Xu Xing ran out of the infirmary and went straight to the school's canteen. He remembered that he had seen Xu Yin's favorite chocolate candy there, but when he ran to the canteen out of breath, anxious eyes came to the shelf. Sweeping back, but didn't find that kind of sugar.
Xu Xing pursed his lips, turned around and ran to the school gate without a word. It was the first class time. The school gate was already closed, and the teachers who were on duty at the school gate that day also returned. The uncle of the guard in the lower security room poured tea and drank himself leisurely.
The uncle of the guard suddenly saw a student rushing towards him, and he put down the teapot in his hand and walked out.
Xu Xing panted heavily, looked at the closed school gate, turned his head anxiously to the uncle guard, and asked for help in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, I have an urgent matter and want to go out..."
Xu Xing hesitated to speak, his throat and eyes were panicking.
The suppressed emotions also surged up with the words.
The uncle of the doorman asked, "If you want to go out, you have to ask for a leave of absence. Do you have one?"
Xu Xing frowned and said, "No..."
Xu Xing didn't have a mobile phone with him, and he couldn't make a phone call to the head teacher to ask for leave.
The uncle guard looked at the frowning and restless student in front of him, and said helplessly, "I dare not let you out without a fake note. What are you doing in such a hurry?"
Xu Xing bit his lip and shook his head. His mind was filled with Xu Yin's bloodless face with his eyes closed just now. Bai ran to the canteen and then to the school gate. It took ten to twenty minutes. , He was anxious and afraid, and was about to run back to ask the head teacher for a leave of absence, when he turned around and saw the grade director of the third grade walking over.
"Is there a problem?"
When the uncle of the doorman saw the director coming, he said: "This student said that he has something to go out of school, but there is no fake note.
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The uncle of the guard is responsible for conveying, and then the director is responsible for communicating with the students.
At this time, the doorman saw a student in school uniform walking slowly outside the school gate, and opened the side door to let the student in, asking him to take out his school badge and sign his class name on the late registration form.
The uncle of the doorman glanced at it and compared the student's signature and school card information, and saw the name dropped on the registration form, which was quite amazing at first glance. The brush strokes are flowing, and the iron painting and the silver hook are already on the paper: Lu Che-207.
Lu Che wrote his name carelessly, but the corner of his eye fell on the two people who were talking outside the security room.
Lu Che remembered that this person was the monitor of the seventh grade of high school. When he entered the school, he was the monitor who helped him get school uniforms and books.
But Lu Che's impression of him stopped at the monitor of the seventh class. Lu Che didn't even know the name of this person, and he didn't pay attention to it at ordinary times. Only now, the man's voice was slightly choked, and he was overwhelmed with anxiety, and explained to the dean: "My sister fainted from hypoglycemia... She asked me to buy candy for her... But the candy store didn't..."
Lu Che took the school badge and walked out of the security room. He glanced at him curiously, and the expression of crying made Lu Che raised his eyebrows.
Lu Che has a strong temperament and loves face very much. He feels that the monitor's appearance of showing weakness is a bit difficult to describe.
Hearing the words, the grade director frowned and asked, "Is it the third year student who fainted when the flag was raised?"
The squad leader nodded again and again.
Seeing this, Lu Che didn't stop there, but before he took two steps, he heard the director say again, "I'll go out with you to the supermarket outside and look for it."
Lu Che felt in his heart that the rumored director of the third year of the mobile phone terminator was a good person. He didn't think much about it, and went straight back to Class 7's classroom.
The first class on Monday morning is the class meeting. Usually, the class teacher emphasizes a few disciplines. Next is the self-study time for everyone to make up their homework.
Lu Che shouted the report and walked into the classroom. The head teacher was used to it.
Lu Che sat by the window, and as soon as he was seated, he heard Kedi giggling: "Brother Che, you arrived two or three classes earlier than usual today."
Lu Che's home is in City A. He goes home every weekend, saying that City C is so stuffy that he can't hold back, so he doesn't rush across the city to go to school until Monday morning.
With his back against Zou Mang's table, Lu Che responded, "Well, it's early today."
He usually had to sleep until eight at the earliest, but miraculously woke up at seven this morning.
Lu Che answered this sentence and stopped talking. He took out a box of Wangzai's milk from under the table, bit a small straw in his mouth, leaned sideways against the wall, and looked out the window.