The driver parked the car under the shopping mall building. After saying this, there was no movement from behind for a long time. The driver looked in the rearview mirror and found that the girl in the back seat was staring out the window in a daze and didn't hear what he said at all.

As a last resort, the driver cautiously reminded her again: "Miss? We are at the mall."

Sheng Yuan retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go to the shooting range."

The driver was stunned: "...But didn't we just come from the shooting range?"

Today, the driver waited at the gate of Qingfeng No. 1 Middle School to pick up Sheng Yuan as usual. As soon as she got in the car, Sheng Yuan said she wanted to go to the shooting range, but when they arrived at the place, Sheng Yuan seemed to have lost interest and changed her mind and wanted to go to the mall. The driver then changed the route as requested.

The driver asked politely: "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Sheng Yuan paused, her voice emotionless: "Go home."

The driver responded, “Yes.”

* When Shi Yan woke up, he found that he had missed the first morning reading class.

Late.

He broke out in a sweat, his head felt heavy and his throat was dry.

Shi Yan probably guessed that he had a cold.

He took the cell phone from the bedside table. There were two missed calls on the phone, which were from the class teacher Li Yinghui. Apart from that, there were no other calls.

Shi Yan stared at his phone for a few seconds, then edited a text message to explain the situation to Li Yinghui and asked for a day of sick leave.

Put down your phone and lift up the quilt.

He went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, ate a piece of bread in the kitchen without much appetite, found some cold medicine and water from the medicine box and swallowed them, then added more food to the cat.

After doing all this, he returned to the room again, lay down, closed his eyes and continued to rest.

I have caught a cold before since I started living alone.

Every time he caught a cold, Shi Yan took care of himself skillfully, so this time was no exception.

He thought he would feel much better after a good night's sleep.

But I don't want to.

This time, you will sleep very deeply.

Shi Yan was awakened by the ringing of the doorbell.

He opened his eyes. It was dark outside the window and the clock on the desk showed six o'clock in the afternoon.

Did you sleep for so long?

But the cold didn't feel any better, instead it seemed to be getting worse.

Shi Yan sat on the edge of the bed, held his forehead for a while, then stood up and walked towards the living room. His groggy mind did not allow him to think about who would come to see him at this time, so he reached out and opened the door directly.

Then, he was stunned.

Sheng Yuan stood at the door.

Shi Yan may not know how "embarrassing" he looks at this moment.

The black hair on his forehead was wet, his cold white cheeks were slightly red, and his thin lips were pale.

He has a fever.

It looks so miserable and... pitiful.

Sheng Yuan frowned when she saw Shi Yan for the first time: "Didn't you get the umbrella?"

"Yeah." Shi Yan pursed his lips, looked at Sheng Yuan, turned sideways, and asked Sheng Yuan in a low voice: "Do you want to come in?"

Sheng Yuan didn't move and had no intention of coming in.

Shi Yanqi's eyes darkened slightly.

The next second, he bent over, as if he couldn't help it, and put the knuckles of the back of his hand against his lips and started coughing.

He coughed and said, "…I'm sorry."

In my peripheral vision, I heard the sound of a door closing and Sheng Yuan walked in.

She let go of the door handle and said, "You have a fever, so you'd better stop blowing the wind."

Shi Yan stared at Sheng Yuan quietly.

Sheng Yuan felt uncomfortable being stared at: "What are you looking at? Didn't you let me in?"

"Yes, it's me." Shi Yan's voice was a little hoarse because of coughing.

Sheng Yuan asked: "Have you taken cold medicine?"

Shi Yan replied: "I ate and took a nap, but it didn't seem to work."

Sheng Yuan pointed to the sofa in the living room: "Go sit down first."

I don’t know what she was going to do, but Shi Yan just did as she said.

Sheng Yuan took out her cell phone and made a call. (End of this chapter)