Chapter 1242 The Best Golden Ratio
Zhou Enyou was late for the first class after lunch, which was rare for him.
"Where's Youyou?" The teacher came in and glanced at the top student's seat. Seeing the empty seat, his eyebrows furrowed and he asked Zhou Enyou's deskmate, "Are you still in the dormitory?"
My deskmate adjusted his glasses and said, "It seems he went to the school clinic to get medicine."
"What's wrong with her?" the teacher immediately asked worriedly. As the class monitor and the test-taking king, Zhou Enyou has always been a strong presence. The boys in the class always said that Zhou Enyou was here to kill them boys in seconds and was so independent and terrifying.
"It seems like he has a stomachache," the classmate looked at the teacher and said softly.
The teacher nodded and said to the study committee member, "Wang Jing, go check on them. The national math and English competitions are next week. Don't let anything go wrong. These two competitions are not only about the honor of our school, but also crucial for Youyou's future admission."
Wang Jing stood up after hearing this.
Upon hearing this, the male students in the class said to the teacher, "The Queen of the Papers won't participate in the national competition, and won't be recommended for admission. With her grades, she can go to either Peking University or Tsinghua University. I heard that teachers from Peking University and Tsinghua University have already gone to Zhou Enyou's house to sign the recommendation agreement."
Another male classmate sighed, "Same people, different fates. We're all in the same class, but why are they being begged by colleges to go to school, while we have to beg for it even when we're exhausted?"
The teacher was amused by these chatterboxes and said with a curled lip, "Stop being so funny, all of you should behave yourself for a while. Especially some of the boys, they're too quick-witted. Don't think I didn't see who secretly slipped a love letter into Youyou's drawer? I'm telling you, don't let your childish, second-grade behavior interfere with our class's top student's fight for school honors. Otherwise, be careful that the principal will peel your skin off."
Everyone burst into laughter.
A soft report sounded at the door.
Zhou Enyou looked pale and stood at the door leaning against the wall.
The teacher looked at Zhou Enyou and understood a little bit. Girls have those few days every month when physical pain is unavoidable. As a class teacher, she is very clear about the situation of each student.
I have reported this to the parents before, but they said helplessly that this situation can only disappear completely after the baby is born, and there is no solution at the moment.
"Youyou," the teacher walked over and lowered her voice, "If you really feel uncomfortable, I'll sign a note for you, or you can go back and rest first?"
Zhou Enyou shook his head and said, "It's okay, you'll get used to it."
You can't take leave every month.
She gritted her teeth and sat back in her seat at the teacher's signal.
In this world, if there is a pain that is more painful than tearing your heart apart, it must be menstrual pain!
All the internal organs were churning like a tidal wave.
"Youyou, drink some hot water." Her deskmate unscrewed the thermos cup for her and put it in her hand.
Zhou Enyou was almost fainted by the waves of dull pain. She lay on the table for a while, and after the shock and pain subsided a little, she weakly held the thermos cup and took a sip.
The water had just passed his throat when Zhou Enyou's hand holding the thermos cup stopped for a moment.
A few seconds later.
She raised her hand and said to the teacher, "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."
In the bathroom.
The classmate watched Zhou Enyou decisively press his finger on his tongue and gently flick it.
"Ugh--" He vomited out all the bile. When he was almost about to vomit out, Zhou Enyou weakly held onto the sink and leaned against the wall with his whole body powerless.
"You..." My deskmate was a little dumbfounded. "Isn't it menstrual pain? Why are you inducing vomiting?"
Zhou Enyou's face was pale at this moment. She didn't have the strength to speak, but she just went over the scene in her mind just a second before her deskmate handed her the thermos cup.
Her thermos cup was designed by her mother based on her preferences, and then given to the designer of Emma Garden for further modification. It was then made exclusively using the best materials.
The only one in the world.
The big-eyed doll on the unique thermos occupies most of the space. Zhou Enyou has a habit of liking the big-eyed doll to face herself at a 45-degree angle. She thinks this angle makes the big-eyed doll the most vivid.
In addition, the math genius has an almost perverted obsession with numbers. Like her mother, she likes to put everything in the best golden ratio position.
But just now!
When her deskmate picked up the water cup, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
The position of the water cup deviated from the golden ratio by more than one centimeter, and the big-eyed doll was only at an angle of 40 degrees.
If this happened to someone else, it would be impossible for them to discover it.
But Zhou Enyou came to the conclusion in almost one second -
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The water cup had been moved.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Enyou's face was really ugly, and her deskmate was a little scared. Putting aside Zhou Enyou's prominent family background, she had always been a key protected person in the school. I heard that the school banners were ready, and they would be hung after Zhou Enyou won the college entrance examination. On weekdays, if someone caught a cold, the principal would take care of them thoroughly.
She took some saliva and gave it to her to drink, and she vomited like this. If the principal knew about this, he would probably think she was trying to harm Zhou Enyou.
"It's okay," Zhou Enyou smiled softly as he watched his deskmate's changing expressions. "Maybe I ate something wrong at lunch."
Upon hearing this, her deskmate's heart instantly relaxed. She helped Zhou Enyou out of the bathroom, still a little startled, and said, "You'd better take care of yourself. I heard that Fan Jiahao from No. 2 Middle School is really trying to catch up with you. The principal is worried that you won't be in good shape for the competition, so he walks by our classroom door eight times a day."
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
As soon as his deskmate finished speaking, the principal rushed over, looking Zhou Enyou up and down, his face full of despair. "My dear, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad? What's going on? Do you want me to contact the hospital? My cousin is the attending physician there. I'll contact him right away. You should go over and take a look. He's as pale as a piece of paper!"
Zhou Enyou waved his hands, saying that he didn't have the energy to speak. Just then, the head teacher came and took him to the school to explain.
Zhou Enyou entered the classroom, pretended to remain calm, and raised his head to drink another sip of water.
During this time, she glanced around the class through the thermos cup, then she drooped her eyelashes and said nothing more.
After class.
She was called to the teacher's office for special care. After being wrapped in a warm blanket, the pain in her stomach seemed to ease a lot.
"Teacher, can you lend me your computer?"
Teacher: “Hmm?”
"I didn't bring it to class. I'll tell my driver to buy me some medicine before he picks me up."
It makes sense.
"The teacher called you?"
"No, I can't remember the driver's phone number. He's definitely playing games right now. I'll text him from within the game."
If it were any other student, the teacher might have suspected that the student was playing a cheating game.
But this is Zhou Enyou, the king of the human test paper. He really plays games for a while to divert his attention. Now he has no after-school work.
The teacher gave the computer to Zhou Enyou and then turned around to correct the homework.
The head teacher was a bit aloof to outsiders, but when facing Zhou Enyou, her dream lover, she was extremely talkative.
"If you ask me, you still need to get some treatment. Seeing you in so much pain, I feel so bad for you."
Zhou Enyou turned on his laptop, typing quickly on the keyboard, and replied to the teacher calmly, "No need to treat it. I checked myself, and there's nothing wrong. It's just dysmenorrhea."
The teacher knew Zhou Enyou was a doctor, and it was Zhou Enyou who cured her headache. Speaking of this, the teacher smiled sheepishly and said, "Enyou, if you feel better one day, could you help take care of my mother-in-law's shingles? She's been in pain for years, and now it's a neurological condition. The doctors say it's incurable."
Zhou Enyou pressed the "OK" key with his finger, and the school surveillance footage flashed directly on the computer.
She didn't stop moving her fingers, and took the time to look at the teacher and smiled, "Teacher, I'm fine. Please ask your mother-in-law to come over, and I will take a look at her after school."
"Ah, forget it today. Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhou Enyou pulled up the lunch break surveillance footage on his computer and replied calmly, "I know what's going on. It's just a brief pain, but it will be gone after a while. Teacher Li from the next class and the principal also brought someone to ask me to take a look at it at noon, so I took a look along."
"Oh, I see." The head teacher stood up. "Then you use the computer. I'll call my mother-in-law and ask her to come early on time so that she doesn't delay you too much."
Zhou Enyou nodded, his eyes falling on a figure that flashed by somewhere on the computer.
When the head teacher came in, Zhou Enyou had already closed his computer. With a kind smile on her face, she said to Zhou Enyou, "My mother-in-law said she'll be here right away. When you feel better, you can see her. It's just an old illness, so there's no need to rush. It's quite troublesome. Just give her a look and don't feel burdened."
Zhou Enyou smiled and drank hot water from a disposable paper cup, nodding, "Okay, I understand."
The head teacher sat down, put the laptop back on the table, and said to Zhou Enyou, "You type very fast, clacking, clacking. The top student in our class is so good at everything he does."
Zhou Enyou smiled and accepted the compliment.
While waiting for a few teachers to bring people to see the patient, Zhou Enyou leaned back on the sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his hands tapped the leather sofa regularly again and again.
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