Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

hidden, hidden,

A little bewitching, little-known secret.

Five fingers covered the door and pushed it open with a light touch.But to his disappointment, there seemed to be nothing inside.

There are several tall filing cabinets in the room, and a computer with several extended screens is placed on the wall.

Dazzling maps are pasted on the wall of the room, with various marks and lines made with thumbtacks or red pens.

Looks like a place to work?

Jiang Yike was very disappointed. He thought he could see a lot of gold, silver and jewels, and at the worst, he could see the American crocodile that Chu Nian raised, but he didn't expect it to be just an ordinary office room.

He wandered back to the living room, and Chu Nian happened to come down with the car keys.Jiang Yike pointed to the corridor and asked, "What is that room inside? I took a look out of curiosity."

Chu Nian looked in the direction he pointed, and understood: "It's a reference room, and there are a lot of documents in it, but it's useless now—"

He paused and said softly:

"I used to want to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" Jiang Yike was thoughtful, "What a coincidence, I'm also looking for someone, but I don't have any clues at the moment."

Chu Nian said "Yes" and led him outside.

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The rain came and went quickly. After nearly one night, the next day was sunny again.

But, in the warm sunshine——

"Ah, Ah!"

Jiang Yike lay pitifully on the table, throwing a pile of crumpled tissues in front of him like a hill.

"It's so uncomfortable—" Jiang Yike yelled in despair, his voice was hoarse, "I'm going to die——"

Lu Yao had already contributed his only pack of facial tissues, and he looked at his tablemate very sympathetically: "Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you, why did you suddenly catch a cold?"

The tip of Jiang Yike's nose was blushing, and his voice was weak, weak and subtle, completely gone from his usual clarity: "How do I know..."

Although it rained yesterday, he also warmed up in time, and even took a bath at Chu Nian's house, and changed his clothes by the way, who knew he would sneeze and sneeze non-stop the next day.

He almost collapsed from the beating.

If he is not a demon, but a cultivator of immortality in the human world, he has probably already fully realized that he can ascend immediately.

A pack of tissues was used up again in an instant, Jiang Yike threw away all the garbage, and then lightly poked the girl in the front seat with his finger.

The jewel-like eyes were full of water, and the voice was also slender: "Student...well, do you have any tissues?"

The girl at the front table rummaged and rummaged and found another bag, Jiang Yike took it gratefully and said, "Thank you, classmate, you are such a good person."

The tissue paper was as soft as velvet, with small light blue flowers printed on it, and you could still smell a faint floral fragrance when you sniffed it closely.

The girl at the front table couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this: "Why send me a good card?"

Jiang Yike was puzzled: "What is a good person card? Isn't this a compliment?"

The girl at the front desk stuck out her tongue without explaining.

She took the opportunity to reach out and squeeze Jiang Yike's cheek.The touch is soft and delicate, and the softness is very comfortable to pinch.

Jiang Yike didn't resist, he was obedient and allowed himself to be pinched.

The girl at the front table watched Jiang Yike pull out a piece of paper and started blowing her nose again, she couldn't help but asked, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yike muffled: "Not good."

Lu Yao leaned on the chair and asked, "Brother Jiang, will you run away later?"

The girl at the front table waved at Lu Yao in dissatisfaction, and her voice was a little angry: "You see Xiao Ke is so seriously ill, why are you running around, you should go to the infirmary!"

a small one?

What's with this weird nickname.

Jiang Yike said weakly: "Actually, I think I'm fine."

However, seeing how miserable he looked, the sports committee secretly poured water on him without remembering his name, and asked Jiang Yike to stay in the classroom to rest.

The classroom during the exercise was empty, and he was the only one left.

Running music rang in the distance, ethereal and unreal.

Jiang Yike had a headache, he wrapped his coat tighter, lay down on the table, and fell asleep drowsily.

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"Students, please line up and leave in order..."

They said they wanted to form a team, but neither the sports committee nor the students really thought about it.With a big wave of his hand, the sports commissioner led the crooked team directly to the classroom.

Lu Yao is tall, with his hands in his pockets, he sauntered leisurely at the end of the line, looking lazy.

As he was walking, he caught a glimpse of a man with a red armband walking towards him from the corner of his eye.

Lu Yao: "?!"

No way, Feng Ji wants to arrest me? ?It's rare for me to wear a school uniform today.

...It's just that the school used scissors to secretly cut it, and the style was even cooler.

Lu Yao turned his head and wanted to slip away, but Feng Ji moved faster and grabbed his arm: "Wait a minute."

Lu Yao was extremely depressed: "Chu Nian, why are you arresting me? I almost have no points to deduct."

Chu Nian withdrew his hand, his expression calm: "I'm not here to deduct points from you."

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in surprise: "Then why are you chasing me, it's scary."

Chu Nian asked, "Are you Yike's deskmate?"

Lu Yao: "Yes."

Chu Nian glanced behind him, paused, and asked, "Yike...why didn't he come for a run?"

Lu Yao looked at Chu Nian in front of him, very puzzled: Did Brother Jiang and Chu Nian play well recently?

Why did Chu Nian come to Class F specially to ask Brother Jiang why he didn't come for a run today.

He thought for a moment, and said frankly: "Brother Jiang is sick and caught a cold, so the sports committee asked him to rest in the classroom instead of running and exercising."

Lu Yao could clearly feel that as soon as the word "sick" was uttered, Chu Nian's expression became a little more serious.

Chu Nian frowned, his voice trembled imperceptibly due to excitement: "Are you sick?"

He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Lu Yao shook his head and explained: "I don't know either. Brother Jiang was sleepy when he came here early in the morning, and his complexion was not very good."

Chu Nian was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, I see."

He untied the red armband on his right arm, folded it into a small piece and put it in his pocket, then raised his head and looked at Lu Yao at the same level: "Thank you."

Chu Nian turned around and ran quickly towards the teaching building.Lu Yao looked at his back as he left in a hurry, and rubbed his head, puzzled.

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Jiang Yike woke up amidst the noise.

The students walked into the classroom one after another, and Jiang Yike straightened up and yawned lazily.

Because he was resting on his arm, there was a large red mark on his forehead, which stood out on his milky white skin.

Lu Yao threw herself on the chair, was too tired to move, and complained: "It's so annoying, I have to do exercises every day in my second year of high school, and I don't know what the school thinks."

Jiang Yike sniffed, and stood up with the remaining small pack of tissues: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay." Lu Yao squeezed forward to make a narrow passage for him.

Jiang Yike walked out silently. He walked slowly down the corridor, sneezing all the way.

Too bad.

My nose was stuffed all the time, my head hurt, my whole body was limp and I had no strength.

Jiang Yike finally walked to the bathroom, but there were two people standing by the door, blocking the aisle just in time.

One of them was an acquaintance.

He dyed his hair yellow. After being deducted countless times and the teacher warned him several times, he still sticks to the yellow hair and never dyes it back to black.

Those two blocked the road, not only Jiang Yike, but also other students.

Jiang Yike said angrily, "What are you doing standing here?"

Huang Mao originally sneered at the little man in front of him, but he fixed his eyes and suddenly panicked——

Isn't this Jiang Yike? ? ?

That bean sprouts who was bullied by several bosses in the first year of high school seemed to be a different person suddenly in the second year of high school.

He did it without saying a word, and he threw his arms over his shoulders in one go, his skills far exceeded the limit of this small body.

The tragic experience of being beaten up by Jiang Yike and then by Chu Nian is still vivid in his memory, now Huang Mao is terrified of this ancestor and just wants to avoid it as far as possible.

Seeing that Huang Mao was still stuck in place with his companion, Jiang Yike glared at him: "Why, want to fight—"

The word "ah" makes a bend,

"Ah!"

Caught off guard by the sneeze, Jiang Yike had time to cover his mouth and nose, and the remaining words were cut in his throat.

Yellow Hair: "..."

companion:"……"

The students watching from the side: "..."

Huang Mao's gaze was full of pity, and Jiang Yike became angry from embarrassment, and said sharply:

"Get out of the way!"

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Huang Mao hurriedly pulled his companion away, making way for him.Jiang Yike went into the bathroom and washed his face.

The cold water splashed on the face, and the uncomfortable heat subsided sporadically.But this didn't make him feel much better, and his body still didn't have much strength.

My mother said that the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread, which seems to be somewhat reasonable.

Jiang Yike sighed and returned to the classroom, but just as he sat down firmly, the class representative came to collect the homework.

She held out her hand to Jiang Yike: "Homework."

Jiang Yike tugged at the cuffs that were too wide, and said in a weak voice, "...I didn't write."

The class representative saw how pitiful he was, with a strong nasal voice, and his heart softened.

She sighed: "Forget it, anyway, you and your deskmate are colluding together, so you haven't handed in much homework. I won't keep your name today because you are a sick number. Next time, you will not be so lucky."

Jiang Yike: "(゜v゜) Oh, yes."

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It was just a slight headache at first, but the symptoms became more and more severe.When the lunch bell rang, Jiang Yike's forehead was already a little hot.

Lu Yao touched his forehead and suggested: "Brother Jiang, I think you have a little fever, why don't you go to the infirmary?"

Jiang Yike still insisted that he was not sick. After all, the dignified Mozun went to the infirmary because of a trivial cold, which would have tarnished his image too much.

Jiang Yike shook his head and said firmly, "I'm fine, I won't go to the infirmary."

Lu Yao couldn't move him, so he could only let him go.

The students flocked in the corridor, scrambling to run towards the cafeteria.In the past, Jiang Yike was always far ahead, the one who ran at the forefront.

But today, he really has no appetite.

I can't run either.

Jiang Yike walked down the stairs slowly, and was left behind by the big food grabbing team.As he walked with small steps, he kicked a small stone on the ground.

The small stone rolled along the rough and uneven ground, and then stopped in front of a pair of shoes.

Eh?Why did it stop?

Jiang Yike looked up along the small stones, and saw a person carrying a black bag, standing not far from him.

He seemed to be running all the way, and he was still panting slightly.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yike: QAQ

Chu Nian: (rubs his head)