I am a wallflower in a quick travel novel

Chapter 22 Duan Jiamu is sick? (twenty two)

Sang Yu's tone was calm, a little confused, "Oh, I seem to remember wrongly, Teacher Wu told me to get it next class."

Wei Beibei looked at the dazed and dazed Sang Yu.

I suddenly sighed in my heart.

Hey, the squad leader really doesn't have a good memory.

It seems that people who read a lot of dead books are really easy to be stupid.

Wei Beibei learned that the squad leader seems to have a poor family and a single-parent family. When she came to sign up, only her mother came with her.

Sang Yu read the book for a while, and then heard the phone vibrate and ring again.

She swiped open her phone and took a look. It was Teacher He calling.

It would be no good calling her.

A gleam of Ling Ran flashed across Sang Yu's expressionless eyes.

She pushed the glasses frame above the bridge of her nose with plain white fingers before answering the phone.

The tone was clear and polite, "Mr. He, what's the matter?"

Sang Yu asked Teacher He on the phone.

Teacher He coughed on the phone, and then said to Sang Yu, "Student Sang Yu, are you in the classroom now?"

Sang Yu pursed her lips, and then said to Teacher He, "Well, yes."

Teacher He took another breath on the phone, and then said to Sang Yu: "Student Sang Yu, go to the door of the reference room to meet Duan Jiamu."

Sang Yu: "...?"

pick him up?

Sang Yu's eyes were dim, and she couldn't see how irritable she was at the moment, her voice was still soft, "Why did Duan Jiamu ask me to pick him up?"

Teacher He: "Student Duan Jiamu said that he has too many books and can't carry them."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Unlike high school, college has a lot of books. They only distributed seven books this semester.

The system pursed its mouth: [This male number two is probably not a good-for-nothing, he can't even carry seven books. 】

Sang Yu frowned tightly.

Teacher He continued on the phone: "Student Duan Jiamu is pushing a box in his hand, it is difficult to hold books, and he is sick again, so you can help him get it."

Duan Jiamu is sick?

Why didn't I see it at all just now.

Sang Yu took a deep breath, pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, and said to Teacher He in a deep voice, "Okay, Teacher He."

Hearing what Sang Yu said, Teacher He smiled on the phone, "Okay, I will give Duan Jiamu your phone number right now."

Sang Yu was a little annoyed, she didn't want Duan Jiamu to know her phone number: "Why...?"

Teacher He: "What's wrong? Sang Yu?"

Sang Yu pursed her lips tightly again, "It's nothing."

Teacher He: "Goodbye, Sangyu."

Sang Yu replied in a low voice, "Okay, see you again, Mr. He."

Teacher He hung up the phone and looked at the boy standing in front of him.

The young man's skin was as white as snow, holding a few professional textbooks in his hands, and dragging a large box from the guard.

The young man is tall and has long legs, with a ruddy complexion. He really doesn't look like he is sick.

He glanced at the young man again. At this time, the young man bent his body slightly, clenched one hand into a fist, and coughed a few times by his mouth.

Maybe it was because the boy coughed too fast, his ears were red from coughing.

Teacher He frowned slightly, and then asked Duan Jiamu with concern: "Student Duan Jiamu, are you okay?"

When Duan Jiamu called him, he said on the phone that he was not feeling well, which shocked him.

(End of this chapter)