Quan Jingyou: "..."
Seeing the person walk away without telling him what would eventually happen to Ji Tian, his whole being went numb.
"Blew me off, damn it. I hope Sister Tian knows and doesn't beat me to death!" Quan Jingyou grumbled, looking skywards without a word.
Meanwhile, at the infirmary.
The doctor took Qin Jiangsheng's temperature; it had soared to forty degrees. Shaking his head, he held the IV needle, "Young man, you're burning up like this and still insist on attending school? You really love studying too much. Which class are you from? I'll tell your homeroom teacher to praise you a bit."
Qin Jiangsheng: "..."
Ji Tian: "..."
His voice came out a bit hoarse, "No need, I don't love studying."
The doctor obviously didn't believe him, but just then, a student complaining of stomach pain arrived, so he hung up the IV for Qin Jiangsheng and went to check on the other student's symptoms.
