What if my brother is sick

After class the next day, Wen Bei walked up to Song He while Jiang Yan was not in the classroom.

Song He held a thermos cup and looked up at him: "Brother Wen, what's the matter with you?"

Wen Bei sat down in Jiang Yan's place, and just about to ask him something, Song He raised his head and took a sip from the thermos cup.

Wen Bei: "What are you drinking?"

Jiang Yan's seat was behind Song He. Song He turned to look at Wen Bei, pointed to his thermos, and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Wen Bei nodded.

Song He squinted his eyes, and said slowly: "This is wolfberry tea, for health preservation."

Wen Bei: "..."

Wen Bei looked like hell: "Why are you drinking this?"

Song He said in surprise: "Health preservation!" He put down the thermos cup and approached Wen Bei and Wen Bei as if offering a treasure: "Health preservation should be done as early as possible. Uncomfortable..." As he spoke, he suddenly patted the table forcefully, which startled Wen Bei.

"More importantly, I've lost a lot of hair recently!" Song He touched his head worriedly: "So now I have to pay close attention to health care and stay away from the Mediterranean Sea!"

Wen Bei looked at the tea in Song He's cup suspiciously, and said, "Is it useful to drink this thing?"

Song Heshen muttered: "This is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. The most important thing is to pay attention to diet and rest. This is the most important thing in health preservation!"

"how do you know?"

"The squad leader told me!" Song He patted Shen Yi's shoulder in front, and said with a smile, "Is that right?"

Shen Yi turned to look at Wen Bei and Song He, and nodded very seriously: "Yes."

Song He turned to look at Wen Bei again: "Look, what the class monitor said is definitely right! As long as I pay attention to keeping healthy, my hair will not fall out.

Wen Bei lowered his eyes, as if... There is some truth.

His work schedule is also very unstable recently, he often stays up late, and he also feels that his hair is getting less and less...

no!People who are 17 years old have started to maintain their health, and he, a 27-year-old man, should pay close attention!

Wait for Xiao Yan to come back and use his mobile phone to buy tea!

That's right, you have to hurry up.

No, I didn't seem to find Song He for health preservation...

Almost forgot business!

Wen Bei patted Song He and asked him to put down the thermos first. Song He was blowing the hot tea in the cup, and was jolted by Wen Bei's pat.

"Oh my god, I'm scalding to death!" Song He put down his cup and slapped him fiercely with his tongue.

Wen Bei glanced at him with disgust: "You can still drink it when it's so hot?"

Wen Bei didn't want to talk too much to Song He, so he moved Song He's thermos aside, and asked Song He directly, "Is your sister's name Song Li?"

Song He stuck out his tongue, and replied vaguely: "Four." Then he asked: "Brother Wen, are you stealing juice? (Brother Wen, how do you know)"

Wen Bei couldn't hear him clearly, so he ignored him and asked.

"The parent meeting on Friday, will she come?"

Every semester the school organizes a parent meeting.

Song He nodded: "Come on, my sister usually holds parent-teacher meetings for me, and my parents are not free."

The main reason is that Song He didn't dare to let his parents come over. If he let them hear something about his actions from the teacher, he would have to beat himself to death when he got home.

Wen Bei nodded: "That's fine."

Song He was puzzled: "Brother Wen, why are you asking this?" Then he thought of something and looked at him defensively, and said in horror, "Do you want to speak ill of me to my sister on the day of the parent meeting?!"

Wen Bei stood up and looked at him intently.

Song He yelled, "Brother don't! Let me go!" Although Song Li would not beat herself to death like her parents did, once she wanted to clean herself up, it would be impossible for a human being to do it!

Song He hugged Wen Bei violently, crying, "Let me go!"

Wen Bei pushed him away with a look of disgust, and said: "Tomorrow's Chinese quiz, you can figure it out yourself."

Song He nodded quickly: "Guaranteed to pass! Don't embarrass Brother Wen!"

Wen Bei frowned: "Just pass?" Pass is the standard, okay?

Song He was stunned, and then heard the whisper of the devil in Wen Bei's mouth.

"At least 120 or more?"

Song He trembled and said, "Over 120?!"

Wen Beidao: "Otherwise?"

Song He wants to kneel down to Wen Bei, you want me to get 130 with a perfect score of 120? !

Are you serious?How could he do it!

Please don't use the request given to Jiang Yan on others!

Song He looked desperate, forget it, he should think about how to deal with Song Li's torture at that time...

Jiang Yan came back at this time, and was slightly surprised to see Wen Bei still in the classroom when she arrived at the door of the class.

The next class is not Wen Bei's class, why is Wen Bei still in class?

Wen Bei turned his back to the door and didn't see Jiang Yan who came back.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Song He with a kind smile on his face: "In short, I am satisfied with your exam, and you can talk about everything on the day of the parent meeting."

Song Li wanted to discuss with Wen Bei, but just as he was about to speak, someone bumped him from behind. He staggered, and his whole body bumped forward. He saw him put the hot pot on Jiang Yan's table with the lid open. The thermos cup of wolfberry tea is not good.

Sure enough, when he was hit like this, the thermos cup was impacted and fell to the ground with a bang, and all the hot tea in the cup was spilled on the hand of Wen Bei who was standing beside him.

There was an exclamation and Wen Bei's gasp all around instantly.

When Jiang Yan saw this scene, she panicked all of a sudden, ran to Wen Bei's side and picked up Wen Bei's arm to watch.

The tea was brewed with freshly boiled hot water, and kept at the original temperature in the thermos. Just now Song He blew on it for a long time, and his tongue was scalded, not to mention the skin on his hands.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan held Wen Bei's arm, rolled up the sleeves gently, and saw that the arm was already red.

The boy who bumped into Song He just now had been bending over to apologize, Jiang Yan couldn't hear anything, he could only see Wen Bei's pained expression and a slight gasp.

He pulled Wen Bei with red eyes: "Go to the infirmary."

Wen Bei wanted to comfort Jiang Yan and tell him not to panic, but he was too painful to speak, and could still nod his head.

Let Jiang Yan walk towards the infirmary holding her arm.

Seeing Jiang Yanhong rushing into the infirmary, the teacher in the infirmary was startled, and quickly asked, "What's wrong."

Wen Bei walked in from behind Jiang Yan, smiled bitterly and said, "I accidentally got burned."

The teacher in the infirmary also knew Wen Bei. Seeing that his arm was red all over, he knew that it was quite hot, so he quickly asked Wen Bei to sit down and went to get the medicine by himself.

"Mr. Wen, there is no scald medicine here. I have to get it. You should flush it with tap water for a while to relieve the pain." The teacher in the infirmary hurried out after speaking.

Wen Bei was taken to the sink by Jiang Yan, and put his arm to the faucet.

A rush did relieve a lot, Wen Bei raised his head, only to find that Jiang Yan's eyes were red and his face was uncomfortable.

He softly comforted: "Xiao Yan, don't worry, I'm fine, it's not very painful."

Jiang Yan didn't speak, how could he believe it, the water was so hot that Jiang Yan could feel the heat when it was sprinkled on the ground, how could it not hurt when it was sprinkled on the arm?