Chapter 8 The Little Monkey Wants to Hide
When the get out of class was over, before the professor left the room, he saw many girls sitting in the back row leaning towards the front row with their books in their arms.
The target was the boys standing next to the teenager who had just been called out as punishment.
They gathered in a circle in no time. The professor was impressed by the youthful energy. He went out from the front door and saw a young man in a white windbreaker leaning against the wall in the back corridor, holding a trash can and vomiting.
"What's wrong, classmate?" The professor trotted over and opened his eyes wide when he felt the heat of the other's skin.
"Classmate, you have a fever!"
Zhu Yanshi's eyes were red, tears were falling down, and he raised his hand weakly and waved.
"It's okay. Even if I die of illness, I will never miss the professor's class..."
The professor regretted it so much on the spot that he almost cried while hugging Zhu Yan.
"Good boy! I was wrong about you!"
"Don't joke about your body anymore..."
Before the professor left, he still had a proud smile on his face and promised not to report today's situation to the counselor.
After everyone left, Zhu Yanshi leaned against the door half exhausted, and his eyes met with Fu Qi'an who was walking towards him.
Zhu Yanshi took a few steps forward, took Yuan Qing's arm, and leaned weakly on the other's shoulder.
“I can’t do it anymore…”
"I still have to sit with you. They are not reliable at all..."
Zhu Yanshi glanced at Fu Qi'an coldly.
Do you really think that giving some money will be enough?
snort.
I can’t tell the difference between the big and small kings!
He can fan his pillow's wind and make things difficult for him! Are you tired of living?
Fu Qi'an turned his eyes away.
Looking at the young man who rested his head on Yuan Qing's shoulder, his cheeks were very pale and his lips were bloodless. He was obviously not in the mood, but he was still trying to liven up the atmosphere.
Suddenly I felt a little guilty...
"Are you heartbroken?"
Song Zhiyu put his hands in his pockets and uttered a few words with a smile as he passed by Fu Qi'an.
"Then don't follow Yuan Qing."
Fu Qi'an ignored him, glanced at Song Zhiyu out of the corner of his eye, walked forward and stood next to Yuan Qing.
"I'll go with you to the infirmary."
A gentle smile.
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Zhu Yanshi was receiving an IV drip in the infirmary. His fever was so high, almost 40 degrees Celsius. Afraid that his brain would go crazy, he chose a method to reduce the fever quickly.
The drip is very slow and will take a while.
Zhu Yanshi was lying on the hospital bed with a gloomy expression, and he raised his hand and waved.
"You guys go eat first. I'll eat after the hanging is over."
Yuan Qing didn't want to leave, so Zhu Yanshi patted the back of his hand with a coaxing tone.
"It won't be helpful if you don't eat with me. I'll go back to the dormitory after I finish the IV."
After finally persuading the person to leave, Zhu Yanshi took out his mobile phone with all his heart and sent a message to the pinned avatar.
——Find more topics to talk about, don’t be in silence. Don’t you have a sense of crisis?
The reply came very quickly and there were no punctuation marks.
——Then who brought the crisis?
Zhu Yanshi: "..."
He shouldn't talk too much.
He was feeling really unwell and had no relationships to maintain, so Zhu Yanshi fell into a deep sleep while lying on the hospital bed.
The teacher next to me was reading a newspaper, and the air gradually became quiet.
There was only the sound of breathing coming and going, entangled and intertwined.
The gloomy sky was covered with dark clouds, and a light rain began to fall outside the window.
When Zhu Yanshi woke up, the needle on the back of his hand had been removed. He stared at the ceiling for a while and heard the teacher's voice next to him.
"The fever has gone down. I prescribed some medicine for you. You should be fine after taking it for two days."
Zhu Yanshi sat up, looked at the rain outside the window, and sent a message to Fu Qian'an.
——It’s raining.
It showed that it was typing, and after a long time, a punctuation mark was sent.
——?
Zhu Yanshi was leaning against the door with a medicine bag in his hand, his fingers moving rapidly on the keyboard.
——Send Yuan Qing back to the dormitory.
It took a long time before the other side replied with a single word.
--Um.
Zhu Yanshi borrowed his teacher's umbrella. When he walked out of the infirmary, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated several times.
He took it out and saw the message pop up on the interface.
[Fu Qi'an: You brought an umbrella, right?]
Zhu Yanshi frowned and stared at the string of messages for a while, feeling very confused.
[——I did bring it, but I hid it in my pants all the way. I hope you didn’t notice it.]
On the other side, Fu Qi'an stared at the string of sarcastic replies, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He must have been crazy to ask this question...
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The rain fell on the ground, splashing a lot of water and leaving behind puddles that could reflect people's figures.
The air was filled with a damp, earthy smell.
When Zhu Yanshi returned to the dormitory, still cold, Yuan Qing had not returned yet. Only the fat man was left in the dormitory, sitting in front of the computer playing games.
When she saw him come back, she just glanced at him, turned her head, leaned against the computer screen, and asked awkwardly.
"Are you sick?"
Zhu Yanshi paused in his steps, staring at the other party's black screen, and exchanged glances with the fat man through the black screen.
Picked up the end of the eye.
"Hmm...a bit of a fever."
"You don't have classes today?"
"Oh, I don't have classes."
The fat man's fingers began tapping on the keyboard again.
The dormitory fell silent again, with only the clacking of keyboards and the occasional roar of the fat man.
"Come on!"
Zhu Yanshi put the medicine on the desk, put on his pajamas and went into the bathroom.
He had just fallen asleep in the infirmary. He was sweating and had been outside for half a day. He didn't have the habit of going to bed directly after coming back from outside.
While taking a shower, Yuan Qing returned to the dormitory with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. As soon as he entered the dormitory, he threw the flowers into the trash can and placed the lunch box on Zhu Yanshi's desk.
He didn't know what was wrong with Song Zhiyu today. When they came back with an umbrella, he came into the flower shop with a bouquet of roses.
Like a lunatic.
What flowers should I buy him? Do you really think he's a bottom?
Yuan Qing endured his irritation and maintained awkward contact with the other party. He was even more distracted when he kept thinking about Zhu Yan who was alone in the infirmary.
Turning his head, Yuan Qing saw the medicine box on Zhu Yanshi's desk, and his gaze turned towards the bathroom.
There was the sound of running water...
When Zhu Yanshi came out wrapped in heat all over his body, he could still feel the pain in his bones. When he looked up, he saw Yuan Qing standing not far from him.
The other person was holding a hair dryer in his hand and pointed at the chair in front of his desk.
"Let me help you blow it."
"No..." Zhu Yanshi subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"You are sick."
Yuan Qing put his hand on his shoulder and led him to his seat.
"It's my duty to take care of you... I brought you some food, you should like it."
Yuan Qing plugged in the socket, and the hot air from the hair dryer brushed against the exposed part of the boy's neck. Zhu Yanshi subconsciously shrank his neck like a kitten that had its neck scratched.
Yuan Qing's warm fingertips passed through the slightly damp hair, and her gaze quietly covered the boy's curled eyelashes, which fluttered gently like butterflies.
Zhu Yanshi leaned back in his chair, enjoying Yuan Qing's care with peace of mind. He lowered his head to browse his phone. The cold white light fell on his face, illuminating his smooth facial features.
Yuan Qing stretched out his hand as if possessed, and his fingers passed through the gentle breeze, gently rubbing the back of Zhu Yanshi's neck, and he could feel the delicate and soft skin there.
Zhu Yanshi shuddered and turned around, and the loose hair on his forehead was lifted up by Yuan Qing's slender fingers.
"you……"
Yuan Qing pinched his cheek with a gentle smile on her face.
“How cute.”
cute……
Zhu Yanshi got goosebumps all over his body and reached out to pat Yuan Qing's arm.
"Thank you..."
"You're so disgusting..."
Then he picked up the blue folder on the table, clipped up the loose hair that was blocking his eyes, and said something vaguely as he opened the takeaway box.
"I always forget to cut my hair. Remind me tomorrow..."
"If you keep blocking my view like this, I'll go blind..."
"Why did you cut your hair?"
Yuan Qing turned her head to look at him, her eyes were indifferent, but she always felt that there was some strange emotion hidden deep inside.
He put the hair dryer into the cabinet next to the desk, his eyes fell on the table, and the tip of his tongue gently slid across one side of his teeth.
When he turned his back to Zhu Yan, the expression on his face gradually turned cold.
"You never wanted anyone to touch your hair before."
"Why did it suddenly change?"
"Ashi, you've been acting so strange lately..."
The dormitory became quiet.
Zhu Yanshi paused as he was opening the disposable chopsticks, frowned, but spoke in a relaxed manner.
“People change…”
He turned around and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Just like I don't like Song Zhiyu anymore."
A smile suddenly appeared on Yuan Qing's calm face. He turned around, sat down in his seat, and spoke in a low voice.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
He stretched out his foot and kicked the trash can next to it, which contained a bouquet of flowers, even further away in disgust.
After dinner, Zhu Yanshi rinsed his mouth and went to bed. The dormitory was filled with all kinds of noises.
But most of them kept their voices down.
Skinny has been coming back late recently, and today is no exception. When he returned to the dormitory, his face was filled with fatigue that could not be hidden.
Zhu Yanshi was not sleeping very deeply, so he could hear the sounds from the outside world clearly.
In his drowsiness, he heard the thin man and Yuan Qing talking.
"Brother Yuan...can you lend me some money?"
The thin man's voice was very low.
"How much do you want to borrow?"
Yuan Qing lowered his voice even more.
"Five thousand..."
The thin man continued.
Silence.
Zhu Yanshi fell into a deep sleep and didn't hear clearly whether the thin man succeeded in borrowing the money.
This sleep lasted almost from dusk till dawn the next day. The young man's way of replenishing energy was simple and careless. The moment he opened his eyes, he had restored all his vitality.
The aches and pains in Zhu Yanshi's body also subsided, and except for a slight nasal congestion, there were no other major problems.
When he got out of bed, Yuan Qing was washing up in the bathroom, and Zhu Yanshi was standing on the balcony next to the bathroom, facing the air, performing a perfect set of military boxing.
He turned his head and looked at Yuan Qing with his chin raised, his expression very proud.
Yuan Qing walked out of the bathroom and reached out to rub Zhu Yanshi's head.
“It’s really exciting!”
Close your eyes and praise.
Zhu Yanshi was delighted. He went to the bathroom, washed up, and changed into a black sports suit.
He was not short, his 1.80-meter height made the cheap sports suit look straight and stylish. He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time and came to a conclusion.
It would be more perfect if you cut your bangs shorter.
Sure enough, what you wear is not important at all, what is important is your face.
Zhu Yanshi regained his energy and when he came out of the dormitory, he looked like a monkey wearing a navy blue baseball cap.
Today he deliberately pushed his long bangs back and covered them with a baseball cap, revealing his delicate and beautiful facial features.
Walking out of the dormitory building with Yuan Qing, we could see two figures standing under a tree outside the dormitory from a distance.
Dressed in designer clothes, their two handsome faces were filled with disdain for each other.
Zhu Yanshi raised his hand and waved.
He was dressed very handsomely and had a good-looking face, but he stuck his butt out and shouted with his hands to his mouth in a posture like singing a folk song.
"Hey—friends!"
Song Zhiyu and Fu Qi'an turned around stiffly. Even though they were young masters who had witnessed all kinds of big scenes, they could not accept this kind of attention.
It was also the first time I experienced what it was like to be an introvert.
The curious gazes from all around were like knives, and in the distance, a monkey dressed in black was running towards me in a mess...
Wow.
Want to hide.
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