It turns out that the boss is a bamboo horse

Chapter 87

The class bell rang, and the infirmary returned to its previous silence.

After a series of detailed examinations, the nurse began to put Fu Mo Nian on a drip.

Dong Jiancheng hung the stethoscope back around his neck with serious eyes, "Your stomach doesn't match soy milk, so don't try again! Your work and rest time must be adjusted from tonight!"

Fu Mo Nian's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were pale, and his thick eyelashes were heavy.

Turn a deaf ear and say nothing.

Dong Chengcheng signaled the nurse to go out first. He sat on the stool beside the bed and said earnestly, "The body is the capital of revolution. Is it worth it for you to do so now?"

The gentle breeze blows the curtains through the gaps in the windows, and the fresh air comes quietly.

The sweat-soaked hair on the forehead moved slowly, and the blue and white walls were reflected in the deep and dark eyes. Fu Mo Nian said hoarsely, "With more training, you will eventually become a match."

As long as he followed his heart to do something, no matter how big or small, it was worth it.

"I was so stupid just now. Even if Uncle Dong promised me not to tell them what happened today, someone would report it to them."

The corners of his lips drew a self-deprecating arc, and Fu Mo Nian closed his eyes again.

"I'll be fine with a little rest, I can hold on."

Dong Chengcheng was in a complicated mood, he got up and tucked in the quilt, "Take a good rest."

This section of the third and fifth class of senior high school is a physical education class.

The basketball drew a parabola in the air and fell down with a bang.

The basketball court was quiet.

The boy who committed the crime was suffocating, and ran forward anxiously, "Are you okay? I was not careful just now."

Zhang Lingling covered her smashed head with one hand, kicked the basketball away vigorously, and left the basketball court without saying a word.

Qiao Huaxi just came back from buying drinks from the small supermarket, "Lingling, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Zhang Lingling was upset.

Qiao Huaxi glanced at the boy with a bad face behind him, and whispered, "Did you quarrel?"

Zhang Lingling stopped and gave her a displeased look, "Why am I arguing?"

Qiao Huaxi was at a loss for words, unscrewed the drink in his hand and handed it over, "I said something wrong, calm down."

Zhang Lingling put the drink back into her hand, "I don't want to drink."

Qiao Huaxi choked on her words, "...Didn't you say you want me to teach you how to play basketball? Can you start now?"

"Suddenly I'm not interested, you can fight yourself." Zhang Lingling held her breath in her heart, brushed Qiao Huaxi's shoulder and went out with awe-inspiring momentum.

Seeing Zhang Lingling leaving the basketball court, Qiao Huaxi wisely did not catch up.

The boy who accidentally injured Zhang Lingling just now walked over with the basketball in his arms, and blamed himself, "I just accidentally hit her on the head with a basketball, but she didn't say anything, just kicked the basketball."

Lingling didn't say anything?

Qiao Huaxi was stunned, according to Lingling's temperament in the past, she would never let this boy go.

Zhang Lingling walked around the campus with her head down, kicking a small stone for a long way.

Suddenly, a large shadow appeared in front of him, which turned out to be the banyan tree outside the infirmary.

Zhang Lingling took a few steps forward, then returned to the original place, with mixed emotions in her heart.

She put her hands in her pockets, raised her once proud head, squinted slightly to look at the little sunlight among the lush branches and leaves, her eyes were scorching and her eyes were stinging.

Fu Mo Nian must really hate her now.

After stopping for a while, Zhang Lingling left.

Little did he know that Dong Chengcheng in the infirmary had been paying attention to her, he hesitated for a few minutes touching the phone in his pocket, and finally dialed the number.

(End of this chapter)