Chapter 203 It's over! He will definitely die

Si Moyan had just finished playing the first half of basketball with the boys in his class.

Shu Ti walked up to Si Moyan and handed him a bottle of mineral water with a smile on her face.

Shu Ti was very beautiful, wearing a red long skirt, brown curly hair shawl, bright and fiery, and somewhat similar to Wen Yan's style.

Shu Ti had a pair of eyes that could make even a dog look affectionate.

Wen Yan noticed that Si Moyan looked at Shu Ti with a slightly dazed look.

It seemed that for a moment, he was fascinated. When

Si Jingyi saw Si Moyan's move, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

What is big brother doing?

He wouldn't fall in love with the teacher named Shu Ti, would he?

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, my big brother will never betray you!"

Wen Yan crossed her arms around her chest, smiling.

[If that bastard takes that bottle of water, I will chop off his hands right now!]

The playground was a little far from where Wen Yan and Si Jingyi were standing. Wen Yan couldn't hear clearly what Simoyan said to Shu Ti. He didn't take the mineral water that Shu Ti handed to him. Shu Ti's eyes were slightly disappointed.

Soon, the second half of the basketball game began.

Shu Ti sat in the audience, clapping and cheering for Simoyan.

Simoyan seemed afraid to look into Shu Ti's eyes again, and he didn't look at her again.

When Wen Yan passed by the basketball court, Simoyan saw her out of the corner of his eye.

He immediately shot a three-pointer.

The movement was neat and handsome.

After the shot, he faced her direction, slightly lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His eight abdominal muscles were looming, and his sexiness was clear.

"Fuck, big brother is so stuffy." His action just now was clearly meant for his sister-in-law to see.

Wen Yan looked at Si Jingyi, "You've been staying in Hengcheng recently, don't you have to accompany Qinghuan?"

Si Jingyi was a little depressed when he mentioned Ruan Qinghuan.

"She is really cunning now. She was intimate with me for two days and then closed herself off to work. She will definitely catch me," Si Jingyi raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, "But, bro, I swear to get her, she can't escape from my palm."

Wen Yan smiled but said nothing.

[Qinghuan's childhood sweetheart is going back to China soon. He has been secretly in love with her since childhood. He is not only handsome, but also powerful. ]

[After Ruan, a beautiful woman, died for Si Laoer in her previous life, that childhood sweetheart never married. ]

Si Jingyi's mouth twitched.

No way!

Will he soon face a strong rival in love?

Even though he hasn't met his childhood sweetheart Ruan Qinghuan yet, he already has a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Wen Yan didn't notice Si Jingyi's expression. A classmate in the infirmary called her, and she quickly returned to the infirmary.

A male classmate in the third year of high school fell down the stairs, with varying degrees of abrasions on his hands and legs.

Wen Yan took out medicine to disinfect the male classmate.

The male classmate sat on the hospital bed, shivering, his face pale.

When Wen Yan wiped him with disinfectant, she could even hear the sound of his teeth chattering.

Wen Yan glanced at the male classmate, and a hint of doubt appeared in her beautiful eyes, "Classmate, your injuries are not serious. Are you afraid of pain or for other reasons?" He

is so old, even if he is afraid of pain, it shouldn't be like this!

He looks like he is about to die!

The boy's eyes were red and tears were falling from the corners of his eyes. "Doctor Wen, you don't know, I'm going to die soon!"

Wen Yan looked at the boy carefully.

He didn't look like a short-lived person.

"Why do you say that?"

The boy trembled, "The results of the midterm exam are out. I only scored 480 points, the worst in the grade. Except for me, everyone scored over 500 points."

Wen Yan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Before she could say anything, she heard the male classmate's trembling voice say, "I didn't score 480 on purpose. My grandmother who raised me was seriously ill some time ago, and I went to the hospital to take care of her. Later, she passed away. I didn't sleep for several days and nights before the midterm exam. During one of the exams, I accidentally fell asleep and only scored 10 points. I usually score more than 120 points. I don't want to die!"

Wen Yan frowned, "Will I die if I score below 500 points?"

The male classmate nodded, "Yes, no matter it is a weekly test, a monthly test, or a midterm or final exam, as long as it is below 500 points, I will die. I don't know what's going on. Anyway, the school is very weird in this regard."

"When I was in the first year of high school, a senior sister scored 499 points. She returned home because she was afraid of dropping out of school, but not long after, she returned to school and jumped."

"She was only one point away from 500, but she still couldn't escape death!"

Wen Yan took out an amulet and handed it to the boy, "Take this."

The boy shook his head tremblingly, "It's useless. Some classmates have asked for it before, but as long as you can't reach 500 points, you will die!"

Although they knew that Isa School was evil, parents still rushed to send their children in.

They care about whether their children can get into a good university, and they don't care about the mental pressure they need to bear.

In this environment, in order to survive, they can only study hard.

"How about this, you stay in the infirmary today, don't go out of this door, I promise you will be fine."

Wen Yan pasted amulets around the infirmary, even a fierce ghost would not dare to approach easily.

Wen Yan's eyes were gentle and firm, like an invisible soft hand that could soothe people's fear and anxiety.

"Okay, thank you, School Doctor Wen."

After Wen Yan bandaged the boy's wound, she and Si Jingyi went to the school cafeteria.

It was not yet time for dinner, and Mr. Si was not busy. He was chatting with the staff in the cafeteria.

Seeing Wen Yan and Si Jingyi coming over, he quickly took them to a separate lounge.

Not long after, Si Moyan also came over.

As soon as Si Moyan arrived, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Si Moyan's scalp tingled when he was looked at.

He touched his nose and said in a low and hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Si Jingyi smacked his lips and said, "Brother, you touching your nose means you feel guilty."

Si Moyan glanced at Si Jingyi with narrow eyes and gloomy eyes, "Why do I feel guilty?"

"When my sister-in-law and I passed by the playground, we saw Teacher Shu Ti chatting with you. When you looked at her, you were obviously distracted."

As soon as Si Jingyi finished speaking, Master Si took his crutches and hit Si Moyan.

"Well, you bastard, you finally made peace with Xiaoyan, and you are dazzled by the beauty of another woman."

Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan with a tense face, and a hint of tension flashed in his black eyes, "Mrs. Si, I admit that I was distracted for a few seconds."

Si Jingyi put his hands on his chest, gloating, "Makabaka, big brother, just wait for death!"

Si Moyan sat next to Wen Yan, holding her delicate fingers with his slender hands, afraid that she would pull her fingers back, he held them tightly.

"Mrs. Si, listen to my explanation."

Wen Yan pursed her lips, "You don't need to explain."