There are still many competitions in the afternoon. In order to encourage students who are preparing for the exam to actively participate, the school ordered all junior high school classes to participate in the competition. But despite this, it is not easy to find an event that all the boys in the class can't substitute in a certain period of time.
Song Ye believed that this phenomenon of everyone being unavailable was not an accident.
From the time she drank the water in the morning until now, she could notice that her energy was gradually declining, but other than that, she had no other reaction at all. This abnormality made her feel that the medicine in the glass of water was unusual. The milder it was, the more deadly it was. She understood this truth.
When they heard that Song Ye and Xu Zihang, a powerful pair, would appear again in the football match, the girls were very excited. They even made banners and cheering slogans during the noon time, and went to the edge of the field early to start their formation. The scene is quite spectacular.
In the stands, Qu Bai looked at the scorching sun above his head and the slightly hot wind. He lowered his eyes and saw Song Ye running into the field wrapped in an overly large uniform. He couldn't help but sigh, "Young people are full of energy."
Zhao Zhen, who was sitting next to him, was slightly dissatisfied. "I heard that Xiaoye had already participated in the basketball game in the morning. Why did she still have to play football in the afternoon? The weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's hard to bear." He said in the morning I didn't come over because I had something to do, but when I came back in the afternoon, I heard that Song Ye was participating in physical competitions one after another, and they were all participating with boys, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
"Haha, Mr. Zhao really underestimates your Song Ye. I don't think Xu Zihang can even compare to him." Of course, Qu Bai, who had always thought that Song Ye was a boy, was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhao Zhen's protective attitude. .
Zhao Zhen couldn't explain, so he smiled stiffly and stopped talking.
Leng Yuexin had been in a happy mood since the basketball game in the morning. Now when she heard Qu Bai praising Song Ye, she didn't care at all. Her eyes stared at Song Ye, and the corners of her mouth curved deeply.
The weather was hot. She wished Song Ye would sweat more.
At this time, cheers were heard from the audience. On the spacious playground, the teenagers were running with all their strength, sweating profusely, chasing a ball.
The strong combination has always been in the lead, relying on speed and tacit understanding to frequently intercept and shoot the ball. What is surprising is that Song Ye, who seems to be weak, not only plays basketball well, but also plays football with one against ten, which is impressive.
While everyone was cheering and cheering for Song Ye, as time passed, Song Ye gradually noticed something strange about his body.
She felt weak and weak all over before, but after sweating, her strength gradually recovered. However, she felt that her spirit was getting more and more excited, and her body was getting hotter and hotter. Her arms exposed to the sun were extremely hot, and her body was sweating many times more than usual.
This kind of drug reaction is a bit like a stimulant, but also a bit like a hallucinogen. It feels very strange, and Song Ye has never been exposed to it before.
Finally, after a cross-foot shot, Song Ye fell heavily to the ground and fell into a coma.
"Song Ye!" Xu Zihang watched her fall, roared, stepped forward, rushed over, and picked her up.
The sudden coma caused an uproar on the sidelines and in the stands. Qu stood up with a sound and subconsciously raised his feet to chase after him.
"Oh, my feet." At this time, Leng Yuexin, who was beside him, suddenly exclaimed and pounced on Qu Bai. The latter had no choice but to catch her and take a closer look. It turned out that he was injured by high heels. He frowned and saw Song Ye being sent out of the field from the corner of his eye. He was very worried and asked, "Can you leave by yourself?"
"No, my feet hurt a lot." Leng Yuexin held on to Qu Bai's arm, her face showing pain.
Qu Bai was so entangled that he had no choice but to slowly help him to the infirmary. Song Ye, who had fainted a second ago, had already been sent to the infirmary and was diagnosed as temporarily dehydrated and needed a good rest.
In the white medical room, a simple white cloth is separated from the simple hospital bed. The wind outside the window blows in, fluttering the white cloth, and the thin figure on the hospital bed inside is vaguely visible.
With a creak, in the silence, the door of the infirmary was quietly opened, and a petite figure sneaked in, secretly lifted the white cloth and saw that Song Ye showed no sign of waking up on the bed. Song Meimei brushed the floor and Curtains cover up.
"Haha, Song Ye, aren't you very capable? In the end, it didn't fall into my hands." Staring at that delicate and fair face, Song Meimei's face no longer showed pure grievance, but was replaced by a ferocious look. Smile, full of malice, "Since I was little, your face has been annoying. Now that your wings have hardened, you still want to escape from the Song family, fly on a branch and become a phoenix. Haha, a bastard is worthy of daydreaming. , let me tell you, you can’t go to Shi Yigao, and you can’t marry into a rich family. As long as your face is ruined, you will have nothing."
Twisted jealousy invaded her reason. Song Meimei raised the hot water bottle in her hand. The scalding temperature was steaming out in the hot weather. This was freshly boiled water.
As long as you pour this on, this face that makes people crazy with jealousy will no longer exist.
"Song Ye, you will never escape my grasp in this life." Song Meimei murmured, her hands were fierce, and the hot spout was facing the unconscious person and she was about to pour it down.
At this moment, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. The sharp eyes startled Song Meimei, and then the hot water bottle in his hand was kicked away and hit the wall with a loud noise.
Song Meimei watched in horror as Song Ye's eyes became bloodshot and he pressed closer, "Don't come over. What do you want to do? Don't!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Song Meimei turned around and rushed towards the door, only to find that the door had been locked by herself. Just as she was frantically trying to unlock the door, a hand grabbed her shoulder with such force that she was thrown away.
With a bang, Song Meimei's petite body hit the bed hard.
"Ah!" She screamed in pain. Before she could slip to the ground, Song Ye's figure had already jumped in front of her eyes. Before she could react, she was already imprisoned on the bed, and her neck was clamped by a hot hand. It took her breath away almost instantly.
Song Ye was riding on her, his originally fair and cold face quickly turning red and dizzy, "Say, where's the antidote?"
Song Ye could feel that he was losing his mind. Although he knew that Song Meimei might not be the murderer, he could not restrain the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart.
She miscalculated. This potion was not a simple stimulant, but an advanced potion that would change over time, and now, she was losing control.