Chapter 170

On the way back to the classroom in Tang Dynasty, he was obviously in a better mood, because when he thought that ye ChuChu's kindness to an Ziyan might be due to his guilt, the haze in his heart was gone.

Ye ChuChu and an Ziyan come to the school doctor's room. The school doctor takes a thermometer to help ye ChuChu measure the temperature. It's not high, but it's a little low fever. Moreover, he gives them a few white pills and tells them to go back to class.

With a tired body, ye ChuChu goes to the green belt outside and sits down. An Ziyan has already poured a cup of warm water and comes to her to stand.

An Ziyan, with warm water in one hand and pills spread out in the other, said softly to ye ChuChu, "come on, ChuChu, take the medicine."

"Well..." ye ChuChu raised his hand to take the pill, with a "die or die" expression. As soon as his eyes closed, he held his breath and quickly threw the medicine into his mouth. He raised his head and drank a mouthful of water to swallow it. He swallowed it several times before swallowing it.

But the bitterness in his mouth made ye ChuChu's pretty eyebrows wrinkle into a ball. He complained in his voice: "ah... It's even more bitter than Coptis chinensis. I don't want to take this pill next time!"

An Ziyan looked sad and laughing, raised his hand to touch ye ChuChu's head, and said in a doting tone: "you, this is medicine, not snacks. Can you still be choosy? Drink more water and gargle. It will be better. "

Ye ChuChu shook his head, refused: "no, drink again, I'm afraid to spit out, I'll just endure."

"Why don't we go into the medical room and lie down for a while to see if it will feel better?"

"No, didn't you just look at the old witch's face? It is estimated that when we are bad students who play truant, we should go back to the head teacher... "Ye ChuChu pauses, raises his hand, rubs his dizzy head, and then says:" the time for the game is almost over, let's go. "

"Well, well, if you're uncomfortable, remember to say it. It's still an annual competition. It's really not good. We won't compete." An Ziyan said with a worried look.

"I see. I can handle it. Let's go."

An Ziyan nodded, took ye ChuChu's violin, followed her and walked slowly.

Li Junhao sat in ye ChuChu's empty seat and said with a smile to the Tang Dynasty: "in the Tang Dynasty, let's go to the media classroom. It's said that an Ziyan and ye ChuChu are competing. Let's go and refuel."

Tang time has no time to answer, one side of the blue min son a face disdain, preemptive opening way: "Li Junhao, go, you don't understand, pretend what elegant."

"I love to be elegant, but you can't do it! You LAN min'er always says that ye ChuChu can play the violin, but you are not jealous at the bottom of your heart! "

"I'm jealous!" LAN min'er's voice immediately went up several degrees. A pair of beautiful eyes glared at Li Junhao and said, "I'm LAN min'er. What else do I need to envy her, ye ChuChu?"

"You are envious that she studies better than you. You are envious that she is more popular with men than you. You are also envious..." Li Junhao smiles with a thief on his face. His unkind eyes fall on Tang Shi and he says: "you are still envious. Tang Shi likes ye ChuChu and doesn't like you!"

"You..." Lan min'er is blocked and speechless. She glances at Yu Guang's eyes and looks indifferent. Tang Shi, who has nothing to do with himself, feels embarrassed. She bites her lips hard and stomps her feet reluctantly. She turns around and leaves the classroom quickly.

Li Junhao then smiles contentedly, and pulls Tang Shi out of the classroom carelessly, saying: "let's go, next class self-study, we'll go back, it's OK."

So in Tang Dynasty, Li Junhao took him to the media classroom.