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Do not move.

She raised the corner of her mouth and rubbed the post-it note, Yan Shu, Yan Shu. She silently recited the name twice in her heart. When she turned around, the person in the third row from the bottom was lowering her head while doing the questions.

I don't know why Fang Zhao felt dizzy and sleepy all morning.

The first two periods in the morning were all Ren Xiang’s classes.

Ren Xiang handed out test papers during two classes and took the exam in class. After handing out the test papers, Fang Zhao rested his chin on the table and was not very energetic. His hands were lazily writing and drawing. Let alone doing the test papers, she was seeing ghosts of people now.

Fang Zhao was the last one to hand in the test paper. She half-closed her eyes, as if she had no bones. Ren Xiang subconsciously turned around and called the person back with a frown: "Fang Zhao, come back."

He counted and basically wrote all the major questions at the end with two colons.

Ren Xiang was confused and showed the test paper to her: "This is a geography test paper. Why are you writing solutions to the big questions at the end?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the class burst into laughter.

Fang Zhao moved slowly. She pursed her lips and withdrew the test paper amidst laughter: "I thought I was taking a math test."

Then the laughter got even louder.

Fang Zhao is always diligent and conscientious, and although his grades are not top-notch, they are not bad either. It is not difficult to get into a first-rate second-tier university.

Ren Xiang glanced at her face that looked like it had been sucked into Yang energy, and put away the fire in his stomach: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay," Fang Zhao said, "My head is a little heavy."

Ren Xiang nodded: "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the infirmary. Then you can correct the test paper and give it to me in the afternoon."

She nodded lightly, taking every step with great effort.

The classroom became noisy after class, and Fang Zhao couldn't hold it anymore. She leaned sideways on the table, buried her head in the desk, put her hands on her head, and exposed half of her head.

There were two biology classes in the next two classes, but no one called her, and the biology teacher didn't bother to care at all, so Fang Zhao naturally fell asleep in both classes.

Fang Zhao was sleeping deeply, and it would be difficult to wake him up even if Ren Xiang came.

Liu Liu touched Fang Zhao's exposed forehead: "Zhao Zhao, why are you still sleeping? You've been sleeping for three hours."

Fang Zhao couldn't help but bury his face under his arms to hide his answer.

She lay on top of Fang Zhao's head: "We're going to eat braised pork knuckle today! If you don't go, it will really be gone."

After three seconds, Fang Zhao pulled out his head with a whimper.

Her lips were covered with white, and her whole face was chaotic and lifeless.

Liu Liu looked at her good sister's pale face and stepped back subconsciously: "Who do you want to scare to death? Why are you so haggard today?"

After hearing this, Fang Zhao said "It's okay" and continued to bury his head.

Fang Zhao felt her mouth feel astringent. When she woke up, she was already in the infirmary. She opened her eyebrows slightly and moved her arms. The person next to her made some movement and pushed her raised arm back down again: "

"

A deep voice floated into her ears.

Fang Zhao reacted and glanced at the back of her hand that had just been pressed. It stung slightly and was being dripped. She looked up at the IV bottle above her head: "What's going on?"

"fever."

No wonder I haven't had much energy all morning.

When she just woke up, she looked at the person next to her a little dullly.

"How long have you been fighting?"

The bell rang for the second period in the afternoon. It seemed like it had been there for a while.

Fang Zhao leaned back, Yan Shu's sitting posture was more relaxed than in the classroom, his long legs were bent pitifully, and he was holding a green-covered book in his hand.

Her throat was as hoarse as if she had coughed up phlegm: "Did you send me here?"

He hummed softly and continued to flip through the books.

Fang Zhao said.

The staff at the infirmary carried the IV bottle and put it on. Fang Zhao was quite familiar with her. She was a frequent visitor to the infirmary with many minor ailments.
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