"Achoo." Shen You'an suddenly sneezed.
In an instant, more than half of the class's eyes turned towards her.
Shen You'an rubbed her nose, her mind in a fog, body sore and aching.
It seemed that when taking photos this morning, she wore too little and caught a cold.
Her constitution hadn't recovered; even a minor cold could be life-threatening.
Ignoring the gazes around her, Shen You'an put down her pen, rested her head on her arms, and drifted into a daze.
In the afternoon, there was a PE class. According to the schedule, it was tennis this time, but Shen You'an took leave and slept over her desk.
"An'an, are you having a cold? Shall I take you to the nurse's office?"
As soon as class ended, Gao Yuyue enthusiastically ran over.
Shen You'an didn't lift her head, dismissively waved her hand, "I'm fine, just need some sleep. You should go to class."
Zhang Zirui, the sports committee member, was tallying the numbers, calling out Gao Yuyue's name.
