"King Mo!"
Gu Chuanbai was in a panic, and hurriedly wrapped his clothes and wrapped them in his arms, carefully rubbing his back: "Are you uncomfortable? Let's go to the school doctor's office first—"
"Chuan Bai, I'm fine."
Borrowing some strength on his shoulder, and waiting for the coughing outbreak to stop gradually, Lu Jingmo raised his hand to hold his wrist and shook his head.
What Gu Chuanbai needs now is a quiet space to be alone. I just had an uncomfortable throat. I suddenly said so many words, and I was agitated by the cold wind, so I felt a little uncomfortable.
It's not a big deal, just take a break and you'll be fine.
The arm holding him still showed a strange tension, Lu Jingmo raised his head slightly, put his palm behind Gu Chuanbai's shoulder, and slowly stroked it down.
The gentle force behind his back also allowed Gu Chuanbai to gradually relax again, facing the constant clearness and warmth in those black eyes, his chest was sour and slightly suffocated: "Jing Mo..."
Wrapped tightly by a thick coat, it finally blocked the cold and cold night wind. Lu Jingmo smiled in his arms, raised his hand to rub his hair, and wanted to speak, but was frowned by the distinct burning pain in his throat.
"I know, let's go back. Before we go back, let's buy some medicine, okay?"
Gu Chuanbai had already understood what he meant, and hurriedly stopped the conversation. Carefully help Lu Jingmo to tighten his coat and straighten his collar. He held his shoulder and asked in a warm voice.
The moist brows and eyes immediately curved slightly, Lu Jingmo nodded, looked down at the obviously wide coat, waving the half-length sleeves with interest, and the pale lips also curled up in a soft arc.
When there is no self-consciousness of belonging to the teacher, his little professor is really not ordinary and easy to soften.
The light of the street lamps dimmed when they reached the corner. They stood between the light and the dark. According to the precious experience summed up by the students of Z University, it happened to be an absolute blind spot for the monitoring and office windows.
Gu Chuanbai chuckled softly, and put the person in his arms with confidence. Resting his chin on Lu Jingmo's shoulders, he patiently rolled up the cuffs for him and folded them in half. He held his hands in the palms of his hands and put them into the side pockets together.
He tried his best to focus his mind completely on these small and trivial movements, and it was unexpectedly effective. Lu Jingmo leaned quietly between his arms, raised his head and looked at him, his hair would rub against his cheeks, and even without raising his head, he could feel the warm gaze,
Lu Jingmo's hand moved, and he held his hand in his pocket, then he didn't let go.
The laboratory building is not far from the school doctor's office, and few people walk on the road. Gu Chuanbai was completely at ease, clenching the palm that was still cold in his pocket, and walked with him to the school doctor's office.
When Lu Jingmo chased out, the sky was already dark. After he bought the medicine and returned to the building, the night was completely dark.
The hallway was dark and quiet, but there was still a faint light in the office. Gu Chuanbai groped for the key and opened the door. The familiar warmth and brightness slammed into his chest, shaking his eyes suddenly blurred.
The light was on, the food on the table didn't move a few times, and the coat was still on the hanger, so I could see at a glance how hurried the host was going.
The two walked all the way back, and Lu Jingmo's body had warmed up under the clothes, but he couldn't stop coughing from time to time. Gu Chuanbai turned up the air conditioner two degrees again, and sat on the sofa with the person close to him. He was busy pouring water and taking medicine for him. After watching Lu Jingmo swallow the medicine, he finally got up with confidence.
The act of swallowing still caused a burst of pain, Lu Jingmo slowed down for a while, then took two more sips of water, soaked slowly in the burning throat, and pulled Gu Chuanbai's wrist.
"I warmed up the rice and it was cold."
Gu Chuanbai was pulled by him, turned around and squatted down, raised his hand to straighten Lu Jingmo's short hair, raised his head slightly and explained slowly.
His little professor didn't even have time to eat.
It should have been a surprise.
The emotion in his heart quietly arched, Gu Chuanbai's masseter muscles tightened, and his eyes turned to the plant specimens neatly stacked in the corner of the room, forcing himself to put aside those thoughts, and his eyes calmed down again.
Lu Jingmo didn't seem to notice, and still held his hand quietly, and when he turned his eyes back again, he nodded and let go of his hand.
The foundation is broken and rebuilt, and it is not so easy to survive.
He was able to drag Gu Chuanbai out by himself, and he had to take care of the rest of the road.
He knows that the other party can definitely do it, but after all, it takes time.
After such a big trouble, Gu Chuanbai will undoubtedly not go to the electron microscope laboratory again. Zhan Pei was so frightened that he couldn't take care of himself. He was probably racking his brains to think of a way to minimize the impact. In the short term, let's not talk about the trouble of finding Gu Chuanbai, he probably didn't even want to see this student at all.
Gu Chuanbai is safe recently.
This thought lingered in my mind for a while, and then my mind relaxed. Lu Jingmo leaned back on the sofa, grabbed the computer and turned it on.
Gu Chuanbai got up and got busy, and it didn't take long for the strong aroma of food to sway in the office again.
Remembering that Lu Jingmo's throat was uncomfortable, he even cooked porridge again. The golden millet porridge was kept warm, and some white sugar was sprinkled on it to make it finer. Lu Jingmo tried to swallow two mouthfuls, and his eyes brightened with surprise.
"Does it hurt to eat this?"
Seeing his little professor happy, Gu Chuan's eyes were also soaked in soft warmth, he hugged him and pressed his cheeks, and filled him with half a bowl of porridge on the side to hang out: "Eat well, and take a shower. Get a good night's sleep and you'll be fine."
His tone was firm, and Lu Jingmo nodded obediently, pulled over the rice bowl in front of Gu Chuanbai, scooped up a spoonful of soup and poured it over.
Watching the little professor forcibly adding soup to himself, Gu Chuanbai was surprised for a moment, but finally he couldn't help being dumbfounded. He stretched out his arms and hugged him, and lowered his head to put his neck on his neck: "Thank you..."
"It's delicious."
Lu Jingmo explained seriously, added five or six spoons of soup to him, soaked the bowl of rice thoroughly, and pushed it back with satisfaction.
The sweet and sour tomato scent is mixed with steaming heat, and the eyes are also astringent.
Gu Chuanbai met his gaze, tugged at the corner of his lips and nodded lightly, burying his head and taking a big mouthful of rice, suddenly choked hard and coughed in a hurry.
The bowls and chopsticks touched lightly, and the porridge bowl was placed on the table. A hand pressed on his back, slowly stroking, and after a long time he said softly: "Chuanbai..."
Gu Chuanbai's chest was hot, but he didn't have the courage to raise his head for some reason. He just buried it deeper and deeper, his hand holding the chopsticks was so tight that it was faintly white.
In the end, he still couldn't control himself to think about those possibilities - get rid of Zhan Pei completely and go directly to become Lu Jingmo's graduate student. He had read the mentioned "CELL" paper, and he didn't see any problems, but he could be taken away smoothly, which showed that it was Zhan Pei's death point...
Chaotic thoughts swarmed in and out of mind, intertwined into a mess.
The warm palm covered his hand, and he put the pair of chopsticks next, and handed over a stack of printing paper.
Gu Chuanbai looked at the paper in his hand, only a dense cloud of ink could be seen in his blurred vision. He hurriedly raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked intently, but Lu Jingmo had already spoken warmly, and finished the remaining half of the sentence unhurriedly.
"... Crying is also about doing homework."
Gu Chuanbai was stunned, flipped through the fifty essay questions in his hand, and raised his head dumbfounded.
His little professor smiled and pushed the porridge bowl away. He cleared an open space for him, pressed his shoulder, and added: "Don't sleep if you can't finish writing."
…
Don't talk too fast next time.
No matter how complicated the thoughts disappeared under the high pressure of the work, Gu Chuanbai's mind was instantly clear and clear, took the stack of printing paper with both hands, and took a deep breath with a trembling: "Professor..."
"Professor just had enough to eat, went to take a bath, and then went to bed."
Lu Jingmo rarely listened to his words meticulously, rubbed his head, watched the haze in those dark eyes gradually dissipate, and raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction: "Write it."
It's his own business to clean up Zhan Pei. As long as Gu Chuanbai studies hard and does research, he doesn't need to worry too much about the dark filth hidden under the light.
It won't be long before things will be completely resolved.
Leaving behind the sad figure at the desk because of his homework, Lu Jingmo got up with a smile, took off the coat and put it on carefully, and walked briskly into the bathroom.
Gu Chuanbai is not uncomfortable at all.
When faced with fifty essay questions, even with the existence of Xueba, it is difficult to produce any emotions other than despair.
After eating in a hurry and tidying up the office, Gu Chuanbai put his head in front of the desk and wrote a few questions. He was about to turn the page, but the tip of his pen was hesitant.
The topics on paper are obviously much more difficult than those in class, and the difficulty increases as you go down, and some even indicate that open-book searches are allowed. What lay on the table was not the familiar set of Flora of China, but several new and cutting-edge publications, which had been turned over several times, and many pages were marked.
When his eyes fell on the familiar Qingjun handwriting, Gu Chuanbai's eyes gradually became clearer, and a slight light flashed in his eyes.
He seemed to understand what Lu Jingmo wanted to do.
The professor said that you are not allowed to sleep until you finish writing. Gu Chuanbai took a deep breath, concentrated completely, and continued to do it with all his attention.
The complicated thoughts in my heart were stripped away little by little, and gradually there was only a clear and straight path left, leading to a distant light.
He knew what he wanted.
It's always been clear.
There was no time to complete the fifty questions, but the corners of his lips showed a gentle arc, and the pupil light gradually brightened.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped after a while, and the sound of footsteps reached the bedroom. Gu Chuanbai left a desk lamp, got up and turned off the ceiling light in the office, and the warm light came out from the crack of the door of the rest room.
Gu Chuanbai put down his hand, quietly watched the warm light in the gap for a while, and walked back to the table lightly.
His little professor didn't like to turn off the lights. Although the lights were on, Lu Jingmo might have fallen asleep.
The medicine he took didn't seem to have much effect, and there was still occasional low coughing sounds in the bedroom. Gu Chuanbai was a little uneasy, he wanted to put down the pen several times to go in and have a look, but he turned his eyes back to the problem in front of him that was getting slower and slower, and then sat back sadly and continued to write.
It was almost late at night, and the fifty questions were half finished.
Don't go to sleep until you're done. If you're halfway through, you should be allowed to enter the bedroom to take a look.
Motioning his already numb wrist, Gu Chuanbai put down the pen in his hand and pushed open the bedroom door with gentle movements, but his footsteps suddenly stagnant.
Lu Jingmo didn't sleep either.
The young professor leaned against the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt, holding in his hand the experimental plan that Zhan Pei threw to the ground and stomped on his foot.
As if he didn't expect him to come in suddenly, Lu Jingmo raised his head in surprise, his black eyes glowing moistly under the light.
Gu Chuanbai's heart sank slightly, he walked over quickly, slowed down and pulled out the few pages in his hand: "Don't look at it, Jingmo, this is a biochemical experiment, I won't do it..."
This experiment was designed based on the data of Zhan Pei's laboratory, and has no overlap with botany. If Lu Jingmo really wanted him to do it in the plant laboratory, Zhan Pei would definitely take the opportunity to report public funds for private use.
For his own sake, Lu Jingmo and Zhan Pei have completely fought each other. As long as the other party is asked to find a little loophole, they will definitely entangle them.
It's just an experiment, he can make more, it's okay to just give up on this one.
"It's okay, I understand."
Lu Jingmo shook his head, held his arm lightly, and didn't let go of the paper he was holding: "I have my own laboratory. Go to my place to do it, I want to see you do it..."
The more he talked, the more he coughed.
Lu Jingmo's body couldn't help falling down, and Gu Chuanbai raised his hand and hugged him, touching his exposed skin, but his heart suddenly shrank: "Jingmo!"
Lu Jingmo didn't answer, he was coughing in his arms, unable to speak, his cheeks flushed. The warm black eyes of the past were tightly closed, and fine lines were drawn between the eyebrows.
Gu Chuanbai hugged the man tightly and probed his forehead, his throat was suffocated by the scorching heat, and his eyes finally sank completely.
Taking advantage of his inability to let go, Gu Chuanbai finally took back the sheets of paper and wanted to throw them away, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the extremely detailed replies above.
The delicate blue handwriting is densely placed in the gaps. Not only are there revisions and additions, but also the possible unexpected situations, alternative plans, and existing materials that can be referred to.
In the place where he wrote well, he also changed the color and circled it carefully, and drew a small red flower for him.
Gu Chuanbai suddenly couldn't stand up, hugged him and sat down slowly.
After coughing and waiting for the white light in front of him to dissipate, Lu Jingmo raised his head and wanted to speak, but was firmly wrapped in a warm embrace.
He was dizzy and cold.
The eyelids fell heavy, Lu Jingmo blinked his eyes with difficulty, still raised his hand to find the few pages, but was held by the other hand, and the palm showed a subtle trembling that was difficult to detect.
"teacher… "
Hearing his voice, Lu Jingmo struggled to regain some consciousness from the drowsiness, but he couldn't give a clear response, so he could only shake the hand as best he could.
The fingertips are pulled, but the strength to land on the ground is very small.
Holding his hand, he immediately brought it back up, and the warm and soft touch was preciously placed on his hot forehead.
Under the comfort of the unknown source, the original obsession gradually loosened, Lu Jingmo coughed twice, and finally closed his eyes gradually, overflowing with a sigh of satisfaction.
A hand was placed on his forehead, and the voice in his ear was soft and hoarse: "Teacher, let's go to the doctor, shall we?"
Lu Jingmo wanted to ask him about his homework, but he couldn't open his eyes anymore, his throat was hot, his body was cold, he frowned, and leaned into his arms again.
"It's not uncomfortable, just see a doctor, it's fine..."
Gu Chuanbai taped his hotter forehead, stood up with Lu Jingmo in his arms, neatly packed up what he was going to bring, carefully wrapped the person with clothes, and walked out the door in his arms.
When Lu Jingmo woke up again, he was already lying in a separate compartment in the school doctor's office.
The sky is already bright, and the weather seems to be particularly sunny today. The sun falls through the half-closed curtains and jumps on the almost completely white walls, dazzlingly bright.
The fever has subsided, except that there is still some pain in the throat, there is no other discomfort, but the body is tired and lazy.
Lu Jingmo blinked, wanting to sleep again in a daze, but a warm palm lightly covered his forehead.
Suddenly remembering the situation before he passed out, Lu Jingmo immediately woke up most of the time, looked up with that hand, met the clear bloodshot in his dark eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Chuanbai..."
It seems that his throat is no longer so uncomfortable. Although his voice is still hoarse, he has stopped coughing for at least two sentences.
Seeing that he was completely awake, Gu Chuanbai finally breathed a sigh of relief, his brows also released the gentle arc, and he carefully hugged the person and sat up, holding him firmly: "Don't move, be careful rolling the needle."
The covering temperature gently loosened, and Lu Jingmo realized that he had been holding his wrist, looking down at his hand with the hanging needle, still confused: "Have I slept for a long time?"
"It's not too long, one day and two nights."
Gu Chuanbai smiled helplessly, mixed some warm water in the cup, and carefully fed it to his lips, but his tone was intentionally long.
"I heard from the doctor that Professor Lu Da has not had a good rest for many days..."
These days, I have been busy enriching and perfecting the subject, and I am not used to Gu Chuanbai not being around, so I really don't sleep well.
Lu Jingmo pursed his lips guiltily, took two sips of water from his hand, and forcibly changed the subject: "Have you finished your homework?"
"It's finished, waiting for the professor's approval."
Seeing that he suddenly assumed the posture of a professor, Gu Chuanbai's eyes were slightly surprised, and then suddenly, his smile became stronger.
Feeling that this is not dignified enough, Lu Jingmo stretched his arms and wanted to sit up straight, but Gu Chuanbai stretched his arms around his armpits, hugged him and sat up, and put a pillow behind him: "Forty-ninth The question is wrong, does the professor know?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were sharp, the corners of his lips curved brightly, and he answered firmly: "I know."
What he handed to Gu Chuanbai was not the exam questions for this semester's botany course, but a summary of the interview questions for his postgraduate entrance examination.
On the penultimate question, he deliberately left a loophole. But if you don't have a detailed macro grasp of the overall content, or because you are numb to answer the questions and just keep writing, you will not be able to find any mistakes.
I can find that there are mistakes in the forty-ninth question, only this one, without having to look at the other answers, is enough to pass his exam.
Gu Chuanbai's grades have always been good, and his talent is outstanding. Even if it is not because the relationship between the two has always been close, he can still be his graduate student based on his strength.
He has to communicate this clearly to the other party.
Gu Chuanbai's chest moved slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him quietly.
His little professor is still smiling, but his eyes are wide and open, and Wen Xiu's brows clearly reveal a very determined calm light.
Gu Chuanbai couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, clenched his hand tightly, leaned over and lowered his head to touch the other party's cool forehead.
"Then you have to complete every question, but I did it all day and night..."