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Get well soon, these words sounded especially pleasant to my ears. I watched Jiuli walk out the door, stumbled up, closed the door, climbed upstairs, covered myself with the quilt, and went to sleep.

"Qiao Ran has a severe cold?" Chen Xun glanced at Jiuli who came in and raised his eyebrows. Aren't these two usually inseparable? He asked as he walked beside them.

"I'm confused because of the fever. I should be more careful about the weather changes recently." Jiuli put down her schoolbag, sat on the stool and leaned back.

"Let's go and see after school. After all, we are good friends." Zhao Hua came in with a basketball and heard this and suggested.

"Okay." Chen Xun agreed readily. If Qiao Ran didn't come, all these things would fall on his shoulders and he would be overwhelmed!

I haven't even touched the ground for a whole day, and I never thought that Qiao Ran would have to do so much work every day.

Jiuli was the first to leave the classroom after class. Chen Xun quickly pulled Zhao Hua to follow. As for the bicycle? Hey, wouldn't it be nice to come with Qiao Ran tomorrow? We can even get a ride.

He sat in the car and touched things left and right, and only withdrew his hands when he stopped downstairs. Qiao Ran’s family seems to be nice.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Ran opened the door with a smile on his face, but when he saw his two friends standing at the door, his smile disappeared. He thought it was Shen Jiuli who came to see him?

In the end, there were only these two? It was a complete waste of his feelings.

"Why can't we come? Tell me, is your physical condition a little bad? You haven't done anything to treat this illness?" Chen Xun stepped forward and patted Qiao Ran on the shoulder, speaking bluntly.

"I see you're much better after a day's rest, but I don't know," Zhao Hua suddenly reached out and touched Qiao Ran's forehead.

It's a little bit hot, but it should be better.

"You're almost well after taking the medicine. You can go tomorrow." Qiao Ran opened the door and invited the two in.

But he looked outside and suddenly remembered that these two people came today. How could Jiuli come?

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Chen Xun glanced behind him and saw no one there. He inexplicably wondered if the man was sick.

"Nothing, come in and sit down." He poured two glasses of water.

"This is today's homework. Shen Jiuli asked me to bring it to you," Chen Xun took it out of his schoolbag and put it away after sitting down.

"These are the apples I bought when I came here," Zhao Hua took out the apples and put them away. "You have to get better soon. We are all waiting to play ball with you."

Three heads gathered together and muttered something.

Jiuli, who lived on the other side, lowered her eyes and was looking at the blueprint in her hand. It was not the figure drawing in school at all, but a blueprint powered by solar energy.

The technology here is very similar to the first world she visited. Suppression from all sides has allowed this ancient creature to slowly awaken, and it is striding forward with its head held high.

"Master? What do you want?" Ling Ling, who was lying there chatting with his friends, looked at the drawing that Jiuli was working on.

"Yeah," Jiuli nodded. She needed a foolproof plan.

After all, Jiuli knew clearly how fast the country wanted to know something and protect a person. She also wanted to enjoy her high school life. If she was surrounded by people, wouldn't it be like being in jail?

"Wouldn't it be better if we didn't let anyone know?" Why would the owner have to think so much about it? Isn't it just as simple as doing it quietly? ?

"Got it," Jiuli poked Lingling's furry head and waved his sleeves to collect the drawings on the table.

Lying on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

Passing by the bulletin board, the bulletin board of Class 1, Grade 1 won first place as everyone had hoped. The smiles on the faces of the teachers of various subjects became more sincere. After the results were announced, Fang Hui received a lot of attention and smiles, which made Fang Hui a little overwhelmed.

"Good morning, Fang Hui. From now on, all the blackboard newspapers will be handed over to you," the students passing by greeted Fang Hui one by one.

Fang Hui was extremely fearful for several days before she gradually calmed down and adapted to everyone's smiles and kindness. She no longer lowered her head and avoided them, but greeted them with a gentle smile.

As one of her classmates and the initiator who helped Fang Hui integrate into the group, Chen Xun, Fang Hui naturally faced him with a smile.

In September of this year, F Middle School officially reformed its teaching staff and introduced a number of highly educated talents with graduate degrees and above from well-known and prestigious universities across the country as new teachers.

At the teacher-student meeting, the principal spoke passionately. At this time, F Middle School gathered elite forces from all over the world, and dialects from all over the country competed to bloom on the podium.

The area below the podium became a sea of ​​laughter. At that time, Mandarin was not used much and the test was just passed with a casual slap. Whenever there was a class, the dialects could be heard one after another.

"Well, kids, put the question first and then the second, fourth, and seventh questions, the greening one."

"Everyone, turn to page 27 of the chemistry test paper. Page 27, question 2, is about sodium chloride."

The teacher who was teaching seriously at the podium was the new chemistry teacher of Class 1, Grade 1. His surname was Liu and he had a slightly heavy accent.

During class, many students tried hard to hold back their laughter and listened by guessing. Some also lowered their heads and laughed quietly. The most representative among them was Zhao Hua who was sitting in the back.

Jiuli turned the pen, subconsciously ignoring the "meh" sound beside her ears, and lowered her head to look at the book.

I could clearly hear Zhao Hua's laughter. I knew without even looking that he must be holding his stomach and bending over at this moment.

"You should remember it. How many times has this happened?" As expected, Zhao Hua covered his stomach and asked Chen Xun with a smile.

Chen Xun raised his hand and drew a few more strokes on the paper next to him with a pencil, and roughly counted the correct characters drawn on the paper.

"Twenty-eight times." Chen Xun tried hard to remain serious.

I warned myself in my heart that he was the class monitor and I couldn't laugh. It would be too rude to laugh.

"Pfft, a new record, twenty-eight times in six minutes during class?" Zhao Hua looked at his watch and laughed again.

"Stop laughing, Teacher Liu is looking here." Qiao Ran, who was sitting next to him, kicked Zhao Hua seriously.

At this time, Teacher Liu's voice with an accent sounded, "Which kid is this? Is he so funny? Please record the sugar-eating of this master one by one," Teacher Liu frowned and knocked on the blackboard.

"Students over there, are my lectures so funny? Pay attention to classroom discipline."

Zhao Hua quickly lowered his head and pretended to be reading seriously. Only his shaking shoulders showed that he was laughing happily.

Teacher Liu looked away with satisfaction and continued teaching, but Zhao Hua responded by laughing even louder.

Jiuli supported her forehead and lowered her head to eat the crispy candy.

"What's so annoying about this? Stand up, don't you? Do you know how to do it? Come on, tell me." Teacher Liu ran down angrily, threw the exercise book on the table, and looked at it angrily.

The students sitting in the front turned their heads and just looked at Zhao Hua. Zhao Hua stood up and looked up for a long time. His face was red and full of confusion and innocence, like a student who couldn't solve a problem.

"Well, I don't know how to do that," and then he added fuel to the fire, and the whole class burst into even louder laughter.