Beyond The Outline

Chapter 27

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Hou Jun couldn't figure it out, and if he thought about it further, he was afraid that he would think of something he shouldn't think, so he lowered his head and continued to make up his homework.

Tan Kai just entered the class and saw a unique pair of masks at the same table: "Brother Monkey, what's the matter with them?"

Hou Jun shook his head and said sternly, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Tan Kai: "... Why don't you just ask you, what are you doing with such a big reaction."

The morning class is still dominated by semi-review.

The math teacher combined the knowledge points to be reviewed with the content of the new class. The math teacher surnamed Zhou and Lao Meng were said to be classmates, but they didn't look like their peers at all.

Teacher Zhou is well-maintained and dressed in a fashionable manner. He even wears a dark gray vest over his thin shirt: "The test center in the first half of this question, do you see what it is? It is the content of your first year of high school, and this question has changed. You can't understand it anymore?"

"Your thinking is too rigid," Teacher Zhou said, "I don't know how to change it."

Xu Sheng found that although he didn't know how to solve this problem, he looked familiar.

The weather was hot and dry, and wearing a mask for a long time made it even more stuffy. Xu Sheng hooked the edge of the mask to breathe, and poked Shao Zhan with a pen: "Did you talk about this last night?"

Shao Zhan held the mobile phone and tapped his finger on the screen twice, and then the voice came out through the mask: "I've said it three times and you still don't understand it."

Shao Zhan added another sentence: "I didn't expect you to have an impression."

"..." Xu Sheng said, "I don't remember it, it's a bit unreasonable, and I'm not that bad. Besides, learning this kind of thing can't be done overnight."

Xu Sheng said this and moved closer to Shao Zhan: "What are you playing?"

The screen of Shao Zhan's mobile phone is not any game that Xu Sheng usually plays.

"Listening to the class," Shao Zhan didn't look up, put his hand on Xu Sheng's forehead, turned him back, and said, "Sudoku."

Xu Sheng originally thought he could watch him play some small game to relieve his boredom and depression in class, and when he heard the word 'Sudoku', he had no idea.

He really couldn't understand why some people would not cherish the opportunity to play games in class and go to play Sudoku.

Halfway through Mr. Zhou's lecture, it was really hard to ignore the two classmates in the back row of the classroom wearing masks, especially one of them was still playing with his mobile phone. He raised his voice while his classmates were writing the question: "Shao Zhan, Xu Sheng, what's the matter with the two of you, doesn't this mask absorb heat?"

Hou Jun sat in the front row and answered for them: "Teacher, the two of them are not feeling well."

"I'm not feeling well, but I still have time to play with my mobile phone—" Teacher Zhou nodded and commented, "I am disabled and strong."

Shao Zhan: "..."

Teacher Zhou added: "If you can show even one-tenth of your perseverance in your studies, you won't get this grade in the exam." Teacher Zhou said, but she couldn't help but wonder, "Is it really uncomfortable?"

Shao Zhan's feigning sickness was actually very insincere, just like the feeling he gave when he first entered the classroom, he couldn't understand that he was feigning illness, and he was pretending to be coercive.

Xu Sheng touched him with his elbow.

"What are you doing?" Shao Zhan said.

"Cough." Xu Sheng reminded in a low voice.

Shao Zhan reacted, he quit Sudoku, and opened a game to pretend, and then in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of writing questions in Class 7, under the doubtful eyes of Teacher Zhou, he took a breath: "...Cough. "

Shao Zhan said "cough", and Xu Sheng followed closely. His business ability is stronger than Shao Zhan, not only licking, but also driving action.

Xu Sheng bowed his upper body slightly, lowered his head, and his shoulders shook slightly with the rhythm of coughing: "Cough, cough."

Shao Zhan: "Have you gone a little too far?"

Xu Sheng: "Do you know what a performance without traces is, I'm just right."

Due to Xu Sheng's "moderate" strength, Teacher Zhou was deeply worried about the health of the two students.

After class, he returned to the teacher's office, put the lesson plan on the table, sighed, and said to Meng Guowei, "Old Meng, two students in your class, Shao Zhan and Xu Sheng, don't seem to be feeling well..."

Meng Guowei also just returned to the office not long ago. He didn't have time to take a sip of water when he sat down. He went to Director Gu to get a notice, saying that it was a new case in Eastern Province or something. He hadn't looked carefully: "I just came back, After a while, all the class teachers will come to me to get a notice, the school has a new one, let the students pay attention to precautions, and I will be exhausted-"

When Meng Guowei said this, he suddenly lifted the lid of the teacup, raised his head and took a sip of water, then turned his head and asked, "What did you just say, Lao Zhou?"

Zhou Yuan frowned and said, "I was in your class just now, and your class Shao Zhan and Xu Sheng wore masks and looked like they had a cold, and they seemed to be quite ill, especially Shao Zhan, who was coughing until their waists were straight. Can't get up."

Meng Guowei: "Huh?"

"I'll arrange for them to go to the infirmary for the next class." Zhou Yuan has his own unique opinion on the phenomenon of two people wearing masks together. "It's not an infectious disease."

Zhou Yuan's statement about infectious diseases is not just casual talk, there are indeed many precedents. The school is crowded with people, which come and go. If the hygiene is not in place, one person will catch a cold and the whole class will have to catch a cold.

After Zhou Yuan finished speaking, he found that Meng Guowei's hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly: "Lao Meng, what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Yuan shifted his gaze to the right and saw the notice for the second-year senior group that had just been brought back from Director Gu's office on Meng Guowei's desk.

Black characters on a white background, the first line of the Song Dynasty enlarged and bolded reads:

—Notice on strengthening environmental sanitation to prevent viruses in our school.

Hello teachers and students:

Recently, two cases have occurred in Eastern Province of my country, and they have been diagnosed as N411 new influenza virus, which can spread rapidly through the air.

The initial symptoms are similar to those of the common cold, mainly including fatigue, weakness of limbs, headache and brain heat, accompanied by cough symptoms. Due to the long incubation period and undetectable, I hope students pay more attention.

After that, it will be full of suggestions on how to improve environmental sanitation, such as opening more windows and ventilating more.

This kind of notice can be issued almost every other month. The probability of it breaking out on campus is less than 1 in 10,000,000, and it is not always possible to encounter it after several sessions.

Meng Guowei didn't take this matter seriously at first, thinking about going back and asking the class representative to issue it in the class, and it would be fine to notify.

However, Zhou Yuan's remarks forced him to formally face the precautionary notice.

After reading it, Zhou Yuan could fully understand Meng Guowei's nervousness. He quickly eased his mind and comforted him: "Lao Meng, don't be nervous, we can't draw conclusions about this situation for the time being, maybe things are not what we thought, ordinary The chances of catching a cold are still relatively high.”

Meng Guowei raised his hand and supported the desk: "You are right, I hope so."

Zhou Yuan continued to comfort: "East Province is more than 2,000 kilometers away from us, and the source of infection will not spread so fast."

The next lesson is Meng Guowei's class.

When the class bell rang, he took a deep breath and walked to Class 7 with the lesson plan. As soon as he put down the textbook, he saw two classmates wearing masks. Meng Guowei looked away and pretended to be calm: "Let's turn to page 68 of the textbook, we talked about it yesterday..."

"cough."

This voice came from his most proud student, "Shao Zhan".

Meng Guowei took a deep breath: "Speaking of this, the old county of Yuzhang, the new residence of Hongdu..."

"…cough."

This voice came from his most headache student, "Xu Sheng".

Xu Sheng had already discussed with Shao Zhan before the class, and the task was completed with three coughs. Pick your own time to cough, try to stagger it.

So Meng Guowei was very anxious in this class, he stopped halfway and said, "Xu Sheng."

Shao Zhan raised his eyes.

"Open the window wider," Meng Guowei stopped and pointed at the window, "The class is dusty and ventilated."

Shao Zhan threw the phone back into the table and got up to open the window.

Only then did Meng Guowei feel that his breathing was smoother.

These days, Xu Sheng has developed the habit of taking notes in class. After all, he can't do anything, and sitting is boring. It's better to take notes.

He has always used Shao Zhan's textbooks. If any classmates come to borrow books to read, they will find that the handwriting on Xue Shen's class notes is suddenly scribbled, and the scribbles are so incomprehensible.

Halfway through writing, Xu Sheng noticed Shao Zhan's gaze: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Shao Zhan wanted to say where your copybook had gone, and finally turned his eyes away and let him scribble on his textbook.

Tutoring is unlikely to be useful.

Writing is impossible.

Meng Guowei was frightened in this class. He originally planned to send Director Gu's notice in class, but he was careful and worried that sending it now would bring psychological pressure to the two wearing masks and cause unnecessary panic.

So after he returned to the office, he pondered for a long time, and stopped a classmate who came to the office to ask for the wrong question book and was about to go back to class: "Go to Class 7 and call Shao Zhan and Xu Sheng over."

When Xu Sheng went, he couldn't guess what Lao Meng called them to do.

Instead, Shao Zhan said when he got up, "You're coughing too hard."

Coughing like this, can I be called over to ask a few questions

Xu Sheng followed Shao Zhan, and the two walked in the aisle of the sophomore group wearing masks one after the other, attracting a lot of attention, and some students even looked back after walking away.

Zhan Wubusheng added new material to the topic building.

in the office.

As soon as Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan sat down, Meng Guowei handed over two cups of hot water: "I heard that you two have some problems with your health?"

Xu Sheng took the hot water, thought about it and said, "It's okay, it's not very comfortable."

Not to mention the discomfort, the trick to pretending to be sick is to be vague.

Meng Guowei: "Recently... do you get tired easily?"

Xu Sheng's hand wrapped around Shao Zhan's side and pinched him lightly.

Shao Zhan said: "It's a little bit."

Meng Guowei: "Weak limbs?"

In order to pretend to be sick, Xu Sheng can recognize everything: "That's right."

Meng Guowei paused for a second every time he said a word.

Xu Sheng calculated in his heart that headaches were not a big problem.

Can recognize.

Finally he said, "Yes."

What the two of them didn't know was that Meng Guowei's world seemed to have been torn apart by lightning. The excellent teacher who had been in charge for many years and could calmly deal with any emergencies was rolling in his mind.

Meng Guowei thought to himself: It's over.