Chapter 8 Back To Class

"Damn you, it's heavy too. My body almost crumbled." Marcell grumbled in annoyance after putting Weeby on the gurney of the school health room.

The boy was so annoyed with Weeby for inconveniencing him. Marcell promised, after Weeby woke up, he would blaspheme and scold the girl.

"I'm going back to class, you stay here By." Marcell patted Weeby's shoulder lightly, then he started to walk out of the room.

When his footsteps reached the doorway, Marcell spontaneously turned around, facing Weeby. He looked at her once more. For some reason, he didn't have the heart to leave her here alone.

Marcell tried not to care about that, he always kept in mind that Weeby was only troubling him. However, this time was very different. Marcell was confused between leaving Weeby alone here or sticking to his stance of going to his class again. However, for some reason, he couldn't bear to leave Weeby alone in that room full of white paint.

"Ah, I'm confused myself, why did I even choose to accompany you here By," cursed Marcell, he shifted the chair near him, and then, without waiting any longer, Marcell immediately sat down.

"I just feel sorry for you, nothing more, By," Marcell shouted again. However, of course, Weeby did not respond since the girl had not yet woken up from her stupor.

Marcell took a deep breath of air and immediately furrowed his brow. "Why am I talking to myself? I'm weird!" With a small chuckle, Marcell gave Weeby a displeased look.

Boredom had certainly struck him hard, especially since Marcell didn't have his cell phone with him. He repeatedly looked at the UKS room, he rarely went to this place.

After that, the direction of his eyes returned to Weeby. This time Marcell was really stunned to see that girl, her beautiful face successfully seized all his attention. Now Marcell could admit that Weeby did have a nice-looking face.

Seeing Weeby's pale lips, Marcell immediately frowned, then his fingers moved to Weeby's face, and little by little, Marcell began to touch her thin lips with gentle movements. Marcell then smiled a little.

A few seconds passed, Marcell then immediately gasped, his eyes glared sharply, and hurriedly he moved his hand away from Weeby's lips. Marcell had really gone too far, he couldn't believe what he had just done.

"Damn, because of you, I became like this." Marcell instead, fully blamed Weeby. Lazily, he remained patient while waiting for Weeby to wake up.

Thirty minutes passed, and Weeby's eyelids immediately opened. Weeby was still a little dizzy, and her vision was still a little blurry. Her eyes immediately roamed around, and with a half-conscious body, Weeby chose to get up from her sleep, and soon she was already sitting on the gurney.

Weeby once again held her forehead, trying to gather the energy that had been drained. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, then exhaling it in such a way.

Weeby's forehead reflexively creased, and she narrowed her eyes when she saw Marcell nearby.

"Marcell?" Weeby said she was surprised when her eyeballs caught Marcell, she shook Marcell's shoulder, who was sleeping with his head placed on the gurney. No answer came out, and Weeby tried once again.

"Wake up Marcell, what are you doing sleeping here anyway?" Weeby scolded loudly. Marcell, who was still half-conscious, immediately opened his eyelids slowly, then continued by jamming his fingers in his ears.

Weeby had just woken up from a stupor and was babbling incoherently.

"You're noisy, I slept because of you," Marcell scolded equally fiercely.

"Well, what am I doing here?" Weeby looked around in surprise.

A moment later, Marcell's eyes rolled lazily, "You fainted By," Marcell said with no appetite. His words were flat and straight, like a highway.

"Ha?" Weeby immediately squealed and bulged her eyes sharply, "Why did I faint?"

"I don't know." Marcell was annoyed, so he propped up his chin with his elbow resting on the gurney Weeby was sitting on.

Weeby then dissolved into her own thoughts, while Marcell still looked at Weeby silently.

"But why do you smell so medicinal, did you eat what?" Marcell then remembered something, forgetting it, he immediately asked.

Weeby gasped, she realized this from her reverie, then looked at Marcell with a surprised look on her face. "Uh that, I ate diarrhea medicine," Weeby replied nervously, a second later, she immediately twisted her thin lips.

Marcell immediately narrowed his eyes, he was a little suspicious, "no need to lie, there's no way that you just drank diarrhea medicine until it smells like that. Now you're being honest with me, By!" Marcell suddenly raised the volume of his words on the last word.

"What the hell are you," Weeby folded her hands, the corners of her eyes looking at Marcell dislikingly, the next time she said again, "by the way, thank you for bringing me here, you're surprisingly nice to me," she said.

"I've been good since birth," Marcell commented curtly.

Weeby only agreed with the answer of an indifferent head nod, Weeby didn't really care.

"If you don't say thank you, I'll also ask for it," Marcell said quickly when there were a few seconds of silence.

"Sorry?"

"Yes, I already helped you, if you don't say thank you, it's a sign that you have no ethics," Marcell commented in a sarcastic voice.

"Yeah, I know." Weeby rolled her eyes lazily and said, "I told you earlier too."

"Really?" teased Marcell as he moved his face towards Weeby's face. Until the distance between them was only a few centimeters.

"Don't come close, you smelly goat." Weeby's hand reached out and pushed Marcell's face back.

It wasn't long before Marcell sniffed his body, confirming whether what Weeby had just said was true. After doing the silly thing just now, Marcell immediately looked at Weeby.

"Yes, I really smell, don't I?"

"What did I tell you, you smell like a goat." Weeby giggled softly.

"Yes, it stinks, I've been close to you," Marcell replied with a pair of broadly printed smiles.

Weby spontaneously rounded her eyes wide and said, "You mean, I'm compared to a goat, huh?!" Weeby punched Marcell hard on the arm.

Not caring about Weeby's sarcastic tantrum, Marcell was still laughing out loud. Weeby, who saw Marcell's annoying behavior, immediately snorted in annoyance and pursed her lips.

"I'll take you home." After being satisfied, Marcell laughed again.

"No! I'm going home by myself, I don't want you to take me home. Besides, I also brought my motorcycle," Weeby scolded, folding her arms.

"Here kid, who wants to take you home, I'll take you back to class," Marcell commented, a moment later, his hand stretched out and pinned Weeby's head hard.

Weeby immediately cried out in pain, repeatedly rubbing her head because of Marcell's actions just now. After two seconds, Weeby swayed her lips. Marcell only displayed an innocent grin. That guy is really a good head-scratcher.

Then, Marcell and Weeby left the white room.

Weeby had already been annoyed by Marcell's presence, who followed her footsteps. Now, with a fairly emotional face, Weeby whose patience was already fluctuating, immediately turned around and nagged Marcell.

"Damn Marcell, why are you following me around?" Weeby pushed Marcell's broad chest backwards, and because Marcell wasn't ready to attack at all, he staggered backwards. However, it wasn't long before the guy returned to his original position.

"What the hell are you, and who also follows you, if you're geer, you don't need to be acute," Marcell grumbled, not accepting Weeby's emotional outburst a few seconds ago.

Weeby glanced to the side, not forgetting the lopsided smile she also showed, two seconds later, she ruffled her waist.

"Oh yeah? So?" Weeby thrust her face forward.

There was a frustrated sigh coming out of Marcell's mouth. "By, where are you going? To class, right? Well, your class and mine are together. I don't automatically follow you, our destination is the same," said Marcell with a booming intonation.

Weeby, who caught the narrative, immediately gritted her teeth. Upset to death? Ah, that's for sure. Emotional with Marcell's behavior? Don't ask again.

Without any intention of ignoring Marcell again, Weeby chose to continue her footsteps. Dealing with Marcell would definitely be endless, what more if Weeby chose to continue. Marcell would not hesitate to continue to hit Weeby again. How annoying!

"By!"

Marcell chased after Weeeby, and now their positions were side by side. Weeby did not turn around even though her little ears could hear Marcell's call just now. She just continued to stare ahead, focused on the road.

"By!"

Marcell repeated his call again, but Weeby did not respond at all. Let Marcell continue to rant, Weeby didn't care. In fact, she was getting faster and faster.

"Shit, what's in your ear? Go to an ear specialist!"

Marcell hit Weeby's head hard, and reflexively, with an unprepared body, Weeby ended up staggering to the side and losing her balance.

At the last moment, Weeby landed with her butt on the floor. Marcell's toy had succeeded in making Weeby's emotions flash again. The flames boiling in her brain were about to burst out.

"MARCELL!" roared Weeby. She smacked her lips repeatedly. Marcell had really gone too far to fall like this.

Well, this was what made Weeby even more frustrated. How could she not? After what he did earlier, Marcell even felt completely innocent, the dimpled boy was laughing loudly. His booming laughter was able to grab the attention of the students passing around them.

Weeby hissed a little, she had to be extra patient in dealing with all of Marcell's nosy behavior. Well, at least for the next year, until graduation!

"Instead of feeling guilty, you're laughing at me, you don't know what you're doing," Weeby grumbled sarcastically, she still hadn't gotten up from the floor.

"You were being funny just now."

Marcell was still standing swiftly in front of Weeby while folding his hands. Spontaneously, Weeby raised her chin high, staring at Marcell with dislike from the gleam in her eyes.

"Funny? I'm not turning into a circus clown right now, you know?" Weeby shouted, her small jaw clenching. Marcell was really, really annoying. It was even international.

Marcell hurriedly nodded vigorously, agreeing with Weeby's words just now.

"I just came from the infirmary, it's not strange that I'm weak and fall easily, especially after what you did earlier," snorted Weeby with her lips curled forward.

"So?" Marcell raised the corner of his eyebrow.

"Wake me up, you're the one who made me end up like this. Let's pull my hand!"

Weeby stuck out her hand, trying to persuade Marcell to comply.

Reluctantly, and without a shred of heart to do so, Marcell finally gave in. Obeyed Weeby's will. Immediately, Marcell stretched his hand in front of Weeby. However, a few seconds later, Marcell glared sharply, and with a lightning-fast movement, he hid his hand behind his back.

"Marcell, why aren't you helping me?" Weeby pursed her lips, looking at Marcell with displeasure.

"By, what's wrong with your hand?" Marcell spoke softly, with an expression that seemed to be disgusted by something.

Weeby's brow was now furrowed, what did Marcell say just now? The next second, Weeby turned her hand over.

The expression that Weeby emitted was now almost the same as Marcell's, rounding her small eyes wide. Not only that, Weeby immediately shouted hysterically.

"AAA!"

Reflexively, Weeby immediately stood up with a fairly agile movement. She jumped up and down in an uncertain direction. Shouting until it made a loud sound.

"WHY IS THERE CHICKEN POOP IN SCHOOL?!"

Hesitating, Weeby looked back at her palm again. Once the direction of Weeby's gaze was fixed on one point, she hurriedly put on a disgusted and surprised expression.

"MARCELL, HELP ME!"

Weeby's voice really went beyond the limit, it's not Marcell's name if he doesn't laugh out loud. Honestly, Marcell himself was also disgusted to see Weeby's palm filled with that disgusting thing.

"Come on, I'll take you to wash your hands."

Marcell pulled Weeby's arm, then dragged the girl, who was running towards the handwashing station. Weeby did not rebel at all despite Marcell's strong arm. Weeby did her best to keep up with Marcell's long strides while holding her breath. The stench was really strong and pierced her nasal cavity. Weeby really couldn't stand it.

Marcell immediately doused Weeby's hands with water, then took the tissue provided by the restroom and reluctantly wiped Weeby's hands.

"By the way, this isn't chicken poop, By, it's just bat poop," Marcell said while giving Weeby a glance. However, the glance lasted only for two seconds, then Marcell hurriedly focused on Weeby's palm.

"How stupid," Weeby squeaked in a discordant voice. She used her other hand to cover her nose. Weeby was still disgusted. Now, her shiny hand was stained. Weeby was amused at the thought.

With gentle movements, Marcell continued to wipe Weeby's hand. When he felt it was clean enough, Marcell threw the paper towels in the nearest bin and directed Weeby's hand to the wastefel again.

Marcell opened the water faucet and stuck Weeby's hand there. Now, clean water freely flowed into Weeby's palm. Marcell was still busy cleaning Weeby's hands. Actually, Weeby was amused by Marcell's hand rubbing.

After he felt that Weeby's hands were clean, Marcell took some liquid soap and rubbed it into Weeby's palms again. Now, the small hand was filled with fine white foam.

The next second, Marcell took another tissue, tore it more, and wiped the girl's still wet palm.

Receiving such treatment from Marcell made Weeby stand still, she looked at Marcell's very focused face. No doubt, Weeby blushed for Marcell's treatment this time, she also just realized that the boy who was now beside her had a handsome face.