"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable." Dong Wensong lay on the table and said with a weak look, "I seem to be a little hot, maybe I'm sick."

"Is there a risk of recovery?"

"What?"

"No, I mean is the chance of recovery high?" Luo Yong scratched his head. Brother Gudao liked chatting with Dong Wensong the most, and asked him questions from time to time.

Seeing this work done by Biren Kuku, I had a lot of fun all afternoon.

"I don't know. Maybe the dictation failed to live up to the biology teacher's expectations. It was so uncomfortable that I broke out in a cold sweat on my back, so I must have caught a cold."

Not far away, Li Hua noticed the movement over there and said worriedly.

"Dong Wensong seems to be sick. Does anyone have mouse medicine?"

"That's too vicious. It's a waste of rat poison, isn't it?" Jiang Nian followed, not paying attention to the dead movement over there. Dong Wensong was always alive anyway.

If you don't pay attention, it will only sputter in a small area.

After school.

Jiang Nian was busy finishing half of his homework, so that he could relax during his late night self-study.

When I looked up, more than twenty minutes had passed since school ended.

He hurriedly walked out of the classroom, preparing to go downstairs for dinner. As soon as he got down to the second floor, he happened to see Li Qingrong coming upstairs and said hello to the monitor.

"Go to the cafeteria?" Li Qingrong asked.

"Well, does the monitor want me to bring anything?"

Li Qingrong shook his head and said no.

After a pause, he probably felt that the response was too cold, so he added another sentence.

"Be careful on the road."

Jiang Nian was stunned for a moment, looked into Li Qingrong's eyes, and swallowed.

"A killer has been arranged on the road?"

Li Qingrong was confused and shook his head.

"No."

This time it was Jiang Nian's turn to be embarrassed, he explained.

"Monitor, I was joking just now."

Li Qingrong lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Um."

The two of them passed each other, and Jiang Nian rushed downstairs with three steps at a time. He grabbed the railing and flew up the four steps in one step, just like Jackie Chan.

Li Qingrong stood at the edge of the stairs, watching Jiang Nian go downstairs with an expressionless expression, until the figure completely disappeared from the corner of the first floor.

Then she withdrew her gaze and slowly walked up the stairs.

In the cafeteria.

Yang Qiming finished his meal and looked at his phone a little absent-mindedly.

It's going to be deleted.

He is a person who values ​​emotions. Even though he knows that An An is not a good girl, he is still grateful for this encounter and misses the first night they chatted.

In any case, An An did heal herself.

"Thank you, then let's say goodbye properly." He held the phone and murmured to himself, as if he had made some kind of determination, "See you again when we are destined."

Opposite his seat, Huang Cai was busy making rice. Two meat and two vegetarian chicken drumsticks were served. Brother Yang invited them as soon as he asked. Now he has vowed to follow Brother Yang to the death.

As the saying goes, those who praise Brother Yang's true name will see eternal life in reincarnation.

When he raised his head, Huang Cailang saw Brother Yang frowning. He was immediately heartbroken. Brother Yang is the sky, Brother Yang is the earth. Can he watch Brother Yang suffer?

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I decided to delete An An, and I was just thinking of my final farewell words." Yang Qiming couldn't help but sigh after saying that he didn't want to delete the person, but I hope pure love remains.

Huang Cailang smiled honestly, "Brother Yang, let me help you think about it!"

"Cairang, good brother."

The two of them were thinking about the farewell words, and the draft was revised again and again. The tearful farewell words were not produced, but An An sent the message first.

"I'm so annoyed. The pants I just bought are loose again. (Picture of thin white waist)"

Sitting together in the cafeteria, the two young men were stunned. Such explosive scenes, suggestive words, and private topics made them lose all reason.

Gudu, Yang Qiming swallowed.

"I think I'd better write my farewell words tomorrow."

"Yes, brother." Huang Cailang was not good at words, and he held back a sentence for a long time, "Anyway, as the saying goes, it's a great Chinese New Year, and you won't lose anyway, brother."

"That's right, I just need to stay awake." Yang Qiming said, his eyes clear, "Cailang, don't you think this is my chance?"

"What chance?" He was a little confused.

"I heard someone say that if a person suffers all the losses he can when he is young, then his subsequent life will be smooth sailing and he will be well-mannered."

"Ah?" Huang Cairang didn't understand, but he expressed support, "Yes, the old man said that suffering is a blessing."

"It's too small, it's a talent, it's too small." Yang Qiming said solemnly, "How can a man only have laughter and laughter on his way forward?"

"How can there be no storm blocking the way you are determined to go?"

Hearing this, Huang Cailang said.

"That's right, brother."

Although Zhou Yuting has already said that An An is a bad woman who cheats money. Girls understand girls better, and her words are almost inseparable.

If a bad woman is allowed to defraud Brother Yang of his money, Brother Yang will not have the money to treat himself to dinner in the future.

But you can't just think about yourself in everything, you have to think about Brother Yang.

As long as Brother Yang is happy, even if he is not invited to eat. Even if he is hungry for nine meals in three days, he will still follow Brother Yang.

Thinking of this, Huang Cailang almost moved himself.

He looked at Yang Qiming and said firmly.

"Brother, you are so wise."
Chapter completed!