She is soft on my heart

Chapter 117 fainted

Xiao Jia was very timid, but she was even more angry. She gritted her teeth and used Pan Pan's yin and yang tone to speak back in public: "Oh, how can you say that? Let's learn from now, anyway, there are two more years before the New Year's Eve party." It's been a few weeks, you're so smart and you'll be able to get it right, and when you take the stage, you'll definitely give our squad leader a good face."

There was uncontrollable sniggering in the class, Pan Pan stared and stood up, blushing and looking at her thickly, "Are you sick?!"

"You're the only fucking sick! You idiot!" Ru Ling suddenly roared from behind.

Xiao Jia had already typed up a draft of the cursing back this time, but it was still useless, but she felt that it was more powerful for Ru Ling to yell such words, so she praised them in her heart.

Qiu Qize pushed down his glasses, and said seriously: "Okay, okay, don't quarrel."

As the class monitor, he is good at everything, but his honest and gentle temper can't control the discipline. Pan Pan continued to argue: "Didn't you brag about yourself in the dormitory? When it comes to business, you can't do it?"

Li Xing Shen was dizzy, and said in a warm voice, "I didn't say I was very good."

Pan Pan lightly "hummed", "Did you say that you know it in your heart."

Ru Ling's violent temper couldn't be suppressed anymore, she was about to stand up and rush over, "You can't fucking stop"

"boom--"

Suddenly there was a loud sound of the table being kicked, and the runaway Ru Ling stopped. The whole group turned their eyes and fell into silence.

It's over, it's over, Mr. Jiang is often absent recently, forgetting that he is still there
Jiang Cong leaned against the back table, sitting in a slack posture, and the two tables in front of him were tilted by him.

He put away the phone, raised his eyelids and looked forward, his eyes passed through many obstacles, and paused for two seconds on the only thin figure who didn't turn around, and then lightly glanced at Pan Pan's stiff face.

His expression didn't change, he didn't speak, he just stared at her, while his black eyes darkened, he felt a sense of oppressive pressure.

Pan Pan trembled, his face turned pale, and he sat down dumb within two seconds. Before Jiang never made a sound, his heart was hanging on the ceiling.

Jiang Cong still didn't speak, turned his gaze back to Li Xingchen, stayed for a while, then got up, and went out through the back door.

There was a sound of chest slapping and relief in the class after the catastrophe.

"Scared to death, scared to death."

Only then did Li Xingshen turn his head and glance at the back door where he left.

There was a big discussion between classes, and the program of the musical sitcom is temporarily to be determined.

"Let her do it, and she will die sooner or later." Xiao Jia stared at Pan Pan, who was so frightened that he still hadn't recovered. He was very happy and hummed a song.

Li Xing was stunned for a moment, then picked up the water cup and went to the back to fetch hot water.

It was a complete accident for Li Xingshen to play the cello, a hobby that sounds expensive. It was because Zhao Hui fell in love with a little fresh meat for a while, and thought he was handsome in playing the cello, so he wanted to gild Li Yun.

Because at that time, there were discounts for a few people who signed up to save money, Zhao Hui and her poker friends were still one short away from joining a group, so she signed up for her too. As a result, Li Yun was not interested in the class and did not attend a few sessions, but Li Xingchen practiced. It's okay.

Today is another Friday, and the last class in the morning is physical education. Everyone thought that Jiang Cong had left, but who knew that he would appear on the playground again during the assembly.

Both Xiao Jia and Ru Ling were very worried about Li Xingshen's weak body, and advised her to ask for leave to rest in class, but Li Xingshen really felt better, and didn't want to be special, so she insisted on coming to PE class.

Not only did Li Xingshen have to take physical education class, but he was so stubborn that he insisted on running laps. His small body dragged behind the tail of the team and looked at the precarious one. The physical education teacher couldn't bear it, so he reduced the three laps to two laps.

After running laps and doing exercises, the teacher blew the whistle to move freely, Xiao Jiaruling wanted to sneak to the cafeteria to cook food in advance, Li Xingchen lost the energy to walk now, and wanted to rest for a while to go back to work, so the two of them offered to help bring meals.

The noon sun brought a little warmth in the cool air, Li Xingshen squatted on the lawn to recover her strength, but suddenly her lower abdomen throbbed, she curled up, her small face wrinkled.

When the convulsive pain passed, her face turned pale, and she stood up forcefully, her body swaying unsteadily.

She walked slowly step by step, but Pan Pan came over to block her inexplicably, together with another girl.

"Hey, the physical education teacher asked you to move those equipment back to the equipment room." Pan Pan pointed behind her.

Li Xing frowned, and looked back, the main reason was the shot put scattered all over the ground, and there were other things.

"I"

When she turned her head again, Pan Pan had already dragged the girl away.

The physical education teacher just advised her not to run if she couldn't. How could she be asked to carry those strenuous shot puts? Li Xingchen is not a fool.

She ignored Pan Pan's words and continued to walk outside the playground, but stopped after a few steps, looked around, and saw that everyone had slipped away.

Li Xingchen stood for a while clutching his stomach, then turned around and walked towards the messy pile of shot puts that no one cared about.

It took a few minutes for her to walk over slowly, and the moment she knelt down to pick up the first ball, there was another convulsion of pain.

Li Xingchen closed her eyes, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, she couldn't squat firmly, and fell to the ground.

When the labor pain subsided, she stood up again with difficulty, picked up a few balls and put them into the cart. She held the cart to stop for a while, and continued to pick it up.

Li Xingchen felt that she was top-heavy, and her steps were swaying. The moment she bent over to pick up the ball, she suddenly became dizzy, lost her center of gravity, and fell sideways.

The blurred vision was reversed, Li Xingchen's whole body seemed to be falling apart, she huddled on the ground, her consciousness gradually lost, and her eyelids were about to close.

In a trance, at the last moment of closing his eyes, a black figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes, running towards her desperately.

Retaining the last vestige of consciousness, she heard Jiang Cong's voice.

The body flew into the air, and she fell into the warm embrace filled with his light breath. For a moment, Li Xingshen felt that this was a dream, and subconsciously leaned against his chest, whispering his name softly: "Jiang Cong."

Li Xingshen lost the last trace of consciousness in the bumps, but she knew that Jiang was here.

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When Li Xingchen opened his eyes again, he saw a pure white ceiling, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the air.

It's the school infirmary.

She froze for a moment, turned her head slightly, and saw Jiang Cong standing beside the bed.

It happened to meet the deep worry in the boy's eyes, and the slack caused by her waking up.

"Jiang Cong." She called him in a weak voice.

"Yeah." He responded lightly, suppressing all the emotions in his eyes, but his voice was a little cold: "The school doctor said that you had a cold and a low-grade fever, and you passed out from exhaustion."

Li Xingchen looked at him and didn't speak.

The little girl was so fragile that she would break if she touched it. Jiang never could bear it, and looked away, "I'll call you at the same table."

After that, he turned to leave.

"Jiang Cong." Li Xingchen yelled anxiously, sat up with all his strength, and grabbed his arm regardless of the drip in his hand.

She stood up suddenly and felt dizzy again, but she didn't let go.

Jiang Cong noticed her blood returning from the needle, frowned, and immediately turned back to her, put her hand flat, and didn't allow her to move any more.

Li Xingchen grabbed the corner of his clothes with his other hand, raised his small face to look at him, and said in a weak voice, "Don't go."

"Lie down first." Jiang Cong's tone was still calm.

"Then don't go." Li Xing did not let go.

Jiang Cong lowered his eyelids, looking at her pupils covered with a thin layer of mist, his heart suddenly softened, his voice finally softened in compromise, and coaxed: "I won't go."

Li Xingchen lay down obediently, seeing her pitiful appearance, Jiang Cong hummed in a low voice, a little angry and aggrieved.

"Aren't you quite capable when you reject me?"

(End of this chapter)