In the second semester of the fifth grade, Chu Jin won the gold medal in the Provincial Leo Number Competition, and was named by the director of teaching to become the flag-raiser at the opening ceremony of the new semester.
After the flag-raising ceremony, the flag-raiser will stand on the high platform. After the school leaders have finished speaking, the principal will come to talk with a few outstanding flag-raisers as an encouragement for the new semester.
He was on the stage, looking at Song Qiaoxi from a distance, his face was not right, it was not as **** as it was in the morning, and it was as white as a piece of paper.
Not only a small face is pale, but even his lips are not bloody.
At that time, Chu Jin's heart jumped as if caught by something.
As soon as the opening ceremony was over, the other flag-raisers were excitedly waiting for the principal to come and talk to them, Chu Jin directly greeted the dean of education, and went back to the classroom first.
The teaching building attached to the normal school has a total of six floors. It is a long-standing tradition. The first grade is on the first floor, the second grade is on the second floor, and the third grade is on the third floor...
By analogy, the sixth grade is placed on the sixth floor, the highest floor.
Chu Jin ran back all the way, strode up the stairs, jumping up in two sections.
The brows were frowned, the more he thought, the sooner Song Qiaoxi was going to be blown up. She knew that too much seafood would have a mild allergic reaction, so why couldn't she control her mouth?
It's really not worrying. Next time Aunt Qiao makes seafood, she can just peel two shrimps for her to try. Then the one who is on the pole will peel the shrimps and crabs for Song Qiaoxi. He is a puppy!
Fortunately, before going out, he took the stomach medicine from the medicine drawer.
The classroom in Class 5 of the sixth grade is at the end of the corridor.
As soon as Chu Jin climbed to the sixth floor, he saw Mathematics teacher Li walking towards him with a handout and a tea cup, and asked him suspiciously: "Oh, Chu Jin came back so early? Didn't the principal look for you?"
"Well, I'm looking for it, and I'm finished talking about Teacher Li."
Not wanting to explain more, Chu Jin answered casually, nodded to Teacher Li, and walked quickly towards the classroom.
The big troops in the class have just entered the class, the class bell hasn't hit yet, and the front and back doors of the fifth class of the sixth grade are open.
From the back door, I saw Song Qiaoxi lying on the desk.
Over the past year, although Song Qiaoxi was not as tall as the other girls in the class, she unknowingly lost a lot of weight.
If you say that Song Qiaoxi in the fourth and fifth grades is still a soft, glutinous, meaty dumpling. Now she, although she still has a cute baby fat on her face, her appearance is completely out of touch with the meat.
Chu Jin frowned and allowed himself to stabilize his emotions at the door. Although he was anxious, he was afraid that Song Qiaoxi would be uncomfortable when his words were too heavy. After all, she was unwell and was already uncomfortable.
After a few seconds of pause, her gaze swept her back.
On Song Qiaoxi's pleated skirt, there is a dark trace, like a stain?
No, like...
Blood stains.
Standing at the door of the classroom, Chu Jin froze in place, grasping the back of his neck uncomfortably.
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Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
