Ruan Mian: “…………”

It's really not excessive. After all, like Bo Yan said, Bo Yan is getting an IV drip here for him, and just wants to hear him call him grandpa, which is not excessive at all.

Besides, it’s just a name, it won’t hurt you to call me that.

But, but calling me brother is so fucking embarrassing!

Ruan Mian unconsciously lowered his head again, and clenched the hem of his T-shirt even harder with his fingers, wrinkling it.

Glancing at his little action, Bo Yan chuckled and decided not to embarrass the cool kid any further, "Okay, I'm just kidding, I'm not going to have any more children..."

"Brother..." Ruan Mian suddenly interrupted him with a stern face, stiffened her neck, and called out in a very low but fierce voice.

Bo Yan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

After a while, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he leaned closer to Ruan Mian and said in a hoarse voice: "Call me brother, not a single word counts."

After saying this, Bo Yan couldn't help but curse himself as a "beast" in his heart.

Ruan Mian also wanted to explode. He was so embarrassed that the tips of his ears turned red. But now that he had started, it didn't seem so difficult to talk about it.

After struggling for a while, Ruan Mian closed his eyes and called out again, "Brother."

Her voice was still as soft and milky as before, but her tone was more aggressive than before, as if she would rush up to fight with Bo Yan the next second after she finished shouting.

But this did not prevent Bo Yan from leaning back suddenly, and then uttering a sworn word in a low voice.

Damn it, who the hell is teasing who?

Bo Yan suddenly stopped talking. Ruan Mian waited for two seconds and couldn't help asking, "Bo Yan, are you... still angry?"

Bo Yan closed his eyes, lowered his gaze and looked over, with the corners of his lips curled up, "Actually I wasn't angry at all, I was just teasing you."

Ruan Mian: “???”

Ruan Mian exploded instantly, and angrily shouted like a bomb: "Bo Yan, your uncle!"

This person was really taking advantage of him on purpose!

Bo Yan stared at Ruan Mian for two seconds, then suddenly frowned, let out a soft "hiss", and pressed his stomach with the hand that was not giving the injection.

Ruan Mian immediately stopped caring about being angry and asked anxiously, "Does it hurt again? Wait a minute, I'll go call a doctor!"

As he spoke, he turned and was about to walk out.

Bo Yan reached out and gently pulled his wrist, then chuckled, "No, it doesn't hurt that much."

Ruan Mian paused, but still felt uneasy, "Really?"

Bo Yan's brows relaxed and he stopped pressing his stomach. "Really, I was just teasing you."

Ruan Mian: “…………”

This time and twice, it's fun to tease him, right?

Ruan Mian was about to lose his temper again, but when he lowered his head and saw Bo Yan's still pale face, he swallowed back the anger that was about to come out of his mouth.

Forget it, I won’t bother with the patient!

Without saying anything else, Ruan Mian turned around and was about to walk out again.

"Where are you going?" Bo Yan asked in a low voice, "Are you angry and don't want to care about me anymore?"

"No!" Ruan Mian turned around and said fiercely, then turned away and didn't look into Bo Yan's eyes, "I... I'll go get you a cup of hot water!"

Bo Yan's eyes curved, "Thank you."

Ruan Mian snorted, walked to the water dispenser in the corner, and brought back a cup of water for Bo Yan that was hot but not scalding.

Seeing Bo Yan taking it and drinking it slowly, Ruan Mian suddenly asked, "Why...why did you get gastritis?"

Bo Yan paused for a moment, then quickly resumed drinking. He took two more sips before saying casually, "It's just long-term gastric mucosal damage. If it's damaged for too long and too many times, it will become gastritis."

This is equivalent to nonsense.

Of course Ruan Mian knew that gastritis was caused by long-term damage to the gastric mucosa. Even if she didn’t know, she could find out by searching on Baidu.

What he really wanted to ask was why the thin inkstone had been damaged for a long time.

But it was obvious that Bo Yan didn't want to say it.

Ruan Mian never asks any more questions that others don't want to talk about.

So he just said "oh" and stopped talking.

But within two seconds, Ruan Mian's eyes suddenly widened again, and he turned his head abruptly to look at Bo Yan, "Last time, when we were having a barbecue together, did you also have a seizure?"

Since I met Bo Yan, all the scenes that I had not noticed before or had briefly puzzled me about have now become clear to me.

Why does Bo Yan always have such a light taste, why does Bo Yan not eat spicy clam noodles and only eat clear soup when eating hot pot, why does Han Yi get so nervous when Bo Yan doesn't eat breakfast, why doesn't Bo Yan drink iced watermelon juice...

Thinking back to that time, when Bo Yan said he didn't want watermelon juice, I actually said he was not sociable.

Ruan Mian couldn't help but bite the tip of his tongue hard.

"It's not a sickness," Bo Yan said in a relaxed tone, "I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine after drinking a cup of hot water."

Ruan Mian didn't believe him, and immediately blamed herself even more. She couldn't help but ask, "Are you stupid? Why didn't you just tell me that you had a bad stomach and couldn't eat spicy food?"

Bo Yan paused, raised his eyebrows, and said half-jokingly, "Because I don't want my new roommate to think that I'm too unsociable."

After hearing Qing Bo Yan's words, Ruan Mian's head made a buzzing sound and his heart skipped a beat.

Bo Yan suffered from stomach problems twice, both times it could be said that it was because of him.

After a while, Ruan Mian lowered his head, and the tips of his ears suddenly started burning. He muttered softly, "If you were a girl, I would really think you liked me."

His voice was too soft, and Bo Yan didn't hear it clearly. He only vaguely heard two words and subconsciously asked, "Who do you like?"

Ruan Mian was startled and shook his head like a little rattle, "No... no one!"

Bo Yan tilted his head to look at him, and his eyes became heavy at a certain moment.

But it only lasted for a moment, and then he looked away.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Ruan Mian paused for two seconds before he remembered to take out his phone to check it.

After unlocking the phone, Ruan Mian discovered that he had two unread messages on WeChat.

One was from Wen Tang, asking him what he was doing, as he hadn't spoken the whole night.

Ruan Mian simply replied with two sentences and then clicked on another one.

The other one was actually from Tang Qing——

Tang Qing: Xiao Ruan, I'm sorry, I didn't know you don't drink much, otherwise I would have stopped you at that time.

I don’t know about you...you have a boyfriend, otherwise I wouldn’t drag you to play that kind of game. We usually play more freely, but we definitely have a bottom line!

But it’s good to know now. Next time we will have a healthy gathering, without drinking or having fun!

Finally, thank you and thank your boyfriend. We had a lot of fun today. You can bring him along to the club activities next time. Sister Qing will treat you to dinner.

Ruan Mian read the message word by word, and his head buzzed again.

He felt as if he was scalded, his fingertips trembled, and he quickly sent back a message -

Sister Qing, you misunderstood, he is not my boyfriend, we are just roommates! !

It was so late, and Tang Qing hadn't slept yet, and he replied in seconds -

It’s okay, Xiao Ruan, don’t be embarrassed, our club is very open!

Ruan Mian: ………No, I’m not embarrassed, we are really just roommates.

Tang Qing: I understand, I understand, the kind of roommates who sleep in the same bed.

Ruan Mian was really going crazy now. He stared at Tang Qing's words for two seconds, and then inexplicably, as if possessed by a ghost, he long-pressed and deleted the message.

After deleting it, Ruan Mian let out a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved. As expected, out of sight, out of mind!

Giving up on any more meaningless explanations, Ruan Mian suddenly turned around, glanced at Bo Yan, and asked him, "How much money did you deposit at that bar?"

He already remembered it all and knew that the dinner was hosted by Bo Yan.

Bo Yan was in a daze. When he heard the question, he was stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses. He smiled but did not answer, "Huh? Not much money."

Ruan Mian raised his eyebrows and glared at him, "How much is a little?"

"It doesn't matter how much," Bo Yan tapped his fingers on his leg twice, "I'm just topping up my card. They won't spend all of it on a drink. If you really want to pay me back, just buy me a pair of earrings and give me one."

Ruan Mian paused and felt that what Bo Yan said made some sense.

But giving him just a pair of earrings is certainly not enough. It would be better to go back and take a look and give him something more expensive.

Having made the decision, Ruan Mian stopped hesitating and responded before lowering his head to continue typing on the screen.

Sister Qing, there is something else I want to tell you.

I don’t mind you guys having fun normally, or playing the King’s Game, but I really mind what that red-haired senior said today. I think it’s very rude.

Ruan Mian remembered what the red-haired guy said at that time, "home run". He actually didn't know what it meant at first, but he considered the environment at that time, the frivolous expression on the red-haired guy's face when he said this, and Bo Yan's anger after he said it.

No matter how slow Ruan Mian was, he still guessed roughly what happened.

Tang Qing replied quickly: You are right, I also taught him a lesson after you left. He didn't mean any bad things, he was just talking nonsense. So, Xiao Ruan, we happen to be still together, I will ask him to send you a voice message to apologize.

Ruan Mian sneered.

To put it nicely, what Red Hair said at that time was just talk, but to put it bluntly, it was just mean talk, very rude, disrespectful and offensive.

Moreover, although the person being spoken to was him at the time, it was Red Hair who said that to criticize Bo Yan.

Ruan Mian hesitated for a moment, then typed:

Not only me, but also my roommate needs to apologize.

Tang Qing replied him with an "ok" emoticon.

Ruan Mian didn't reply, and soon received another voice message.

A new message popped up below: A warm apology is coming!

Ruan Mian deliberately moved the phone to the right and placed it between him and Bo Yan. He also turned up the volume and then turned on the loudspeaker without thinking.

The red-haired man's voice came from the phone -

"Xiao Ruan, and Xiao Ruan's boyfriend, I'll give you..."

With a "whoosh" sound, Ruan Mian moved his fingers and immediately pressed the pause button!

What's wrong with this red hair?!

I already said we were roommates!!

Bo Yan recognized the red-haired man's voice and asked with a smile, "What's going on?"

Ruan Mian opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end. He closed his eyes resigned to his fate, pushed the phone in front of Bo Yan, and said, "Look for yourself!"

Bo Yan lowered his eyes to look, and his heart softened.

Why is this kid so sweet?

In this kind of situation, even though he was the one who was offended, he still wanted others to apologize to him as well.

Bo Yan's eyes sparkled with a deeper smile. He tilted his head and coughed lightly, deliberately saying, "Isn't it an apology? Why did you pause before I even heard the apology?"

Ruan Mian turned his head away and stopped looking at Bo Yan, as if very impatient, "If you want to listen, click it yourself, I don't want to listen!"

Bo Yan deliberately moved closer to Ruan Mian and whispered in his ear, "Then I'll open it."

There was a sudden tingling sensation in his ears, and Ruan Mian subconsciously raised his hand to rub his ears. His tone became even worse, "I already said I want to listen to it myself, don't ask me!"

Bo Yan couldn't hold it in any longer, he chuckled, and returned the locked phone to Ruan Mian, "I was just kidding, his voice is unpleasant, I won't listen anymore."

Ruan Mian's expression looked a little better.

After a slight pause, Bo Yan suddenly asked, "Didn't you clarify it with them?"

He didn't clarify what he was saying, but Ruan Mian reacted quickly this time and understood what he said. He told the truth, "It was clarified, but they didn't seem to believe it."

Bo Yan smiled again and suddenly asked, "Do you care about this? Has their misunderstanding affected your chances of finding a girlfriend in the e-sports club?"

Ruan Mian was stunned for a moment, nodded, shook his head, and explained: "I do care, but I just feel that I should tell the truth. Whatever the relationship is, it is what it is... I haven't thought about it too much, and I haven't thought about finding a girlfriend."

Ruan Mian was really cute when he spoke seriously. Bo Yan resisted the urge to raise his hand and pinch his cheek. He twisted his fingers twice and asked in a gentle and persuasive way, "I don't want to find a girlfriend... Then, have you liked anyone before?"

But Ruan Mian didn't know what she was thinking of, and suddenly added loudly: "I don't want to find a boyfriend either!"

After saying this, Ruan Mian looked up and met Bo Yan's half-smile. She felt as if someone was trying to hide something. She immediately became unhappy and her little face puffed up.

"I know," Bo Yan stroked his hair skillfully, "I didn't ask you this, I just wanted to ask, have you ever liked any little girls before?"

Ruan Mian breathed a sigh of relief. His attention was diverted. He shook his head and said frankly, "I never liked her."

Ruan Mian is good-looking and has a good personality, and there has never been a shortage of girls around him since he was a child.

But Ruan Mian really never liked any of them. She thought they were cute and had a good relationship with them, but to say that kind of heart-thumping feeling, she had never really had it.

Bo Yan and Ruan Mian looked at each other for two seconds, and suddenly the corners of his lips raised, and he responded as if he was in a good mood: "You are so good."

After saying this, before Ruan Mian was about to explode again, Bo Yan did not bring it up again and quickly changed the subject, "Will you still drink at gatherings in the future?"

Ruan Mian immediately shook his head and promised obediently: "I won't drink anymore. Otherwise, I'd better not go to such parties anymore in the future."

"That's not necessary," Bo Yan pretended to think seriously. After a while, he said with a straight face, "If you want to go, go. If you're really worried, why not take me with you."

Ruan Mian: “…………”

Seeing that he was silent, Bo Yan pursed his lips and said, "Open a..."

He wanted to say "It's just a joke", but just as he opened his mouth, he saw Ruan Mian nodded with a stern face and said fiercely: "I'll take you with me!"

Ruan Mian accompanied Bo Yan to get the IV drip and confirmed that Bo Yan's stomach pain had subsided before the two of them took a taxi back to school.

After returning to the dormitory and lying down, Ruan Mian touched his phone again and looked at it, and found that it was already past six in the morning.

It's getting light outside.

I have one hour left before I need to wake up and get ready for my first college class.

Ruan Mian didn't plan to sleep any longer. After hesitating for a second, he opened Baidu and searched a bunch of questions with his fingers clacking -

Why do people get gastritis?

Is gastritis serious?

If I have gastritis and pay attention to it in my daily life, can it basically not affect my body?

After reading the answers one by one, he found that there are many reasons for gastritis, and Ruan Mian couldn't tell what the reason was.

However, he was somewhat relieved, thinking that as long as Bo Yan paid good attention to his diet, there would generally be no problem.

After a pause, Ruan Mian checked one more thing -

What to eat to nourish the stomach?

Bo Yan knew his health well, and after he got better from the IV drip, he no longer took the matter to heart.

Anyway, it's normal for him to have stomach problems occasionally over the years. He can usually handle it by taking medicine, and if he really can't handle it, he can just get a bottle of water.

After returning to school after the infusion, Ruan Mian never raised any related issues with him again, so Bo Yan thought that this matter had been resolved with Ruan Mian.

However, the next day, Ruan Mian suddenly took back a courier. After opening it, Bo Yan discovered that it was a porridge cooking tool that was very popular recently.

Bo Yan was just stunned for a moment and didn't think much about it. Ruan Mian didn't explain either, but just said it looked convenient, so he bought it.

It was not until the morning of the third day, just after half past six, that Bo Yan heard faint noises coming from the bed next door.

He has always been a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest noise.

They have early classes today, but even if they get up at 7:30, they will still have time.

Not to mention that Ruan Mian was a lazy bed-sitter. He had never gotten up so early during military training.

Bo Yan opened his eyes and gently opened the bed curtain a little.

Sure enough, within two minutes, Bo Yan saw Ruan Mian tiptoeing down the ladder and getting out of bed.

Bo Yan didn't call him, but just turned his head and watched Ruan Mian's movements through the crack in the door.

He saw Ruan Mian quickly put on his clothes, then he carried the porridge-cooking artifact out of the dormitory and came back quickly.

Afterwards, Ruan Mian stood next to his desk. From Bo Yan's perspective, he could no longer see her. He could only hear a slight rustling sound, as if she was pouring some raw materials.

…………

Bo Yan had been lying in bed for nearly an hour. It was not until the alarm clock rang at 7:15 that Ruan Mian appeared in his sight again, holding the porridge cooking artifact in his hand.

Bo Yan turned off the alarm clock and got out of bed.

Standing beside the table, the moment he saw clearly the things on the table, Bo Yan couldn't help but frown.

Ruan Mian had already gone to wash up, and on his originally empty desk, there appeared a familiar, white and plump porridge cooking tool.

Although he had been prepared, Bo Yan still felt very surprised and his heart was filled with joy.

He stood there for another two seconds before reaching out to open the lid.

The aroma of the porridge instantly hit my nose, hot and still steaming.

Ruan Mian was so thoughtful that he even gave him a small spoon for drinking porridge at the table.

Bo Yan gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a small spoon, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

What Ruan Mian cooked for him was barley and yam porridge.

It is said to be very good for the stomach.

The author has something to say: Our little girl, who hasn't even started dating yet, has already started cooking for her husband! 【bushi】

Woo woo woo, I'm sorry that I'm a little late today, but I'm still pretty thick and long!

I will try to be on time tomorrow, jimmy!

Thanks for the investment and nutrient solution!

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