"Are you awake?" The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Yingjiao stepped in, holding an orange in his hand.
Jing Ci pushed back the moisture from the corners of his eyes by lowering his head to drink water, and gave a soft "hmm".
"I only slept for less than half an hour." Yingjiao sat down on the edge of the bed, felt his forehead with his palms, frowned and said, "It's still a little hot, wait a minute, I'll get a thermometer to measure it for you Take a measure."
As he spoke, he put the oranges on the bedside table. Just when she was about to get up, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was hugged by Jing Ji.
Although Jing Ci has let go a lot more than before during this period, it is still rare to see such an intimate gesture like voluntarily hugging him.
Yingjiao was a little worried, didn't push him away, reached out and touched his head, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Jing Ci buried his face in the socket of his neck, rolling his Adam's apple and swallowing an uncontrollable trill. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "It's a little uncomfortable."
He couldn't say what happened in the dream, and if it was too obvious, it would only make Yingjiao worry. Fortunately, he had the excuse of being sick.
The dream was always incoherent, and he didn't know what happened afterwards. But if, as the system said, his soul will return automatically when it is well nourished, then he should not return to the present.
So, Yingjiao at that time... didn't wait for him? How did they go back to high school
Jing Ci closed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding Yingjiao again and again. Sooner or later, those things will be clarified, and now he just wants to hug him.
It's not compensation, Yingjiao doesn't need any compensation from him, it will only insult his feelings. He just loves this guy so much, and misses him too much.
"Follow me to the hospital?" Yingjiao moved inside, hugged him into his arms, and coaxed him softly: "Are you afraid of injections? Doctors nowadays don't give injections to patients easily, just prescribe a medicine What."
"No." Jing Ji rubbed against his neck slightly, then let go of his hand, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable, just hug you and you'll be fine."
just hug you...
Yingjiao's heart is full of sweetness and pity, and he can't resist his dependence and coquettishness at all. He looked down at Jing Ci, and just wanted to be a little gentler to him, and a little more gentle: "Then do you want to kiss?"
Jing Ci raised his eyes suddenly.
Yingjiao smiled and moved closer to him, and Jing Ci took the initiative to kiss him.
Although the two have been getting along for so long, Jing Ci's kissing skills are still young. Yingjiao lowered his head cooperatively, pampering him to kiss and suck on his lips like a puppy. After a long time, she turned against the guest and kissed him deeply.
"I'll listen to you today." After the kiss was over, Yingjiao took out a tissue and put it on the table. While peeling the orange, he said, "But if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, you have to listen to me, okay?"
"Okay." Jing Ci nodded, and said very confidently: "Brother, don't worry, tomorrow will be fine."
Yingjiao flicked his forehead: "You know again."
Jing Ci touched the place he touched, pursed his lips and smiled.
The oranges were in the refrigerator before, but Yingjiao had taken them out for a while, so they were not frozen. It's just that the skin was a bit thick. After turning around several times, he finally found a place to start, and began to peel it with difficulty.
Jing Ji watched anxiously from the side, and couldn't help but said: "Cut it with a knife."
"On the Internet, it is said that the ones cut with a knife are not as delicious as those peeled by hand." Yingjiao wiped the orange juice in his hand and cursed: "Why is this so difficult to make?"
Jing Ji didn't think there was any difference between the two, but he was used to following Yingjiao, and stretched out his hand, "Me?"
"No need." Yingjiao hid for a while, not letting him touch his hands: "You still need this thing? Stay away, don't spray on yourself."
Yingjiao just couldn't find a way at the beginning, but after getting used to it, he managed to do it decently. He peeled off all the skins, tore off the tangerine stalks, broke open a piece of orange and brought it to Jing Ci's mouth: "I think they say it's good to eat when you have a fever, but I don't know if it's true or not, but it's always good to eat more fruit. "
Jing Ji wanted to come by himself, but was blocked by Yingjiao.
"Open your mouth."
Jing Ci was afraid that the juice would drip on the bed sheet, so after biting it, he quickly jumped out of bed, sat side by side with Yingjiao, and then started eating.
Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Is that why you like this set of sheets?"
"No." Jing Ji swallowed the pulp in his mouth, and explained: "The one just changed, if it gets juice, you have to wash it again."
Yingjiao suddenly laughed, and handed him another slice of orange. Seeing that he had eaten it, he continued, "No wonder."
Jing Ci didn't understand, he chewed an orange and asked vaguely: "What?"
"Last night," Yingjiao spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing, but also as if he was reminiscing carefully: "At that time, you were also afraid of staining the bed sheets."
Jing Ci suddenly choked and coughed earth-shatteringly.
"You're so thin-skinned," Ying Jiao patted him on the back, helplessly: "Are you feeling better?"
"Okay, okay." Jing Ci wiped the corner of his lower lip with a tissue, and managed to adjust his breathing.
Yingjiao was afraid that he would really choke, so he didn't say any more flirtatious words, and concentrated on feeding him.
Jing Ci was a little restrained at first, but after getting used to it, he naturally relaxed.
Seeing him sitting aside and waiting obediently, Yingjiao was so itchy that he deliberately played tricks and handed over a small piece of orange peel.
Jing Ci opened his mouth reflexively, bit and chewed twice without looking.
Jing Ci was stunned, his chewing movement suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyes to look at Yingjiao in disbelief.
Yingjiao couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
"Fool," Yingjiao pinched his face and spread his palms: "Spit it out."
When Jing Ci thought about it, he just threw it into the trash can, but Yingjiao kept raising his hand. Whichever direction he turns, he will follow in that direction. No choice but to spit the orange peel into his palm.
He took out a tissue for Yingjiao, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother, wipe your hands."
Yingjiao took it, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "What are you doing so nervous? How many times have you eaten? Are you afraid of messing with your hands?"
Jing Ci's cheeks were a little red, but he couldn't help but be happy.
After eating the oranges, Yingjiao took Jing Ci's temperature again, this time it was 37.7, although it has not returned to normal level, but at least it is dropping.
"Go back to sleep," Yingjiao tidied up the things on the table, and said to Jing Ci, "I'll call you for dinner tonight. I'm sick and have something light. I'll ask my aunt to make shrimp porridge. Do you want to eat it? If not , replace it with something else."
"Just shrimp porridge." Jing Ci didn't go to bed again, but flattened the quilt and folded it up: "I like it."
Yingjiao helped him put the pillow on the quilt, frowned and asked, "Sleep?"
"sleep… "
What kind of quilt do you sleep on? Before Yingjiao could express the doubts in his heart, Jing Ci said again: "I'm going to sleep on the sofa."
"The sofa is not as comfortable as the bed, you..." Ying Jiao hadn't finished his sentence, but when he saw Jing Ci's drooping eyelids and reddish cheeks, he immediately understood.
The living room and the study are facing each other, as long as the door of the study is open, Jing Ci can see him in the study when he raises his eyes.
Yingjiao looked at him quietly for a long time, reached out and pressed him into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll help you get the blanket."
This afternoon, Yingjiao was doing his homework on the coffee table in the living room.
Although Jing Ci was thin, he was physically fit. That night, the heat on my body subsided, and it didn't happen again the next day. Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he made a note of replenishing his body.
After the three-day Qingming holiday, the students of the provincial experiment went back to intense study. One of the words that Mr. Liu often talks about now is: "The third year of high school is coming soon, so don't hurry up and study! You will regret it in the future!"
"Honestly, has Lao Liu's menopause been advanced?" In the classroom, He Porridge carefully took out his phone from his sleeve: "He is very angry, every time he lectures me, I am frightened, for fear that he will smash the table. "
Zheng Que wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, glanced and glanced at the back window, and reopened the game until he was sure that Teacher Liu would not turn back again: "There is still more than a year before the college entrance examination, and I don't know what he is studying for. What a hurry."
He glanced at the screen, and after a while, his game character died. I couldn't help cursing, and simply backed out, saying indifferently: "Even if I really have to take the college entrance examination, I'm not afraid, anyway, I'm going abroad."
"The three of us are all the same." He Porridge glanced at Yingjiao, who was writing and thinking, and asked, "Brother Jiao, what about you?"
Yingjiao raised his head and lazily leaned back on the chair: "Is there even a need to ask?"
He Congee: "..."
I forgot that this person has been studying desperately after class during this time.
"Forget it, you are not the same kind of people as us." He Porridge waved his hand, and pushed Peng Chengcheng who was silent beside him: "Old Peng, which country do you want to go to?"
Peng Chengcheng shook his head cherishing his words like gold, indicating that he hadn't thought about it.
"Think quickly." Zheng Que urged in a low voice: "The three of us can go to the same school, and it will be very convenient for us to go out and play."
Yingjiao did math problems all night, and now he is a little dizzy. He opened the essential oil, dipped a little on his finger, rubbed it on his temples, and said, "Let's go to Australia."
He Porridge turned to him: "Do you know where?"
"Old Peng likes boxing, you want to lose weight," Yingjiao put the essential oil into the pencil case, and said, "Australian kangaroo sparring partner, you are worth having."
Is this speaking human language? !
He Porridge originally wanted to scold him, but for some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicable. He said excitedly: "It seems that I can consider it. I heard that the Australian kangaroo is very fierce. Maybe it can really reduce my stubborn fat!"
He fantasized happily, and by the way, he also stepped on Yingjiao: "When the time comes, I will compare you to scum."
Yingjiao snorted: "Do you know why I never go to the gym?"
He Porridge rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, you're so skinny, can't you?"
"No." Yingjiao picked up the pen again, and smiled coquettishly: "I'm afraid that the people inside will think that they are deliberately showing off their figure."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He Porridge pointed at him weakly: "Shut up..."
"Alright." Yingjiao turned over a page of the draft book in his hand: "When you want to know more, you can go to Jing Ci."
He Congee: "..."
He Congee: "Get lost!"
Yingjiao wanted to say something more when the get out of class bell rang. He took out his phone and glanced at the messages on WeChat, he refused to go out for a walk with He Porridge and the others, pulled away his chair and walked out.
Five minutes later, he took an insulated bucket from the guard and carried it to the second teaching building.
After Jing Ci entered the national team this time, the school did not reward him with money. Instead, I did not know where to find a Mathematical Olympiad coach, and I started giving him small lessons after the Ching Ming holiday.
There are no free classrooms in Teaching Building 1, so Jing Ci now spends most of his time in Teaching Building 2.
When Yingjiao went, the coach wasn't there, and Jing Ci was the only one in the room.
Seeing him, Jing Ci immediately came up to meet him: "Brother, why are you here?"
"I'll bring you soup to nourish your body." Yingjiao put the thermos on the table and opened the lid: "I asked Auntie to cook it. From now on, I will send it to you after class after self-study at the end of the first period every day."
It's not impossible to let Jing Ci go home with him to drink at night, but they study at half past ten, and Jing Ci goes to bed at eleven. It must be uncomfortable to have a stomach full of soup before going to bed.
"It's too troublesome." Jing Ji was a little embarrassed: "Forget it, I'm in good health."
"What's the trouble?" Yingjiao handed him the spoon, motioning for him to drink it quickly: "Auntie's house is near our school, so it's just on the way."
"And," Yingjiao looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Which one was sick a while ago?"
Jing Ci was not convinced, and whispered: "Just once..."
"Well, once," Yingjiao tapped the back of his hand lightly with a pen, and said lightly, "How many more times do you want?"
"No," Jing Ci scooped up a spoonful of soup, raised his head and asked Yingjiao, "Brother, do you want to drink it?"
Yingjiao refused without even thinking about it, and he said meaningfully: "Don't drink, if you continue to drink, do you want to suffocate me, or don't you want to get out of bed?"
Jing Ci bowed his head in embarrassment and took a sip of the soup, without saying a word.
Considering that it was just an extra meal at night, there was not much soup in the thermos, and Jing Ci finished it quickly.
Yingjiao glanced at the time, and while tidying up, he said: "Then I'm leaving, it's still this time tomorrow, wait for me in the classroom."
The get out of class time is too short, Jing Ji didn't want him to run around, so he said, "I'll go to the doorman to get it myself, so you won't have to make another trip."
Yingjiao looked down at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Honey, do you think I came here just to deliver soup?"
Jing Ci was puzzled.
if not
Yingjiao smiled lowly, looked in the corridor, saw that no one was coming, and whispered in his ear: "It's mainly to see people."
Jing Ci was startled, and then the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.
"Do you still want to get it yourself?"
Jing Ci shook his head lightly.
For the next three months, Yingjiao would come over every night to deliver soup.
So, thanks to his tonic soup. Before the international competition, even though the study intensity was getting higher and higher, Jing Ci's body and energy could still keep up, and he never fell ill again.
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