dognovel Chapter 505 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 23
Chapter 505 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 23
Organizing books is truly calming, especially when I'm with Zhaozhao.
Xie Zian met Zhao Zhao's gaze through the gap in the bookshelf and gave her a bright smile.
Zhao Zhao smiled at him, and the aloof boy became more gentle.
Zhao Zhao's thoughts drifted off; he wondered what would happen to Xie Zi'an after he was gone.
His family didn't have much money in this world, and the teenager had no one else to rely on.
"What are you thinking about? Are you tired?" Xie Zi'an walked over and pushed Zhao Zhao to sit down on a chair. He said gently, "Sit down. Leave the rest of the task to me."
He handed Zhao Zhao a comic book without giving her a chance to refuse, then turned to deal with the rest of her work.
Zhao Zhao held the comic book in her hand, feeling extremely flustered.
He picked up his phone and glanced at it subconsciously.
It's news about Shen Xinghe.
[。：Yes, but there's no extra charge.]
[I will raise you to the top 50 in your grade. All tutoring activities done before that are included in that 100,000 yuan.]
Ten thousand yuan is a lot of money; one should have principles.
.......
The days passed by in a flurry of activity. Zhao Zhao still went to work part-time with Xie Zi'an every night. She spent half of her free time improving Shen Xinghe's math skills and the other half supervising Xie Zi'an.
Zhao Zhao's physical condition is still too poor. He has been sick three times in the past month. Fortunately, no one has come to bother him anymore, which has brought some comfort to his busy life.
It's possible that Shen Xinghe was always by his side, so no one dared to cause trouble, or it's possible that Xie Zian's side had become more well-behaved, and he had fewer "enemies".
During lunch break, most of the students in the classroom lay down to sleep. Zhao Zhao raised her head from her arms, a few strands of her short, sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, and her face was covered in sweat.
His face was very red, but his lips were very white. He habitually took out his medicine from the drawer and found that it was all gone.
He's been sick too often these past few days.
Shen Xinghe was fast asleep beside her, so Zhao Zhao didn't wake him and tiptoed out of the classroom.
The campus was quiet. Zhao Zhao took a shortcut to a secluded staircase and suddenly heard heavy breathing and weak cries for help.
He rushed upstairs and found a boy lying on the stairs, his hands gripping the railing with bulging veins, struggling but unable to get up.
It is Shen Chilin.
"What's wrong with you?" Because of tutoring Shen Xinghe's homework, he had also had some exchanges with Shen Chilin this month.
The once dignified and gentle young man was now lying on the ground, pale and disheveled, his handsome face looking even worse than his own.
"Please...please get me...the medicine."
Shen Chilin spoke haltingly, as if he were about to breathe his last.
Zhao Zhao looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a white medicine bottle in a corner not far away.
He rushed to pick it up, but perhaps due to his anxiety and fever, he felt dizzy as he stood up, lost his balance, and fell down several steps.
Instantly, a piercing pain shot through my leg.
"Quick..." Shen Chilin, who was standing to the side, clutched his chest and looked ashen. Zhao Zhao endured the pain in his legs and crawled and rolled to pick up the medicine. Even though his hands were trembling from the pain, he quickly poured the medicine out and stuffed it into Shen Chilin's mouth.
"Swallow it quickly!" Zhao Zhao shouted hurriedly. He raised his hand and pinched Shen Chilin's arm. The pain brought him back to his senses.
Fortunately, the medicine was swallowed, and Zhao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. She clutched her leg and collapsed on the stairs with Shen Chilin.
Two people with disabilities ended up together by sheer bad luck.
"Are you feeling better...? No." Zhao Zhao gasped, and after a long while, a weak voice came from the side: "...Mmm."
After taking the medicine and recovering for half a minute, Shen Chilin's condition finally improved a little, and his regained consciousness made him notice the strangeness of the boy beside him.
His face was deathly pale, and his brows were furrowed as if he were enduring great pain; he didn't seem to be in much better condition than I was.
"What... happened to you again?" Shen Chilin looked at Zhao Zhao's leg, and then remembered that Shen Xinghe had once said that his leg had been broken.
"Did you bring your phone?" he asked urgently.
Zhao Zhao shook her head, her face pale.
The school forbids students from openly using their phones; who would bring one to the infirmary anyway?
Shen Chilin suffered a heart attack. His condition improved a little after taking the medicine, but he still doesn't have the strength to get up. Zhao Zhao is the same; she has a headache and her legs hurt even more, so she can't get up at all.
"Just wait, someone will come eventually," Zhao Zhao said weakly, enduring the pain.
He looked up at Shen Chilin and saw that he was no longer in a dying state, which reassured him somewhat.
Fortunately, not long after the two were lying pitifully on the stairs, someone discovered them and immediately called for help.
In no time, a highly efficient ambulance took the two away.