Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

After Meng Yu finished his breakfast, he took the opportunity of throwing out the garbage and slipped to the school alone. When he passed by the gate of Wei's house, Meng Yu's expression froze for a moment, and he quickly ran downstairs in a hurry.

When Wei Borong went out, the door of Meng's house was closed tightly, and there was no boy who always frowned impatiently and complained that he was procrastinating at his own door.

I don't know if the person left first or not.

Wei Borong knocked on the door of Meng's house, but there was no one.

It is estimated that he left first, and the reason is not difficult to guess.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Wei Bolong slowly clenched his fists, unspeakable pain and bitterness permeated his heart, and there was also a very faint trace of anger.

It's the first time I feel this way, it's amazing.

When Meng Yu arrived in the classroom, several classmates who had arrived early greeted him with a smile. Meng Yu responded one by one and went back, found his seat and immediately lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.

What happened last night, he didn't sleep well all night, he tossed and turned until two o'clock in the morning, finally fell asleep, the dream was full of Wei Borong sneering and pulling the corners of his mouth, his hands pinching his neck, the feeling of suffocation was surging like The tide is so real that my neck is cold when I wake up.

Turns out the air conditioner was too cold.

The first close contact with the god of death, is it strange?He was the first to strike, isn't it Wei Borong's fault?It is true that he struck too hard.

Meng Yu's complexion was not very good, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat even before the sun came out in the morning, his face was so pale that one could think he was sick.

Most of the students who came were holding their books or chatting with the front and back tables. No one noticed Meng Yu's strangeness. Even if they saw him lying on the table, they just thought he was too tired from studying and resting.

After all, Xueba is not so talented that he can get good grades in the exam without working hard in private.

And Meng Yu's personality happens to be a good student who is smart, hardworking and hardworking.

At 32:[-], Jing Zewen, Zhou Li and Li Yu arrived in the classroom.

Jing Zewen didn't eat breakfast. The breakfast was sandwiches and milk that were still warm, prepared by his grandmother.

The school expressly stipulates that you can’t bring breakfast into the school. If you take it in your hand, it will be confiscated at the school gate. The guards don’t have much time to check their schoolbags. Most students will hide their breakfast in their bags.

The egg and ham sandwich had a taste to some extent. It was not good to spread the smell and affect other people when eating it in the classroom. Jing Zewen took his breakfast and went to the corridor with self-knowledge.

Passing by Meng Yu's side, he was sleeping soundly with his face facing the glass window. He wondered if it was too hot, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Jing Zewen took breakfast in one hand instead, and touched his school uniform bag, but there was no paper.

Meng Yu's deskmate hadn't come yet, behind him was a tall and slightly fat girl with a student head.

"Chen Wan, do you have any paper?" Jing Zewen turned to Chen Wan and asked.

There is a whole bag of paper in Chen Wan's schoolbag. On hot days, she is prone to sweating, so she usually carries the whole bag.

Chen Wan, a girl who is familiar with English words, was asked about it at the first glance, raised her round face, rolled her dark and round eyes, looked around, pointed at herself belatedly and asked respectfully. Zevin: "Ask me?"

Jing Zewen looked down at Chen Wan with a black line on his face, raising his eyebrows with a funny look, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Is there anyone else named Chen Wan in our class?"

Chen Wan shrank her shoulders back from his stare, timidly took out the whole pack of toilet paper and placed it gently on the table.

"All, everything is here." Chen Wan's timid appearance made Jing Zewen look like a villain who bullied girls.

Jing Zewen didn't know it, said "thank you" bluntly, drew three or four cards in a row, turned around and wiped Meng Yu's sweat gently and carefully.

Looking at it like that, Chen Wan at the back table felt a chill.

She buried her head in silence and continued to read the words, with a serious look of not listening to anything outside the window, and only reading sage books.

While concentrating, a shadow fell in front of him, blocking half of the light.

Before Chen Wan looked up, there was a "ding dong", a glass bottle of milk was placed on the table, and the owner of the milk quickly left the classroom lazily as if nothing had happened.

Chen Wan was flattered and stared at Jing Zewen's back for some reason.

Zhou Li, who seemed to be chatting with the girl at the back table, but who had been paying attention to Jing Zewen's movements, clenched the edge of the stool, and the veins on the back of his hands were particularly obvious.

"Zhou Li, Zhou Li?"

Zhou Li came back to his senses, looked at the girl calmly, "Well, what's wrong?"

"No, you seem to be in a trance..."

"Oh, I thought of something, sorry, I won't disturb your reading, you can continue."

The girl smiled sweetly, agreed, and then plunged into the sea of ​​books.

The bell for morning self-study rang, and Wei Borong stepped into the classroom. At that time, the class teacher had already stood on the podium for a few minutes. Seeing that there was an empty seat at the bottom, he asked who it was. Someone said Wei Borong, so the class teacher didn't say anything .

He wasn't late, but when he stepped on the spot, the homeroom teacher's expression was not so good, and after a few words, he passed the topic and turned to talking about the final exam.

Wei Borong didn't have the heart to listen to what the class teacher was talking about. When he first joined the teacher, he devoted himself to Meng Yu's place.

It was time, and he was lying on the table, as if he was sleeping.

The head teacher called him once first, and Meng Yu said in a daze that he read too late last night and slept too late. The head teacher sighed and told him to pay attention to rest and not to stay up late at the expense of his health for the sake of study. Then he silently agreed to this top student Continue to catch up on sleep.

Until the morning self-study ended and the bell rang for the first class, Meng Yu still maintained that posture. Most of the classmates lamented that Xueba worked as hard for his studies, but only Wei Borong saw that something was wrong with him.

"bass"

The sound of the stool being scraped and pulled on the floor attracted the eyes of everyone who didn't know why.

Regardless of having already started class, Wei Borong came to Meng Yu's desk, and he was sitting inside, next to him was a thin girl with a high ponytail.

The girl didn't know why Wei Borong came over suddenly, she looked up and saw his expressionless handsome face, her face flushed, and then she heard his deep voice——

"Excuse me." Sitting next to Meng Yu didn't even notice that something was wrong with him. This tablemate can be changed.

Thinking about it in her heart, the girl blushed and stepped aside.

The rest of the people were looking at this side. Li Yu, the squad leader, saw Wei Borong's face was cold, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Wei Borong didn't answer, leaned over, and put his palm on Meng Yu's forehead. His palm was burned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly touched Meng Yu's neck and arms, which were all very hot.

really--

"Meng Yu has a fever. I took him to the infirmary. The teacher came and asked us to leave."

As soon as the words came out, a group of people came to their senses.

Li Yu stood up at once. As the class monitor, he was obliged to take care of the classmates and everything in the class. He immediately said "OK" and asked if he needed help. He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to take people there alone. Meng Yu looked thin, After all, he is a heavy boy.

"No, I can do it by myself." Wei Borong quickly hugged him up, his steps hurried but calm.

Jing Zewen also followed, and before he left his seat, the subject teacher walked into the classroom with his textbooks, and met Wei Borong who was about to go out.

"What are you going to do?" Teacher Ke Ren saw Meng Yu with his eyes closed in Wei Borong's arms.

Meng Yu's face was no longer pale, but flushed red, his whole body was scorching hot, the heat spread through the skin to the position that touched Wei Borong, and the tip of Wei Borong's heart also burned.

"Teacher, Meng Yu has a fever. I'll take him to the infirmary."

Time waits for no one. After Wei Borong finished speaking, he ran out without waiting for the teacher in charge of the subject to speak.

Seeing this, Jing Zewen was anxious and wanted to run. The teacher who was worried when he heard that Meng Yu had a fever caught a glimpse of his movements, shouted, and pushed him back with majesty.

The infirmary is near the playground, a little far away from the teaching building. No matter how strong Wei Borong is, it seems a bit difficult to get to the back. He finally found the infirmary. The door was closed. He had no choice but to hold Meng Yu and wait for a while. Son.

When Dr. Wang Li and his assistant came back from the administration building, a tall and thin figure leaned against the wall at the door, holding a boy in his arms.

Wang Li took out the hand in the pocket of her white coat and rushed to meet her, and asked the assistant to open the door of the infirmary.

"What's the matter with this classmate?" Wang Lin stared at Meng Yu, who was in a coma, and led him in.

"I have a fever, and my whole body is hot." Wei Borong explained Meng Yu's situation concisely and clearly, and put him into a narrow hospital bed under the guidance of his assistant.

Wang Li nodded, took the thermometer and shook it twice and put it into Meng Yu's creaking nest. Wei Borong and the others came at the wrong time, and the electronic thermometer had just broken and hadn't been replaced yet.

"Student, please take it out in five minutes." Wang Li remembered something after giving instructions, and turned around and asked, "Oh, by the way, would you read this thermometer?"

Wei Bo didn't raise his head, and nodded his head as he wiped Meng Yu's sweat with a paper towel as a response.

Only then did Wang Li feel relieved and took the little assistant into the cubicle.

There are three doctors in the infirmary of the No. 33 Middle School. It is Wang Li's turn to be on duty today. Wang Li is the youngest of the doctors. She is [-] years old. She is thin and has a baby face. Look young.

The little assistant who is with me is 27 years old, a taciturn man who doesn't like to laugh, and his name is Chen Kai.

Five minutes later, Wei Bo poked his hands into Meng Yu's clothes, and just as his fingers touched the warm thermometer, the person on the bed groaned, and then opened his eyes in a daze.

After a slight pause, Wei Borong saw Meng Yu wake up, and quickly pinched one end of the thermometer to try to take it out.

"You are here, what are you doing?" A familiar handsome face came into view, Meng Yu's consciousness was still a little confused, and he could feel something strange in his clothes, as if there was something...

He looked down and saw an arm in his clothes. His hazy mind suddenly woke up, and he subconsciously clamped his arm with wide eyes. The thermometer was firmly clamped by him. Only then did Meng Yu feel it. There's something in the crunch nest.

Wei Borong took a deep breath and then let it out, the temperature of Meng Yu's body was very hot, burning his fingertips.

"Relax, I'll take the thermometer."

Meng Yu stared at him vigilantly, thermometer?What thermometer?

"You let me loose and I..." Suddenly remembering that he was almost hanging on his hand last night, Meng Yu felt a chill behind his back, let go of his arm in compromise, and watched Wei Borong take out his hand with his lips tightly pursed , there is one more thing in hand.

It's a thermometer.

will be 39 degrees.

Wei Borong's eyes dimmed slightly, and he stared coldly at Meng Yu who was on the bed, as if he was about to eat him.

"What did you do last night? You are quite capable of burning up to 39 degrees."

From what he said, Meng Yu finally recalled it. No wonder he felt unwell when he got up in the morning. It turned out that he had a cold.

"The air conditioner was on all night." Meng Yu avoided his gaze and answered honestly.

Wei Borong sighed helplessly, he must be under the air conditioner without a quilt, if he doesn't catch a cold, then he is a steel bar...

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