Song Yan took several steps back, and finally fell on the grass and exclaimed: "Ah..."

A painful expression appeared on his face, and his hands were supported by his side, looking like he couldn't get up.

Ye Yumin, who had already run the third lap, saw the situation on Song Yan and ran towards her quickly.

The girls from Class 1 and 3 of high school also rushed over.

The class monitor in his own class was bullied, so how could they sit still?

Deputy squad leader Zhao Xiaolan squatted beside Song Yan and asked, "Squad leader, how are you doing? Can you still get up?"

The rest of the students in Class 3 blamed the junior who just pushed others.

"What do you mean? You dare to do it in front of the teacher. Do you think the school rules are just decorations?"

"That's right, I can't say anything."

"Look, we can't even get up after pushing our squad leader. How much effort did you use? Do you want to throw someone to death?"

The accused schoolgirl was stunned.

She didn't use much effort just now, so why can't she get up anymore? She must be pretending.

"She is pretending, don't be deceived by him." Zhao Xiaowei blushed and defended.

The physical education teacher standing beside him growled and said, "Shut up, just yell at me, and even beat people, right? Let me run away, so do you? You just fall down and get a little skin. What's this? You even bring your head to make trouble. Do you think my teacher is a decoration?"

The physical education teacher was furious and ordered them to run until the end of get out of class, which meant that they had no need to play this physical education class.

Zhao Xiaoli didn't expect this to happen. She glared at her cousin with some resentment in her heart.

It’s all her fault. If she hadn’t acted in front of the teacher, she would have been the one who needs to be sympathized with now.

Now they have been destroyed by Zhao Xiaowei and scolded by the physical education teacher, and they have not gained any benefits.

These students from Class 3 of junior high school continued to run reluctantly.

Zhao Xiaoli naturally needs to cooperate.

Song Yan blamed several students in her class and helped them to the infirmary.

When she arrived at the infirmary, Song Yan asked Liu Shan to stay and asked the other students in the class to go back.

Dr. Song from the infirmary saw that Song Yan's face was a little pale and asked, "Look at your lips and face are a little pale. How can you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yan shook her head and said, "Doctor Song, I have mild thalassemia. I ran two laps just now, but now I am just a little tired. Let me rest for a while and go back to the classroom to take the medicine later."

Dr. Song nodded and said, "Then you stay here and rest for a while. If you can't run, you can apply to your physical education teacher not to run."

"It's okay." Song Yan smiled slightly.

Dr. Song shook his head and said, "It's still half an hour before get out of class is over. Why don't you stay here and sleep for a while and let your classmates accompany you."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Song."

"Then I'll go out first, just call me if you have anything."

"OK!"

Dr. Song left the infirmary, and Liu Shan quickly walked to Song Yan and asked her worriedly: "Are you uncomfortable? When I saw that girl chasing you just now, the expression on your face was very painful. Tell me where the pain is."
Chapter completed!