Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"Ah? What? I don't know?" Jiang Yu was even more confused, and didn't even know what I was talking about. Just do your homework honestly.

"Tang Xin! Is there anything strange on my face?" I asked, pointing at my face.

"You are as beautiful as a flower, so beautiful! As beautiful as ever." Tang Xin drank water and looked at me with a smile. It was like drinking Nongfu Spring water. How could it be so sweet?

"Flattering!" He blushed at her praise, "Just do your homework!"

At 12:50 pm, the lunch break was over. After a short break of ten minutes, the class started at one o'clock. The first class in the afternoon was Chinese. Teacher Dai happened to be teaching a classical Chinese course. Once he got used to it, it was more effective than sleeping pills. Before ten minutes had passed, a large group of people in the back row of the classroom had collapsed.

"Students, are you sleepy?" Everyone knows Teacher Dai's temper. Just like a doting mother, she always dotes on her students. Seeing that the students had arrived in large numbers, she was first concerned about their health. "Didn't you have a good rest at noon?"

"Yeah, I've been doing homework." The student in the front row said coquettishly.

"Is that so?" Teacher Dai looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard, "Then let's all take a nap for ten minutes!"

You are spoiling your students too much! Teacher Dai! This is not okay! How can you let everyone sleep during class? Although I thought so, my classmates didn’t think so. They praised Teacher Dai as an angel, but she fell asleep on the table before she finished speaking.

Ten minutes later, Teacher Dai clapped his hands, signaling everyone to wake up and start the class. Although everyone was still exhausted, it was at least much better than before, and at least they could finish the class. When the bell rang, the students thanked Teacher Dai with warm cheers and sent him off.

"Xiao Meng, this is not a solution. Without enough sleep, everyone will have no energy in class." Tang Xin looked at me worriedly.

"There's nothing you can do about it. This is just the beginning. Things will get more and more difficult. By the time you're in your third year of high school, you might not even be able to sleep at night." I said with a sad smile, "Start adapting in advance."

"Ah? Is it that scary?" Tang Xin was a little bit unbelievable.

"Well, it will be almost impossible to finish the homework by then. I can only allocate time as appropriate and deal with the homework I want to do, and make up for what I lack."

"Huh? You can't even finish your homework?" Tang Xin covered her mouth in fear, "Won't the teacher check it?"

"Stupid, the teacher knows you can't finish it. I will come to explain the homework to you the next day. It's good for those who haven't finished it to listen to it once."

"I suddenly feel a little disgusted with high school..." Tang Xin muttered, "By the way, isn't this a physics class? Where is Teacher Song?"

Indeed, after Chinese class comes Physics class. Normally, Teacher Song will arrive in the classroom a few minutes early, but today is an exception. The bell has rung for several minutes, but there is still no sign of him at the door. Some students in the classroom have started to do other homework, while others just lie down and take the time to catch up on sleep.

Five minutes later, the monitor stood up and said to me: "Li Xiaomeng, go and call Teacher Song. Maybe she forgot?"

I stood up and wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, I sighed and said, "Okay... I'll go to the office."

Shouldn't this be the class representative's job? Oh my god, the physics class representative is invisible, right?

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Transition Chapter

Chapter 114 Something Happened to Teacher Song

"Is Teacher Song here?" When we arrived at Teacher Song's office, her seat was empty, the water cup on the table was empty, the lesson plans and textbooks were neatly stacked on one side, and her computer, which she usually kept open, was now covered up. Teacher Dong was the only one in the office grading homework.

"Looking for Teacher Song?" Teacher Dong took off his glasses and looked up at me. "Teacher Song went out this morning and didn't come back at noon."

"Ah? The second period in the afternoon is her class." I was a little confused. Teacher Song has always been very responsible, and this situation has never happened before. "Thank you. It's okay, I'll let the students study on their own."

"Well, it's okay. Maybe there's something urgent. It's inevitable." Teacher Dong nodded, showing his understanding.

After walking out of the office, I took out my cell phone and called my aunt.

"Xiao Meng? Why are you calling me at this time?" The aunt on the other end of the phone was very surprised. "Did something happen at school?"

"It's not like nothing happened. Teacher Song didn't come to class, and there's no one in the office. I don't have a phone, can you call and ask what happened for me?"

"Ah? Is that so? Then, I'll call Teacher Song. Please wait a moment."

"it is good."

……

When I returned to the classroom, it was already a little noisy, and many students began to whisper and talk nonsense.

"Quiet!" I walked to the podium, "Students, please study on your own. Teacher Song has something to do and will be back soon."

I took the homework book from the desk and walked to the podium and sat down. I usually take care of the discipline in self-study classes, so I am used to it. However, in this kind of temporary self-study class, students will be more anxious and usually will not study very seriously.

"Quiet!" I could tolerate them talking a little, but today they were getting more and more outrageous, almost yelling.

Just when I was about to lose my temper on the spot, the monitor suddenly stood up and yelled, "You were drowsy in the last class, why are you so excited in this class?" After saying that, he did not forget to look at me and pretended to take credit, which made me very uncomfortable, but I had to respond to him with a fake smile.

Ten minutes later, my phone vibrated. It was my aunt. I looked around to make sure everyone was studying hard, then ran to the bathroom with my phone.

"Hey!"

"Something happened to Yaxin!" Auntie cried on the phone, "Just now... the hospital called me and said she is in the operating room..."

"What?!" In an instant, my head felt like it was hit by a stick. If I hadn't held on to the sink beside me, I would have almost fallen down. "What happened?"

"I don't know... I'm on my way to the First Hospital of the city..." From my aunt's tone, I could tell that she was completely at a loss at the moment and didn't know what to do.

"I'm coming too!"

"Aren't you in class?"

"It's okay... wait for me." I hung up the phone in a hurry and ran to the dean's office.

……

In the Dean's office.

"Puff!" After hearing what I said, Ma Zhengye sprayed all the green tea he had just taken a sip of onto the coffee table.

"What did you say?! Xiao Song is in the hospital for emergency treatment?!"

Director Ma looked shocked. He stood up and paced back and forth. "Well, I'll go to the hospital to find out what's going on. You can go back to class first."

"Teacher Ma, I'm going too." I looked into his eyes firmly.

"This... is okay." Although Director Ma looks greasy, he is still a good leader. He was the one who suppressed the wall-climbing incident and didn't tell the principal. Otherwise, Teacher Song and we would have to bear the consequences, although he was also doing it to protect himself.

"Get in the car!" Director Ma's car was a black Volkswagen luxury sedan that looked very old. The seats and steering wheel were covered with old starch, and there was a strong smell of cigarettes in the car.

"Open the window for ventilation." Perhaps seeing my uncomfortable expression, he felt a little embarrassed and helped me open the car window. "By the way, which hospital?"

"The first hospital."

"Okay, sit tight."

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the hospital parking lot. After parking the car, we headed straight to the hospital's operating room. My aunt had been waiting anxiously at the door. What was unusual was that there was a traffic policeman wearing a yellow-green warning uniform at the door.

"Aunt, what's going on?" I walked up to my aunt and pulled her sleeve. It seemed that because of her excessive anxiety, she didn't even see me coming.

"Ah, Xiaomeng, you're here? What's this?" She looked at the middle-aged man next to me with some confusion.

"This is our school's dean, Mr. Ma," I introduced.

"Hello, hello, what's going on now? What happened to Xiao Song?" Teacher Ma also looked very anxious.

"What is the relationship between the two injured people?" The policeman nearby naturally heard our conversation and came over to ask.

"Comrade police officer, this is the case. I am Xiao Song's leader, the principal of No. 1 Middle School." Teacher Ma stretched out his hand and shook hands with the police officer, then pointed at me and said, "This is the representative of the class she teaches. This is..." He pointed at my aunt and was speechless for a moment.

"She is Teacher Song's best friend." I answered first, "She has been my friend for more than ten years."

"Oh, I see." The police nodded. "That's right. When Ms. Song was driving to the third red-green intersection on Zhongshan Road today, she ran into a pickup truck that ran a red light without a license. Because the speed was a bit high, the situation was quite serious."

"Ah, it's not Teacher Song's responsibility, right?" Teacher Song does drive a little fast, but she has always been a law-abiding person.

"Indeed, although it was not Ms. Song's fault, the other party was fully responsible. But because it happened to be a diagonal collision, both cars were scrapped..." The police nodded, "And the other car had a beam and a high chassis. So Ms. Song's car suffered more."

"Is your life in danger?" My aunt pursed her lips, tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag with a worried look on her face.

"That shouldn't be the case, the airbags are all deployed. It's just that the leg injury might be quite serious, so you should be mentally prepared. Oh, by the way, have you notified the family?" the policeman asked us.

"This..." Auntie seemed a little sad. "Is Song Yaxin a local? It takes more than three hours for her parents to fly here. She also has a brother who is abroad and probably won't be able to come back."

"Then I think it is necessary to notify you."

"Which of you is the relative of the injured person? You need to sign." At this time, a nurse came out.

My aunt's face turned pale in an instant, and her voice began to tremble: "What...what signature...it can't be...it can't be a critical illness notice..."

"Oh, it's not that serious." The nurse smiled. "It's just the admission signature. The patient's surgery is almost over. His leg is broken and will be fixed soon. He just needs to be put in a cast. He has soft tissue contusions all over his body and there is a risk of internal bleeding. He needs to be hospitalized."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and my aunt almost collapsed on a chair beside her. But what should I do now? Who will come? It seems that no one is suitable.

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I'm in a bad mood recently. I don't want to talk during the day.

Chapter 115 Payment

"Are there no relatives present?" the nurse asked again.

"Let me do it!" Auntie stepped forward. "I can be her legal authorized person."

"No blood relationship?" asked the nurse.

"No……"

"That's not possible. But if it's a minor operation, the patient can sign after she wakes up. You should notify her parents first." After saying that, the nurse took the folder and left.

My aunt clenched her fists and stood there blankly, not saying a word. Only her slightly trembling arms were shouting silently, but no one could hear what she wanted to say.

"It looks like we can't take the statement today. I'll come back tomorrow to check." The traffic police took out his cell phone, checked the time, and left the scene.

"Teacher Ma, can I take a day off to accompany Teacher Song for a day? I will go back to school tomorrow when Teacher Song feels better?" I turned and said to Teacher Ma.

"Well, alright." Director Ma sighed and said, "I'll report this to the leader first. It's not a small matter. When Teacher Song wakes up tomorrow, call me and I'll come back."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Ma."

Teacher Ma nodded at me, turned around and shook his head, muttering "What a pity, what a pity". He walked away and took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, tapped it a few times, and a cigarette popped out. He put it in his mouth, lit it, and walked away slowly.

"It's okay, Auntie. Teacher Song just suffered some physical pain. The nurse just said that his life is not in danger."

"Yes, I know. But Yaxin has always been afraid of pain." Without outsiders around, my aunt didn't act as strong in front of me, tears welled up in her eyes, "I can't bear to see her get hurt. This time it's so serious, she must be in so much pain..."

"You two are Ms. Song's friends, right?" The nurse came over again and handed over a small stack of papers. "Here is the hospital's bill and prepaid list. Please go and settle the bill first and deposit some money for hospitalization, okay?"

"Okay, I'll go pay." Without thinking, my aunt took the note and pulled me towards the registration window.

"Aunt, do you have enough money? If not, I have a little savings here." I always knew that my aunt didn't have much money, and the family's life was just above the poverty line.

"That's enough." My aunt took out a small leather bag from her bag, pulled out a bank card from the bottom, and handed it to the cashier along with a dozen invoices.

"Okay, wait a minute."