Chapter 527

Ou Yuenan took over, took out a wet towel, wiped the sweat on his face, and then carefully wiped his hands, wiping the fingers one by one, without letting go.

When she wiped her hands, Jing Qian's eyes had not been removed, and there was a faint smile on her cold little face, watching her wipe her fingers.

"Jingqian, the summer vacation is coming soon. Do you want to take piano lessons together?"

Not waiting for Jing Qian to answer, Wen Zhihan said, "definitely not, we are going to train this year, haha."

"Ah, you still have to train. Why do you go every year?" Smell speech, the small face of Ou Yuenan, frowned.

It seems that since they were in the third grade, Jing Qian has been very busy every summer vacation.

Smell speech, Jing Qian just light smile, did not speak.

No matter what, training can't be changed. We must go.

Wen Zhihan waved his hand and said, "you hurry back, the teacher whistled and gathered. In a word, Jingqian's whole summer vacation is mine, so don't think about it!"

after that, he had not laughed a few times, which made ou Yuenan stare at him.

Jing Qian put the paper towel she handed over into her pocket, and with a smile, "go back quickly, the teacher will gather. As for the summer vacation, I certainly have no time."

Ou Yuenan is in a low mood. She turns around and takes two steps. She stops suddenly. She comes back and says to Jing Qian, "after class, don't go back first. I have something to give you."

Jing Qian light of UM a, lip corner that silk if have no smile but betrayed his good mood at the moment.

As soon as ou Yuenan left, Wen Zhihan began to coax, "you, you, I will send you delicious food again. Anyway, I don't want to eat it. Haha, it's mine again!"

With that, he also laughed two times.

"What do you think ou Yuenan will give you this time? I don't like the macarone last time. It's too sweet! " Wen's cold smashed his mouth and looked forward to it.

Jing Qian looked at him with disdain. Without speaking, he turned to the horizontal bar and jumped on tiptoe. His hands firmly grasped the horizontal bar and began to pull up one by one.

"Well, it's hard to relax in school. Don't be so serious!" Saying that, he widened his eyes, "my God, nanjingqian, are you a human being? Pull up can do fifty or sixty. You should know that these are the indicators of adults, OK?"

With that, he did not dare to be lazy any more, so he went to another horizontal bar and began to practice.

Nanjingqian is so powerful. Although he doesn't want to be an excellent student, he can't hold back nanjingqian, can he!

After class, everyone went to the dressing room to change.

In the men's dressing room, Jing Qian took out his school uniform from the closet and began to take off his sports clothes.

As soon as Wen Zhihan turns around, he sees Jing Qian's Xiong chamber, and suddenly he is not calm.

"Whoa, whoa, nanjingqian, what have you eaten these days? How do you feel that you are so strong?" Say, stretch out small hand to touch Jing Qian's chest.

Just touched, was Jing Qian a slap to open, "don't make a fuss, hurry to change clothes, if you have this time, you might as well do some training, you know the physical training of the youth group is very cruel."

Hearing the speech, Wen was cold and turned his mouth.

"Well, I knew my grandfather lied to me and said that I would not go. When the time comes, I will grind out cocoons again. I am a piano player!"

Jing Qian no longer paid attention to him, quickly changed his clothes, and took the lead out of the dressing room.

Two minutes later, ou Yuenan came out.

She walked quickly to Jing Qian and said with a smile, "the action is fast enough."

Two people turn to walk toward the teaching building, Jing Qian and South Lin Mo have a very similar place, that is, they like to copy bags with both hands.

He is only a teenager, but his character is so mature. This is what Xi Muyan laments. He says that the older his son is, the less cute he is and the more facial paralysis he has.

Half way, ou Yuenan suddenly took out a small box from his pocket and handed it up.

"Here, it's for you. My aunt brought it back to me from abroad. It's said that this kind of lollipop is made on site."

Jing Qian took a look at it and said, "why don't you eat it?"

"I have. My aunt brought me two. I'll keep one for myself and send you one."

Jing Qian nodded and accepted.

"You are not allowed to give it to Wen Zhihan this time. That guy is so annoying that he eats up everything every time." Ou Yuenan small face angry, obviously very dissatisfied with the cold.

"Good."

See Jing Qian promise to come down, ou Yuenan immediately smile, "if you don't like it, eat one, and take the other home for your sister to eat."

Jing Qian took out one of them, pulled out the sugar paper and put it into his mouth. The corner of his lip bent, "good."

In the classroom, Wen Zhihan looked at the lollipop in Jing Qian's mouth and licked his lips, "is this lollipop that Ou Yuenan sent you this time?"

"Well.""Not just one?"

Jing Qian raised his eyes and looked at her. He hardly explained, "two."

As soon as Wen Zhihan's eyes brightened, he immediately said, "the other one? Give it to me? Good brothers have something to share together

Jing Qian sat upright in the position, motionless, said, "no, the other is for my little princess."

Wen Zhihan numbs his face: "break up!

In the last class, Jing Qian was paying attention to the class, but gradually he was distracted, and his eyelids were heavy.

He didn't take it seriously. He thought that there were too many physical education activities and some of them were sleepy.

He pinched his eyebrows. After a long time, he looked up at the blackboard, only to find that the words on the blackboard were more and more blurred, and even his heart had a kind of nausea.

He called the teacher and he went to the bathroom.

As soon as he got into the bathroom, he was lying on the washing table and vomited. After washing his face twice, he felt sick again when he felt dizzy.

Even after he realized that his stomach was heavy, it was not so bad.

Leaning against the wall for a while, I stepped out of the bathroom with my heavy legs.

Fortunately, their classroom is not far away from the bathroom, but it is usually half a minute's journey. He walked two minutes on the wall, sweating.

It is class time, the corridor is empty, no one found Jingqian struggling with teeth.

Finally, he came to the door of the classroom. He made a report feebly. Just as he wanted to tell the teacher that he was not feeling well, he was interrupted by the smell of blood in his throat.

At this time, the teacher was giving a lecture without noticing his gray face.

However, Wen Zhihan, who was sitting in the front row, saw it at a glance. Before he could stand up and walk by, Jing Qian had already collapsed with a plop.