正上课,忽然瞥见最前排的男孩儿张泽凡,脸色蜡黄,上身前倾,一手按在桌上,另一只手紧捂着胸口,显得非常痛苦的样子。趁同学们读书的间隙俯下身“:怎么了,孩子?”见我询问,他赶紧将手拿开,故作轻松地回答:“没什么。”说过之后,只一转眼,脸上又现出痛苦的神态。我的目光落在他同桌身上,这个女孩儿张了张嘴,终于:“老……师……他早上没吃饭……他不让我告诉您。”我大吃一惊,再看那男孩儿,脸色蜡黄蜡黄,额头似乎渗出小水珠,正用左手捂住胸口,右手翻着书,目光落在书页……这怎么能有心思上课呢? Is class, suddenly saw the front row of the boy Zhang Zefan, his face waxy, upper body leaning forward, one hand on the table, the other hand tightly clutching his chest, looked very painful. “See me asking, he quickly opened his hand, so easy to answer: ” Nothing. “After that, only a blink of an eye, face Painful demeanor appeared again. My gaze fell on his desk, the girl opened his mouth, and finally: ”old ... teacher ... he did not eat in the morning ... he would not let me tell you. " I was surprised and look at the boy , His face sallow wax yellow, his forehead seems to seepage of small drops of water, is the left hand over his chest, his right hand turned the book, eyes fall on the page ...... How can this be thought of class?