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Mu Zi'an was not in the mood to read what was written inside, so he put the letter in his pocket again, got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to buy lunch.

When Gu Nan woke up, Mu Zi'an had already gone to school, leaving only a lukewarm lunch on the table, and a note that said 'I'm going to see the teacher at school, don't worry'.

How does Mu Zi'an feel about the school?That can only be said to be, I can't say I like it, but I don't hate it either.

In the previous life, when he was a teacher, he just regarded class as a job, and the time when the student was taking exams was the most leisure time for that person. He only needed to explain to others the sample questions that he had taught countless times.

But now, Mu Zi'an wants to listen to others tell him the reasoning formulas that he has been familiar with in his memory for a long time. This feeling is very subtle, familiar and strange.

When Mu Zi'an arrived at the school, the counselor hadn't come yet, but most of the sophomores had already arrived, sitting there obediently doing their own things.

As soon as Mu Zi'an sat down, he heard someone say, "Why did that person come so late?"

It was only then that Mu Zi'an noticed that he was late.

Another person replied in a low voice: "Don't compare yourself to her, she is a genius in the chemistry department, even the teacher dare not ask her about it."

Mu Zi'an couldn't help being amused, is this talking about others behind their backs, but the voice is so loud, who can't hear it?

The other person asked in surprise, "Why? The teacher can't control it, and the counselor doesn't care either?"

"That's right, the principal has personally talked to the counselor and asked him to leave Mu Zi'an alone. It is said that Mu Zi'an is very good at chemistry and mathematics."

"Ah? I'm also good at studying. Last time I was in the top three in the class." The man muttered, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Yeah, I also find it strange, my professional courses are also very good, why don't I have privileges?"

Hearing what they said, Mu Zi'an was a little interested at first, but the more he listened to it, the more annoying he became, so he simply ignored it and let them say what they said.

privilege?She has no such thing.

The counselor never came, and Mu Zi'an was sitting in the classroom waiting for her.

The first class in the afternoon was advanced mathematics. When the mathematics teacher walked in, the leather shoes hit the ground hard, and the sound was very harsh.

He looked around the class, and then announced: "Today, we will have an in-class test, and the test scores will be recorded. We will hold a parent-teacher meeting the day after tomorrow. I hope the students will do well in the test."

After finishing speaking, Ignoring the complaints of 'college students still hold parent-teacher meetings', I started handing out papers.

It doesn't matter to Mu Zi'an, even without Lily's help, relying on her own strength and talent, she can instantly kill others.

The whole class fell silent, and Mu Zi'an flipped through the paper. For college students, the difficulty is moderate.

In this case, it seems that there is nothing to worry about, so Mu Zi'an did not start with the questions, but thought about some things, about Nan Nan's condition, about his own organization, about finding a match.

When he came back to his senses, Mu Zi'an realized that the math teacher was actually standing in front of him, staring at him motionless.

Mu Zi'an was stared into hair, and looked at the time, only half an hour had passed.

The exam takes 10 minutes, two math classes plus a break in between, and Mu Zi'an really doesn't need that long. With this amount of questions, she can finish it in about [-] minutes.

But the math teacher just looked at Mu Zi'an like that, as if he thought she couldn't do it.

It's not a good feeling.

Mu Zi was silent for a while, then took out a carbon pen from his schoolbag, and read the questions slowly.

The teacher snorted and still stood there.

Mu Zi'an thought for a while, and suddenly understood - this teacher, wouldn't suspect that he was cheating, would he?These questions really looked like they were taken from an exercise book. Since there were original questions, the invigilator should be stricter.

But why do you just stand in front of yourself?

Mu Zi'an thought about what those two people said just now, and suddenly burst out laughing.

I do have some privileges, such as being distrusted by others, such as many students secretly looking down on me like this, such as being extremely unlucky.

Mu Zi'an respected this elderly teacher very much, and knew that the math teacher was doing the right thing. If Mu Zi'an in his previous life was told by the principal to 'leave this student alone', he would feel uncomfortable.

Thinking about the big problem that the chemistry teacher suddenly asked me to do on the blackboard last time, I understand, is it really suspected?

It seems that a genius is very powerful when he says it, but advanced mathematics is not research, but of course it will make people feel unbalanced.

The school is becoming more and more unbearable... Mu Zi'an thought to himself.

After lowering his head and writing for a while, Mu Zi'an looked up at the clock. It took exactly 10 minutes, and he almost finished writing the question while reading it.

Mu Zi'an turned around, put all the pens in the bag, and handed the test paper to the teacher, coughed twice, and felt that there was really nothing to say, put his schoolbag on his back, gently opened the door, and walked out.

When passing by the counselor's office, she didn't go in to have a look.

To be honest, Mu Zi'an felt very disappointed.

For the school, for the teacher who dares to be angry but dare not speak up.

As long as the math teacher stops Mu Zi'an a little bit, or tells her 'I hope you can continue with the next class', she will definitely stay, at least she will finish this class before leaving.

But now it seems that staying in school is just a waste of time.

Can't help but think of the person who knocked twice in front of Gu Nan's ward in the morning, does he have a new task?Thinking of this, Mu Zi'an's pace slowly began to speed up.

How could she leave Gu Nan at this time?

Mu Zi'an held the white paper in the transparent envelope, his eyes darkened a bit.

Today's sunshine is very good, she squinted her eyes so that the piece of paper faced the sun, and quickly read the words on the piece of paper: June 22, at [-]:[-] am, see you at the school gate.

Mu Zi'an thought about it, the 22nd was just in time for the summer vacation, what would the organization have to ask her to go out at this time?

Just about to complain, Mu Zi'an suddenly realized that he had already walked to the front of the ward at some point.

Hearing the sound coming from inside, she shook her hand and quickly pulled out the paper from the envelope. Soon, the piece of paper cracked and fell to the ground.

Then, Mu Zi'an frantically stuffed the envelope under the flowerpot, and before he could stand up, Gu Nan happened to hold a water glass and looked over here.

Seeing the shredded paper on the ground, Gu Nan froze for a moment and asked, "What is that?"

Mu Zi'an hesitated and didn't know what to say, and then remembered that he said he would not lie to her again, so he opened his mouth and said, "My job."

Seeing Mu Zi'an's confession, Gu Nan didn't ask any more questions, and casually said, "Didn't you go to school? Why did you come back so early? No more classes?"

"Yes," Mu Zi'an nodded. "I didn't take classes much a long time ago."

"..." Gu Nan frowned. "You mean, you won't go to class before you accompany me?"

"Because those classes are really..."

"What do you do when you're not in class?" Gu Nan's expression was serious.

As soon as Mu Zian gritted his teeth, he almost wanted to say it, the kind who didn't think about the consequences.

Fortunately, Gu Nan just held the cup, sighed, and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's up to you."

Little by little, she moved to the water dispenser and picked up the water.

Mu Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed her water glass, helped Gu Nan connect it, and helped her back to the ward, only to find that his heart was beating violently.

Even if you don't want to lie to this person again, you still don't have the courage to tell the whole story.

Day by day, the atmosphere of the holiday became more and more active, and Gu Nan became weaker and weaker, and symptoms such as lethargy, vomiting, and high fever continued to appear.

Mu Zi'an was in the hospital, and went to the medical room several times a day to ask the doctor about her situation. The doctor's advice to her was still that her condition was getting worse and she had to undergo a transplant as soon as possible.

"What is the cure rate?"｜

"It's not a question of cure rate, it's that when we're sick, we're healed. We have to do our best." ^

Mu Zi felt cold, looked at Gu Nan and shook his head, then looked at the experienced doctor in front of him, feeling dizzy, picked up the chopsticks several times, and then froze.

One night, Shi Qing, who was staying in the hospital, saw Mu Zi'an slumped in front of the door of the ward with his head down, refusing to go in for a long time, and the low air pressure surrounded her.

When Shi Qing was wondering why Mu Zi'an didn't go in, he heard his cousin's voice—the cousin was talking to the doctor.

"Doctor, why bother, I just want to go through my last journey beautifully."

Shi Qing didn't know what to say, he stood for a long time, saw that Mu Zi'an was still paralyzed there motionless, so he silently stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

Mu Zi'an was taken aback, raised his head in a daze, looked for a few seconds, and realized that it was Shi Qing standing in front of him.

Mu Zi'an said:

"Gu Nan will be fine."

Her tone was firm, she kept repeating, she didn't know whether she was lying to Shi Qing or herself.

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