Medicine Jar [Interstellar]

"Are there any seedlings in this year's second grade?" A young man asked.

"Yes, but it's not in Class A. Isn't there a non-discriminatory class in the second grade? There is a seedling in there."

This is the lounge of the third grade of the senior department. It is a place next to the small garden of the school. It has a good view and a good environment. The chief of the third grade always likes to move freely and rest here.

"Hey~ Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, you can see for yourself." A curly-haired senior standing by the window threw the binoculars to his partner and pointed to a certain place outside the window.

"What do you want me to watch?" While chewing gum, he took over the binoculars and looked out, "School violence? Our school is also true. If you want me to say, there should be an ideological and moral test. Those who have a criminal record or are considered to be of bad character Throw it all out, and people can't do it well, so what kind of education will they learn?"

"Come on, you, if you are the first to be thrown out of the ideological and moral test, I don't know who said that he would overthrow the imperial rule and become the emperor himself when he was a child."

"You can't talk nonsense about this. How cute I am, this kind of thing can only be said when I was young and ignorant. But you just let me see this?"

"From time to time, outside the small garden, the group of people in the second grade undifferentiated class..."

"Oh, it's true. Didn't they say they represented the school in the competition? Why are they in the school at this time?"

"It's already back. These kids are just like Lianjia and rushed back after the game. If I were them, I would travel at public expense. By the way, they won the first place this year, much better than us back then." Volume Mao looked at the optical brain in his hand and said that he was in charge of data in the presidium, and this should be clear.

When Curly was in science, the young man who was talking to him had completely lost his attention to Curly. He watched what happened in the small garden vigorously and made strange noises.

"What are you crazy about?"

"This year's second grade is really amazing... I'm teaching the little bastard a lesson, not to mention that I'm really a little bit so imposing."

"Show me!" Curly rushed to the telescope.

"Don't grab me, I haven't finished watching it yet..."

There was chaos among the third-year principals.

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After Cook finished his speech and returned to the dormitory, Mao Mao took off his shoes and climbed onto Cook's bed.

"Cook! There is a fragrant smell in your bed!" The little bear turned into a furry bear lay there hugging Cook's pillow and biting his nose.

"The smell of laundry soap." Cook scratched Mao Mao on Mao Mao's butt, "Hurry up and wash before resting."

"Hmm~" Maomao let out an indistinct nasal sound from his nose, lying on the bed unwilling to get up.

Mao Mao's state after getting off the spaceship today was not quite right. It seemed that he thought of something. Cook climbed up on the bed and touched Mao Mao's head.

Why is it so hot...

"Maomao? Get up and follow me to the hospital."

"No! It's uncomfortable!" Maomao lay on the bed and moaned.

"I'll carry you, dear." Cook pulled Maomao up and carried him on his back.At this moment, the door was knocked violently.

"Second grade! The chief ward round of the third grade, come out quickly!"

"Why at this time." Cook frowned and went out with Mao Mao on his back. Hearing the roar outside, Mao Mao was frowning in a daze. Cook patted Mao Mao to comfort him.

Opening the door, Cook saw the seniors of the third grade.

"Sorry, senior, my roommate is sick, can I send him to the school infirmary first?"

Curly's face was full of seriousness, he stretched out his hand to touch Mao Mao's head and said, "I want to ask for leave because of such a problem, put him down and let him go by himself."

The senior students in the senior department have sufficient authority over the junior students. The senior students will regularly lecture and exchange feelings with the younger students. The younger students need enough respect for the seniors to be able to live in the school.

Cook was reluctant, but it had to be, because it was the order of the seniors, and these people were still the chief team of the third grade.

Putting Maomao down, Cook patted Maomao to wake him up, and then supported Maomao with one hand behind, trying not to let the senior find out and help him.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital after the rounds are over." Cook said quietly.

All the people in the same class gathered at the door of the room, at this time the person from the chief group said.

"All! Go downstairs and run around!"

"Report senior, my roommate's current state is not suitable for running laps, he really needs to rest." Cook typed the report loudly.

"Aren't you having fun with the first grade today? Why can't the third grade ask you to do so at night?" said the senior next to him.

It was Cook's first feeling that the visitor was not kind. When they taught the gangsters in the morning, it was obvious that the seniors were not there. Could it be that the gangsters who were taught went back to complain?

Mao Mao woke up a little bit, he shook his head at Cook and told him not to contradict the senior, and then followed the class team down.

Cook followed closely behind Maomao.

"Everyone, go around the field [-] times, and come back here to gather after running." The playground in front of the dormitory of the senior department is not at the same level as that of the elementary department. Thirty laps are the amount they can only run when their bodies are in their prime. They just came back from the race and didn't have enough rest on the way. Wouldn't it be fatal to let them run thirty laps at this time?

"Teacher An Ran can't be contacted either." Annie said anxiously, this group of senior students seemed to be hostile at first glance.

"Why are you still standing there, run around!"

Maomao hesitated for a moment and began to run. Cook had been stalemate with his seniors mainly because of himself. Now is the critical time for entering a higher school. Cook must not have conflicts with them.

One lap, two laps, three laps... Cook was always by Maomao's side. This guy's condition became more and more out of order, he began to gasp for breath, and his running became unstable.

"Stop, you can't run anymore." Cook stopped Maomao.

Mao Maotou fainted on Cook.

"What's going on over there?! Have you completed the task?" Curly roared.

"Report senior, my roommate needs to rest!"

"Continue to run, this is the senior's order, and rest after [-] laps."

"I can run with him behind my back." Cook gritted his teeth and said, obeying the orders of the seniors is a tradition of the Emperor Star. Traditions cannot be provoked, but flexibility is always possible.

"Okay, but you have to run twice." Curly wants to see if Cook will give up. Double is a full sixty laps, which is definitely beyond the limit of a second-year student, even if he has graduated for many years. People in the military department did not dare to say that he could run down 60 laps, and he was carrying a person on his back.

"I can." Cook's eyes were firm. He didn't continue to talk nonsense and started running with Maomao on his back. The pace was much faster than other students.

"Are you sure he's okay?" the senior asked.

"There is a problem." Curly replied.

"If there is a problem, you still let him run."

"The entire indiscriminate class is the core bone. How long he can last to a certain extent shows the strength of the entire class. I saw that Mao Mao's condition just now. Although it is not very good, it is definitely not to the extent that it is necessary to seek medical attention immediately, so simply Try them, if they don’t work, send them to the hospital together.”

"It's miserable to be your junior." The chief team member sighed.

"Isn't this the test we need to choose a new chief group after we graduate? Otherwise, you think I like to torture juniors like this?"

But they didn't expect Cook's perseverance to be so terrifying. Thirty laps, forty laps... Cook was on the verge of collapse, but he was still able to run, and it was getting faster and faster.

Roaring angrily, Cook seemed to be racing against time, and the only thought in his mind was to send this guy to the hospital.

Maybe Mao Mao is a disease that can be delayed for others, but not for him.

"Don't let him run away! This guy is crazy." Curly soon found out that something was wrong, this kind of running method that was obviously at the limit of the body and accelerated, every moment seemed to be hovering on the edge of life and death, that kind of pain was not ordinary people tolerable.

Cook was stopped, looking at the seniors, Cook panted and laughed, he knew he had won the bet.

"Can you take him to the hospital now?"

"Send it, send it off, I think you both have to go to the hospital." Curly Mao scratched his hair helplessly.

"As for it? It's not a disease that cannot be delayed..."

Cook turned his head to look at Mao Mao with gentle eyes, and then Curly heard Cook whisper, "Who told me to like him?"