I suspect you are not a good student

Bai Siming stepped into the classroom, Xia Wanli didn't shed any tears, but her eyes were red like rabbits, and she knew she was crying at a glance, and she was crying a little bit miserable.

"Chi Che packed up his things and left?"

Xia Wanli nodded pitifully.

He said he was not going to lie, and he didn't hide his emotions at all.

Chi Che only showed up briefly for the morning self-study, and the driver was still waiting at the gate of the school. He was able to make a trip in person to bring home a few Wenzong books, all because of Bai Siming's home visit last night.

"During the time of his exam, he just missed all the important exams in the third year of senior high school, and only the last mock exam in April is left." Bai Siming looked at people and teased, "If you still fail him by then, it will be a bit of a problem." I can't say it."

Xia Wanli pursed her mouth: "Impossible!"

Likes are likes, rankings are rankings, they just agreed, one size is equal to one size.

Bai Siming looked around the classroom, and everyone was present, except for the pair of seats in front of him, only schoolbags were seen, but no one was there.

He was about to ask, when two people appeared behind him.

An exaggerated towel was tied around Xie Chuhong's wrist.

Bai Siming frowned: "What happened?"

Xia Wanli, who came back to life, started to answer again: "I sprained it! I couldn't write until now!"

Bai Siming was taken aback, and stared at Xie Chuhong with a solemn expression: "Open it for me to see."

Not being able to write is no small matter.

"It may be a little dangerous to adjust the exam in November."

Xie Chuhong lowered his eyes when he answered, as if he was talking about something unimportant, his voice was calm and no emotion could be heard.

Zhou Shiyi helped take off the towel wrapped in the ice pack, and the class quickly fell silent.

Today, the squad leader wrapped it around his hand as soon as he entered the classroom, but only now did he open it to realize that it was so swollen, and the fair skin on his wrist was already red.

Yi Ming was sitting on the other side of the classroom, and he could see the high swelling from far away: "What happened on Zhou Shiyi? It's even more swollen than the last time I played basketball."

The sports committee was a little puzzled: "Chu Hong is injured, why are you asking what happened to Tithe?"

"You...forget it, it's hopeless."

Yi Ming looked so disgusted that he didn't even bother to look at his deskmate. It's been a long time, and the pig's brain should turn around.

"True."

These were the only two words that Bai Siming could think of when he saw Xie Chuhong's wrist.

First came out, then Chi Che, and now he injured his right hand, afraid that he would have nothing to do after finishing the matter at hand?

Xie Chuhong: "It wasn't that serious at first. I forgot to sleep yesterday, so I accidentally touched it a few times."

It means that I have not seen a doctor since it became serious.

Bai Siming understood, and he tried hard to make his speechlessness not so obvious: "Tell me what your plan is now."

Xie Chuhong watched casually as Zhou Shi helped him tie the towel back: "You can't answer big questions, you can only do simple multiple-choice questions."

Most of this multiple-choice questions can't include the last few drafts of mathematics, which require a lot of calculation.

"So the recent homework is difficult to hand in, and the weekly exam should not work."

Bai Siming was going to die of anger every day: "...it's really good."

Many people in the classroom were so envious that they almost cried out loud, and they rushed over to congratulate Xie Chuhong immediately after morning self-study.

"It's so cool that I can't write..."

"Then coming to school every day is to provide for the elderly. You don't have to do your homework and you don't have to take exams."

"Fairy lives!"

"Let's rest, the squad leader only dares to be disabled if his grades are good."

"That's right, if my hand is disabled, first of all I won't be able to sleep at night hahaha."

Among the group of people, only Yi Ming said something seriously: "My wrist was swollen to death when I played basketball last time, but I ate and drank well, and it will be healed in a week, very quickly."

Surrounded by everyone in the center, Xie Chuhong did not say that he had been scratched for half a month, and smiled: "It's not a big problem, just take a break and focus on practicing multiple-choice questions."

During a class break, the news that Xie Chuhong was injured and unable to write once again spread throughout the city.

It was only a lot more sensational than when he fell out of the top three in the last monthly exam.

When any teacher came to class three of them, the first thing he did when he entered the door was to look at Xie Chuhong's wrist, even the opening remarks were similar, nothing more than words of regret, let him recuperate and get better as soon as possible.

"You also have some skills. Every time you get sick, you can make the whole school know about it. I heard that your grade teacher also went to see you in class?"

The school doctor looked at the person who was sitting on pins and needles opposite him and laughed.

Xie Chuhong was embarrassed: "How do you know..."

Today, the number of people who came to visit after hearing the news was as high as the number of visits, which is no different from that of a zoo tour.

Even Luo Tian and Luo Yaoyao found them across grades.

"Everyone who comes to the doctor is talking, I don't think it's difficult." The school doctor is also wearing bright red today, "Someone specifically asked me how long it will take for you to recover from this situation."

Xie Chuhong: "How long?"

The school doctor was incredible: "How do I know, you can repeat a scratch."

Xie Chuhong: "..."

"But you guys are good at making ice packs, and you're pretty smart, knowing how to find a towel."

If the temperature of the ice pack is too low, direct contact with the skin for a long time may cause frostbite.

After the school doctor finished speaking, he removed the towel with his hands, Xie Chuhong's eyebrows jumped.I'm used to seeing Zhou Shiyi's gentleness, and seeing the school doctor's mess, my heart can't stand it.

Calculated, this seems to be Xie Chuhong's first visit to the infirmary after reading the book for so long.The environment was better than he thought. The medicines were stored in a large iron cabinet against the wall, there was a water dispenser, a refrigerator, and even a sterilizer and an air purifier.

The huge desk is equipped with a desktop and a tablet, and one person sits on a site comparable to the size of the grade director's office. It is easy to think about it.

Zhou Shiyi looked at the redness and swelling exposed in Xie Chuhong's towel, with a focused expression: "He has been applying ice, why hasn't his condition improved?"

He has talked less since yesterday, and there is almost no small talk.

The school doctor stared at Xie Chuhong's wrist for a while, and quickly caught the flash of guilt in the child's eyes, but only said: "It's okay, just keep applying ice. With the current weather, an ice pack can only be used for one class at most. But the infirmary has to close when I get off work at six o’clock.”

Zhou Shi thought about this early in the morning: "Director Tang's office has a refrigerator, just take enough at once."

The school doctor was satisfied: "Okay, I think your brain is better than his, and your grades are not bad."

Xie Chuhong: "..."

Praise is to praise, what does pulling step mean?

If it hadn't been for Zhou Shiyi's insistence that the patient wouldn't come and not get an ice pack, he definitely wouldn't have come.

Later, when he heard that he could leave, Xie Chuhong jumped out of the infirmary like a rabbit.

Then the school doctor crossed his arms and told the person who took the ice pack a step behind: "It won't get better if you keep applying ice, it only means that you didn't watch him."

Zhou Shiyi was stunned for a moment, but quickly swallowed what he wanted to say, and thanked people earnestly.

He is also really stupid, seeing Xie Chuhong smiling indifferently, he really thought he didn't care.

Later, Zhou Shiyi paid special attention to observation.

Xie Chuhong didn't know if he knew it in his own mind, or what, he kept himself safe all day long.

In class, he can neither write his own test paper nor take notes, so he can only stare at the teachers with a pair of eyes.

Often after a class, the sitting posture has not changed much, just like the old man, but the teachers who have turned a blind eye to him and closed their eyes are not used to it.

In the end, I couldn't stand being stared at, so I clicked him to get up and answer questions.

Xie Chuhong did a fortune-telling question, held a pen in his left hand, stared at the blackboard, pinched his fingers, and said the answer.

After class, he would take the initiative to toss Zhou Shiyi during every break, even if the cafeteria had all the dishes he didn't like, he didn't say a word, and obediently followed his brother to the cafeteria to get "nutrition".

But the more he behaved like this, the more alarm bells rang in Zhou Shiyi's heart.

Sure enough, he found the problem when he went home that night.

Qiuyun and Zhou Changde said yesterday that they had to see Yan Ruoruo today and would come back later.

It's just the two of them at home.

Generally speaking, they take turns taking a shower, but today Xie Chuhong urged Zhou Shiyi to take a bath in another bathroom outside to save time, on the grounds that he couldn't type the draft and was slow in doing the questions.

Zhou Shiyi didn't say that he could wait for him, took his pajamas and pajamas, closed the room and went out but did not leave, but quietly leaned against the door.

3 minutes, or 5 minutes?

Zhou Shiyi made sure that he never heard the sound of going to the bathroom, so he opened the door again.

Under the desk lamp, the boy held a pen and looked towards him, his eyes were full of astonishment.

Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, he didn't even notice that Zhou Shi had lost his footsteps as soon as he went out, thinking that there was something missing and he didn't take it, and he wanted to quibble.But Zhou Shi couldn't see the expression on his face, and quickly dismissed his idea - this man deliberately killed the carbine.

Xie Chuhong looked back at his right hand, which was tied up with a towel and was struggling to hold a pen to write, the atmosphere was very awkward.

He didn't know where to start to explain, so he could only bite the bullet and force himself to speak: "I just saw that the swelling has disappeared a lot today, so I can try it casually..."

Zhou Shiyi didn't speak.

"I didn't mean to avoid you specifically..."

Hearing his cover-up getting darker and darker, Zhou Shiyi still didn't speak.

Apparently, today the school doctor kept his mouth shut, pointing out that Xie Chuhong's wrist has not recovered, which only shows that he has never given up and has been secretly "trying" behind his back.

Xie Chuhong sat in front of the desk, seeing his brother standing at the door without saying a word, he began to feel a little unspeakable.

Knowing that he should put down the pen, he held the pen tighter as if he was choking on his chest.

Until Zhou Shi put down the clothes in his hands, came from the door, stroked the back of his head, pressed him into his arms and said, "It's normal to be afraid that you can't write."

Hearing this, Xie Chuhong's nose, which had been numb all day, suddenly became sore.

"Anyway, they're not here, even if you want to cry..."

Before Zhou Shiyi could say "yes", Xie Chuhong already raised his hand to wrap around his waist, buried his face tightly, and tightened his arms silently.

Before this, he really didn't expect that the injury to his right hand could make him panic like this because he didn't pay attention to "study".

"I'll definitely be able to write in the future..."

Unlike the ease shown during the day, the boy's voice was muffled and trembling.

"It's definitely possible." Zhou Shiyi took the pen from his palm, "You have eaten a good breakfast recently, you have less picky eaters in the cafeteria, and you have less late nights. You have a healthy diet and a regular schedule. If you continue to maintain it, you will definitely get better soon."

Xie Chuhong rubbed his boyfriend's body and nodded indiscriminately. He admitted that he was so uneasy that he wanted to hear these "nonsense" for a long time, and his voice was hoarse: "... When will your parents come back?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Help me in the shower."

Zhou Shiyi hadn't figured out what it had to do with the presence or absence of his parents, until he looked up at the man on his upper body who was sticking to his waist and abdomen.

……

In the evening, Qiuyun and Zhou Changde were about to go home, and it was nearly eleven o'clock.

Yan Ruoruo guessed that they came prepared today, so she obviously followed suit. Regarding the matter of the two children, her refutation was logical and reasonable.

On the way back, Qiuyun was still laughing at Zhou Changde, as if she was a little out of her mind with worry, but she never said that Yan Ruoruo was inexplicably happy.

"What kind of parallel import lawyer are you? Even a housewife won't be able to negotiate a settlement. Should your law firm consider recruiting Ruoruo?"

At first they were afraid that Xie Chuhong would not be able to write and would be depressed, but when they got home, the two children's faces were flushed, as if they had just taken a bath.

"Why did you finish washing, have you finished your homework?"

Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi grinned, and instead of answering, asked, "What did my aunt/my mother say?"

"Visiting the sick" did not take them with them. The obvious reason was that they were too late for homework, but the real reason was well known.

Qiuyun and Zhou Changde really couldn't bear to repeat the original words of "I don't want to see each other in a short time", so they could only sigh: "Just wait a little longer."