I suspect you are not a good student

Illnesses come and go like a mountain, and go away like silk. This is Xie Chuhong.

A person who usually doesn't catch a few colds a year, this time he was completely devastated. He lay sick on the table for a whole day, and refused to call him to the infirmary. Zhou Shiyi could only help him by himself. run.

As a result, as soon as he entered the infirmary, he was scolded by the school doctor who is also very fashionable today, insisting that the infirmary does not see patients and does not sell medicine.

Zhou Shi was in a hurry: "I just bought a cold medicine, he is very uncomfortable and can't make it through."

"It's not that his leg is broken, why can't he make it through." The school doctor threw the signature pen with the invoice written in his hand on the table on the spot, "Do you know what his symptoms are? Is it just a cold or inflammation? If so, seriously Not serious, how serious is it? Is it a viral cold or a flu? If you give him cephalosporin, what if he is allergic to cephalosporin?"

Zhou Shiyi was struck speechless.

After not seeing each other for a while, he forgot about their school doctor's fiery temper.

Zhou Shiyi honestly withdrew from the school infirmary: "...I'll go and call him here."

But after shouting for several days, Xie Chuhong couldn't be called.

The morning self-study was too early, the infirmary was not open, and the last class in the afternoon was over, and the infirmary was closed again. During the break, Xie Chuhong lay on the table and barely opened his eyes. He obviously didn't want to take medicine or go to the infirmary.

Zhou Shiyi couldn't carry people over in front of so many students.

Until their volleyball rematch.

The volleyball game in No. [-] Middle School has a simple process and is played quickly.

One week of preliminaries, one week of rematch, and one week of finals, after the midterm exam.

This time, I don't know if it was inspired by Zhou Shiyi, but they were quite competitive in liberal arts. Apart from them, there were also Classes [-] and [-] who entered the semi-finals, but the luck of the draw was not very good.

There are two groups in the rematch, one group of four will eliminate two, and one group of three will only keep one.

After getting the result of the lottery, there was no need to fight. Everyone applauded and congratulated Class [-] for the success of the finals. Then they all gathered to watch their only liberal arts student fight against the three science classes.

Although the third class was not drawn together with the eleventh class, that group was also the second, third, and fourth place last year.

Xie Chuhong had a headache and brain fever for a week, and was sickly, unable to play at all, so he could only be replaced by the Disciplinary Committee.

What was expected in the finals was immediately under pressure, and even Xie Chuhong, who was on the bench, rarely felt guilty in his heart.

During the period when Zhou Shiyi came, the total number of group activities he participated in was not enough for the previous two years, and he had to add the junior high school ones together, so that he could barely draw an equal sign and cultivated a sense of collective honor.

"Or I'd better go." Xie Chuhong said to Bai Siming next to him, stuffing his nose.

"Should Zhou Shiyi take it down after hitting a ball?" Bai Siming didn't even bother to look at him.

This is the third game they played against Class Nine.

Judging by the status, the few in their class have obviously begun to be unable to do what they want. Everyone is sweating profusely, especially the Disciplinary Committee.

She was the only girl on the court on both sides, sweat dripping down her face, her short hair sticking to the side of her face, watching the remaining boys in Class [-] who couldn't play volleyball were very worried.

Now the score has been tied at ten to ten, and the first to lead by two points wins to fifteen, and the game is over.

According to the order of drawing lots, if they win this round, their class will go directly to the finals. If they lose this round, they will have to continue fighting against Class Ten—that is, their opponents who lost to them in the preliminary round.

Right now, Class Ten is eyeing them from the sidelines, obviously planning to wait for their loss to avenge their shame.

On the other side of the field, Class [-] finished chopping down two stalks of liberal arts cabbages in just half an hour.

From the preliminaries to the semi-finals, they were so relaxed that they themselves felt that it was nothing to watch. The auditorium was usually overcrowded, but now even the people from their own class did not come, and they all surrounded the third class.

Xiong Cong estimated the time.Although the score between Class [-] and Class [-] was tight, the progress of offense and defense was fast. If there was a result at this time, the loser would probably directly let Class [-] play the next match.

If the third class loses, anyone can see that their condition is comparable to that of the tenth class, and they will definitely lose.

In other words, if the liberal arts wanted to enter the finals, Class Three had to win this round.

Right now, every time a team scores, Xie Chuhong sits on the bench and wriggles restlessly.

He was short-sighted, and he could see that Zhou Shiyi was drenched in sweat, with a thin chest showing slightly on his tall and straight back, and his broken hair was twisted into locks on his forehead, outlined brightly by the setting sun.

Yi Ming and Xia Wanli's calves had obviously started to slow down, and even Chi Che, who always had a perfect appearance, was out of shape. The posture of raising the back of his hand to wipe the sweat attracted many girls on the sidelines.

In the past, everyone knew that they could not win the ranking, and if they lost, they would lose, but now there is hope suddenly, and it is indeed the first time that everyone takes it so seriously.

When Xie Chuhong saw that the score was catching up to thirteen draws on the field, he finally couldn't sit still anymore. He took out the toilet paper and went to the trash can to get rid of his stuffed nose. Then he came back and patted Bai Siming on the shoulder: "Talk to the referee. Shout to stop and change."

Bai Siming's words of refusal came to his lips, and when he met Xie Chuhong, he blocked his throat.

The boy in front of him had a sick face, a red nose, and a pair of slightly raised eyes, urging him: "Let me go up and make a quick decision, or the snot will come down again."

"I dare you to know that your nose is running."

Bai Siming said so, but actually raised his hand and called for a stop.

All eyes were focused on Xie Chuhong at this moment.

Zhou Shiyi was so tired that he couldn't take care of it, and was the first to go up to him: "What are you doing up here when you have a cold?"

"I can't just watch you lose."

Xie Chuhong's voice was quite nasal, and he was about to say "hard work" to the Disciplinary Committee next to him who was replaced by him, when he felt his nose start to lose control again.

He raised his hand to signal the referee, and a group of fanboys and girls were wondering what Xie Chuhong wanted to do, when they saw their male gods running back to the trash can, took out toilet paper from his pocket and covered his nose.

The members of the third class who were already a little desperate were amused.

After Xie Chuhong dealt with his endless snot, he returned to the field in a hurry, and signaled to the referee again: "Hurry up, my snot will come down again in a while."

The audience roared with laughter, and the atmosphere on the court instantly eased.

It seemed that only Xie Chuhong, who was not joking, was a little anxious, urging him in a loud voice.

Later, those who were present described the last few balls to those who were not present. I don’t know whether Xie Chuhong was really in a hurry to solve the snot, or was provoked by everyone’s laughter. Mo Kai, Zhou Shiyi had no chance behind him, so he really blocked him.

As long as the ball reaches the height that Xie Chuhong can reach in front of the net, he jumps up and dunks, and the sound of hitting the ball with his palm echoes throughout the volleyball court.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other side was not paying attention, a few people worked hard and took the last few points in the blink of an eye.

The referee blew the whistle, and Class Ten still hadn't realized what had happened, just seeing Xie Chuhong on the opposite side rushing out of the court to fix his nose again.

Just bewildered.

How did you lose?

After winning the ball, all the way Xie Chuhong slowly came back from the trash can, restraining the tears he was about to shed because of the cold, and declined the "congratulations" from all the juniors around him until Chi Che grabbed him into his arms.

Xie Chuhong was a little disgusted at first: "You are covered in sweat."

All the three classes finally woke up from the scene, and the scene was very out of control for a time.

Xie Chuhong's nose, which had already lost its sense of smell, was even more uncomfortable being surrounded by everyone so tightly, so he could only forcefully push Chi Che out: "Don't hit me!"

Chi Che pretended to be stupid: "You stuffed your nose, and I couldn't hear what you were muttering!"

Speaking of which, Chi Che was about to rub his sweat all over Xie Chuhong's body, and Xia Wanli and the others followed.

Fortunately, a second before Xie Chuhong's psychological defense collapsed, a pair of big hands rescued him in time.

Zhou Shiyi hid the person behind his back tightly, and said, "Stop making trouble, he has a cold, and caught a cold after getting wet and blowing the wind."

In fact, it was Xie Chuhong, who simply disliked sweat and ugliness, and quickly grabbed his brother's clothes to help.

As for the cub guards, Chi Che took the lead and said "Hey" to them, and Zhou Shiyi smiled and fooled the trouble despite the teasing "shh" from the students around him.

After driving everyone away, Zhou Shiyi touched Xie Chuhong's hand that was still on his clothes with his backhand, and whispered, "It's all wet."

It means that he better not touch himself.

As a result, Xie Chuhong clung to him sideways, and changed his face quickly: "It's wet when it's wet, and it's handsome when it's wet."

Hearing this, Chi Che had already come to the front, so he couldn't help turning his head back: "Zhou Shi is handsome when he's wet, but we despise him when he's wet. It's true, double-standard No.1."

After the words fell, the crowd once again aroused a "huh" sound, and Zhou Shiyi kept pretending to be stupid.

Among those present, it seemed that only Yi Ming was deserting, secretly sending messages to Xu Heshen with his mobile phone.

- "Everyone sees them kissing me. I'm used to it. It's strange that someday they don't stick together."

- "I'll find a chance to take a look when I go out to practice around the lake tomorrow"

Just like the annual volleyball game, No. [-] Middle School organizes walking training one week before the midterm exam in the first half of the semester.

Climbing mountains, surrounding lakes, and wild parks come in three years, and this year happens to be around lakes.

Bai Siming stood on the podium and announced: "The day after tomorrow, the six-ring lake, 25 kilometers."

Hearing the number 25, the class wailed everywhere.

In the past two years, 25 kilometers of training was enough to grind their skin, so why did they go straight to [-] this year.

"Go to the infirmary to get a certificate on sick leave, and there is no option to stay in the classroom to do homework." Bai Siming knew what everyone was thinking, and blocked all the roads at the beginning, "Even if you don't go around the lake, you have to go to class on Saturday." , I plan to ask my parents to ask me for personal leave, so I can stop directly."

Hearing the wailing in his ears, Zhou Shiyi immediately turned to look at his deskmate.

Xie Chuhong shook his head: "If I don't go, it will be too miserable for you alone."

Zhou Shiyi: "It's not when I just transferred here."

He gets along very well with everyone now.

Xie Chuhong braced his head and thought about it, and found that he really couldn't think of any rebuttal, and was actually a little depressed.

When Qiuyun came home at night and heard about it, she felt strange: "It's not that No. [-] Middle School is very tight in studies, why are you playing volleyball games and training around the lake?"

The net is something that has never been done in No. [-] Middle School before.

Zhou Shiyi scratched his head: "No, I only play volleyball for one or two days a week, and Huanhu only has the first semester every year, before the midterm exam."

With the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, Qiuyun has no objection: "But 25 kilometers, can Chu Hong bear it?"

Xie Chuhong was the first to complain: "Brother won't let me go."

Zhou Shiyi was helpless: "I think they all want to run away, why do you want to suffer?"

"Because you went."

Xie Chuhong didn't think much when he said it, and Zhou Shiyi didn't think too much when he heard it. He didn't notice the change in Qiu Yun's face, and continued to argue with each other sentence by sentence.

"Then what can you do if you have a cold, your nose is stuffed."

"It's not stuffed anymore! I felt much better after playing a little bit today. Isn't there one more day? Maybe I'll be fine tomorrow."

Zhou Shiyi still didn't think so.

The two looked at each other, and Xie Chuhong had no choice but to give in: "Then we will go to the infirmary to prescribe medicine tomorrow morning, and I will be fine in the evening."

Zhou Shiyi and Qiuyun: "?"

Qiu Yun: "Have you bought the medicine yet?"

Zhou Shiyi: "You refused to go to the infirmary for a week, and now you want to train with me?"

Qiu Yun looked at the two children and stopped talking.

When the time was a little later, Qiuyun went back to the bedroom and asked her husband: "How close were you to the boys you used to get along with?"

Zhou Changde leaned on the bed, attracted by this strange question: "The one who has the best relationship with me is Crane City, why do you suddenly want to ask this?"

At that time, he had just entered university, and he fell in love with Qiu Yun, before he knew Xie Hecheng. Qiu Yun could see how good the relationship between the two of them was.

With the accumulation of time, Qiuyun finally couldn't hold back the little secret in her heart, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you think Shiyi and Chuhong are too close?"

Zhou Changde was stunned for a second, then quickly laughed out loud: "I thought what's wrong with you recently, is that all?"

Qiu Yun was a little angry, and gave him a hammer on his chest: "What do you mean by this! This question is very serious, okay?"

Zhou Changde didn't continue, but went over and asked very seriously: "Is it because the work pressure is too great recently? Before Shiyi, I didn't have any friends of the same age. It's normal for you to not adapt. It's my problem, and I didn't think about it in advance."

Qiuyun originally wanted to say a lot, but Zhou Changde's earnest and guilty gesture blocked her.

The couple's nagging failed to disarm the alarm in Qiuyun's heart, but instead made her hold her breath.

Determined to catch a cross-border present and show it to Zhou Changde, to prove that a woman's intuition can't be wrong.

The next day, Qiuyun got up early on purpose, and sneakily opened the door of her son's room.

She reasonably suspected that these two people didn't share rooms at all at night, and they always slept in the same bed!