My Lucky First Love Chapter 3

Luke left home in a hurry, and he forgot to bring many things and few clothes when he traveled from south to north. Ding Zhaowen said he would mail winter clothes to him when he arrived.

As for medicine, I didn't even bring it with me.

He returned to the new dormitory and found it was empty. As the senior who had just moved out said, this dormitory would probably become his private dormitory.

He took a hot shower, and when he came out, before his hair was dry, the power in the dormitory suddenly went out.

Luke remembered what the dormitory manager told him: "The curfew is at 11 o'clock, and the power will be cut off at 12 o'clock. Those of you who are doing homework, please come to the first floor. There is a study room on the first floor, and the power is on all night."

He changed his clothes and went to the study room on the first floor. Unexpectedly, there were quite a few people sitting in the small study room. It was quiet inside, and the pen tip scratched the paper.

After midnight, the dormitory manager came to the door of the study room to remind everyone of the time: "Students, go to bed early. If you can't finish your homework, go to the classroom early tomorrow to do it."

Luke usually goes to bed at the latest at twelve o'clock on weekdays, but he has not finished the homework assigned by the six subject teachers of Class 4 to his classmates last Friday.

He used to study by himself and had already finished the third-year high school courses. He found the second-year high school questions very easy, so he did very little drafting and could get the answers with just a few strokes. In fact, doing these questions was not very useful to him. He was also a little sleepy. His eyelids started to droop as he wrote, and he felt a little dizzy. He didn't know if it was because of the rain.

So Luke didn't want to waste time, so he simply took out the answers from the exercise book and copied all the answers except the word "omitted".

At 1:30 in the morning, most of the students in the study room had left. Luke was already sleepy. He half-closed his eyes, supported his chin with one hand, and quickly copied down the answers with the other hand.

A male classmate suddenly came up to him.

"You might as well not write the answers if you're copying them."

Luke looked up at him.

The male classmate also wore glasses, had a few pimples on his forehead, and had a gentle and nerdy face.

"I'm the study committee member of Class 4. You are the transfer student Luke, right?" the student committee member advised earnestly, "It's really not good to copy answers. It's not fun to deal with the teacher."

Luke smiled slightly, and continued to copy. He copied quickly but his handwriting was still beautiful: "Yes, I know. Thank you for reminding me."

Seeing that he was agreeing with her but still being stubborn, the student council member's face froze: "You are lying to the teacher and to yourself at the same time, classmate. This is not good."

He really looked down on such students. If they couldn't write, they would just copy the answers. If they couldn't write, they wouldn't write at all. They would be like Alex. They wouldn't hand in their papers even if they didn't write them.

Luke stopped looking at him. He took a sip of water and said in a murky voice, "I can write all of these. Thank you, Student Council member. It's okay."

The student councillor curled his lips and shook his head: "If you don't want to listen, forget it."

Class Four is indeed a key class, but there happens to be an exception in their class, and that is Alex.

Alex is a popular figure in the school. Although he looks like a typical bad student, he is very popular in the class. Many girls have a crush on him because he likes to treat everyone and is very generous. In addition, his grades are very bad. He not only sleeps in class, but also hands in blank papers in exams. He has no competition with other students in the class, so the boys have a good relationship with him.

If a student like Alex could get into their Class 4, then why would it be impossible for another similar transfer student to get in?

When Luke woke up, he felt dizzy. He realized that he might be sick. He wanted to drink some hot water, but found that there was not a drop of water left in the water dispenser.

He took his thermos cup and went to the classroom, where many people were studying.

He took some water and drank it, but it didn't help.

The class representatives of each subject began to collect homework, and Luke also handed in his homework. Unexpectedly, the transfer student who just came last night actually handed in the homework assigned last Friday. The class representatives were a little surprised, and when they opened his homework, they immediately felt a sense of crisis.

"Is the transfer student a top student?"

Huang Danlu, the English class representative who received Luke's book cover yesterday, exclaimed: "You are so hardworking, and your English handwriting is so beautiful."

Luke's lips turned pale as she said thank you.

Huang Danlu whispered again: "I changed the book cover, my roommates said it looks good and asked me where I bought it." She pursed her lips, "Classmate, where did you buy it?"

"It's available online. The brand should be printed on the back of the book cover. Just search for it."

He looked so bad that Huang Danlu wanted to ask a question, but somehow stopped herself and didn't ask.

Soon, the head teacher came and urged everyone to gather outside: "The flag is being raised! Hurry up, hurry up and move."

Luke was a little shaky when he stood up. He didn't get sick very often, but he would get seriously ill every year for various reasons. In fact, his health was not very good. This was a problem he had from the womb.

He was the last one to leave the classroom, and his father said to him: "You don't have to go to the flag-raising ceremony today. You don't have a school uniform, so just stay in the classroom."

Luke nodded. Teacher Dou told him yesterday that school uniforms should be purchased at the Education Department. A set of autumn school uniforms costs 200 yuan, and generally at least two sets are enough.

It is cold in the north in winter, so the school uniforms of No. 6 Middle School are divided into three sets for different seasons. One set is for summer, which is pure cotton short-sleeved; the other set is for autumn, which is what we wear in the current season. But soon, we will have to wear winter uniforms, which are thick cotton jackets and trousers, and the jackets are also long. You have to buy a set for 380 yuan.

Everyone in the classroom had left. He lay on the desk, his head feeling as heavy as if it were filled with water.

When Alex came in, he saw him lying down and sleeping. He muttered to himself that this transfer student was pretty awesome. He was so arrogant on his first day of school that he didn't even raise the flag but just lay down and slept.

The reason why he came so early today was because Principal Zhou called him. He probably had already seen that his feet were fake and told him to stop.

Alex was also a little embarrassed and felt too embarrassed to pretend anymore, so he came to class early today.

He usually doesn't make big mistakes, at most he'll have minor problems like being late for class. Sometimes when he really has something to do, he'll make up a random excuse and ask his father for leave. No matter whether the leave is granted or not, he'll have asked for leave and won't go to class.

So it’s no wonder that the head teacher is prejudiced against him, but fortunately Alex is not a troublesome student. Although his grades are not good, he will not cause trouble.

The transfer student behind him was sleeping, and Alex was also lying there, playing games.

As a result, before he finished the fight, a hand patted him lightly from behind.

Alex turned his head: "What are you doing?"

Luke's face was pale: "Student, do you know... where the school clinic is?"

Seeing that his face looked so bad, he was already pale and now looked even sicker. Thinking of the rain last night, Alex asked, "In the teaching building over there, did you catch a cold?"

"I don't know," he said hoarsely, licking his dry, chapped lips. "Maybe I have a fever."

"When you have a fever, your face will turn red, why is it so pale?"

Luke shook his head and touched his forehead, which was very hot.

His voice was weak: "Where is the school clinic?"

"On the first floor," Alex added, "the first floor of the senior high school teaching building."

"Oh." Luke stood up, propped up the table with both hands, and looked at the man who was about to fall down. "Which building is the senior year in?"

"This building is..." He gave a brief explanation. Luke thanked him and walked out of the classroom.

Alex is not usually willing to help others, but the transfer student looked like he was dying of illness. It was so tragic that he felt sympathy for him, so he stopped him and said, "Wait a moment."

Luke turned her head.

Alex has narrow eyes, and when he doesn't smile, he looks a little fierce, and he doesn't look like a good person. He glanced at the transfer student, paused, and said, "Forget it, I'm going to the school clinic to buy some things, you follow me."

The teaching building was not that big, and Class 4 was on the first floor, so it didn't take long to find the school clinic. Luke sat down, and the school doctor felt his forehead and asked, "It's so hot, did you get caught in the rain yesterday?"

Luke nodded, her voice already hoarse: "It got wet a little."

The school doctor shook the thermometer and handed it to him: "Hold it under the armpit."

While he was taking the temperature, Alex was sitting next to him playing with his phone. Luke heard the sound effects, which were a trendy Candy Crush game.

He held the thermometer and turned to look at Alex.

Alex might really like this kind of game, he played it very seriously, his deep eyes staring at the screen with particular persistence, his thin lips slightly pursed under his high nose bridge.

He was very tall, wearing a pair of limited edition sneakers and an autumn school uniform like other students. His school uniform jacket was zipped up to his chest, and he was wearing thin clothes underneath. However, he was very strong, and even the loose school uniform could not hide his muscular physique that was significantly different from his peers.

Luke discovered yesterday that he has muscles and abdominal muscles, but she doesn't know how many.

The thermometer was taken out, and the school doctor shook his head solemnly: "You have to go to another hospital for an IV. It's almost 40 degrees."

When Luke heard that she had to leave school for an IV, she shook her head and asked, "Can I take medicine?"

The school doctor shook his head: "The medicine can't reduce the high fever. Which class are you from? Who is your class teacher?"

Luke insisted: "I just need to take medicine."

"Student, why are you so stubborn? You have a high fever. If you can't reduce the fever, you will faint and it will be a big trouble." The school doctor felt strange. Normally, students would be so happy when they heard about going out of school that they almost set off firecrackers. Why is this student like this?

"Teacher, I have class in the morning."

Alex burst out laughing when he heard this. What's the point of a poor student attending classes? You don't understand sh!t!

School doctor: "It is important to attend classes, but you can't neglect your health. How can you listen to the lectures when you are sick? How can you study when your brain is burned out?"

Alex was happy again. If he wasn't sick, he wouldn't understand. If his brain wasn't broken, he couldn't study. Otherwise, why was he called a poor student?

The school doctor immediately started writing a diagnosis and asked him, "Name?"

Luke was silent for a few seconds. Alex, who was playing Candy Crush, suddenly tapped him and said, "I'm asking you your name. Hurry up and tell me."

Luke glanced at him.

Alex winked at him: "Classmate, I'll go to the hospital with you."

Luke knew that he wanted to go out of school to play, and he was really feeling unwell, and it might be because of the unfamiliar climate, which was why he suddenly became like this.

He gave his name: "Luke, the snowy and smooth spring snow."

Alex sighed: "So pretentious, and yet he still boasts about poetry."

Luke glanced at him and said nothing. The school doctor handed him the diagnosis and said seriously, "Go ask your class teacher for leave. You can't be careless with a fever of 40 degrees. You must take a taxi to the hospital. Remember?"

Alex was very enthusiastic about leaving school. To be honest, he was really uncomfortable staying in the classroom. Sometimes he was too bored and would listen to some classes. He felt that they were not difficult and he could understand them, but he did not have the patience to catch up on the previous content.

The two returned to the classroom. The flag-raising ceremony was over. Alex dragged him to the office and took the initiative to tell Teacher Dou: "He is sick, with a high fever of over 40 degrees! The school doctor said that he must be given an IV, otherwise something serious will happen!" He was too serious when he spoke, and he was seriously exaggerating. Not only that, he also put his arm around Luke's shoulders and said, "Teacher Dou, I think Ben Xiao can no longer walk. I have to help him go to the hospital."

His arms suddenly came around, and Luke's whole body stiffened unnaturally.

Teacher Dou looked at his pair of sneakers, which were more and more eye-catching than ever before, and didn't see any bandages: "Is your foot okay now?"

Alex scratched his head guiltily and chuckled twice: "I'm in good health, I'll get better soon."

Teacher Dou said nothing, glanced at him, then looked at Luke, and found that he really looked very bad. His face was pale and red, and the air was so thick with illness that it became a little sticky.

Luke gave Teacher Dou the diagnosis from the school doctor and said, "I went out to buy exercise books last night, but it rained. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I got caught in the rain when I came back. I feel a little uncomfortable today." He coughed lightly, his expression movingly insistent, "Teacher, I don't have to go outside the school. I should be fine after taking some antipyretics."

After reading the school doctor's diagnosis, the old man's face towards Alex, which was always harsh, suddenly became tolerant: "It's okay. This morning's content is all about reviewing the first month's exam papers. You don't need to attend this class."

Alex was shocked.

His father asked him to write a test yesterday and to come to school today to correct it. But to this new poor student, his father actually told him that he didn't need to attend the class to correct the monthly test paper! Oh my god! Is he even more hopeless than himself?

How bad is this score? Negative score???

Moreover, he was so bad, yet he was still so nice to him. Did the transfer student have a mine in his family, or was he actually a relative of my father?

Alex was thinking aimlessly. After getting the leave note, he was very helpful and held Luke's shoulders and helped him out.

But as soon as he left the office, he let go. Alex was a little bit of a germaphobe, but the transfer student looked very fair. Even though he had so many scars on his face, he did have a clean aura that made people feel comfortable. Alex only touched him reluctantly after he could smell no trace of cigarette smoke on him.

As soon as he let go, Luke also breathed a sigh of relief and said with her head down, "I'll go get the wallet."

He and Alex disappeared together, and the classmates began to discuss whether something had happened.

"I saw them being called into the office by their father. Did they get into trouble?"

"I think it's quite possible..."

"How is the transfer student? Are his grades good? He should be good enough to be in our class, right?"

"I collected his homework this morning, and when I opened it, my god, almost all of it was correct..."

"I also collected his homework, and it felt really good."

"...Bullsh!t!" The student council member could no longer endure it.

"Why does the student council say that? Does the student council know him?"

"Haha, I saw him in the boys' study room yesterday. He was 'studying', but he was just copying down the answers!"

After hearing what the student council member said, the students all exclaimed: "Then how did he get into our class..."

After leaving school, Alex asked for his phone number: "Don't go back to school today. If you go back, I'll be exposed. If you're in a hurry to go back, just send me a text message, got it?"

"Well, I'll go back after I finish the infusion." His face was pale just now, but now it was flushed, not normally red, and coupled with his injuries, he looked so pitiful.

"Don't go too early, or go back to the dormitory to sleep. It's more comfortable to sleep lying down than lying on your stomach. You can't understand the class anyway, so it's useless to go." Alex helped Luke stop a car and kindly told the driver to take the patient to the nearest hospital.

Luke went to the hospital and the doctor asked him whether he wanted an injection or an infusion. He chose the injection because it was faster.

Alex didn't expect that Luke would send him a text message in less than 40 minutes: "I've finished the injection and am going back to school now."

Remind him to go back quickly.

Alex replied after a while: "fcuk, don't go to the classroom. The school doctor told you to have an IV and an injection. Why don't you listen to the doctor's advice? I don't want to go back so early. I'm far away from the school! Go back to the dormitory and sleep, okay?"

Luke ignored him. Perhaps because of the injection, he was a little out of tune in class, but the teacher asked him a question and he stood up and answered correctly.

In the afternoon, there was a math class with class teacher Dou. He saw that Alex was not there, so he asked Luke: "You two went to the hospital together, where is he? Did he not go to the hospital with you?"

"He went with me and stayed with me for the whole morning. There was a shortage of beds in the hospital, so he sat in a chair the whole time. He just said he was too sleepy and went home."

My father really believed it and shook his head helplessly: "This Alex."

Luke had just seen his brand new book and knew how to write his name. The “Cheng” next to the character “王” means beautiful jade, a very rare character.

Luke asked for leave from Teacher Dou, saying, "Teacher Dou, this is my medical record. I need to get two more injections and go to the hospital tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Can I leave school after the third get out of class in the afternoon?"

My father agreed: "Take care of your health. Your health is the capital of revolution. Only with a healthy body can you study well."

Luke nodded, and he told Alex about this later. Not long after, Luke received a WeChat friend request from Alex.

As soon as he agreed, a voice message came from the other side.

Luke was fascinated by his voice. He liked to listen to bass when listening to songs, and he also liked the subwoofer on BBC radio, but none of their voices seemed as good as Alex's. Luke carefully took out his headphones and put them on, then clicked on the unread voice message.

Alex was probably outside. His voice was accompanied by the whistling wind, and he said fiercely: "Why the hell don't you listen to me?"