At around eight o'clock, Li Zheng returned home on crutches. Not only was his whole body sore, but his brain was also heavy.

But he still insisted on completing his homework and washed Marbury's jersey by the way so that he could return it to Qiao Sheng the next day.

Li Zheng used a crutch to dry clothes, eat with a crutch, wash his face and brush his teeth with a crutch. Li Zheng gradually adapted to this rhythm.

Lao Li came back just after nine o'clock. He first scolded Li Zheng and said that he didn't feel sorry for him. Then he asked for leave for Li Zheng and forced him to stay in bed for at least two days before he gave up.

He also brought back good news: Teacher Hu Chunmei’s surgery was a perfect success and the tumor test was benign.

Li Zheng asked Lao Li to let Hu Chunmei be raised for a few more years, preferably until Teacher Xiao Tang finishes their senior year of high school.

At ten o'clock sharp, Li Zheng finally finished taking care of the day's affairs.

Usually, this is the time to study.

But at this moment, he really had no energy. After setting the alarm clock, he fell down on the bed.

…

When Li Zheng woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

The pain in my calf has eased a lot, but the pain all over my body has gotten worse.

What followed was an indescribable feeling of fatigue and lethargy, which is probably what a hangover feels like.

Eating the breakfast left by Lao Li, he felt that his study status was very poor.

Sure enough, the body is the capital of learning.

After confirming that we can win yesterday, it would be better to end the game earlier.

I was so carried away that I drifted away.

Li Zheng couldn't help but feel regretful. Even eating eggs tasted like wax.

He began to comfort himself.

Although I was sick this time, I delayed my studies.

But it can also be regarded as a lesson.

As the saying goes, I have to examine myself three times a day.

He began to reflect.

Being successful in life is like getting drunk from drinking.

It is inevitable to lose your mind and do stupid things.

Please be extra cautious in the future.

The more proud you are, the more stable you must be.

Think about it, if you win the Nobel Prize in the future, you will probably be even more proud, and the price of self-aggrandizement will only be greater.

Thinking of myself in a neat suit, holding a trophy in my hand, still stable.

Li Zheng's mood finally calmed down a bit.

This is his usual way of comforting himself.

Encountered setbacks → painful reflection → lessons learned → I became stronger → Nobel Prize → happy.

Although the logic is imperfect, it works well over time.

After having a full meal, Li Zheng was in poor condition, so he tried the table below, 36.5, no burning.

It can only be physical overload caused by excessive exercise + Red Bull + Lin Yujing brand adrenaline.

Then, he made a pot of tea as usual and returned to the table on crutches.

He rubbed his forehead, but he was still in poor condition.

I'm afraid it will slow down.

Staying still meant staying still. He picked up his phone and opened WeChat, ready to urge Zhang Xiaoke to study.

However, as soon as I entered, I saw "46" pending prompts on the [Contact Book] button below.

When I clicked on it, I saw that they were all friend requests.

And they are all girls.

Girls of all grades.

[daniella: Can you meet me, senior?]

【.Su Rannianhua: You look so handsome playing basketball~】

[Ichishao╭ァ:Have you received the letter? ()]

[royal: Hi, I am Chen Jinyu. I just realized that I have been in the same class for more than a year and I haven’t added a friend yet~]

[You are the first to insert the bid and sell it: My son, give me a friend's seat. 】

…

Li Zheng became more and more interested.

I was already uncomfortable, and these things disturbed my study.

Also, Qiao Bixia, with your ID, who the hell is chatting with you?

It's true that misfortunes never come singly.

If this were the sanctimonious old man from the library, he would probably be happy.

He simply closed WeChat and opened the bar.

Although it’s not good to watch videos, I have to grab something to refresh myself at this moment.

Just watch two cat videos.

Half an hour later.

Li Zheng put down his phone full of guilt.

The big data recommendation mechanism is too much, and I accidentally read a dozen of them.

No, you have to learn.

He took advantage of the situation to check his vitality.

[Today’s vitality value: 0/188 hours, 28 times.]

ah.

Finally, there is something happy.

There are so many vitality points that they are almost overflowing.

What troubles, what happy troubles.

However, this time it was really too much.

It is necessary to calculate the source a little bit.

The 15 minutes of unparalleled time yesterday gave me 120 hours of vitality.

Including normal daily recovery, which is about 30 hours, it should only be 160 hours at most.

But now it’s almost 190 hours.

The extra 30 hours can only be the part that was not used yesterday.

In other words, vitality can be accumulated.

This is a great thing.

But whether it can be accumulated infinitely is still unclear.

Use some if you can.

Li Zheng then took a sip of tea and filled the pen with water.

Start studying with your injuries.

But he didn't study for long before he started to feel dizzy.

Even the warm-up math questions made me feel dizzy.

After all, my body is still too overdrawn and out of shape.

Looking at the vitality value, it has not been used up in an hour.

Uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth and continued to do the questions.

The more I do it, the more dizzy I feel and my writing becomes messier.

Gritting his teeth and sweating all over his body.

I want to... do the questions...

Why...do you do this to me...

After a few minutes, Li Zheng finally threw away the pen.

No more.

The strong school was reduced to ashes.

If I try this question again, I'm afraid I'm going to die.

After drinking some more water, he retreated to the bed with regret.

Don't bully young people into poverty.

Just wait, I will get back the questions I lost sooner or later.

…

Yinghu Middle School, the bell rang, it was time for gymnastics.

The students stood up together, but they all looked at two empty desks one after another.

Today, two people didn't come.

It just happened to be Lin Yujing and Li Zheng.

Some people have wild imaginations.

Some people are miserable alone.

Yes, Jiang Qinghua has been in a daze for several classes.

On Saturday, Lin Yujing and Li Zheng spent time together.

On Sunday, Lin Yujing fell ill.

On Tuesday, Li Zheng fell ill.

What happened in between?

What kind of contact have they had?

Jiang Qinghua was in so much pain that she didn't even dare to think about it.

The tree wants to be still, but the wind doesn't stop.

He has obviously quit.

But why, it still hurts.

"Dang Dang Dang."

There was a knock on the glass at the back door.

Jiang Qinghua looked back and saw that it was Tang Zhifei. She was observing again.

Observe me?

Tang Zhifei gestured for him to come out.

Jiang Qinghua hurriedly ran out of the classroom.

Then, Tang Zhifei led Jiang Qinghua towards the office.

"Teacher Tang, I don't need to go to the gym?" Jiang Qinghua asked.

"No, let's talk about something." Tang Zhifei was mysterious.

Jiang Qinghua smelled a trick.

After entering the office, Tang Zhifei closed the door, looked at each other and sat down with Jiang Qinghua.

His face was filled with a deep and conspiratorial smile.

This is

The head teacher's smile.

Jiang Qinghua is very familiar with this kind of smile.

As a class teacher, if you want to manage a class well, superficial communication alone is not enough.

Who is the good student, who is the troublemaker, who is planning to cause trouble, and who is the black sheep.

It is difficult to fully grasp this information through observation alone.

Therefore, the head teacher needs an eye liner.

An informant among the students.

Jiang Qinghua is not talented. She has been working as an eyeliner since the first class in kindergarten.

This is of course for the benefit of the students.

Strangely enough, he never expressed his loyalty on his own initiative, he was always chosen by the head teacher.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qinghua shuddered.

Could it be that I have the face of a teenager?
Chapter completed!