Chapter 76 Wen Xiaojiu, how can she be so cute?
Two months later.
The warm sunlight streamed into the living room. The girl sitting on the carpet was wearing a pure white T-shirt. Her snow-white skin was slightly translucent in the light. There was a thin layer of sweat on her nose and a faint blush on her cheeks.
She gently bit her lip and whispered to the boy beside her, "Did you understand?"
"Um."
Upon hearing Zhou Yanchuan's reply, Wen Jiu's tense body relaxed slightly. "Then..."
"What?" Perhaps he didn't hear clearly, he unconsciously moved a little closer.
Wen Jiu's nerves, which had just relaxed, immediately tensed up again.
Too close.
Their distance.
They were standing too close from the very beginning of the lesson, and several times she got stuck looking at him.
"N-nothing," she said, trying to sound calm. "Go write yours over there."
Zhou Yanchuan heard clearly this time, but he lifted his eyelids to look at the person who spoke.
There was a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Wen Xiaojiu".
"Um."
Why are you blushing when I'm just talking about a question?
"It's too hot," she said softly.
Zhou Yanchuan gestured with his eyes towards the air conditioner in the corner: "Still hot at sixteen degrees?"
Wen Jiu remained silent.
He twitched the corner of his lips and deliberately called out, "Teacher Wen, you're not calm."
Wen Jiu's already red face became burning hot from his words.
She lowered her head: "Go do your homework."
Feeling guilty?
"Zhou Yanchuan!"
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person whose ears were red and smiled: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
Before Wen Jiu could even breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this, another sentence suddenly came to her ears.
"But am I pretty?"
The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her cheeks were as red as ripe cherry tomatoes.
But he still said defiantly, "Zhou Yanchuan, if you keep doing this, I won't explain the problems to you anymore."
"You're not going to explain the problems to me anymore?"
"Um."
"Then I was wrong."
Wen Jiu snorted.
Zhou Yanchuan curled his lips.
*
The two wrote from morning until noon. After lunch, Wen Jiu originally wanted to go home to rest for a while, but seeing that Zhou Yanchuan was still writing, she sat on the sofa next to him without moving.
However, she stayed up too late last night and fell asleep on the sofa after only a short time watching him.
This is the scene that Zhou Yanchuan saw when he turned around.
The girl leaned back on the sofa, wearing shorts today. Her slender legs were slightly curled up, sinking into the dark gray sofa, making her white legs stand out.
It sleeps very quietly, without making a sound.
He lingered on her for a few seconds, then got up and walked into the bedroom.
In her drowsy state, Wen Jiu felt a blanket being placed on her, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes.
In her hazy state, she seemed to hear Zhou Yanchuan say beside her, "Wen Xiaojiu, why are you talking in your sleep?"
Were you talking in your sleep?
She thought in a daze.
"Wen Xiaojiu".
He called her name again.
I don't know if it was in a dream or right next to my ear.
He gently touched her cheek. "How adorable."
*
When summer arrives, students tend to get sleepy. After one class, a whole class is asleep.
Chen Yu was trying to sleep, resting his face on his hand, but before he could even lie down, the stool under his bottom was kicked.
Zhou Yanchuan seems to have gone crazy studying lately, not only studying on his own but also dragging him along.
Is he cut out for that kind of learning?
He can't even look at the blackboard; he just wants to sleep as soon as he sees the teacher.
Chen Yu held up one finger: "I'll only sleep for ten minutes."
"no."
Five minutes.
Nobody paid him any attention.
He pursed his lips: "Three minutes."
Still, no one responded.
"Damn it, I'm not sleeping anymore, okay?"
"Um."
"..."
If you're so capable, then ignore him.
Wen Jiu and Xia Shi chuckled softly when they heard the conversation behind them.
When the bell rang, a group of students collapsed onto their desks, unable to hold on any longer.
But he hadn't been lying there long when Lao Guan suddenly arrived.
"Don't sleep yet, I have something to say," he said as he walked up to the podium and began tapping the blackboard without saying a word.
With a few thuds, the person who had just lay down reluctantly straightened up again.
"What?"
"Is there going to be another exam?"
"No way, we've already had several exams this month."
...
"What a bunch of wimps," Old Guan said, looking at the group of people below who had started complaining before he could even speak. "Are you going to let me speak or not? If you're not going to let me speak, then I'm leaving."
Let's go.
"Chen Yu!"
The students in the class couldn't help but laugh.
Old Guan glared at him, then continued, "Our school's physical exams are tomorrow. It starts in the first period of the afternoon for our second-year students. We'll line up and go down then."
"A physical exam? Does that mean I won't be able to attend classes?"
"..."
"That's all they've got," Old Guan said, too lazy to even finish his sentence, before turning and leaving.
The previously dull and lifeless atmosphere in the classroom vanished without a trace.
"A physical exam? What kind of physical exam?"
"Is there a blood test involved?"
"Ah, I don't want to."
Can I wear shoes when my height is measured?
"I'm not going to eat dinner tonight."
...
As Zhou Yanchuan listened to the discussions around him, he frowned slightly when he heard about blood drawing and subconsciously looked at the person in front of him.
She has very few fears, but getting injections is one of them.
As for why I'm afraid...
Whenever Zhou Yanchuan thought of these things, his heart ached.
A ten-year-old girl cried because she missed her mother, and her father threatened her with a syringe, sometimes even actually pricking her with the needle.
Over the years, whether it's a cold or a fever, Wen Jiu usually gets through it by taking medicine and rarely needs an IV drip or injection.
If I need to have my blood drawn tomorrow.
Zhou Yanchuan's eyes darkened.
*
When Wen Jiu heard the words "blood draw," images she thought she had forgotten inevitably surfaced in her mind.
"All you do is cry, cry, cry."
"Your mother doesn't want you anymore."
"Keep crying! Keep crying!"
Wen Jiu unconsciously reached for her arm.
Until a gentle voice whispered in her ear: "Xiao Jiu."
"Um?"
She turned her head.
Xia Shi looked worried, glanced at the arm with red scratches, and then pretended not to see it: "I want to use your eraser."
Wen Jiu's thoughts returned, she released her arm and nodded: "Okay."
*
The next day.
Under the sunlight, the leaves of the sycamore trees swayed in the wind as students lined up in the shade.
A crowd had gathered outside the clinic.
"Holy crap, they're really drawing blood! And they're taking such a huge tube!"
"How much do I need to eat to make up for it?"
"I feel like I'm going to have low blood sugar after taking this tube."
...
"Draw blood!" Chen Yu ran to the classroom to report to everyone, and even gestured with his fingers to indicate the length: "Draw such a big tube."
"ah."
The students immediately cried out in despair, looking at each other and asking, "What do we do?"
"Really? Are you going to smoke?" Su Shun asked, frightened.
"They really do smoke, and they even do skin tests."
"Does that mean I'll have to get two injections?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
