Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 190 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (17)

The two were standing very close to the ground, and He Qinglin could even hear Zhao Zhao's heart pounding rapidly.

However, wasn't this frequency a bit too fast? Looking down, he found Zhao Zhao clutching her chest, her face pale. This was the first time He Qinglin had ever seen her like this.

She quickly helped him sit up straight, asking, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao didn't say anything, but reached into his uniform pocket with trembling hands to get his medicine. Seeing this, He Qinglin immediately took out the medicine bottle for him, quickly poured one pill for him, and put it directly into his mouth.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and his hands were visibly shaking.

Zhao Zhao took the medicine and lay on the table to rest for a while before feeling a little better.

"My God, I'll never move around like that again." This heart disease is like a shackle, constantly restricting his freedom.

The boy was naturally active, and with this illness, he couldn't even make any big movements while walking.

The commotion in their corner was relatively quiet and did not alert the teacher. Only Jiang Jiawei, who sat in front of him, turned around, saw that his expression was off, and asked, "Are you having a heart attack?"

Zhao Zhao didn't have the strength to speak, she just nodded.

"Why don't you go home and rest for a couple of days?" Jiang Jiawei suggested.

"I'm not going back." Home is too quiet, and school is more fun.

"But if you go home now, you might not only avoid the exam, but you also won't have to write that thousand-word self-criticism."

Jiang Jiawei leaned closer to him and whispered, then paused and added, "You probably haven't written it yet, right? It's due to the teacher tomorrow."

If he hadn't reminded her, Zhao Zhao would have completely forgotten about the self-criticism, and she was momentarily shaken.

"What kind of self-criticism?"

He Qinglin, who had overheard their conversation, put down his pen and turned to ask.

It's rare that this iceberg would take the initiative to start a conversation.

Zhao Zhao waved his hand dismissively. He was never one to back down when it came to others. "It's just a little apology for skipping class. It's no big deal."

He appeared calm and collected on the surface, but inside he was bleeding profusely. And guess what? He hadn't even written a self-criticism yet!

"Oh."

So He Qinglin went back to reading his "books of sages and worthies," as if he had simply asked a question out of curiosity.

Zhao Zhao was very grateful for his help earlier, but she didn't say anything because he was so aloof.

He turned back to Jiang Jiawei and continued talking, "There's no rush with the self-criticism. I can write it without any effort tomorrow."

So, when he got home that night, he called Ye Xi, who was still at the Yu family's house with him, over and said, "My brother said your professional skills are top-notch?"

Ye Xi scratched her head and said modestly, "You flatter me."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao silently sent the self-criticism requirements to his phone, "I need your help. Please give me this self-criticism tomorrow. I've sent the specific requirements to your phone."

Ye Xi, who had been specially assigned to take care of him, said that of course there was no problem with his request. As a former top student, he completed a fluent and clear manuscript in less than an hour.

Zhao Zhao smiled. Sure enough, the person her brother gave her was reliable, just as reliable as her brother.

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Time passed smoothly until the day of the monthly exam. Since it was the first exam of the semester, their exam seats were randomly assigned.

There are a total of twenty classes in the grade, which are divided into about thirty examination rooms. Each examination room is spacious, but only about thirty people can sit in it.

To ensure the authenticity of their scores, the school strictly followed the requirements of the National College Entrance Examination (NCEE).

Zhao Zhao woke up late that day, and because of his health, he couldn't rush. By the time he leisurely strolled to his assigned exam room, number twenty-one, the other students had already started their exams.

Fortunately, there was still time. Zhao Zhao picked up her pen to look at the question, and just as she wrote down one character, a boy quickly sat down in the empty seat next to her.

The boy must have walked fast, because he was panting heavily.

A little while later, there was the sound of the person rummaging through their pencil case.

Zhao Zhao frowned, concentrating on her problem, when suddenly a low voice came from beside her.

"Excuse me, could I borrow a pen?"