At eight o’clock, Li Zheng returned ho with a crutch, not only feeling sore all over but also having a heavy head.
Still, he persisted and completed his howork and even washed the Marbury jersey to return to Qiao Sheng the next day.
Leaning on the crutch to hang laundry, to eat, to wash his face and brush his teeth, Li Zheng gradually got used to the rhythm.
Old Li didn’t get back until after nine, first scolding Li Zheng for not taking care of himself and saying things to that effect, then he helped Li Zheng take a leave of absence, insisting that he stay in bed for at least two days before dropping the matter.
He also brought back so good news that Hu Chuni’s surgery was perfectly successful, and the tumor was benign.
Li Zheng asked Old Li to tell Hu Chuni to take a few more years of rest, it’s best to rest until Teacher Xiao Tang finishes teaching their senior year.
By ten o’clock, Li Zheng finally finished dealing with the day’s affairs.
Usually, this was the ti for studying.
But at this mont, he really didn’t have the strength, so after setting an alarm, he collapsed into bed.
...
When Li Zheng woke up again, it was broad daylight.
The pain in his calf had lessened a lot, but the pain in his whole body was even worse.
There followed an indescribable sense of tiredness and grogginess, probably what a hangover felt like.
While eating the breakfast Old Li left for him, he felt that his studying condition was very poor.
Indeed, health is the capital of studying.
If only he had left the court earlier after knowing he could win yesterday.
Carried away by success, he was floating on cloud nine.
Li Zheng couldn’t help regretting it as he found even the eggs tasted like wax.
He began to console himself.
This illness, although it delayed his studies,
also served as a lesson.
As the saying goes, "I examine myself three tis a day."
He began to reflect.
When life is at its zenith, like being drunk on wine,
One is prone to losing rationality and doing foolish things.
From now on, he must be doubly cautious.
The more successful you are, the steadier you must be.
Think about it, if he won the Nobel Prize in the future, he would probably be even more elated, and the cost of self-inflation could only be greater.
Thinking of himself, still composed, in a neatly tailored suit and holding a trophy,
Li Zheng’s emotions finally eased a bit.
This was his usual thod of self-comfort.
Encountering setbacks→feeling upset and reflecting→learning a lesson→I beco stronger→Nobel Prize→happy.
Even though the logic was flawed, it never failed to work.
After eating his fill, Li Zheng, feeling too poor in condition, casually took his temperature, 36.5, no fever.
Then it could only be physical overload caused by excessive exercise Red Bull "Lin Yujing brand" adrenaline.
Afterward, as usual, he brewed a pot of tea and returned to the desk with the help of his crutch.
Rubbing his forehead, his condition was still not good.
Seems like he had to take it easy.
Since he was idle anyway, he picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and was ready to urge Zhang Xiaoke to study.
However, upon entering, he saw a "46" on the [Contacts] button indicating pending notifications.
Clicking in, he saw they were all friend requests.
And they were all from girls.
Girls from all different grades.
[Daniella: Can I get to know you, senior?]
[.素染年华:You look so cool playing basketball~]
[一厢╭ァ:Did you receive my heart?❤ (｡￫‿￩｡)]
[Royal:Hi, I’m Chen Jinyu, just realized after more than a year in the sa class, we haven’t added each other as friends~]
[尔乃插标卖首:My child, save a spot for a friend.]
...
The more Li Zheng looked, the bigger his headache grew.
He was feeling uncomfortable already, and now these distractions that interfered with his studies were added on top.
Also, Qiao Bixia, with an ID like that, who the hell would chat with you?
Troubles never co singly.
If that self-righteous old man from the library saw this, he would probably be happy.
Li Zheng simply closed WeChat and opened up TikTok instead.
Although watching videos is not good, at this mont he needed sothing to perk him up.
Cat videos, just two of them.
Half an hour later.
Li Zheng put down his phone full of guilt.
The big data recomndation system was too much, he inadvertently watched more than a dozen of them.
No good, he had to study now.
He conveniently checked his vitality value.
[Today’s vitality value: 0/188 hours, a 28-fold rate.]
Ah.
Finally, there was sothing to be happy about.
The vitality value was so high it was almost overflowing.
What an annoying, yet blissful annoyance.
But this ti, it really was too much.
It was necessary to calculate the source a bit.
From the 15 minutes of Unparalleled ti yesterday, he had gained 120 hours of vitality value.
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With the normal recovery each day, that should be about 30 more hours, so at most there should only be 160 hours.
However, now it’s almost 190 hours.
The extra 30 hours could only be the part that wasn’t used up yesterday.
That is to say, vitality can be saved up.
This is great news.
But whether it can be accumulated indefinitely remains to be seen.
Still, it’s better to use so of it.
Li Zheng then took a sip of tea and filled his fountain pen with ink.
He began to study despite his illness.
But it wasn’t long before he started to feel dizzy.
Even the warm-up math problems seed bewildering.
His body was ultimately too overstrained, and he was off his ga.
Looking at the vitality value, not even an hour was exhausted.
Uncomfortable.
He gritted his teeth and stubbornly continued to do problems.
The more he did, the dizzier his head felt, and the more erratic his writing beca.
Gritting his teeth, sweating all over.
I must... do problems...
Why... treat like this...
A few minutes later, Li Zheng finally threw down his pen.
Can’t go on.
The forced learning was futile.
If he kept doing problems like this, he feared he would work himself to death.
After drinking so more water, he resentfully retreated back to his bed.
Do not bully the poor just because they are young.
You wait, the problems I’ve lost, I will solve them sooner or later.
...
Lake Ying Middle School, the bell rang, it was ti for the exercises.
The students all rose from their seats, but their eyes shifted toward two empty desks.
Today, two people were absent.
It just so happened to be Lin Yujing and Li Zheng.
So students let their imaginations run wild.
So felt a solitary lancholy.
Yes, Jiang Qinghua had already been zoning out for several classes.
Saturday, Lin Yujing and Li Zheng spent ti together.
Sunday, Lin Yujing fell ill.
Tuesday, Li Zheng fell ill.
What happened in between?
What kind of interaction did they have?
Jiang Qinghua was in so much pain that he didn’t dare to think about it.
The tree wants to remain still, but the wind keeps blowing.
He had already backed out.
But why does it still hurt?
"Ding ding ding."
A knocking on the glass ca from the back door.
Jiang Qinghua turned around to look, and it was Tang Zhifei. She was observing again.
Observing ?
Tang Zhifei gestured for him to co out.
Jiang Qinghua quickly trotted out of the classroom.
Then, Tang Zhifei led Jiang Qinghua towards the office.
"Teacher Tang, do I not have to do the exercises?" Jiang Qinghua asked.
"No need, we need to talk about sothing," Tang Zhifei said with an air of mystery.
Jiang Qinghua slled a set-up.
Once inside the office, Tang Zhifei closed the door and sat down across from Jiang Qinghua.
Her face bore a deep and scheming smile.
This was—
The smile of a horoom teacher.
Jiang Qinghua was very familiar with this kind of smile.
As a horoom teacher wanting to manage a class well, superficial communication isn’t enough.
Who are the good students, who are the troublemakers, who is planning what, and who is being a bad influence.
It’s difficult to fully grasp this kind of information with observation alone.
Therefore, a horoom teacher needs informants.
An informant who blends in with the student body.
Jiang Qinghua, for lack of better options, had been an informant since kindergarten.
Of course, this was also for the good of his classmates.
Oddly enough, not once did he volunteer; it was always the horoom teachers who chose him.
At this thought, Jiang Qinghua shivered.
Could it be that I have the face of a traitor?
Was I really a traitor in my past life?
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