Rebirth Junior High School: The Excelling Top Student Goddess

After training on Sunday, more than five o’clock in the afternoon, Yun Hua went to the Military Region Hospital again.

When she went, Bo Siqing was writing and drawing in a very strange posture.

He couldn’t sit up yet, and was still lying on the bed, but he was asked to get him a movable stand, which supported a drawing board in front of his chest, with a blank sheet of paper on it.

In this way, he does not need to sit up, and can still write and write on the paper.

Yun Hua glanced curiously as she walked by, but she could only see that it seemed to be a topographic map with various symbols on it, but she couldn’t understand what those symbols represented.

“What are you doing?” Yun Hua asked.

“Boring.” Bo Siqing reluctantly said, “It’s getting so boring that it’s moldy, so find something to do.”

“Is the wound still hurting?”

Bo Siqing lightly coughed, “It doesn’t hurt anymore. The medicine of Lao Zhongtou’s family still works. I will rob a few more bottles next time.”

Yun Hua didn’t want to pierce him, but robbed a few more bottles. There are only two or three bottles left, so it is necessary to tear down the medicine hall!

“By the way, when I came back, I saw your big brother.” Yun Hua thought about it and said, “Your family … you’re all done, just your big brother come to see you?”

Bo Siqing pitifully flattened his mouth: “Yeah, I’m so poor, no one came to see me!”

Yun Hua is speechless and can only stare.

Bo Siqing immediately smiled brightly again, “It’s okay, my family has no problems. This time, the injury was a bit ruthless. Old Grandpa’s blood pressure has been high for the past two years. I dare not tell him, anyway, am I not dead? At Old Grandpa, there was no major event for the otherwise die. As for my parents, they were so busy that they called and knew everything was fine. “

“…” Yun Hua really didn’t know what to say, “Well … I’m home, it’s too late for my mother to worry.”

“Okay, I’ll send someone to pick you up next week.” Bo Siqing said naturally.

Yun Hua suddenly stared: “Are you all right?”

He was out of danger, and the wound healed quickly with spirit grass cream. The key is that he won’t be able to sleep so much, so why let her do it!

“I’ve done this. No one in my family came to see me. Wouldn’t you come to see me?” Bo Siqing looked at her aggrievedly.

Yun Hua is really … defeated by him!

When Yun Hua and Chu Yu returned home together, it was already eight o’clock.

“Is Xiaoji okay?” Jiang Huanqing asked worriedly. “Did Chu Yu rush back to get the medicine last night, did you use it?”

“It works, it’s fine. He’s okay, just rest for a while.” Yun Hua quickly said, “Don’t worry about it, mom.”

Jiang Huanqing nodded, “Then you go to rest, and go to school tomorrow. What can I do if the child is so tired every day?”

“I’m not tired.” Yun Hua laughed. “I think it’s good so that I feel alive.”

Jiang Huanqing’s brow frowned again.

Her daughter’s nightmare told her, but she didn’t say it was too specific. Jiang Huanqing would not disbelieve daughter, she just thought it was too incredible.

Regardless, it was just a nightmare. The painful experience in the dream can only be used as a wake-up call, and the dream cannot be regarded as a real experience.

But at the moment, it seems that paintings are affected by nightmares.

Painting seems to really take everything in the nightmare seriously, so it is so busy to live, to live so hard, to live so hard.

Jiang Huanqing couldn’t figure it out. Everyone had a nightmare, but who would really take the nightmare as a real thing?

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