Chapter 203 It's over! He will definitely die

Simoyan had just finished playing half-court 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 is very beautiful, wearing a red long skirt and brown curly hair shawl, bright and fiery, and her style is somewhat similar to Wen Yan.

Shu Ti has a pair of eyes that are as affectionate as a dog.

Wen Yan noticed that Si Moyan looked at Shu Ti놅 with a slightly dazed expression.

It seemed like there was a moment when I was fascinated by it.

When Si Jingyi saw Si Moyan's actions, his stomach suddenly rose to his throat.

What the hell is going on, bro?

He won't look at that teacher named Shu Ti, right?

"Sister-in-law, please let go. My brother will never betray you!"

Wen Yan put her hands around her chest, smiling.

[If that bastard takes that bottle of water, I'll 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 Si Moyan 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 Si Moyan.

It seemed as if Si Moyan didn't dare to look Shu Ti's eyes again, and he didn't look at her again.

When Wen Yan passed by the basketball court, Si Moyan caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

He immediately made a three-pointer.

The movements are neat and handsome.

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

The eight abdominal muscles are faintly visible and clearly sexy.

"Fuck, big brother is so stuffy." The action he just made was clearly for his sister-in-law to see.

Wen Yan looked at Si Jingyi, "You have been staying in Hengcheng recently, aren't you accompanying Qinghuan?"

When talking about Ruan Qinghuan, Si Jingyi felt a little depressed.

"She's really cunning now. She was intimate with me for a while and then closed the door to work. She's really trying to catch me," Si Jingyi raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. "But, buddy, I'm determined to get her. She can't escape from my grasp."

Wen Yan smiled but said nothing.

[Qing Huan's beautiful childhood sweetheart Ma 껗 is coming back to China. She has had a crush on him since childhood. He is not only handsome, but also very powerful. 】

[In her previous life, after Lady Ruan committed suicide for Si Lao Er, her childhood sweetheart never married.]

Si Jingyi's mouth twitched.

No way!

Will he soon face a powerful rival in love?

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

Wen Yan didn't notice Si Jingyi's expression. Someone from the infirmary called her, so she quickly returned to the infirmary.

A senior high school boy fell down the stairs and had varying degrees of abrasions on his hands and legs.

Wen Yan took out medicine to disinfect the boy.

The boy sat on the hospital bed, shivering and pale.

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

Wen Yan glanced at the male student, with a hint of doubt in her beautiful eyes, "Student, your injuries are not serious. Are you afraid of pain or for some other reason?"

You're such a grown-up, even if you're afraid of pain, you shouldn't be like this!

He looks like he's 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 that I, I'm going to die soon!"

Wen Yan glanced at the male student carefully.

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

"Why do you say that?"

The male student trembled his lips. "The results of the midterm exam are out. I only scored 480 points, the worst in the grade. Except for me, everyone else scored 500 points."

Wen Yan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Before she could say anything, she heard the boy's voice trembling as he said, "I didn't score 480 on purpose. My grandmother who raised me was seriously ill some time ago, so I went to the hospital to take care of her. Later, she passed away. I didn't sleep for several 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, "If I score below 500, will I definitely die?"

The male student nodded, "Yes, whether it's weekly exams, monthly exams, midterms or finals, as long as the score is below 500, you will die. I don't know what's going on, the formal school is very weird in this regard."

"When I was a freshman in high school, a senior student 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 off the school."

"She was only one point away from 500, but she still died!"

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

The male student shook his head and said, "No, I have tried to get into the school before, but if I didn't get 500 points, I would die!"

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

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

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

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

Wen Yan put talismans around the infirmary so that even a fierce ghost would not dare to approach easily.

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

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Wen."

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

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

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

Not long after, Si Moyan also came over.

As soon as Si Moyan arrived, everyone's eyes turned to him.

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

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

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

Si Moyan glanced at Si Jingyi with a gloomy look in his narrow eyes, "What am I missing?"

"When my sister-in-law and I were passing 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, Old Master Si took his walking stick and hit Si Moyan on the body.

"Well, you bastard, you finally made peace with Xiaoyan, but you were blinded by the beauty of another woman."

Si Moyan looked at Wen Yan with a tense look in his eyes, "Mrs. Si, I admit that I was distracted for a few seconds."

Si Jingyi put his hands on his chest, taking pleasure in the misfortune, "Makabaka, big brother, just wait for your death!"

Si Moyan sat next to Wen Yan and held her slender fingers with his slender hands. He was afraid that she would pull her fingers back, so he held them very tightly.

"Mrs. Si, please listen to my explanation."

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