A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

During the exam period, everyone does not return to the original class at noon. After a quick lunch, they return to their seats in the exam room and continue to review the next exam.The monthly exam only tests three subjects of language and mathematics, not primary subjects, so the schedule is very tight, and the exam can be completed in one day.

For Song Zhiyu, who was still ill, it was already overloaded. His slender fingers became full due to the heat, and every time he swiped the pen and pressed his fingertips, he felt a numbness.

The whole person seems to have had his spine removed, and he just wants to be paralyzed somewhere.

The last one is English.

"Students, wake up, the exam is over."

The ear-piercing bell rang, and Song Zhiyu woke up leisurely under the vigorous shaking of the invigilator.It is already June, and N City—an ordinary southern city has ushered in summer early. When the sun should be scorching and sweating like rain, Song Zhiyu feels that he is in the middle of winter and December, and his temples are tingling. Mind, and cold sweat has already wet the clothes.

"Are you okay?" The teacher asked with concern vaguely from the side.

Song Zhiyu shook his head subconsciously, he tried his best to prop up from the table with both hands, and let the hairy and sweaty invigilator take away his test paper, and he didn't even have time to check whether his name was written.

"You can leave the examination room." The invigilator waved his hand.

Song Zhiyu indifferently followed the flow of people out of the examination room, down the teaching building, and out of the school.Surprisingly, no one was wearing school uniform this time.A boy with a rainbow head in a black T-shirt was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. He wanted to speed up his pace to catch up with the boy with a rainbow head, but his feet were as heavy as lead.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned around, and there was a huge red banner hanging in the most eye-catching place.

"N city's 201X high school admissions unified cultural examination"

……

"Hey hey hey, why are you not moving?" No. 2 Tong Wen sitting in seat number 2 found that Song Zhiyu in the front seat hadn't touched a pen for a long time, so he used his unique skill again - gel pen kidney stabbing attack .He does not allow his competitors to abandon the game maliciously halfway.

Song Zhiyu woke up slowly, and when he woke up, he was still in the examination room.It's not a sunny day outside, but a gray face after the bitter wind and rain.

Inception?

He hurriedly turned to the first page of the test paper, and saw the capital letters on the top—the first monthly exam paper of the Seventh Middle School. Then he sighed softly and copied the rest of the answers onto the answer sheet.No matter how many times I fainted in the examination room, I felt ashamed.

After the exam, Song Zhiyu gave Tong Wen a bleak smile to express his kindness in the exam room.

"I won against you this time, and I won't win by force, so I generously decided to cancel this competition. When you get better next time, let's have a showdown!" Tong Wen felt a little embarrassed.

"No need." Song Zhiyu said in a low voice.

"He is really kind and strong. It's a pity that I have been so maliciously speculating on him before." Tong Wen felt a little more guilty.

In fact, what Song Zhiyu meant was that there is no need for next time, you will not be able to beat me this time, but his pale complexion and vain footsteps are a good cover up, giving Tong Wen a feeling that he is a delicate flower. Illusion of white lotus.

There are really many steps in the six-story building, especially at this time in Song Zhiyu's dizzy brain, there is a triple shadow clone on one step.Holding on to the handrail carefully, he walked down layer by layer, and finally he was still four steps away from the ground, and he stepped on nothing.

The first grader was overjoyed after the exam, and accidentally fell down the stairs while going down the stairs.

Song Zhiyu immediately made a news headline for his next behavior in his mind.

However, what was expected did not happen, instead it bumped into a solid chest.Rather than saying that they bumped into each other, it's better to say that the classmate touched Song himself and pulled Song Zhiyu into his arms.

Song Zhiyu raised his head in a daze, it was Zhou Cheng.

"Old Zhou, why do you have two heads?" At this moment, Song Zhiyu's entire focus was on Zhou Cheng. He struggled to stand still but was hugged even tighter by Zhou Cheng.

Like nectar after a long drought, a cold touch touched his forehead.

"Why is it so hot?" Zhou Cheng's tone was unexpectedly serious, and with more and more people gathered around, Song Zhiyu could only obediently obey.

"Go to the school infirmary?"

"Well... don't hug me... I can walk by myself." Song Zhiyu protested softly. He was a "big man" who was nearly 1.8 meters and was carried to the infirmary. He couldn't afford to lose that person.

"En." So Zhou Cheng couldn't help but carry Song Zhiyu to the infirmary.

Why not throw a dog and eat shit?

The school's infirmary is just a decoration, and there is no one there after opening the door. After Zhou Cheng settled Song Zhiyu, he searched outside for a long time, and dragged back the school doctor who was eating melon seeds in the next office after his mouth was worn out.

The school doctor shook the thermometer shyly, and said to Song Zhiyu: "It's burnt like this, what medicine do you still need to take, you go to the hospital!"

Without further ado, Zhou Cheng recited Song Zhiyu out of the school.

"Let me go..." Song Zhiyu had no choice but to let Zhou Cheng carry his back out of the school gate, followed by the dedicated security guard chasing after him.

"I don't." Zhou Cheng said stubbornly, and he even quickened his pace.

"You two bastards, stop! You are not allowed to go out without a leave note!" Last time, the uncle accidentally let go of Hou Wanqiang, this time, he will not let go again.

"That's fine, you take me home. I'll be fine after I go home and sleep..."

"I don't." Regarding things like physical condition, Zhou Cheng made up his mind not to listen to anything Song Zhiyu said from today on.

"Then you ask me to change my posture, I feel a little uncomfortable..." Song Zhiyu whispered more and more, the last word was almost too small to be heard.The weak ending was like a feather, tickling Zhou Cheng's heart.

"okay…"

When Zhou Cheng stopped and his mind relaxed for a moment, Song Zhiyu took the opportunity to gather all his strength and jumped off Zhou Cheng's back, and ran in the opposite direction!

Run!

It's a pity that I haven't run two steps, I just feel dizzy, my whole body's strength is exhausted, and the surrounding scenery becomes chaotic and distorted in Song Zhiyu's eyes.One inattentively tripped over his left foot and tripped over his right foot, watching the concrete floor getting closer and closer to him!

It’s over.

The falling trend was once again stopped by a solid arm, and Song Zhiyu fell into Zhou Cheng's arms.

"I won't carry you on my back, shall we walk slowly this time?" Zhou Cheng asked softly.

"Hmm..." Song Zhiyu's bangs covered his eyes, and he just snorted softly, looking up at Zhou Cheng in embarrassment.

"Old Song, it's time to cut your hair, I know there is a place..." Zhou Cheng joked.

"Shut up..." Song Zhiyu let Zhou Cheng drag his wrist to move forward, he knew that what Zhou Cheng was teasing was about taking him to sell his hair at the beginning of school.Time flies so fast, more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhou Cheng's hair has grown back.

Time passed so fast, and it didn't take long to reach the gate of the hospital.

"I seem to feel that I'm completely fine." Song Zhiyu looked away from the red and white main body of the building in front of him.

"You are afraid of going to the hospital, aren't you?" Zhou Cheng hit the nail on the head.

"How...how is it possible? I have been to the hospital more times than you have eaten salt, don't look down on me." Song Zhiyu replied, but it was obviously lacking in momentum.

"Wow, you are amazing. How do you know that I never put salt in my food!" Zhou Cheng boasted pompously, while gently hugging Song Zhiyu as he walked towards the hospital gate.

"Wow, you're so flamboyant..." Song Zhiyu said dejectedly.

Song Zhiyu is worthy of being the young OG of the hospital, and he is very familiar with the process of registering for a doctor.He just didn't know why, even if he was in an ordinary outpatient clinic, he could stay there for so long.

"It's almost 39 degrees, if you continue to burn, your brain will be broken! Then you will become a handsome fool!" The white coat with glasses threatened.

"Should I thank you for acknowledging my handsomeness?"

"Go get your blood drawn, handsome boy!"

Hearing the word "drawing blood", Song Zhiyu was quick-witted, and he quickly grabbed the door frame with his hands so as not to collapse on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Cheng looked concerned.

"Me? I'm fine, what can I do, hahaha... I'm just a little dizzy..." This is the third time Song Zhiyu fell into Zhou Cheng's arms today.

To clarify again, Song Zhiyu is definitely not afraid of going to the hospital, he is just allergic to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Song Zhiyu was definitely not dizzy, he was just a little scared before the small needle was inserted into the blood vessel.

When he was a child, he often came to draw blood and hang water every three days.Once, he met an intern with relatively good craftsmanship, and the blood vessels on his arm were not easy to detect. After sacrificing his right and left arms, the final solution turned out to be - directly draw blood on the neck!

"Do you know how I felt at that time? I feel like my life is being lost!" Song Zhiyu's words were not as excited as a patient with a high fever of 39 o'clock, and his words were not at all like a cold first grader, but like Guo Nanxing.

"Well, can you stop moving your hands?" The doctor scolded impatiently, "There are still so many people queuing behind!"

Song Zhiyu turned back into a quiet and handsome man in embarrassment, but his eyes were still fixed on the doctor's hand movements uneasily, his lips were still moving in a small range, hesitant to speak.

Suddenly, Song Zhiyu's eyes went dark, and Zhou Cheng, who was standing behind him, stretched out his right arm to gently wrap his forehead around his forehead, preventing the panicked vision from diverging further, while his right hand touched his left hand, so as to relieve Song Zhiyu's uneasiness. resulting tremors.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while." Zhou Cheng said softly.

"Well...you're so embarrassing."

……

After a lot of effort, Song Zhiyu successfully hung the water, like a lazy cat basking in the sun in the afternoon, curled up on the chair, staring, drowsy.Zhou Cheng was sitting next to him, quietly watching his profile.

"Old Zhou, I suddenly remembered something just now. I seem to have seen you before." Song Zhiyu suddenly turned his head over, startling.

"Did you just remember now?"

Although the tone was reproachful, Zhou Cheng's heart was full of joy. The hasty meeting nearly ten years ago, it turned out that it was not his unrequited love, and it turned out that the other party was not completely unimpressed.

"It seems that during the high school entrance examination, there was a non-mainstream person with a rainbow hair in our examination room. Now I think it should be you." Song Zhiyu was thoughtful.

"Ah? Ah... that's probably me."

"Then it seems that we are really destined, we have met before." Song Zhiyu said with emotion.

"We have always been destined." Zhou Cheng smiled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't wait to reveal the cute sharp corners.

The author has something to say:

Guo Nanxing is an adjective. Haha, I like this name very much. To be honest, I wanted this name to be the protagonist at first, but my classmates rejected it.