you better leave me alone

Lin Zewu had a leave request, whether it is valid or not is not mentioned for the time being, he escaped nine times out of ten times, but this time he didn't, waiting for someone to slaughter him.

Wen Chen was somewhat surprised: "Who opened it?"

"School committee." Lin Zewu added, "The request for leave is with the school committee."

Wen Chen was puzzled: "How dare the school committee prescribe it to you so many times?"

Lin Zewu said implicitly: "It's okay."

How can this be called okay?This is very good, Wen Chen thought.

"Is there a head teacher's signature?"

Lin Zewu shook his head.

"You're being honest."

Wen Chen stared at him for a long time, feeling uncomfortable after seeing him with numb scalp, finally put on his coat and walked out the door silently.

Looking at the back, there is a kind of vicissitudes that cannot keep up with the times.

Lin Zewu watched him disappear behind the door, and slowly heaved a sigh of relief. He just relieved the tense back, and when the muscles relaxed, he didn't know which wound was pulled, and it hurt again.

"hiss--"

"Ouch..." The wailing from the next bed came one after another.

Lin Zewu fell on the pillow overwhelmed, and was hit hard again.

He endured it for a while, lifted the quilt on his body, and moved out step by step while leaning on the wall. Behind him were continuous cries of pain. He gritted his teeth and listened to it as the background music.

"Stop screaming, I just gave you painkillers!" someone yelled.

"It hasn't taken effect yet... Ouch..."

Accompanied by the nerve-wracking noise, Lin Zewu walked a short distance of a few meters, and finally touched the doorknob. A layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and when he opened the door, even the fabric on the back of the hospital gown Wet for a little while.

Lin Zewu leaned against the door frame and panted slightly, the burning pain in his left shoulder affected his entire back.

Just now, in order to deal with Wen Chen, he said a few words in a hurry and then hung up. He had to make another call before he finished asking some questions.

But he lost his cell phone.

"……teacher."

A call came from the ear, and Chen came back to his senses.

Zhang Qi on the opposite side stared at the math test paper with a sad face, and called him two or three times to see that he had reacted, and quickly handed over the test paper: "I've done it."

Wen Chen took the thin paper, glanced at the school uniform on the back of his chair, and his face was serious instantly.

Zhang Qi's face immediately changed drastically, and he said desolately: "A lot of mistakes? It's over, it's over..."

"No." Wen Chen circled a few questions and handed them back.

Zhang Qi stopped howling.

Wen Chen slowly turned the red pen in his hand, and while the other party was thinking about the test paper, he asked, "How do you deal with absenteeism in your school?"

"If you get caught, you will be punished. If you escape too much, you will basically not get a diploma."

Can't get a diploma!

"Bah."

The pen in his hand rolled off the table.

Zhang Qi glanced at it, picked it up casually, looked up and saw that Chen's right hand was resting on the edge of the table, he didn't realize that the pen was dropped, and the expression on his face seemed to be about to face the second financial tsunami, Zhang Qi immediately buried his head It is hard to correct the wrong question.

——Is there a leave note?

--have.

—Who opened it?

——Academic Committee.

The previous conversation popped up, the kid was able to get the leave slip from the school committee, Wen Chen remembered this, the word "drop out" flew twice before his eyes and then flew away, he picked up the red pen again.

This action made Zhang Qi bury his head even deeper.

I don't know what important things Wen Chen has to do today. Zhang Qi only knows that pressure makes people improve. He was forced to work hard, and it was the first time that he was so efficient.

I heard that Chen Xianlai had nothing to do and turned over his previous homework. The other subjects were all good, only the math was so bad that the pages were flushed.

"How long have you been missing math?"

Zhang Qi calculated: "An operation will take two or three months."

It rotted like this after losing two or three months?

I heard that Lin Zewu had been hanging around outside since he was a freshman in high school, and he hadn't studied hard for almost a year and a half, how bad it is.

Zhang Qi recalled, his face collapsed again, he was about to cry, "Teacher, is my problem serious?"

"Alright."

"Oh."

Two hours passed quickly, and 800 yuan was in hand.

On the way back, Wen Chenguai went to the store for dinner, lightly eating salads, nutritious and healthy, and strictly counting calories.

After eating, Wen Chen stood waiting at the door of the elevator, looked up along the billboards all over the wall, and the capitalized words "Xinhua Bookstore" hit his eyes.

"Ding--"

Wen Chen was silent for a moment, instead of looking at the open door of the elevator, he turned around and went upstairs.

There are dozens of rows of books colorfully placed in the bookstore, and Wen Chen wants to leave this ocean of knowledge at a glance.

"Sir, what kind of books are you looking for?" The shopping guide warmly greeted him.

Wen Chen: "Learn."

"How old is your child?"

"Underage."

Shopping guide:?

You don't look like you're going to be able to give birth to adults at your age.

"On the left is the infant and toddler area, in the front is the kindergarten remedial class materials, and beside you are the elementary school remedial books."

Wen Chen swept his gaze away, landed on a bookshelf not far away, and strode over. The shopping guide saw the direction he was going, and his smile froze.

——Counseling books area for high school students.

The father of a high school student is so young these days? ?Which hospital did the face lift surgery? ?

The books on the counseling bookshelves for senior one and senior two range from Chinese to biology, straddling the gap between sensibility and rationality, and their uses range from doing problems to standing on the table.

Wen Chen picked out a few books at random, and was about to pay for them when he was hit by the cover of the rational biology book.

"High School Biology."

further down-

"High School Physics."

They were all of Lin Zewu's age.

Wen Chen suddenly woke up.

"Billboard effect." Wen Chen put the book back, folded his arms and sneered, "It's a trick of capitalists."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Six o'clock in the evening, inpatient department.

He has been in this position for a long time, Lin Zewu stretched out his knees with his hands, his movements were slow, the child next door biting a pencil looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Did you get your legs from a fight?"

Lin Zewu glanced at his math workbook, the fourth grade of elementary school, the age of the king, the workbook is full of dog-scratched characters, crooked and self-contained.

The elementary school student's mother lent him his mobile phone, and he had to watch her child for two hours.

"Ah."

The king's kid said: "It's so fucking cool."

Lin Zewu: "..."

"I want to be like this when I grow up. Scars are the glory of a man!"

Lin Zewu took his pen and drew a firm "×" on the math problems that had caught his attention for a long time.

"Rework."

The king's little boy was shocked by his ruthlessness and was speechless. He felt that Lin Zewu was cool and arrogant, and he was suitable to be recognized as a big brother, and he brought out the face of a unique cold man.

Before the kid could think about making this suggestion, Lin Zewu's attention was drawn away by other places.

Hearing that Chen was just about to enter the ward, he saw two people sitting in a row by the window out of the corner of his eye, and turned around and walked over.

"Why are you sitting here?"

Lin Zewu: "Blow the air."

Little Kid:?

You clearly never stopped drawing an "x" on my homework!

Wen Chen put one hand in his pocket, raised his chin in the direction of the ward reservedly: "May I help you?"

"No." Seeing him turn around, Lin Zewu wanted to leave first, and added, "I'll wait later."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, thinking that if you stay in the cool wind for a few more minutes, you'll be lying down with fever tomorrow and won't be able to get up.

"If you are busy, go back first." Lin Zewu noticed a few plastic bags in his hand, probably daily necessities.

"Alright." Wen Chen raised his hand to look through a certain shopping bag, and asked without raising his eyelids, "Which subject do you have the worst grades in?"

Lin Zewu recalled the previous test results, and answered cautiously: "They are all about the same."

"Approximately how much?"

"..."

"If you don't talk, I called your head teacher?"

"...almost 40 points."

Wen Chen paused: "All?"

Lin Zewu: "All."

Wen Chen stared dead.

In the end, after careful selection, Wen Chen took out a book of English college entrance examination words and handed it to him.

"you......"

Lin Zewu looked at the brand-new vocabulary book in his hand, and saw "high school mathematics", "high school Chinese" and "high school biology" exposed in the shopping bag out of the corner of his eye, feeling complicated.

Wen Chen said: "Billboards, which are flashy and costly, can indeed promote consumption."

"billboard?"

Before I finished asking the question, a woman with a bag came hurriedly at the intersection. Seeing that she was in her early 30s, the kid next door put away her pen and ran over. She was patted on the head. The woman nodded at her, and the two entered. ward.

Now Wen Chen understood what Lin Zewu was doing just now.

"Everyone is gone, why don't you go back?"

Lin Zewu held on to the window frame and struggled to get up, his brow dripping with cold sweat.

Wen Chen stood sideways, hesitated for a while, and before he stood up straight, he went up to pick him up.

"Easy! Brother, take it easy..." Lin Zewu was forced to lie on his back, and after a big movement, the injury on his back was aching.

Every time Lin Zewu uttered a word, his short breath ran towards Wen Chen's ear, and he turned his head uncomfortably, but Lin Zewu was very quiet on the way back.

The ward was very dull, the weather was quite hot today, but the air conditioner was not turned on, the small fan was blowing with all its might, and the bed curtains were blown up.

Wen Chen leaned his back against the bed and put the person down. Lin Zewu just leaned against the bed, arched himself forward, lifted the quilt and burrowed in, Wen Chen went out again to bring in the shopping bag.

"Buy whatever you want, just make do with it."

Wen Chen put things on the table, including an unopened toothbrush towel and two bottles of mineral water.

Lin Zewu hesitated to speak.

Wen Chen noticed the change in his expression: "What's the problem?"

"I can't use the strength to open these things."

Wen Chen looked at his tightly bound shoulders, hooked his fingertips around the corner of the quilt, and managed to lift it a few centimeters. With all his strength, his face turned pale, almost the same color as the wall.

Wen Chen unpacked the outer packaging silently, and then unscrewed all the mineral water. After doing this, the sky outside gradually darkened.

"Can I brush my teeth?"

Lin Zewu nodded: "It can be tolerated."

Wen Chen had his coat on his arms, saw his miserable appearance, and asked uncertainly, "Can you do it alone at night?"

"It's not a big problem."

"I'm leaving?"

Lin Zewu nodded again, seeing that he really left, he lay down in peace.

After walking two steps, Wen Chen turned back again and looked down at the high school student on the hospital bed with a serious expression as if he was participating in a business meeting.

Lin Zewu lay flat on the bed, his back felt a little numb when he saw it, Wen Chen finally spoke.

"You know how to use a urinal?"

You know how to use a urinal?

Use a urinal?

Urinal, right?

urinal.

Lin Zewu looked at the ceiling expressionlessly: "No, goodbye."