Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 499 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 17

Zhao Zhao was so tired today that she actually fell asleep in class, which is unusual for her.

Shen Xinghe was struggling with a math problem when he turned around in frustration and saw Zhao Zhao sleeping peacefully on the table.

The sunlight streaming through the window was perhaps a little dazzling, causing the boy's handsome brows to furrow.

Shen Xinghe was stunned. He unconsciously used his book to block the sunlight from the window and stared at Zhao Zhao's sleeping face for a long time before remembering that he could close the curtains.

His face flushed again, and he felt a little silly.

Meanwhile, the math teacher on the podium had been staring at Shen Xinghe for quite some time.

The three of them were like a love triangle, he looked at him, he looked at him again, and none of them noticed each other.

It wasn't until the class monitor behind him coughed lightly and whispered a reminder, "Shen Xinghe, the math teacher is watching you."

Shen Xinghe snapped back to reality, met the teacher's gaze, and blushed from his feet to his face.

"Get out and stand there."

Before he could finish speaking, he rolled out of the classroom. In one math class, Shen Xinghe rolled out twice.

He secretly peeked out the window and found that Zhao Zhao hadn't been woken up by the noise, so he stared at him from the window again.

As he watched, he felt like he was becoming obsessed...

Zhao Zhao slept from morning until noon, and when she woke up, her face was flushed.

He touched his forehead and, sure enough, he had a fever.

Zhao Zhao had gotten used to the occasional high temperatures, so she put her hands in her pockets and walked calmly toward the infirmary.

Shen Xinghe had only gone out of the classroom to use the restroom for the past few classes. When he came back, he found that his big deskmate was gone.

"Class monitor! Where's my deskmate? My deskmate who was just sleeping here is gone?!"

He grabbed the class monitor by the neck and shook him, not with much force, but it was annoying.

The class representative was annoyed by him and quickly said, "He just went out and should be back soon. What's the rush?"

"Oh." Shen Xinghe forced himself to calm down, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with no one beside him.

As Zhao Zhao slowly walked towards the infirmary, several tall figures suddenly stood in front of her as she passed the senior high school building.

He had a bad feeling, looked up, and saw a group of fierce-looking strangers.

"Isn't this Xie Zi'an's precious younger brother? What's wrong? Why isn't your brother here for class?"

Upon hearing his brother's name, Zhao Zhao already knew what it was about.

Someone patted Zhao Zhao's slightly flushed face. The originally frivolous gesture hesitated after noticing the temperature on his face.

"Brother Duan, this little brother's body temperature is abnormal."

Duan Ruofang frowned, raised her hand, and lightly slapped Zhao Zhao's forehead. "You have a cold?"

Zhao Zhao was knocked back a step by his movement, and suddenly someone supported him from behind.

He turned his head in confusion and saw one of the boys among them. The boy grinned at him and said, "Don't move."

Duan Ruofang withdrew his hand, stared at Zhao Zhao's sickly face, and said helplessly, "This person is sick, it's no fun, let's go."

One of them said, "We came here to cause trouble, shouldn't we 'strike while the iron is hot'?"

Duan Ruofang nudged him with his elbow and said, "Have some decency." He would never admit that he had softened at the sight of the sickly-looking boy.

"Brother Duan, how about we take him to the infirmary?"

Clearly, he wasn't the only one with a soft heart; the boy looked so adorable that he evoked a strong protective instinct in people.

Duan Ruofang slapped him on the head again, saying irritably, "When did you become so close to Xie Zi'an? You even help him take care of his younger brother?" She couldn't help but slap him a few more times.

They genuinely disliked Xie Zi'an, that little lackey, and wouldn't do something so stupid.

As the group walked away, the sparse chatter grew fainter and fainter. Zhao Zhao stared at them expressionlessly for a moment before turning and walking towards the infirmary.

"Ah ah ah ah."

A sharp, explosive sound came from the second floor of the adjacent teaching building.

Xia Siyuan, who was clinging to the window, saw that Duan Ruofang and the others had left without doing anything, and howled in despair, "Holy crap, why are you guys leaving again!"

He quickly took out his phone and called Xie Zi'an.

He had just seen a group of people surrounding Zhao Zhao aggressively, and without thinking, he immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Xie Zi'an, saying that his younger brother had been beaten up again.

His words were quite exaggerated, firstly to highlight the urgency of the matter, and secondly because he had a little ulterior motive. He just wanted to make Xie Zi'an anxious, since Xie Zi'an had secretly gone to cultivate a good relationship with Brother Ji behind their backs.

Xie Zian is probably on his way now, but the call hasn't been answered.

Oh no, Xie Zi'an might think I'm playing a trick on him.

Given how much he dotes on his brother, he's probably going to get a beating today.

Xia Siyuan looked at his handsome face in the mirror and thought that his face would get a few more scars this afternoon.