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help but dodge his eyes slightly. When he caught sight of a bag of snacks on the table, he felt guilty again for no reason, and quickly grabbed them and stuffed them into the hole of Zhang Yeran's tablemate.

After a while of operation, Zhuang Wenyao realized that it was unnecessary: ​​he has seen everything that should be seen, so what else can he hide?

Lu Zhiheng obviously came to their class for the first time, but he didn't regard himself as an outsider. He sat down at the front table of Zhuang Wenyao calmly, looked at him with his chin on one hand, and showed concern on his face: "Listen to sister Wei, your feet Sprained, how did you do it?"

There was an unknown fire in Zhuang Wenyao's heart: it was this attitude of pretending that nothing had happened again.What he hates the most is that he pretends to be innocent with himself!

He snorted through his nose, took out a paper airplane from his pocket and slapped it on the table, with a golden ginkgo leaf sandwiched on it: "Climb a tree, fall!"

In a sense, Zhuang Wenyao should really thank Mu Mian.If she hadn't taken him to the "gingko path", he wouldn't have discovered that there was such a place on campus, and there was such a paper airplane.

When Lu Zhiheng saw the paper airplane, his pupils shrank and his breathing became disordered.

Zhuang Wenyao took his reaction into his eyes and sneered: "The leaves turned yellow yesterday, and your birthday wish came true. Are you happy?"

Lu Zhiheng was stunned: "What?"

"Stop pretending, okay? Is it so difficult to admit that you are Shiyue?" There was no one in the classroom, Zhuang Wenyao raised the volume, and slapped the draft paper on the table with a "bang", "If you are really innocent, you Write the sentence 'Everytimetimeyousaygoodbye, Idiealittle', do you dare to write it?"

"Ginkgo Road" is located in the north of the unbuilt aviation department, and the location is relatively remote. The whole road does not lead to any functional place and is far away from the living area of ​​students.In addition, it is covered by the teaching building of the Ministry of Aviation under construction, so it is inaccessible.

The appearance of the paper airplane is definitely not a coincidence. Zhuang Wenyao can be sure that whether it is the unique folding method or the unknown pencil writing, they are all written by Lu Zhiheng.

He is not testing conjectures, but forcing him to confess.

"..." Lu Zhiheng stared straight at Zhuang Wenyao's eyes and remained motionless.

There was another "bang", Zhuang Wenyao took a picture of the gel pen in front of Lu Zhiheng: "You write!"

After the filming, he felt that something was wrong. He always used a pencil to write his wishes.Then there was a "bang", and the mechanical pencil was slapped on it.I don't know if it was because of Lu Zhiheng's pretentiousness, or because of his own carelessness, he was so angry that his hands were numb.

This burst of anger seemed very deterrent, Lu Zhiheng subconsciously grasped the mechanical pencil, and tapped out a lead.When the trembling pen tip was about to fall on the paper, he suddenly pressed the end of the pen and plunged the pen tip onto the paper, and the lead returned.

It was the first time for Zhuang Wenyao to see Lu Zhiheng, who was calm and unhurried in the face of any situation, look like he was in a mess, and he wanted to laugh even more.Just as he was about to sneer, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Lu Zhiheng didn't know when he put down his pen, got up suddenly, and pulled Zhuang Wenyao up from his seat: "Come with me."

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