I thought I was wearing school uniform

Chapter 27

Because he still had to go to school, Liu Shiguang temporarily put Liu Fuhan's affairs on the weekend.

Today is an exceptionally sunny day, cloudless and clear.

Liu Shiguang listened to the boring classical Chinese class of the Chinese teacher on the podium, and he absently looked out the window.He has already become a social animal, and he returned to the high school class again. The fresh aftertaste of the previous period has long passed, and now it seems a little boring.

Sure enough, he was more motivated when he was studying with Shen Que.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Liu Shiguang couldn't help but put on a smile like aftertaste.

Tired of looking at the scenery outside the window, Liu Shiguang turned his attention to other people in the classroom.Fortunately, he was sitting on the side, so distracted, the teacher has not noticed him yet.

The temperature today is a bit hot, but it is not enough to turn on the air conditioner, so only two ceiling fans are turned on in the classroom.The ceiling fans in the school are a bit old, and there will inevitably be creaking sounds when they are turned on, but this does not affect the enthusiasm of the teachers in class.

There was a cool breeze blowing, Liu Shiguang couldn't listen at all, he lay his head on the table, and then quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Unlock and open the WeChat icon.

Then click into the dialog box whose avatar is a little sparrow.

Liu Shiguang was bored, and then sent a text.

[Little handsome guy, are you there?Sexy little wild cat, chat online~]

The other side didn't respond for a long time, it seems that he should be studying hard.

Liu Shiguang waited for a long time, and finally put the phone back in disappointment.

The ceiling fan on the ceiling still made a 'squeak' sound, as if it was a bit overwhelmed.Others got used to it and didn't pay much attention to it, but Liu Shiguang inexplicably heard something different from it.

He was spinning the pen in his left hand, and looked up casually.

The ceiling fan was shaking irregularly, as if something was pushing and shoving on it.

Liu Shiguang felt inexplicably uneasy because he happened to be sitting under the ceiling fan.

He couldn't help but think that what he was wearing was a campus supernatural novel, and various horror scenes that happened on campus appeared in his mind, and Liu Shiguang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The hand turning the pen stopped unconsciously, and he stared closely at the ceiling fan above his head, for fear that it would come down without paying attention.

However, what greeted his head was not a ceiling fan that could bloom for him, but a piece of chalk with extraordinary precision.

"Liu Shiguang! You don't listen well in class, what are you doing looking at the ceiling, are there flowers on it, or are there beauties?"

Liu Shiguang came back to his senses, raised his head and looked forward, and what caught his eyes was a woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a high ponytail. She was about thirty years old, and her slender, slender eyes were watching with anger. he.

Being distracted was discovered, Liu Shiguang touched his head and smiled at her.

"What are you laughing at! You are so successful, you stand up and share with everyone, what's so good about it?"

Liu Shiguang stood up obediently, but he didn't know how to speak.

Did he really have to say that he was just afraid that the ceiling fan above his head would fall and his life would be lost?

The whole class is watching him now, and a few people are gloating about his misfortune, but no doubt they are quietly waiting for him to give some reason.

In the quiet classroom for a while, the only sound left was the tortured and struggling sound of the overhead ceiling fan.

"That..." Staring at the professional smiling face of the teacher on the podium, Liu Shiguang opened his mouth.

He thought about what flowers he could make up.

At that second, he vaguely heard the sound of something loosening.

Liu Shiguang looked up subconsciously.

A big thing fell down.

……

The ensuing screams of the whole class.

"Ahh-!"

"!!!"

After Liu Shiguang was knocked to the ground by the falling ceiling fan, the surrounding students were shocked.

Especially when seeing the blood slowly leaving on his head, it was even more messy.

The teacher was stunned for a few seconds on the podium, and then, relying on his excellent psychological quality, he quickly called an ambulance to let the students calm down first, then went to see Liu Shiguang's situation, and asked if there was anyone else Injuried.

Coincidentally, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The class next door was obviously aware of the strangeness of Class Nine, and everyone who didn't think it was a big deal came over to watch the excitement.Then the rumors spread.

First of all, "The electric fan in class [-] fell and injured someone! Now the person is lying on the ground and I don't know what happened!"

"What, what? The ceiling fan from Class Nine hit someone? Is that person still dead?"

When the news spread quickly from the first floor to the third floor, it had already become like this in Shen Que's ears.

"What! Did the electric fan of Class Nine kill a bunch of people?"

Thinking that someone was in class nine, Shen couldn't sit still.

The ambulance that drove in from outside the campus just proved the seriousness of the matter.

Shen Que went downstairs in three steps in parallel, and went straight to the scene.

When he saw that the bloody face carried on the stretcher, whose life and death were unknown, was actually Liu Shiguang, God knows how flustered he was.

His mind was blank, and the surrounding noises, hustle and bustle, all the sounds seemed to go away from him in an instant.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that he had pulled off the teacher who was about to go to the ambulance, and went up by himself.

The teacher of Class Nine with an unrepentant expression on his face:? ? ?

……

In the panic, no one noticed that they were standing by the railing on the second floor, looking at the girl Liu Shiguang carried away with a smile.

Long black hair, high ponytail, willow eyebrows and Qiong nose.

That appearance is obviously Li Ranran.

The turmoil on campus gradually faded away.

……

The person involved, Liu Shiguang, only felt a pain in his head.

When he woke up, he was already lying in the hospital.

He came in again two days after he was discharged from the hospital.

The first second when Yoyo woke up, Liu Shiguang's first thought was...

I didn't die?

Hey, could it be that the novels and movies he watched were all lies?

The second reaction was to listen to the voice beside his bed.

"...It's nothing serious, just a slight concussion, and the bleeding is only due to a broken blood vessel. A few stitches will be fine. If you are worried, you can stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time to see if there are any complications... During this period, you must Be careful not to touch the wound with water..."

Listening to this, Liu Shiguang felt a pain in his head.The ceiling fans in the school classrooms are not too big, and the blades are only one meter long, but they are quite heavy, otherwise Liu Shiguang would not be admitted to the hospital.

The place where he was hit was close to the back of his head, and now he could feel the dense torture, how should I put it, it was so painful and itchy that he couldn't touch it.

"Okay, thank you doctor."

But to Liu Shiguang's surprise, the responding voice was not someone like the teacher he thought, but a cold male voice.

Liu Shiguang opened his eyes and looked over in surprise.

Shen who was standing by the bed met his eyes.

"woke up?"

The doctor had already left the ward, but Shen pulled a chair and sat down.

"Why are you here?" Seeing that it was really Shen Que, Liu Shiguang's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

But the moment he pulled the corner of his mouth, he actually felt the pain from the wound on his head just now.

He laughed, but he still scratched his head?

Liu Shiguang said that he had raised his posture.

So the half-torn smile on his face turned into a grin of pain.

Shen Que looked at it, and frowned, "You don't need to laugh when your wound hurts."

Shen Que's expression was too serious, and Liu Shiguang shyly withdrew his smiling face.

But he still had to express his feelings stubbornly.

"I'm happy to see you." Liu Shiguang opened his eyes wide and looked straight at Shen Que, trying to convey his emotions with his eyes.

Naturally, Shen didn't expect him to say this, so he pursed his lips in a little helplessness, and tightened his hands that were squarely placed on his thighs.