The two were so close to the ground that He Qinglin could even hear Zhao Zhao's rapid heartbeat.
However, isn't this frequency a bit too fast? When he looked down, he found Zhao Zhao holding his chest with a pale face. This was the first time He Qinglin saw him like this.
I quickly straightened him up, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Zhao didn't say anything, but reached into his uniform pocket with trembling hands to take out the medicine. Seeing this, He Qinglin immediately helped him take out the medicine bottle, quickly poured him a pill, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and his hands were obviously shaking.
Zhao Zhao took the medicine and lay on the table to relax before he felt better.
"Oh my god, I will never move around again." This heart disease is like a shackle, restricting his freedom at all times.
The boy is naturally active, and with this disease, he can't even move too much when walking.
The noise in their corner was relatively quiet, so the teacher was not alarmed. Only Jiang Jiawei, who was sitting at the table in front of him, turned around and saw that his face looked a little off. He asked, "Are you having a heart attack?"
Zhao Zhao didn't have the energy to speak, so he just nodded.
"Why don't you go home and rest for two days?" Jiang Jiawei said again.
"No." Home is too quiet and not as fun as school.
"But if you go home now, not only might you not have to take the exam, you might not even have to write that thousand-word self-review."
Jiang Jiawei leaned close to him and whispered, then paused and added, "You probably haven't written it yet. You have to hand it in to the teacher tomorrow."
If he hadn't reminded her, Zhao Zhao would have forgotten about reviewing this matter and was instantly shaken.
"What review?"
He Qinglin, who heard their conversation clearly, put down his pen and turned to ask.
It's rare for this iceberg to take the initiative to talk.
Zhao Zhao waved his hand indifferently. He was always unwilling to give in to others. "It's just a small self-reflection for skipping class. It's nothing."
He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was bleeding madly. And he hadn't even written a self-criticism yet!
"oh."
So, He Qinglin went back to read his "book of sages" and seemed to be asking just out of pure curiosity.
Zhao Zhao was very grateful for the help he had just given her, but she didn't say anything seeing how aloof he was.
He turned around and continued talking to Jiang Jiawei, "There's no rush to review this. I can write it out effortlessly tomorrow."
So, when he got home that night, he called Ye Xi, who was still with him at Yu's house, and said, "My brother said that your business skills are top-notch."
Ye Xi patted his head and said modestly, "Thank you for the compliment."
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao silently sent the self-review requirements to his mobile phone, "I ask you to do me a favor and give me this self-review tomorrow. The specific requirements will be sent to your mobile phone."
In response to his instructions, Ye Xi, who was specially sent to take care of him, said that of course there was no problem. As a former top student, he had a smooth and fluent manuscript in Zhao Zhao's hands in less than an hour.
Zhao Zhao smiled. As expected, the person his brother gave him was reliable, just as reliable as his brother.
…
Time passed smoothly and it was the day of the monthly exam. Since it was the first exam of the semester, their exam seats were assigned randomly.
There are twenty classes in the whole grade, divided into about thirty examination rooms. Each examination room has a large space, but only accommodates about thirty people.
In order to ensure the authenticity of their scores, the school strictly follows the requirements of the college entrance examination.
Zhao Zhao got up late that day, but due to health reasons he couldn't rush. By the time he slowly wandered to his examination room No. 21, his classmates had already started the exam.
Fortunately, there was still time. Zhao Zhao picked up the pen to look at the question. Just as he wrote one word, another young man quickly sat down in the empty seat next to him.
The young man must have been walking fast and was breathing heavily.
After a while, there was the sound of the man rummaging through his pencil case.
Zhao Zhao frowned, concentrating on doing the questions, when suddenly a low voice came from beside him.
"Classmate, can I borrow a pen?"
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