Chapter 42 Snail Girl
When Duan Huaijin received Ji Zhou's call, he was discussing a topic with an old professor from the Department of Economics and Management.
Although he only attended a few classes, the old professor admired him very much. After class, he often asked Duan Huai-jin and several of his favorite students to come to his office for tea and chat.
Ji Zhou tends to exaggerate when describing a patient's condition. It is clear that Yu Chucheng could stand up steadily to open the door for him in the morning, but in his words, it was described as having a high fever of 40 degrees and being unconscious.
Duan Huaijin greeted the professor and said, "Sorry, I have something to do and I have to leave first."
"Oh, you're really putting on airs." One of the brothers curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
The old professor glanced at him, then waved his hand at Duan Huaijin casually, "It's okay, go ahead and do your work."
Since the professor has said so, it is not appropriate for others to have any opinions.
The senior student quietly rolled his eyes, and the person next to him quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Don't be so aggressive. He got in with the highest score in the school and is a favorite in the eyes of all the teachers."
"So what? In our school, if you study business administration but don't have a family background, you are nothing."
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Inside the apartment, the bedroom curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.
Yu Chucheng was sleeping wrapped in a quilt with a frown on his face, not knowing what time it was.
He was awakened by the fragrance.
The bedroom door was half open, and I could vaguely see the dishes on the dining room table.
Yu Chucheng sat up with a sore back. He had done nothing but felt as if he had been put into a sack and beaten.
"Ji Zhou, why did you come back so soon today?"
Yu Chucheng walked out with half-closed eyes, but found that there was no one else in the room except him.
strangeness……
Yu Chucheng walked to the table and stared at the three dishes and a soup on the table.
As far as he knew, Ji Zhou couldn't cook, so who made these things? The Snail Girl?
Just then, there was the sound of a key turning in the door lock.
Duan Huaijin was holding the fruit and antipyretic medicine he had just bought downstairs. He glanced at the red marks on Yu Chucheng's face that had not yet disappeared and asked, "Awake?"
Yu Chucheng took a half step back in surprise, "Duan... why are you in my house?"
Duan Huaijin put the fruit into the sink, "The key Ji Zhou gave me."
Yu Chucheng grabbed a handful of hair and whispered, "I knew it was him again."
Looking at the dishes on the table, Yu Chucheng hesitated for a moment, then looked at Duan Huaijin with some curiosity, "Did you make all of these?"
Duan Huaijin: "Well, I don't know if it suits your taste. You can't not eat or drink when you have a fever of 38.5 degrees."
Yu Chucheng was shocked.
When was the test done? How come he didn’t know?
He sat down very nervously. Perhaps guessing that he had no appetite, Duan Huaijin also prepared a yogurt appetizer for him.
"Thank you..." Yu Chucheng bit the yogurt straw and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of frustration rising from the bottom of his heart.
He promised to treat Duan Huaijin to dinner next time, but not only did he fail to treat him to dinner, he also asked Duan Huaijin to cook for him.
Yu Chucheng tasted the dish with mixed feelings, but unexpectedly found that Duan Huaijin's cooking skills were exceptionally good. After tasting it, he actually felt a little hungry.
Yu Chucheng's eyes lit up. While picking at his favorite dishes, he secretly glanced at Duan Huaijin who was wearing an apron and cutting fruit.
Duan Huaijin had his sleeves half-rolled up, his movements were skillful and his knife skills were exquisite, and his indifferent and distant face gave off an inexplicable feeling of absurdity and weirdness.
If it were the time when he had just met Duan Huaijin, if someone told him that the villain would cook for him at his house, he would definitely rush over and cover that person's mouth.
Don’t say nonsense and bring trouble to good people!
While I was daydreaming, Duan Huaijin handed me the fruit with a fork on it.
Yu Chucheng quickly came back to his senses and almost bit his tongue.
This is different from the feeling of having his aunt take care of him at home.
He doesn't get nervous or have a racing heart when his aunt cuts fruit for him.
"Is it delicious?" Duan Huaijin took out a tissue and wiped his hands.
He hasn't been in the kitchen for a long time, and I wonder how much of his original skills he still has.
Yu Chucheng tends to talk nonsense when he is nervous, "It's delicious. Even five-star chefs can't cook as well as you. If you get a chef certificate, the chefs in big hotels like Jinghui Minglou will be out of work."
Duan Huaijin: “…”
He could tell that Yu Chucheng wanted to praise him, but he was trying too hard and it seemed a little awkward.
Duan Huaijin glanced at Yu Chucheng's empty clothes. Yu Chucheng was thin, with very thin wrist bones. In addition, he did not sleep well in the past few days and had a wound on his forehead. He looked pitiful.
Sometimes Duan Huaijin couldn't help but wonder how a person from a wealthy family, loved by parents and brothers, could have raised himself to be like this.
"I have a class this afternoon so I have to leave."
Yu Chucheng, who had been lowering his head and pretending to be very interested in the bowl of rice in front of him, immediately sat up straight, as if he had been pardoned, and said, "Okay!"
Duan Huaijin listed the dosage and precautions of the antipyretic drugs on a sticky note and put it on Yu Chucheng's forehead, "Don't forget."
Yu Chucheng pulled it down, his head feeling swollen due to fever.
Duan Huaijin's handwriting is in cursive script, with upright and vigorous strokes.
Yu Chucheng was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, the other party had already walked out the door.
He had no place to vent his shame and panic, so in the end he could only turn them into ruthless bullets and go to Ji Zhou to demand an explanation.
While waiting for the elevator, Duan Huaijin took out a powerful inhibitor from his bag.
Judging from the time, his susceptible period is almost here. In the past few days, he can clearly feel the pheromone concentration in his body increasing, and sometimes he can't control it.
But when the needle touched the skin, Duan Huaijin stopped and suddenly thought of something.
A few days later, Duan Huaijin's susceptible period arrived as expected.
This is the most dangerous and difficult moment for Alpha.
But he did not rest at home, but went to the First Hospital of the city according to the appointment information.
In the corridor of the Alpha area, all the Alphas' faces changed drastically when they smelled the agitated pheromones around him, and they hurriedly took detours, fearing that he would go out of control at any moment.
The doctor in the pheromone extraction room was wearing protective clothing. "Next, Duan Huaijin."
Hearing his own name, Duan Huaijin opened his drowsy eyes and forced back the running pheromones.
"Director, he seems to be in the susceptible period." Seeing that Duan Huaijin was in an abnormal condition and the pheromone detection concentration was three times higher than that of ordinary people, the intern hurriedly reported.
"Are you sure you want to draw?" The chief physician asked Duan Huaijin seriously, holding a thick vacuum needle in his hand.
In all his long career as a doctor, this was the first time he had seen someone come to extract his own pheromones during his susceptible period.
Extracting pheromones is a painful and lengthy process in itself, not to mention extracting it during the susceptible period, which is simply double torture.
Duan Huaijin sat on a special chair. In order to prevent the Alpha from hurting others in self-protection when extracting pheromones, his hands were fixed with special iron rings.
"Sure, and the pheromone concentration is the highest at this time, so the effect is the best."
With a cautious and responsible attitude, the chief physician asked, "May I ask what you are going to do with the pheromones?"
Duan Huaijin raised his eyes calmly, "Make the extract."
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