Chapter 513

Ou Yuenan took it over, took out a wet towel, wiped the sweat on her face, and then carefully wiped her hands, wiping her fingers one by one.

When she wiped her hands, Jing Qian's eyes never moved away. A faint smile hung on her cold little face and watched her wipe her fingers.

"Jing Qian, the summer vacation is coming soon. Do you want to go to piano class together?"

Before Jing Qian could answer, Wen Zhihan said first, "I'm sure we won't go. We're going to training this year, hehe."

"Ah, I have to go to training. Why do you go every year?" Hearing the speech, ou Yuenan's small face wrinkled unhappily.

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

Hearing the speech, Jing Qian just smiled faintly and didn't speak.

Anyway, the intensive training can't be changed. We must go.

Wen Zhihan waved his hand and said, "go back quickly. The teacher whistled and gathered. In short, Jing Qian's whole summer vacation is mine. Don't think about it!"

With that, he didn't laugh a few times, which made ou Yuenan stare at him.

Jing Qian put the paper towel she handed over into his pocket and smiled, "go back quickly. The teacher will gather. As for the summer vacation, I must have no time."

Ou Yuenan was in a low mood. She turned and walked for two steps. She suddenly stopped. She came back and said to Jing Qian, "after class, change your clothes. Don't go back first. I have something to give you."

Jing Qian gave a faint hum, but the faint smile on his lips betrayed his good mood at the moment.

As soon as ou Yuenan left, Wen Zhihan began to coax, "Yo Yo, I'm sure I'll send you delicious food again. Anyway, I won't eat it. Hey hey, it's mine again!"

With that, he smiled twice.

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

Jing Qian looked at him contemptuously. He didn't speak. He turned and walked to the horizontal bar, tiptoed and jumped. He firmly grasped the horizontal bar with both hands and began to pull up one by one.

"Hey, it's hard to relax at school. Don't be so serious!" As he spoke, he stared, "my God, Nan Jingqian, are you human? You can do fifty or sixty with pull-up. You know, these are all indicators of adults, okay!"

With that, he dared not be lazy any more. He hurried 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 at that time, 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 wardrobe and began to take off his sportswear.

As soon as Wen Zhihan turned around and saw Jing Qian's chamber, he was not calm again.

"Wow, nanjingqian, what have you eaten these days? How do you feel that you are so strong?" Then he stretched out his little hand to touch Jing Qian's chest.

As soon as he touched it, Jing Qian slapped him open. "Don't make trouble and change your clothes quickly. If you have this time to talk nonsense, it's better to do some training quickly. You know, the physical training of the youth group is very cruel."

Hearing the speech, Wen Zhihan turned his mouth again.

"Hum, I knew my grandpa lied to me and said I wouldn't go. At that time, I'll grind out a cocoon. I'm the hand playing the piano!"

Jing Qian ignored 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."

They turned and walked towards the teaching building. Jing Qian and Nanlin Mo have a very similar place, that is, they like to copy pockets with both hands very much.

Mingming is only a teenager, but his character is so mature. This is what Xi Muyan laments. He says that the older his son grows, the less cute his character is and the more paralyzed his face is.

Halfway through, ou Yuenan suddenly took out a small box from her pocket and handed it to her.

"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 it, opened it, looked at it and said, "why don't you eat?"

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

Jing Qian nodded and took it.

"You are not allowed to give it to Wen Zhihan this time. That guy is so annoying. He eats up everything every time!" Ou Yuenan was angry on her small face and was obviously dissatisfied with Wen Zhihan.

"OK."

Seeing Jing Qian's promise, ou Yuenan immediately smiled, "if you don't like it, eat one and take the other home to your sister."

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

In the classroom, Wen Zhihan looked at the lollipop in Jing Qian's mouth and licked his lips, "what ou Yuenan gave you this time is a lollipop?"

"Yes."

"No, just one?"

Jing Qian raised his eyes and looked at her. It was hard to explain, "two."

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

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

Warm cold numb face:

break off relations!

In the last class, Jing Qian was listening attentively, but gradually he was distracted. His eyelids were heavy.

He didn't take it seriously. He thought that there were too many activities in PE class and he was sleepy.

He pinched the center of his eyebrows. After a while, he looked up at the blackboard, but found that the words on the blackboard were becoming more and more blurred, even in his heart there was a sense of nausea.

He told the teacher that he went to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he vomited faintly on the washstand. After washing his vomit, he just washed his face twice. When he felt dizzy, he felt sick again.

The continuous vomiting made him realize that it was not as simple as eating his stomach. Even his eyelids became heavier and heavier. The nausea in his heart subsided, which was an unspeakable taste.

He leaned against the wall and gasped for a while before stepping away his heavy legs and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

Fortunately, their class classroom is not far from the bathroom, but it is usually half a minute away. He walked with the wall for two minutes and was sweating.

It was class time. The corridor was empty. No one found Jing Qian struggling with his teeth.

Finally, he walked to the door of the classroom. He gave a weak report. As soon as he wanted to tell the teacher that he was not feeling well, he was interrupted by the sudden smell of blood in his throat.

At this time, the teacher was giving a lecture and didn't notice his gray face.

Wen Zhihan, who was sitting in the front row, saw it at a glance. Before he stood up and walked over, Jing Qian had already collapsed to the ground with a plop.