I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Human and Dragon in Harmony: If we have the chance to meet, I'll treat you to a meal.

I missed it: Although I felt I wouldn't have a chance to eat this meal, I still remembered it.

Human and dragon in harmony: Of course, I also remember the kindness of the president in lending me the book.

Human and dragon in harmony: I'll definitely treat the president to a meal when I have the chance.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: I'll treat you to a meal, it's not like I need your meal.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: You should focus on your college entrance exam. What if I need someone to work for me in the future?

Humans and dragons in harmony: 9 to 5 with weekends off, 80% of the work time is spent slacking off, all holidays are off, and after the time off is adjusted, there is no need to make up for the work. Are we not working like cattle and horses?

Human-Dragon Unity: I think that's not impossible.

Human and Dragon in One: President, as long as you give me an offer, I'll be yours from now on!

Use a seductive approach: "Such a good thing is really happening to you?" The chairman looked at me; I have a higher degree than him.

Human-Dragon Unity: What if? I haven't even taken the exam yet. What if my educational background is higher than yours?

A seductive gesture: Hehe, then I'll give you a blank check too.

Try this enticing approach: Don't even mention surpassing me; if you can get into a university on par with mine, I'll treat you to a meal.

A seductive approach: Money's no object, take whatever you want.

Human-Dragon Unity: A Real Empty Promise.

Use a seductive approach: Learn from you.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Get lost, I don't want you guys who have no ambition whatsoever.

Human-Dragon Unity: What is Ambition? Can you eat it?

A seductive allure: Ah, capital.

It's been cancelled: Oh dear, what a joke.

Human-Dragon Unity: Ah, surplus value.

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You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: For the next tabletop role-playing game, the character card backgrounds submitted by the above-mentioned participants must be no less than 5,000 words and cannot be written as a diary entry, otherwise they will be rejected.

A seductive plea: Gu, kill me.

Human and Dragon as One: Guh, kill me.

"Didn't get a chance to write this: This isn't character background, it's a thesis!"

Bai Bai: I have something to do next time, so I won't participate. I'll come back the time after that.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Alright, alright, let's stop joking around.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Xiao Yi and Pigeon should probably be put in the dark room too.

"Gone": Ugh, bullying.

Human and dragon in one: Ah, power.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Good luck to you two on the college entrance exam, see you after the exam.

Bai Bai: Go for it, Xiao Yi! And go for it, Pigeon too!

A seductive gesture: Bai Bai, the difference in treatment you receive is so obvious. Good luck to you two high school seniors taking the college entrance exam.

He skipped it: Hmm, kick him.

Human and dragon in harmony: We will win.

Time flew by and evening arrived, and he inexplicably felt extremely sleepy.

Maybe I've caught a cold. I'll go to the clinic tomorrow to get some medicine. I should rest early tonight.

He's not someone who can't distinguish between what's important and what's not; forcing himself to stay focused at this point will only affect his performance on the upcoming exams.

However, catching a cold is really not a big deal. After all, we are not like the people in anime. We are not so fragile that we have to lie down and wait for the beautiful girl to take care of us if we catch a slight cold.

So, if you have a cold and just stay in bed, will a beautiful girl come and take care of you?

So, after evening self-study, he unusually did not stay in the classroom to continue studying, but went straight back to his dormitory.

I don't know how long I lay there, but when I groggily opened my eyes, the dormitory lights were still on—it seemed like it wasn't lights out yet.

He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again, but then he heard his roommates shouting and making a ruckus outside.

"what happened?"

"Old Mo, wake up, come out and get some watermelon."

"Eating melon seeds?" Mo Xiangwen suddenly became a little more clear-headed, got out of bed, and followed them to the dormitory corridor.

I saw a teacher from another class and a grade leader confronting a student from an unknown class in the small square below the dormitory.

Well, calling it a standoff might be a bit strange, but that's how it felt to him based on the postures and distance between the two sides.

"What's going on?" Mo Xiangwen asked the person next to him.

"What else could it be? It's just the usual stuff these days."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"In short, a student was crying and wanted to go home, and the teacher and grade leader are trying to comfort him."

"Aren't you going to let him go back?"

"It's not that we don't want them to leave, but the teachers and grade leaders are also afraid. It's late at night now, so it's not appropriate to just let people out of the school."

“Yes, when I came up just now, I passed by and heard the teacher promise him that he would be given leave tomorrow morning,” another person chimed in.

Whether it was something the grade leader or the teacher said, the students who were confronting them finally lost control of their emotions again.

"Let me go back! Now!"

"I can't take it anymore, I don't want to study anymore, can't I just not take the college entrance exam?"

The boy's tearful shouts were so loud they could be described as desperate, and the sound echoed through several surrounding dormitory buildings, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

Mo Xiangwen turned to look at the others and saw that the entire corridor was full of people, all intently watching the program below.

Although they seemed to be watching the spectacle, their expressions suggested they were already used to it.

"Has this been happening frequently these past few days?"

"We wouldn't say it happens all the time, but it's happened several times. Both boys and girls have been involved, although we've heard it happens more often on the girls' side, but we haven't actually seen it happen ourselves."

"But the girls' dormitory isn't far from here, so everyone heard us when we shouted loudly a few times."

The group chattered excitedly, completely unaware that their homeroom teacher had already appeared behind them.

beep—

The homeroom teacher blew a short whistle, the loud sound bringing the students who were watching the commotion back to their senses. They quickly slipped back to their dormitories.

"Go away, go away! What's so interesting? Go back and rest!"

Chapter Twelve is just one step away from completion.

"Mo Xiangwen, Mo Xiangwen, wake up."

While he was asleep, he heard someone knocking on the headboard of his bed and calling his name.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw my homeroom teacher and Cai Yibin.

Just as I was about to get up, I felt dizzy and my chest was aching slightly.

Seeing his condition, the homeroom teacher asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm, it seems like she has a fever."

Mo Xiangwen touched his forehead. Although he felt nothing, he had a wealth of experience with illness.

This feeling of discomfort all over the body, wherever you can feel it, could only be a fever.

"I noticed you were absent from class today, so I thought I'd come to your dorm to check on you." The homeroom teacher sighed, "I didn't expect I'd actually guessed right."

He said weakly, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'd like to ask for leave later to go back and see a doctor."

You can choose to tough out a cold, but you can't tough out a fever.

Of course, it's always safer to see a doctor, as many people have developed serious health problems from trying to tough it out on a cold.

"Please, please. Otherwise, do you expect to tough it out until the college entrance exam like this?"

"How are you? Are you able to get back by yourself?"

Mo Xiangwen tried to move his body slightly and found that although he felt extremely sore and weak all over, walking should still be no problem.

"it should be OK."

"Stop saying 'it'. If it doesn't work, call your parents and ask them to come over."

...Am I going to trouble my parents again? I clearly said I didn't want them to worry.

Mo Xiangwen's dazed mind lingered for a while before he managed to say with difficulty, "No need."

The adult world is all about constantly "playing it tough." We already agreed not to let them worry anymore, how can he face them in this state?

"...Alright, Cai Yibin, bring him to the office to write a leave request."

"okay, I get it."

In fact, even without Cai Yibin's company, he could walk to the office to write a sick note by himself, but having someone to chat with could help him cheer up a little.

After writing the leave slip, Cai Yibin patted him on the shoulder and went back to the classroom first.

In June, bright sunshine is rarely a good thing.

People are prone to sunburn and heatstroke if they stay in the sun for even a short time.

But when the scorching sun shone on him, he actually felt quite warm—though his head felt even more foggy.

"Young man, you're a senior in high school, and you're asking for leave?"

"Yes, I'm not feeling well."

The security guard asked his usual question, and seeing that there were no problems with the leave slip, he let me through.

"Then take good care of yourself and get well soon. Health is the foundation of everything. Keep it up, young man."

Mo Xiangwen forced a smile and nodded.

As he walked out of the school gate, he was about to find a taxi when he unexpectedly saw two familiar figures.

Even if his mind wasn't working properly right now, he knew that the homeroom teacher was worried and had notified his parents in advance—no wonder he was taking so long to sign the leave slip.

They seemed to have been watching the school gate the whole time, and as soon as they saw him come out, the two figures immediately walked towards him.

Before he could speak, a large, kind hand touched his forehead.

"He has a fever, I'll take him to the hospital." Mo Chenfeng touched his forehead, feeling the burning heat in his palm, and couldn't help but sigh.

“Oh, you child, how could you…” Zhou Xiuqin wanted to say something, but looking at his thin and pale face, she choked back her words: “I’ll go too.”

The three of them came to the hospital together. Even on weekdays, the number of people in the hospital never seems to decrease.

The doctor on duty quickly took his temperature, glanced at the thermometer, and said, "39 degrees Celsius, that's a high fever. Take some fever reducer and get some rest."

"Doctor, I'd like to get an IV drip."

"Why would you give me an IV drip? We usually don't give IV drips. In your case, just take some fever reducers, get some rest, and make sure you get better with proper nutrition."

"I hope the IV drip helps me recover faster, doctor, I'm a high school senior preparing for the college entrance exam."

The doctor, who was about to argue with him, paused and sighed, "Even with an IV drip, you still need to rest properly."

Mo Xiangwen nodded obediently, "I know."

The doctor glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

With his parents around, he doesn't need to do many things himself, such as registering for an appointment or picking up his medication.

All he needs to do is sit still and wait for the nurse to carefully administer his IV drip.

Getting an IV drip at the hospital is a rare experience. I don't know when it started, but hospitals rarely offer IV drips to patients with mild symptoms anymore.