Chapter 44: I'm Sick
Gong Huai put down his phone, so angry that even his pupils lost focus.
It's not okay to cling to him. It's not okay to make him jealous.
The first two options didn't work, so how could I get the chance to press my little rabbit tooth against the wall and kiss him?
At present, it seems that the Little Rabbit Teeth Project, codenamed Finn_RR, has failed.
Gong Huai had no choice but to type with a blank expression.
G: If you want to fall in love so much, then talk to me.
Ning Zhiran's reply was not unexpected to him.
Ningning: There are rules for night sounds, baby. But what we're doing now is no different from being in a relationship.
Yeah. OK.
Coax me again.
Little Rabbit Teeth always reacts unexpectedly quickly in certain situations, and is also incredibly slow in certain situations.
G: You know, I am a man.
G: Don’t you feel disgusted chatting with me like this every day?
Ningning: How could that be? Baby, you are so good to me.
Ningning: Sometimes, I even feel that you treat me better than my parents do. How could I possibly dislike you? I just feel that it’s great to have you. Sincerely, baby.
Gong Huai felt that he was not so angry anymore.
Even a little joyful.
So he tried to get some more information.
G: You don’t seem to be very opposed to homosexuality.
G: So, living with Gong Gou every day, do you have any different thoughts about him?
It took half a minute for the other side to reply.
Ningning: Actually, yes.
Gong Huai's heart beat faster and faster.
Ning Ning: He is more annoying than I thought, really, he refreshes my cognition every day.
Gong Huai: “…”
He didn't want to give up, nor did he want to believe this fact, so he re-edited his words and continued asking.
G: Aside from being annoying, is that all? No other feelings?
Ningning: Let me think about it.
Ningning: If he doesn’t have a mistress outside, then I hope he can have a good relationship. It would be best if he is not at home often, so that I don’t have to see him hanging around in front of me like a ghost.
Gong Huai laughed twice with a forced smile.
I was so angry that I took another shower.
After washing, he didn't even want to blow-dry his hair. He went to the balcony, drank two bottles of ice water, and blew in the cold wind for a while.
Gong Huai has been trying to stay calm.
Since Ning Zhiran is so indifferent to the fact that he is "in love", it means that maybe, possibly, maybe, Ning Zhiran is really not interested in him.
Everything was just his wishful thinking.
That's not right either.
How to explain that note?
Gong Huai carefully recalled everything that happened in the past few days, nodded, shook his head, nodded, and shook his head again.
Then the CPU burned out.
Is falling in love such a difficult thing?
Does Ning Zhiran really not like him?
He doesn't believe it.
He didn't want to believe it.
He couldn't believe it either.
Gong Huai returned to the room angrily, flattened the pillow, laid it out again, pulled the quilt over his chest, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.
He felt that he had been doing very well for the past twenty years, and had never really been angered by anyone, nor had he ever fallen flat on his face.
Until I met Ning Zhiran.
This obstacle named "Ning Zhiran", wearing furry slippers, with a thin waist and rabbit teeth, stood in his way and refused to leave.
Bad fate, bad fate.
For the first time, Gong Huai understood the true meaning of the idiom "to be furious and frustrated." He was furious and truly frustrated at that moment.
I was so angry that I didn’t even click on Ning Zhiran’s live broadcast.
Ning Zhiran was completely unaware that the palace dog next door had driven her mad with anger.
He was just a little confused. G went to bed unusually early today. After saying good night, he hurriedly logged off and didn't even watch today's live broadcast.
I always feel that something is not right.
The livestream ended, and Ning Zhiran quickly logged off. After all, he had an early class tomorrow, and life was more important than money. Since G wasn't coming anyway, he decided not to broadcast so late.
The next day, Ning Zhiran got up as soon as the alarm rang. He showered, brushed his teeth, and rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs. According to usual practice, Gong Gou should have been dressed appropriately by this time, sitting at the dining table, waiting for him to have breakfast.
result.
The downstairs was empty. The restaurant was empty.
There was not even a shadow of a person.
Tsk, that's not normal.
Where is your aunt?
Ning Zhiran thought about it seriously, oh yes, Aunt Gong Gou has one day off a week, and today is the day she is off.
That's not right. Where's the palace dog?
Gong Gou actually got up later than him?
Ning Zhiran stood at the stairs, blinked confusedly, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Gong Gou.
Little Rabbit Teeth: You're not up yet? No class? Hurry up and pack up, let's go to the school cafe for breakfast.
I waited for a long time but there was no movement.
Ning Zhiran felt something was not right, so he clicked on the call button and made a voice call.
It took a long time for the other end to answer, and as soon as Gong Huai's voice came out, there was something wrong.
The man spoke weakly, his voice hoarse: "What's wrong?"
Ning Zhiran frowned: "What's wrong? Gong Huai, look at the time now. Are you going to be late?"
Gong Gou was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "Go to class today by yourself."
Ning Zhiran paused: "Huh?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
There was no reply from the other end, just coughed twice, and sounded as if he was not feeling well.
Ning Zhiran was a little panicked: "Are you sick?"
Gong Huai: "I don't know either. I've never been sick much, but I'm really not feeling well right now. You should go first, don't be late."
Ning Zhiran hung up the phone a little bewildered.
Since the palace dog is absent.
So could he...
Driving Gong Gou's luxury car to school? !
Ning Zhiran walked quickly to the entrance, opened the drawer where Gong Gou usually kept his car keys, his eyes shining.
Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, LaFerrari... Hey, which car should I drive to class? It's so hard to choose.
Ning Zhiran picked up a car key, shook it, put it down, and picked up another one.
But inexplicably, the two coughs of the palace dog popped up in my mind.
He turned his head and looked upstairs.
So annoying.
Ning Zhiran put down the car keys and took the elevator upstairs.
As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Gong Huai lying on the bed, perfectly straight. The quilt was quite thick, and he looked a little lifeless.
Gong Huai raised his eyes: "Why are you here?"
Ning Zhiran walked over and sat beside the bed: "Of course I came to see you."
As he spoke, he reached out and placed his hand on Gong Huai's forehead to test the temperature.
"Wow, Gong Huai, did you eat something hot? It's so hot!" Ning Zhiran shook his head in confusion and muttered, "How can you get sick just like that..."
Gong Huai sneered in his heart.
What else could it be? It’s because I’m angry with you.
Gong Huai was feeling hurt when he suddenly felt the little rabbit teeth staring at him.
Gong Huai raised his eyes and met those eyes with complicated emotions.
...Ning Zhiran looked a little depressed.
Gong Huai was frightened by the stare: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ning Zhiran: "Where's your girlfriend? You're sick, why doesn't she come to see you?"
Gong Huai: “.”
Gong Huai: "Dead."
Ning Zhiran clicked his tongue a few times, shook his head again, and stood up and left.
Gong Huai: “…”
He felt inexplicably lost, but he didn't expect that before he could emo for a while, Ning Zhiran came back again.
Little Rabbit Teeth held the stirred honey and milk in one hand and the family medicine box in the other.
He first took out an electronic thermometer from the medicine box and measured the palace dog's temperature.
At first glance, it was 39 degrees.
Ning Zhiran shook his head, held his phone, and started typing.
Gong Huai asked doubtfully: "You, what are you doing?"
"I'm worried you'll die at home." Ning Zhiran put down her phone. "I just sent an email to the teacher. I'm taking a leave of absence from today's class."
Gong Huai was stunned.
"So, what about your attendance?"
He remembered clearly that last time the homeless man pointed a knife at Little Rabbit Tooth, this guy was so stubborn that he didn't call the police because he was afraid of having his attendance points deducted for missing classes.
Ning Zhiran rummaged through the medicine cabinet and said, "What can I do? My aunt is not here today, your head is so hot, and your girlfriend can't be relied on."
"How about this, you take the medicine first. If that doesn't work, I'll drive you to the hospital."
"Mr. Gong Huai, is your nose blocked? Do you have a headache?"
Gong Huai was originally drowsy from the fever, but now it felt like someone had punched him in the heart, and his heartbeat was extremely chaotic.
He wasn't sure if the fever was caused by illness or by Ning Zhiran's words.
Or maybe nothing.
It was simply because, in this world, there was a person named "Ning Zhiran" who was sitting beside his bed, caring about him when his mood hit rock bottom, and letting something called "heartbeat" flow through his ears, all the way into his heart, breaking out of the ground in his heart, taking root and sprouting branches at an almost brutal speed, and instantly growing into a towering tree. The branches domineeringly filled his entire chest, making every breath he took accompanied by a deafening echo.
Sizzle. Sizzle.
What a fascinating sound.
Gong Huai wanted to say something, like "thank you" or "leave me alone, go to class." But when the words came to his lips, because his throat was sore and he was seeing stars, all he could come out was a few dry coughs.
Ning Zhiran didn't give him time to speak.
With a "pop" sound, Ning Zhiran tore off the fever-reducing patch and slapped it loudly on Gong Huai's forehead.
Then he took out two more pills and stuffed them into Gong Huai's mouth like feeding a chick, chanting a spell as he stuffed them in: "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and get better soon."
So annoying.
I really don't want to care about you.
Who made you the person I hate the most?
But I'm still quite worried.
Well, it must be because I’m kind.
Gong Huai took the medicine in silence, staring at Ning Zhiran the whole time.
Ning Zhiran ignored Gong Gou's gaze and stuffed the milk into his hand again: "Drink it. I learned the recipe of this honey milk from you."
"It's a pity that you are not feeling well this time, but it's not your aunt who takes care of you, but your brother, me, hahaha." Ning Zhiran laughed a few times.
He originally thought that after hearing this, Gong Huai would show a slight expression of dissatisfaction as before.
But Gong Huai actually laughed.
It was the first time Ning Zhiran saw Gong Huai smile like this. It was a very reassuring, genuine smile.
She has a pretty and sweet smile, which is a surprise.
Ning Zhiran couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
Ha, ha, ha, this dead dog is sick, but why doesn’t his face look shabby at all, and his Adam’s apple is still so obvious, it’s really, really unfair!
Ning Zhiran said unhappily, "Alright, you've finished your medicine. It's time to go to bed. Little brother, I'm going back to my room to write a paper. Call me if you need anything."
After saying that, Ning Zhiran quickly fled the scene.
But after a while, he came back with a few glass bottles of mineral water in his arms.
Ning Zhiran splashed the water onto Gong Huai's bedside table. "Drink more water when you have a fever. It will help you get better faster, okay?"
Gong Huai nodded.
Ning Zhiran left again.
Half an hour later, Ning Zhiran returned with a bowl of porridge. The spoon was tilted in the bowl. He had been in such a hurry that the porridge swayed a bit. He put the bowl down on the bed with a thud. "Eat breakfast."
This time Gong Huai didn't move. His eyes were half closed, staring at Ning Zhiran quietly.
Ning Zhiran felt that this man must be delirious from the fever. If he stayed any longer, he might have another mental breakdown. He didn't bother to say anything else and immediately turned around and prepared to leave.
But just as he took a step, Gong Huai suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
A vague and hoarse voice came from the bed behind him.
"Don't go."
"I don't want to eat."
“…stay with me.”
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