What if there are no inhibitors?

On the night of October 10, all four people were in the dormitory. Guo Han was doing his homework, Han Lu was reading his foreign language books, and Jian Chao was washing on the balcony.

Song Zhiwei was scalding his feet with a face on his face.

Han Lu, who was reading a book, moved his eyes upwards, just in time to fully see what Song Zhiwei was doing.

His feet are very white, and his ankles are delicate, and he is throbbing in the water basin at the moment.

Two seconds later, Han Lu looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to stare at his book.

Jian Chao entered the bedroom from the balcony, glanced at Song Zhiwei and asked loudly: "Song Zhiwei, what are you doing every day? Why do I always feel that you have something on your mind?"

After finishing speaking, he raised an eyebrow at Han Lu: Dude, my assists are not bad.

Song Zhiwei frowned: "I'm thinking about how to ask for leave."

Jian Chao said slightly: "Oh... so I was thinking about asking for leave."

Guo Han interrupted and asked, "What leave do you want?"

Song Zhiwei was frustrated: I just don't know what to ask for leave, I can't think of a reason, and I don't know how to make the head teacher give up notifying the parents, so he is annoying.

He sighed: "I want to ask for a few days off every month."

"Puff." Jian Chao bared, gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged like pufferfish, and his shoulders shrugged.

Song Zhiwei gave him a puzzled look: "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha." Jian Chao couldn't help it, and burst out laughing: "You're on your period as a girl."

Song Zhiwei's eyes froze, and he smiled, "You know a lot."

Jian Chao's neck felt cold, "Oh, my stomach hurts, I have to go to the bathroom."

After speaking, he clutched his stomach and fled to the ground.

Song Zhiwei withdrew his eyes and continued to frown.

There are two or three days until the 25th.

He can't just ask for a leave of absence like last time, and he can't let his class teacher notify his parents.

What if his parents came home suddenly during his period?

It is not safe to lock the door backwards.

So asking for a leave of absence is even more difficult.

Jian Chao, with a white face, entered the bedroom, frowning tightly, walking like a stupid penguin clutching his stomach.

Song Zhiwei also thought that he was making an excuse to avoid himself, but now it seems that is not the case, "Do you really have a stomachache?"

"Of course." Jian Chao said with a worried face: "I have always had gastroenteritis, and I would have diarrhea when I eat slightly spicy food. Last week, I had a fluid transfusion in the hospital for a day."

Guo Han hurriedly asked: "Are you okay?" "Do you want to ask for leave?"

"It's not serious." Jian Chao sat on the edge of the bed, and after a while, his face looked less ugly than before: "I'll just drink some hot water."

Han Lu got up and poured him a glass of warm water.

Song Zhiwei's ear twitched, always?Infusion?

He looked lost in thought.

-

On the 24th, Thursday, Song Zhiwei was in a state of excitement and tension all day long.

Before evening self-study, he patted Han Lu's arm: "Same table, same table, do you think I'm haggard?"

Han Lu glanced at him with a smile in his eyes: "Why are you crazy?"

Song Zhiwei's face is full of collagen, his grape eyes are moist and moist, and his dark cherry pink lips are in stark contrast to his fair face.

The healthy can't be any healthier.

"Oh, do you think I look sick?"

"Not like."

These two words ruthlessly sent Song Zhiwei into hell.

He slammed his head on the desk and complained: "Ah!! I finally came up with a reason."

Han Lu paused, "But your face is quite red, are you sick?"

Song Zhiwei let out a weak "hmm". Some people's body will heat up before the period, which is very similar to fever symptoms.But these are trivial matters, the point is how he should ask for leave!

Fortunately, the 25th was Friday this time, so he only had to ask for one day off, unlike the last time he asked for three days in a row, which caused his head teacher to call Liu Fengxia.

Or use the reason of fever to confuse this month's leave first.

"Go to the infirmary if you are sick, and I will take you there."--

Song Zhiwei shook his head: "No, I will ask for leave by myself."

He went to the infirmary first, got a 38-degree fever certificate issued by the doctor, and then went to the office to find Mr. Wang, the head teacher.

The homeroom teacher was talking to the poor students in their class with a smile on his face. The words were obviously gentle and encouraging, but the poor students looked shamelessly at the expression of Jiang Dong's elders.

Song Zhiwei's mind flashed. Regarding the fight last time, the head teacher gave him a bottle of drink before he began to understand the matter.

Later, so many people owed him money waiting to be repaid, and the head teacher also stepped in to help recover it.

He is a good teacher.

Bo Yi Bo, bicycles become motorcycles.

Song Zhiwei put the fever note into his pocket, made a listless look, and walked slowly to the desk in the head teacher's office: "Teacher Wang."

The head teacher patted the poor student on the shoulder, and made a concluding conclusion: "Work hard, the teacher believes that you are a good boy."

Then call the poor students back to the classroom.

Then the class teacher asked him: "What's the matter?"

Song Zhiwei pressed his stomach and showed his twelve-point acting skills, "Teacher, I have gastroenteritis."

"Yo." The head teacher was surprised: "Is it serious?"

Song Zhiwei bit his lip and nodded in great pain: "It's a little serious. In fact, I often do this. I usually take some medicine, but this time I probably need an infusion."

"Ouch." The homeroom teacher yelled very regretfully: "Then ask your parents to pick you up to the hospital."

"They travel a lot and never care about me."

Class teacher: "Doesn't the child come back when he's sick?"

Song Zhiwei's eyes gradually turned red, "One of them is abroad and the other is in province B. They both have very important jobs and they can't leave at all. And after you called my mom last time, she scolded me and even Said it was impossible for someone to bully me at school."

The head teacher's expression changed.

Song Zhiwei interrupted him: "I know you're doing it for my own good, but can you not call them this time? Really, I'm used to it, and I can go to the hospital by myself."

The homeroom teacher was silent, rubbing his hand on the teacup, looking thoughtful.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zhiwei continued: "I know what you want to say. You want to say that my parents care about me and love me. I know all of this, and I also know that there is a problem with our communication."

"But I don't want you to call them, and when they come back from other places, they will see that I have recovered from my illness, and then analyze whether I am faking illness."

The head teacher just wanted to say that parents would not doubt their children so much.

As a result, Song Zhiwei said: "After all, I may often ask for leave."

The class teacher was silent.

Song Zhiwei continued earnestly: "I hope that the conflict between me and them will be resolved later."

"Not now, do you understand? You call them. They can't come back from other places. It's useless to talk to them. Maybe we still quarrel on the phone."

The head teacher was silent for a while, and scenes flashed in his mind. The child once kept silent in the face of school violence.

He doesn't trust his parents, and he doesn't trust his teachers.

Now he is finally willing to trust the teacher. If he breaks his promise, the child will be so disappointed.

"Okay." He nodded.

The corners of Song Zhiwei's mouth just raised upwards.

The head teacher continued: "But I have to find someone to accompany you. I have to go to class at night and I can't leave. Just find..."

"No need! I can do it myself."

"No, you are a patient, what should you do if there is an accident?"

"It's really not necessary..." Song Zhiwei made his final appeal, feeling extremely helpless.

Why is it so difficult to ask for a leave of absence?

"Let's find Han Lu."

Song Zhiwei was silent for two seconds: "Okay."

"Okay, you sit here for a while." After finishing speaking, the head teacher turned to stop a classmate in the office and asked him to call Han Lu from Class Nine.

Song Zhiwei sat on a stool beside him.

When Han Lu came in, he saw Song Zhiwei rubbing his stomach uncomfortably.

The head teacher said: "Song Zhiwei has gastroenteritis, you take him to the hospital to have a look."

Without saying a word, Han Lu came over and bent over, staring at him with dark eyes: "Very uncomfortable?"

The worry in this tone exceeded the standard, and Song Zhiwei felt guilty for a while. He pursed his lips and nodded: "It hurts."--

After finishing speaking, Han Lu helped him up from behind, and the two of them took the leave slip and went out.

Song Zhiwei's stomach didn't hurt at all, he was very clear-headed, and he knew that Han Lu was holding his left shoulder with one hand and leading him forward with the other hand holding his right wrist from behind.

Song Zhiwei pretended to cover his stomach and bent his waist.

Han Lu may feel that it is not easy to support his shoulders, and his palms gradually shifted to his waist.

He persuaded himself with a silent and safe voice: "We'll go to the hospital right away, don't be afraid." Song Zhiwei whispered "Yes".

The more Han Lu behaved like this, the more guilty he felt.

His right eye secretly glanced at Han Lu's expression, the man's jaw line was beautiful and sharp, and his Adam's apple was protruding.But the facial expression is too close to see clearly.

Han Lu asked him, "Apart from fever and gastroenteritis, do you have any other discomfort?"

"Um…"

Seeing that Song Zhiwei didn't want to talk, Han Lu stopped asking.

The two walked from the teaching building to the political teaching building, the art building, and the school gate in front of it. Song Zhiwei whispered: "Actually, I'm not sick, I just pretended."

Han Lu didn't make a sound, as if he wasn't very surprised.

Now it's time for Song Zhiwei to be surprised: "You know?"

"I'll find out later." After speaking, Han Lu wanted to let him go.

Song Zhiwei was in a hurry: "Just pretend, I'm still in school, if I meet someone else and talk to Mr. Wang, I'll be done. Although it's unlikely, I'm still very timid about this matter."

Han Lu smiled inexplicably: "You believe me."

"That's right." Song Zhiwei smiled brightly, flattering him: "You are my deskmate."

He hoped that the other party would let go of the past, although he felt that he hadn't lied to Han Lu much.

Now that he said it, he felt no pressure in his heart, and only then did he feel how close the two of them were.

He is a big boy after all, it is not easy to support him, most of the two of them are close to each other.

He twisted awkwardly, Han Lu's body was hot, scalding his back.

When I walked to the school gate, I really saw acquaintances. A classmate of his class came in from the door and saw them shouting curiously: "Where are you going?"

It's seven o'clock in the evening, and it's time for evening self-study.

"I'll take him out to see a doctor." Han Lu said.

Song Zhiwei's heart suddenly felt sour. In his eyes, Han Lu was the kind of person who disdained to lie.

Just a little bit of guilt, of course.

He quickly asked his classmates: "What are you doing out there?"

"I have something to do at home."

After two or three pleasantries, they parted ways with their classmates.

Song Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief after leaving the school gate: "Fortunately, we pretended to the end and scared me to death."

Han Lu let go of him, "Where are you going next?"--

"go home."

"Your house..."

"I'm fine at home." Song Zhiwei interrupted him: "But I have something to go home."

"Aren't you having a fever?"

"Fever is a minor problem." Song Zhiwei said indifferently, but with the expression of disapproval from the other party, his scalp was numb, and he changed his words: "I have anti-fever medicine at home, I will take it."

He didn't want to trouble others: "I'm fine here, you can go back."

Han Lu said: "The teacher told me to take you to the hospital, I'll go back now, you—"

Silly?

Maybe because Han Lu was used to scolding Jian Chao, Song Zhiwei automatically accepted these two words in his heart.It is more likely that he is a patient, and the other party did not scold him.

But these are not important, he suddenly realized: "Yes, what should you do now?"

"go home."

"You don't go to evening self-study, you don't do your homework?"

With his hands in his pockets, Han Lu asked with a smile, "If you miss the last evening self-study, your grades shouldn't drop, right?"

Finally, from Han Lu's mouth, he heard a tone that I am very good at studying.

He was convinced: "Okay."

The car is on the way home.

Song Zhiwei leaned on the backrest and looked out of the window with a relaxed expression. He was a little uncomfortable now.

But it's not a physical symptom, it's a weakness in the feet and lack of strength.