A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1131 The Consequences of a Hangover & Little Bastard

Although this person is a little aloof and cold in front of teachers and classmates, he is still quite polite.

But only Mu Ning knew that this person was actually extremely childish and domineering!

"We're going to be late." Mu Ning shouted again from outside. He was a repeater anyway, so it didn't matter whether he went to school or not, but it was different for her.

She pushed the door open and stood angrily at the head of his bed.

Zhuang Shiyuan stood up and pressed his forehead, "Go get me a glass of water."

“…I’m going to be late…” Mu Ning stood still.

Zhuang Shiyuan raised his eyes and looked at her coldly. The ugliness of his expression scared Mu Ning. "Are you sick?"

"..."

Before Zhuang Shiyuan could utter a word, his stomach suddenly tightened, pushing upwards. A pungent, hot smell surged up his nose, and he immediately leaned forward reflexively. "Ugh!"

"what……"

Mu Ning exclaimed and quickly retreated to the door, "Are you...are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Zhuang Shiyuan looked up at her. That little bastard actually ran away faster than a rabbit?!

He raised his hand, wanting her to help him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his stomach churned and he vomited again.

"It stinks!"

Mu Ning turned and ran, "You little bastard, you're looking for death..."

"I'll go get you some water--" Mu Ning turned around and said, how disgusting, she hadn't even had breakfast yet and he vomited all over the floor.

She was most afraid of seeing those filthy things. One glance at them would make her unable to eat for several days.

Soon Mu Ning brought warm water and placed the cup and kettle outside the door.

"I put the water here for you, come out and drink it yourself. You're going to be late. I'm going to class. I'll ask my classmates to help you get leave..." Mu Ning shouted outside, but there was no response after he finished speaking, which meant that he had heard it.

After a pause, he called out again, "Well, I'll be leaving now. You can have some sleep. There's water outside."

After saying that, she really left. She had a conscience. She looked back before leaving, then closed the door and ran away.

Zhuang Shiyuan held his head and stomach, looking at the filth on the floor. He felt nauseous and lay on the bed for a while, holding his head and gently rubbing his stomach which was twitching. After about ten minutes of relief, he finally got up.

He avoided the filth on the floor, walked out of the room, picked up the kettle and cup outside, drank some water to rinse his mouth, and after taking a few big gulps of warm water, he went straight into Mu Ning's room, fell on the bed and fell asleep again.

Drinking too much is really uncomfortable. All I vomit is the fermented alcohol smell, which makes my throat sore. Drinking is harmful to the body. If Shi Lao San, who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, can drink so much, you can imagine how much he drank.

Mu Ning went to school and when she entered, she pulled a boy from her class and said, "Zhuang Shiyuan is sick. Please ask the teacher for leave for him."

The boy looked at Mu Ning strangely, "Why don't you help him?"

"I'm not familiar with him." Mu Ning raised her little face and spoke sternly.

"Okay, I'll tell the monitor." The boy turned back and asked as he entered the classroom, "Then why did he get sick?"

"I also heard it from students in other classes. When they knew I was in the same class as him, they asked me to speak for him." Mu Ning lied with his eyes open, and it sounded like the truth.

The boy thought about it and decided it was probably this: Zhuang Shiyuan had suddenly joined their class at the start of their second year of high school. Later, they heard that Zhuang Shiyuan was supposed to be going to college, but he had a high fever during the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination) and his brain was foggy, so he handed in several blank papers. He'd heard he had excellent grades, so when he got his transcript, it was a big boost, and he decided to start over, starting in his second year of high school, abandoning science for liberal arts.

No. 3 Middle School only started to divide students into liberal arts and science in the second year of high school, so I don’t know how much torment and pain that person must have endured before he mustered up the courage to start over.

"Okay, I'll tell you." said the boy.

Mu Ning entered the classroom. Her grades were pretty good, but because she was tall, she could only sit in the middle or at the back, or on the side.

Zhuang Shiyuan was not in class, so she was so relaxed that she had lunch in the cafeteria and didn't even think about the patient at home.

After school in the afternoon, Mu Ning walked out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back. The graduating class only had one day off on weekends, and she finally made it to Sunday. She planned to finish the homework accumulated this week this weekend.

"Mu Ning." The class monitor chased after him and finally caught up with him at the school gate.

Mu Ning turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Squad leader Duan Ran stood beside Mu Ning and asked, "Did you take Zhuang Shiyuan's leave?"

"It's not me. I just heard it from classmates in other classes. I'm not familiar with him." Mu Ning quickly distanced himself from the matter.

Duan Ran was immediately relieved. "Oh, I see. I've already reported it to the teacher. Now go. Stay away from Zhuang Shiyuan. He seems different from us."

"What's different?" Mu Ning asked suspiciously.

Look, she is not the only one who rejects the liar Zhuang. Even the squad leader doesn't like that person and always says that she is stupid and dumb. He himself doesn't know how much of a failure his life is.

Duan Ran looked at Mu Ning, hesitated for a moment, and chose not to say anything. "It's not glorious for a repeater to get into a good university, right? He's different from us freshmen, what do you think?"

Mu Ning nodded reluctantly, as if they, the repeaters, just kept together and indeed seldom communicated with other students in the class.

Especially in the third year of high school, when nearly ten repeaters transferred in, the introductory class had 45 students, so of course the remaining students had to be expelled and transferred to other classes. The introductory class was a survival of the fittest system, which was actually quite cruel.

Basically, as soon as this group of repeaters came to the class, they squeezed out the top students who were originally ranked at the top. Among the freshmen, the scores were rising, but the rankings were falling. How could that feel good?

Therefore, by the end of their senior year, the introductory classes can be divided into two camps: repeaters and freshmen. Other classes can be divided into two categories: those who are taking the entrance exam and those who are not.

Duan Ran's words were undoubtedly an attempt to win over Mu Ning.

Because he had seen her ask questions to repeaters several times, when in fact he knew the answers to many questions she didn't know. But they were sitting too far away, and he didn't explicitly tell her to ask him instead of the repeaters, who would only look down on others with arrogance and contempt, and wouldn't even take their classmates seriously.

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll leave first." Mu Ning asked seriously.

Duan Ran wanted to say a few more words, but seeing her like that, he was afraid that she would think too much, so he gave up.

"Then go home and be careful." Duan Ran said.

Mu Ning nodded and left, with her schoolbag on her back and a book in her hands. It must be very hard for her to study.

Mu Ning entered the yard and walked towards the house. As soon as she got close, a pungent smell came out, and Mu Ning felt so nauseous that she retched repeatedly.

Didn't he clean it up?