You Like The Smart Ones? You Should Have Said So Sooner! - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Fever

Song Ying hesitated for a moment, placed the thermos on Qin Mian’s desk, and sat back in his own seat.

Everyone in the first examination hall had their eyes wide open, watching the interaction between the two. Partly out of admiration for the top students, and partly because they had never seen top students “fight” before—their eyes were sparkling with the light of gossip.

“Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap…”

Lin Zhixia, sitting toward the back of the hall, was so excited her feet were stomping. She reached into her pocket only to find it empty, and instantly felt like beating her chest in frustration.

Over the past few days, anyone could tell these two had been fighting. Despite sitting one in front of the other, they hadn’t said a single word for three whole days. Now that she finally got to see a bit of interaction between Qin Mian and Song Ying, she couldn’t immediately share it with Duan Momo. It was agonizing.

Qin Mian’s gaze fell on the black thermos on his desk, but he made no move to touch it.

When Song Ying passed the math papers down, he turned his head and saw that the thermos hadn’t moved an inch. He stole a glance at Qin Mian, whose face was a bit pale, but said nothing. After quietly setting the papers down, he turned back around.

Shasha—

In the quiet examination hall, the only sound was the friction of pen nibs against paper.

The sun climbed higher. Qin Mian propped up his groggy head. After checking that he hadn’t made any low-level mistakes like skipping a question, he glanced at the time. There were thirty minutes left before the end of the exam.

As if possessed, his gaze was drawn back to the thermos on his desk. After a long internal struggle, he convinced himself with the reasoning of “it’s a waste not to drink it,” picked up the thermos, and opened it.

The hot steam rose, carrying the bitter fragrance of medicine.

Thinking there was still half an hour left, Qin Mian leaned over the desk, preparing to take a short nap.

The students who noticed Qin Mian lying down whispered their protests. “Crap…” “I still have three major problems left to write, and he’s already asleep???” “The gap between humans is truly bigger than the gap between humans and dogs.”

“Quiet!” The proctor sitting at the podium tapped the desk lightly to maintain discipline. She was Teacher Cai, a math teacher from the same office as Ding Zi, and she had heard of Qin Mian’s reputation for a long time. Every time there was a joint exam, the whole office counted on Qin Mian to bring them glory so they could hold their heads high in front of other schools.

Consequently, she viewed Qin Mian through a very thick lens of favoritism. What’s wrong with sleeping? A top student sleeping won’t affect his grades. As long as he doesn’t disturb others and produces results, I’d hand him a ladder if he wanted to go to heaven.

Ring!!!—

A sharp, piercing bell rang out for five seconds. After everyone turned in their papers, they began to leave one after another. Seeing that Qin Mian hadn’t woken up, some couldn’t help but remark, “As expected of a top student, his sleep quality is amazing.”

Song Ying turned around to see Qin Mian sleeping soundly on the desk. His dark chestnut hair looked soft, and his long, thin eyelashes rested quietly. He looked much more docile than when he was awake. However, the scar on the corner of his forehead, visible on his half-exposed face, added a touch of “don’t mess with me” back to his aura.

Song Ying reached out and gently placed his hand on Qin Mian’s forehead. It was a bit hot.

With a soft sigh, Song Ying leaned down close to the sleeping boy and called softly: “Qin Mian, Qin Mian, wake up. Class is over.”

The other party didn’t react at all.

After hesitating for a second, Song Ying squatted down directly. Moving gently, he shifted Qin Mian onto his back and stood up.

Lin Zhixia, taking in the entire scene, covered her mouth in shock. Holy crap, this is the real deal. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and captured the moment Song Ying had leaned down to check the other’s temperature.

In the tidy classroom, a clean and handsome youth leaned with concern toward another boy sleeping on a desk. The beams of light from the Tyndall effect passed through the window, shining on their hair, making the scene look exceptionally beautiful.

Song Ying carried Qin Mian all the way to the school clinic in the Mangzhong Building. The indoor temperature was as high as 35 degrees Celsius; by the end of the trip, beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead.

Midway, Qin Mian woke up for a brief moment in a daze. He first leaned close to Song Ying’s neck and sniffed, making the latter freeze in place. Then, as if confirming that the person carrying him was indeed Song Ying, he grumbled unhappily:

“Dumbass Song Ying.”

This left Song Ying speechless. He was kindly carrying him to the clinic, and this heartless guy was actually cursing him in his dreams. He certainly held a grudge.

Then, the person on his back continued to complain relentlessly: “What right do you have…” “What right do you have to be sarcastic with me… why are you lecturing me.” “…You don’t know shit.”

Hearing the growing sense of grievance in the voice of the person on his back, Song Ying felt a helpless urge to laugh. He nodded in response, coaxing him with a gentle tone: “Yes, yes, yes, I don’t know shit.”

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’m sorry.” “Can you forgive me?”

As a result, Qin Mian went silent again.

Song Ying was silent for a long time, finally letting out a long, helpless sigh.

In the School Clinic.

The school doctor was a young-looking woman. Seeing Song Ying carry someone in, she immediately stood up. “What happened?”

“Teacher, he has a fever.”

“Put him on the bed.” The doctor pointed behind the curtain, then took a thermometer to check. 39.5 degrees.

“Hiss—” The doctor frowned. “That’s quite high. I’ll cool him down first. Have you contacted your head teacher? Maybe he should be sent home to rest.”

Song Ying shook his head. “No one is at home. I’ll have to trouble you.”

Seeing how handsome and polite the young man was, the doctor’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “It’s my job, no trouble at all,” she waved her hand.

Song Ying sat to the side, watching the doctor get a towel and an ice pack to place on Qin Mian’s forehead.

“By the way, did you notify your head teacher?” the doctor asked.

Song Ying pulled out his phone. “Not yet, I’ll do it now.”

Song Ying: Teacher Ding, Qin Mian has a fever. He and I are at the school clinic now. Song Ying: He probably won’t be able to make the English exam this afternoon. Could you see if a make-up exam can be arranged for him?

Ding Zi: !!!Ding Zi: A fever!!?? Wait, I’ll be right there!

In less than two minutes, there was a knock on the clinic door. The doctor raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh my, so fast?” Just how precious are these two students?

“Teacher Hong,” Ding Zi panted, greeting the doctor first.

The moment Hong Yue saw Ding Zi, she understood. No wonder he was so protective; these two students must be Qin Mian and Song Ying. After all, the record of the duo challenging the Beidou Alliance had already reached the clinic.

Ding Zi hurriedly walked to the bedside with a frown. Seeing Qin Mian’s pale face, his frown deepened. Honestly, why did his students have so many misfortunes? He remembered it hadn’t even been a month since the last time Qin Mian was discharged from the hospital.

“How is he? Is he okay?”

Hong Yue found Ding Zi’s nervous expression a bit funny. “He’s fine, just a fever. I’ll give him some medicine. Just needs rest.”

Ding Zi finally relaxed and nodded. Noticing Song Ying was still there, he said, “Song Ying, you go back first. I’ll stay here. You have an exam this afternoon.”

“No, I’ll stay here,” Song Ying replied without hesitation, refusing the offer.

Ding Zi’s first reaction was to disagree. “That won’t do. You have an exam this afternoon; don’t you need to review?”

Song Ying raised his calm eyes and said as light as a breeze: “No need to review. I know it all.”