God, please be gentle with me

There was no one in the laboratory, but there was open wifi. Han Jialin was eating bread while looking at the analysis of the college entrance examination question bank on his mobile phone. He didn't know if it was because he kept looking down at his mobile phone. He felt a little dizzy.

After the lunch break, Han Jialin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk out of the chemistry laboratory when a few high school students came. As soon as they saw Han Jialin

Jia Lin said: "Senior Han, you are here."

"Huh?" Han Jialin didn't know them. .

"Student Council President Fang Shuyao is looking for you."

"Ah?!" Han Jialin was extremely surprised, "How do you know?"

"Because the president has a radio, didn't you hear it?" A girl said, "By the way, the radio in the laboratory is not on."

"What was said on the radio?" Han Jialin asked in disbelief.

"The president said, I need to find Han Jialin from class [-] ([-]) of high school. If anyone sees him, please bring him to the student union." Another girl repeated the content of the broadcast.

"This, this guy..." He actually used public weapons for private use!

"Okay, Senior Han, let's go there." A girl said with a smile.

"what?"

"Didn't the president say that he will take you there when he sees you?"

"Why do you listen to him?"

"Because he is the president of the student council...and the president seems very anxious." The girl was very enthusiastic.

"I, I'll go by myself. You are here for the experimental class." Han Jialin said, packed the bread and milk boxes, and ran away.

When he came to the teaching building, he just entered, when he saw a boy from another class pointing at him and saying, "Han Jialin, Fang Shuyao is looking for you."

"I know!" Han Jialin was so angry that he ran upstairs and returned to his classroom.

As soon as Lu Qi saw Han Jialin, she said, "Han Jialin..."

"I know, Fang Shuyao is looking for me."

"No, I mean, the president is here." Lu Qi pointed to the back, where Fang Shuyao was sitting in Han Jialin's seat, waiting for him.

"Fang Shuyao, aren't you in the student union?" That's what the girl said just now, so Han Jialin dared to go back to the classroom.

"Where I am, the student union is there." Fang Shuyao spread his hands and said.

"The president is so domineering!" Lu Qi applauded.

Han Jialin realized that he had been tricked, and Fang Shuyao deliberately mentioned the student union so that he could come back to the classroom unprepared!

This guy is so cunning, why didn't he find out before?No, it's because everyone didn't realize that this amiable and respectable chairman has such a dark side.

Han Jialin regretted that he had been duped, and at the same time moved one leg back without any trace, preparing to run away again.

"Han Jialin, class is about to start, so I'll make a long story short." Fang Shuyao folded his hands and said solemnly, "From now on, you are mine."

"What?" Han Jialin thought he was hallucinating.

Fang Shuyao glanced at Han Jialin's whole body, and said, "It's mine from head to toe."

"What are you talking about?" Han Jialin shocked Shihua, he thought he was dreaming, because this is a classroom, Lu Qi is watching, Zhao Bin is also watching, no, the whole class is watching him and Fang Shuyao , and... what did Fang Shuyao just say?

"Hey! Han Jialin, you can do it! You can actually take down the student council president." Yan Tao was the first to boo and whistle.

"Jia Lin, I thought you had no interest in taking college entrance exams, you just wanted to get a high school diploma." Su Zhijun patted the desk and said.

"What high school diploma?" Han Jialin blinked, and he came back to his senses, and he didn't mess around like this, at least he can still get it in ordinary universities.

"Why don't you know?" It was Zhao Bin who spoke, and he looked at his old friend in confusion and said, "Fang Shuyao is now your make-up teacher."

"Ah?" Han Jialin was still a little confused, he knew about making up lessons, but how did Zhao Bin know?

Fang Shuyao got up from the desk and came to Han Jialin: "I put the specific make-up time on your desk, please take a good look."

Then, he patted Han Jialin on the shoulder before going out.

Han Jialin almost jumped back to his seat in three steps at a time.

There is a timetable on his desk, morning self-study, lunch break, and evening self-study after school are all make-up lessons, and then the address is written as Student Union, and Fang Shuyao is written in the teacher column.

"Why do you look shocked?" Zhao Bin said to Han Jialin, "No wonder you were not nervous at all when I asked you about your review in the morning. So you asked Fang Shuyao for help."

"Ah?" Han Jialin asked back, "Fang Shuyao said this?"

"Yes," Zhao Bin nodded and said, "Fang Shuyao said that your mother agreed. By the way, your mother even called Teacher Li. Teacher Li came forward to issue a certificate. From today until the college entrance examination, you You can do tutoring like this, you know? Lu Qi is very envious, to be tutored by the president herself... Jia Lin? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Bin was very surprised to see Han Jialin lying on the desk like a deflated doll.

"I didn't expect... I just hid for a long time, and he did so many things behind his back, even my mother was settled."

"What's going on? You don't know about making up lessons?"

"No, I know, but... well, it's very complicated." Han Jialin sighed, "And what he said just now almost scared me to death."

It's all because of Fang Shuyao's ambiguous words, it really scared Han Jialin out of his body.

"Isn't it just making up lessons, don't think too much." Zhao Bin reached out and touched his old friend's head, because he looked really miserable.

"I have a headache." Han Jialin grabbed Zhao Bin's hand and said, "Rub my head more."

"You..." Zhao Bin suddenly touched Han Jialin's forehead, "Why are you feeling warm?"

"I'm a big living person, of course it's hot."

"No, Han Jialin, you seem to have a fever." Zhao Bin finally realized something was wrong.

"What?" Han Jialin looked blank, "I have a fever?"

"Yes, get up quickly! I'll take you to the infirmary." Zhao Bin stood up and said nervously.

"I don't want to go, I'll lie down for a while." After Zhao Bin said this, he felt that he was not strong.

"No, the more it drags on, the worse it gets." Zhao Bin forcefully pulled Han Jialin up from his seat.

"Go to the infirmary, the teacher is here, I will tell you." Chen Ming said when he saw this.

"Okay." Zhao Bin dragged the reluctant Han Jialin to the infirmary.

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The female school doctor, surnamed Huang, was in her forties. She wore a pair of glasses and looked very capable. She took Han Jialin's temperature with an ear thermometer.

There is a beep, but within a second, the index will come out.

"38 degrees." Doctor Huang said. .

"Look, you have a fever." Zhao Bin said to Han Jialin.

"It turns out that having a fever means that you are weak all over." Han Jialin muttered in a low voice.

"Do you have a stuffy nose, cough, or body pain?" Doctor Huang checked Han Jialin's throat again, "It's a little red and swollen, I hope it's not the flu."

"What about the flu?" Zhao Bin asked nervously.

"If you have the flu, you have to go to the hospital, and you will have a high fever. He has a low-grade fever now." Doctor Huang said, "Staying in school will also infect other students, so he has to be isolated."

"I don't have a cough, but I don't know if it's not the flu." Han Jialin remembered that he had been to the hospital.

"Take a cold medicine first, and then sleep on the bed for a while." Doctor Huang wrote something in his notebook, "I'm going to the city to hold a health and epidemic prevention meeting in a while, and I'll check the situation when I come back. If it gets better, then Should be fine."

Zhao Bin looked back and saw that there were four beds in the school infirmary, and each bed was hung with blue curtains, which was very similar to a hospital ward.

"Then he will stay alone?" Zhao Bin felt uneasy.

"I'm fine." Han Jialin said, "Go back to the classroom."

"I'll wait until you finish taking the medicine." Zhao Bin said, watching Doctor Huang take the medicine bottle out of the glass cabinet.

"One tablet at a time, three times a day." Dr. Huang took a paper bag, wrote down the times of taking the medicine, and gave it to Han Jialin.

"Water over there." There is a drinking fountain on the left side of the infirmary.

"Okay, thank you doctor." Zhao Bin and Han Jialin thanked together.

Han Jialin took cold medicine, and Zhao Bin let him sleep on the hospital bed on the inner side.

"Stop playing with your phone and get a good night's sleep." Zhao Bin took Han Jialin's school uniform jacket and put it on the back of the chair. "I'm going back to the classroom first, and I'll come to see you after class."

"Hmm." Although the hospital bed was a single bed, it was neither soft nor hard, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant on the pillow. It was the first time lying in the school infirmary, and Han Jialin felt fresh.

"I've closed the door." Doctor Huang said, and she and Zhao Bin left the infirmary together.

I didn't think it before, but once the door is closed, it becomes very quiet, and even the sound of the central air conditioner sending air becomes clear.

Han Jialin didn't feel anything was wrong except that he felt a little headache and lack of energy. He took out his mobile phone and tried to connect to the wifi in the infirmary.

"What, do you still need a password?" Han Jialin pinched the center of his brows, but failed after several attempts, so he could only put down his phone and stare at the ceiling in a daze. Turn over and sleep with your back to the door.

I don't know how long it took, Han Jialin felt that his head didn't hurt so much, but his body was still soft. He reached out to touch the phone, and suddenly heard a voice saying: "Lie down well, don't play with the phone."

The voice was very gentle, but Han Jialin was so frightened that he jumped up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Fang Shuyao frowned, "I'm not a ghost."