Chapter 17 Send you to the infirmary

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 17 Send you to the infirmary

Shen Qing paused and turned back stiffly, "Teacher, can I ask for leave?"

Zhang Jianshan smiled kindly and said, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

She was about to nod, but when she turned to one side, she noticed that all the eyes in the classroom were on her.

Shen Qing gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, teacher, I can run."

He smiled and nodded, "That's good. Our school attaches great importance to the balance between work and rest."

Being at the same table as Xie Mingchao was enough to arouse public outrage. If he failed during the first exercise, they would probably hate him even more.

She luckily thought that it would be okay if she just exercised moderately.

Shen Qing returned to her seat and whispered to the person next to her: "Classmate Xie, do you know how big the running range is?"

He kept moving as he wrote, "Running twice around the complex building from the No. 3 teaching building."

Teaching Building No. 3 is for the second grade of high school, and the comprehensive building is where Shen Qing reported. She remembered that it was far away from here, and she followed Sun Bingchun for a long time that day.

It's over, her body probably can't bear it.

Shen Qing was already regretting that she had agreed to participate in the running exercise to save her face. She pressed her waist and rubbed it distressedly.

Xie Mingchao caught a glimpse of her movements from the corner of his eye and said in a loose tone, "I'm sorry about your waist."

She subconsciously responded: "It doesn't matter..." Then she looked at him blankly, "Waist?"

He patiently explained, "Well, I pulled you too hard."

"It's not your problem. It was twisted when I was moving things yesterday." Shen Qing did not expect that Xie Mingchao would take the initiative to apologize, and his consciousness was still in a daze. "You don't need to apologize for this."

Moving things? Xie Mingchao inexplicably remembered the movement upstairs last night, and Shen Qing also happened to live in Taoyuan Community.

He hesitated and asked: "Where do you live..."

"Classmates, student Shen Qing's composition has been printed out urgently!" Zhang Jianshan's delighted voice came from far away and came before anyone arrived.

Shen Qing looked at the stack of paper in Zhang Jianshan's hand in disbelief. Her composition had been printed?

Zhang Jianshan shook the paper and said, "Here, let the Chinese class representative distribute it."

The class representative was a dark-skinned boy wearing glasses, and I admired his skill in distributing.

His expression changed from initial scrutiny to doubt, and then he stopped counting papers in his hands in shock.

The two girls in the front row were Xie Mingchao's number one girlfriend fans in Class 9. When they saw Kong Guang was stunned, they quickly grabbed one.

The girl obviously didn't believe it, "I don't believe she wrote it herself!"

Her deskmate also echoed: "Shen Qing did not participate in the school entrance examination. Who can prove whether she took it home to check the information and wrote it?"

"I can prove it."

The voice from the corner came clearly, and everyone turned around following the sound.

Seeing that it was Xie Mingchao, the expressions of the two girls changed.

Shen Qing was slightly surprised and poked his waist with a pen under the table, "Hey, what are you doing..."

Xie Mingchao calmly moved to the left, frowning slightly, and glanced at the two people with emotionless eyes.

The two of them shrank back with guilty conscience.

"She wrote it in the chemistry class yesterday afternoon. She started writing the first line about the properties of oils and fats."

Shen Qing: There is no need to remember it so clearly...

Everyone knew that she didn't listen carefully in class.

Zhang Jianshan coughed twice to calm down the atmosphere, "So this essay by student Shen Qing can be guaranteed to be original, so everyone can read it with confidence."

Shen Qing felt ashamed that her random moaning was being watched by everyone, so when the copy was sent to her, she didn't read it and gave it directly to Xie Mingchao.

"I'll give it to you as a scratch paper."

Seeing how hard she was trying to cover her eyes with her hands, he still took it.

When Shen Qing heard that the entire grade was reading her essay, she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to run two laps on the playground in the next second.

The new book was given to her by Zhang Jianshan during self-study in the afternoon, but she had no intention of listening to the lectures in the next two classes because her old problem of dysmenorrhea recurred.

Xie Mingchao felt his desktop shaking faintly and looked sideways at her.

Shen Qing lay on the table, sitting with her knees together, her legs resting on the crossbar of the chair, against the drawer opening, her hands on her abdomen, her body trembling slightly.

He glanced at the math teacher on the podium, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

She barely turned half of her face, her face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Shen Qing cheered up, moved the corners of her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's just that... my stomach hurts."

Xie Mingchao immediately understood her current situation, closed her pen and prepared to stand up.

"I'll take you to the infirmary."

"Don't..." She grimaced and begged in a low voice, "I will be killed by your girlfriend's fans."

"I'm not a celebrity, I'm just an ordinary high school student," he said with a cold expression, "My classmates are just classmates, you don't need to care about their opinions."

Shen Qing was about to faint from the pain. A layer of white mist appeared in front of her eyes, and Xie Mingchao's face began to blur. Then her eyesight went dark and she lost consciousness.

He tried calling her, "Hey, Shen Qing."

But she had already fainted and had no reaction at all.

The math teacher noticed the movement in the corner, stopped teaching, and walked quickly towards them.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Mingchao picked up Shen Qing and said, "She is not feeling well. I will take her to the infirmary first."

The math teacher looked at it blankly, "Oh, okay."

There was a sigh of relief in the classroom.

"Oh my God, Xie Mingchao hugged Shen Qing directly?"

"It makes me sour, I really want to pierce Shen Qing's soul!"

"They must be nothing, it's just that Xie Mingchao is eager to help others!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mom’s little Xie is coming into her own, and she’s finally close to being a woman.”

"It took a lot of effort to get a beautiful girl here, but as soon as she arrived, she was kidnapped by Xie Mingchao. I'm so jealous!"

The math teacher returned to the podium, knocked on the table with a big triangle ruler, "Okay, okay, don't make any noise, let's continue the class."

Zhou Chen took Shen Qing's essay to the printing shop to prepare it for coating, but a gust of wind blew beside him, almost blowing his paper away.

He was about to curse when he looked up and saw Xie Mingchao holding Shen Qing and walking quickly towards the infirmary.

"Fuck, what are you going to do to my Shen Qing!"

Zhou Chen cursed and chased after him.

"Doctor, show her."

Before the doctor had time to see who the patient was, a person was placed on the bed.

"She often stays up late, and the endocrine system is disrupted due to irregular menstruation."

Zhou Chen heard these words when he ran in panting, and ran straight to the doctor, "Then treat her quickly!"

"What are you arguing about? She's not terminally ill," the doctor frowned and took a step back. "I'll give her a painkiller injection, take some blood-replenishing medicine and rest for a while."

Zhou Chen couldn't wait to ask: "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"She'll wake up in a moment. Why are you in a hurry?" The doctor pushed him away impatiently and closed the curtain. "Let her have a good rest and don't make any noise."
Chapter completed!