No one knows the answer.

One day later, Shu Zhan returned to school. As soon as she sat down, several classmates in the class came to greet her.

It has been more than a month since school started. We were originally from the same grade, so we can only say that we have no friendship. After becoming classmates, we will have more or less impressions. Moreover, Shu Zhan’s name is high-profile, and there is a list of honors, and no one in the class doesn’t know her.

Shuzhan answered their questions while cleaning up.

"He was injured a little and probably came here in two days."

"Well, I walked together, go to the bus stop and go along the way. The injury is to protect me. Student Jiang is a good person."

"I am a classmate in junior high school."

Amid their ambiguous "Wow" sound, Shu Zhan's expression was faint, "I can only learn in my heart."

Everyone immediately turned their faces in disgust. Soon the class bell rang and they left one after another.

Shu Zhan lowered his head to read a book.

I didn't come to class yesterday and missed a new class for a day. She looked at it and it was not too difficult to understand. After class, I went to the office to ask the teacher.

The seats beside him were empty, and there were two stacks of exercise books piled up on the table. Jiang Yuanting was not there, and Shu Zhan took over his table without hesitation.

Although it is comfortable to sit alone, it also feels... something is missing.

She took the evening study leave and went directly to the hospital to see Jiang Yuanting, and gave him some lessons.

When she left, Ning saw Wei walking with her, her eyes were bright and there was a light floating, "I handed over the manuscript. Sun Yueyue was retired."

Sun Yueyue was punished for violating the school's regulations and was unable to stay. Her parents came to move things yesterday.

Shu Zhan smiled, "That's so good."

After all, Sun Yueyue took the lead in doing those things. When Sun Yueyue left, naturally no one would come to bully Ning Jianwei for the time being.

"Vivi," she added, "If you have any grievances in the future, don't say anything, don't be bullied by others for nothing. We are all your backstage."

Ning saw Wei smiled slightly and nodded gently.

Shuzhan took the bus to the hospital. It happened to be rushing at 6 o'clock in the evening. It took nearly an hour to arrive at the hospital. It was almost seven o'clock.

She didn't have time to have dinner, and there was a pack of biscuits in her bag. She finished eating in the car. After getting off the car, Shu Zhan hesitated for a moment and planned to go to the hospital before having a meal.

So she headed straight to the hospitalization department.

As soon as I opened the door of the ward, a fragrance blew up. The boy leaned against the head of the bed, drinking the soup leisurely.

There was a thermal bucket on the bedside table, and the bowls inside were taken out and arranged in a row.

Shu Zhan heard the sound of his stomach struggling.

She swallowed without a trace, then walked over calmly, "Is your mother here?"

"I just left, I can't leave at work," he looked lazy, and he didn't wake up. "Why are you so late?"

"...Do you know how painful it is to squeeze the bus :)" Shu Zhan smiled at him.

"Didn't eat?"

Shu Zhan was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he put down his schoolbag and began to pull out the books one by one.

Jiang Yuanting responded, "My mother made a dinner for two, and her saliva was about to fall off after looking at it."

Shuzhan: "..."

The second half of the sentence left the only little emotion in her heart without any turmoil.

Sure enough, there were a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of unmoved rice on the bedside table. She took the chopsticks and went to grab the ribs from his soup bowl without hesitation. "You are lying here and playing with your phone. I have been taking a day class and squeezed into the bus for an hour."

"Ming and physical strength go hand in hand, which is good for your body," Jiang Yuanting said, "And I am already excellent enough."

Shu Zhan: "What are the three major conditions for forming Marxist philosophy?"

Jiang Yuanting was silent, hesitated for a moment, and even stuttered the answer.

However, the old lady on the hospital bed next to her laughed out loud, "It's so good to be young."

Shuzhang was so embarrassed.

What's the point? She doesn't have the energy to argue with Jiang Yuanting now.

But it seems that he has been seriously endorsing it recently.

Shu Zhan doesn't have a deep impression of the Jiang family's parents and rarely goes to their house, otherwise they would be with Jiang Yuanting in the house when they were away. Jiang's mother's skills are good, especially when she is very hungry, the food in front of her is simply delicious in the world.

Jiang Yuanting was slow and put down the bowl after a while, packed it up and put it back into the insulation bucket. Then he looked down at his phone.

But he was absent-minded, and only he knew what he was looking at.

Shu Zhan is really hungry.

After quickly solving the remaining dishes, she simply cleaned up the table and wiped her mouth to return to the topic.

"Today, politics, history and geography have taught new lessons, and I have brought you homework and books. I have brought my books. You can make up for the notes first, and then do the questions. If you don't understand, please ask me." Speaking of this, Shu Zhan glanced at his watch and said to him who was lazy, "Hurry up. I will do my homework first."

Her plan is to go home before 9:30 and strive not to get out of the original time track.

However, after waiting for a while, Jiang Yuanting didn't hear anything. When he looked up, he found that he was looking at her with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows, "Student Xiao Shu, do you think I have the ability to copy notes with my left hand?"

That slightly contemptuous expression seemed to look at a mentally retarded person.

Shu Zhan's eyes stayed on his bandaged right arm for a moment, turning his head away in embarrassment.

She forgot that he was hurting his right hand...

You don't hurt your fingers, but you will use force when writing and moving your hands, and you will accidentally get the wound. The doctor said that it is best not to move this hand in the past two days.

Fortunately, she carefully sorted out the things she wanted to bring!

"Show me," Jiang Yuanting stretched out his hand, "I hurt my hand, but you hurt your brain... It seems that you are more serious than me."

Shu Zhan’s history book was slapped on the back of his hand without hesitation: “Go away!”

She shouldn't have run to the hospital to accompany him out of guilt!

Although she was extremely reluctant, Jiang Yuanting was injured because of her. In the remaining days, Shu Zhan spent all her evening self-study time in the hospital.

On the weekend, Jiang Yuanting successfully removed the thick bandage from his hand, leaving a piece to the wound.

Those little gangsters were just wandering between adults and minors. The original intention of using the knife was just to scare people. He never thought that he would really hurt people? So the knife was stabbed in, but the wound was not too deep, and the treatment was timely and did not worsen further.

Jiang Yuanting returns to school next Monday.

He is very low-key in Class 12 and almost never leaves his seat. The people he is close to are from Class 1. Perhaps because there are more girls in the class, fewer boys, and more so, he spent more time studying.

But even so, there were many girls in the class who were interested in him. Thinking about Wang Kexin at that time, the club generally did not go to the second year of high school to promote it, and they were all targeting the first and first grades of high school, but she deliberately came to Class 10, with a clear idea.

Unfortunately, I was rejected.

They were embarrassed to ask Jiang Yuanting about his condition directly, but that didn't matter. During the break, Jiang Yuanting lay on the table to take a nap and Shuzhan was surrounded.

The girls were chirping, saying one by one, blushing, voice timid, and hearts were like deer bumping.

"Is he better?"

"How did he get injured? He's all hospitalized..."

There are countless sentences like this.

The school did not announce the facts of this matter, but only summarized them in a general way. Therefore, except for Shu Zhan and Jiang Yuanting, both parents and the parties involved, no one knew that Jiang Yuanting was stabbed. Moreover, his wound was hidden under his clothes. At first glance, it seemed that he could not see any clues.

Looking at these girls, Shu Zhan felt inexplicably irritated.

Can't you wait for her to ask yourself when she is away! You have to ask her!

"Actually, I don't know much," she said. "I took leave for evening self-study these days because I don't dare to go home very late. I have been suppressed for a long time. If you have any questions, you can ask him."

As long as he said this, several girls had to return in disappointment. When the class bell rang, Jiang Yuanting opened his eyes almost at the same time. Shu Zhan didn't believe that he could fall asleep in just ten minutes. He clearly heard those words but didn't say them.

I wonder if it was because I saw so many girls caring about me and covering my face and having fun secretly.

Pack!

He sniffed it, meaningfully, "A little sour."

Shu Zhan opened the book, not wanting to pay attention to him.

"Although I know I'm popular..." He half-joking, his tone was still scattered and arrogant, "But, Shushu, I'm not interested in them."

Shu Zhan replied perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you will only fall in love with people who can pass you..."

After saying that, she realized that Jiang Yuanting is now the last in the class, and most of the class are higher than him!

"That's it," he supported his jaw, his eyes were not open yet, his peach blossom eyes were curved, and his voice was casual, "It depends on people."

"What do you have to do with me?" Shu Zhan's expression remained unchanged.

She doesn't want to fall in love with him!

Her answer was very straightforward, and Jiang Yuanting was froze uncomfortably, and a hint of disappointment quickly passed by. He lowered his eyes, his gaze was still a little blurred, and the handwriting on the book could not be seen very clearly.

During the evening self-study, the class monitor came in to talk about the sports meeting.

As early as before the National Day holiday, the head teacher mentioned the news that the sports meeting would be held in the social office in October and November, and asked everyone to prepare for it. It would be best to practice during the National Day. But at that time, everyone was full of seven-day holidays, and even put their homework aside during the holidays, so how could they think about sports meetings?

Now that I have returned to the classroom to study, the two-day sports meeting has become a point of excitement for everyone.

It's just that registration has become a difficult task.

There are more girls in the class and fewer boys, Jiang Yuanting does not participate. The remaining dozen boys have to play several projects, but the result is still not full.

Who would like to run two thousand meters?

The girls are not going well either.

Originally, every time we took physical education class, we would be able to get upside down, let alone take the initiative to do physical activities.

The squad leader said it with great thoughts for a long time, half of it was persuasion and half of it, and finally filled out most of the forms.

Shu Zhan was naturally pulled in and participated in the 400-meter run because she was tall and had relatively long legs.
Chapter completed!