All the students not called out by the P.E. teacher exhaled in relief; they looked toward the five classmates who had stepped forward.
Standing beside the swimming pool, Qian Junran's face was full of worry, his eyes bitter as if he had just swallowed a durian with its skin on.
"Teacher, I'm not feeling well," Qian Junran turned his head with utmost sincerity, raising his hand, "I have abdominal pain, I might be unable to swim for now."
"Are you sick?" The P.E. teacher was reasonable and did not force Qian Junran, "Then, you tall guy, come out! You accompany him to the infirmary for a check-up."
The tall guy called out, Zhuo Jun, finding out he had to go to the infirmary, had his complexion turn dark. He wanted to refuse, but after a glance at the P.E. teacher's grotesque, twisted muscles, he gave up the thought.
