Yu Fan actually had a vague premonition.
Since the morning, I have been top-heavy and weak, and listening to people talk is like chanting scriptures.
He hadn't been sick for a long time, and this feeling was worse than a flesh wound.
With dry lips, Yu Fan swallowed, and the dull pain in his throat made him twitch his eyebrows: "Take your hands away."
The person next to him didn't speak, and after a few seconds, Chen Jingshen withdrew his hand.
Yu Fan moved his head and rested his head on his arm.
"You should go to the hospital."
Yu Fan closed his eyes: "Just mind your own business."
There was no sound from the side.
At this moment, Yu Fan was the same as when he was in the morning self-study, his mind was drowsy and it was difficult to fall asleep. So he drowsily listened to the people next to him close their textbooks, pack their things, and zip up their schoolbags.
He tilted his head, just in time to see Chen Jingshen carrying a schoolbag on his shoulders, picking up a chair with one hand and stacking it backwards on the desk.
When everyone is gone, the tables are stacked together to sleep.
Or go to an Internet cafe for the night? Now in this state, you may not be able to beat Yu Kaiming when you go home...
Yu Fan's eyelids were half drooping, and he vaguely saw Chen Jingshen put his hand on the zipper and took off his coat.
Under his heavy down jacket, he even wore a beige woolen vest, and inside was a school uniform shirt.
Yu Fan wondered why these nerds were so delicate, they were wrapped up like rice dumplings in just a few days, and the rice dumplings bent down and grabbed his arm.
Got it, his arm
Yu Fan snapped back to his senses: "What are you doing?"
"Go to the hospital." Chen Jingshen said lightly.
"Tell me to mind your own business, let go," Yu Fan frowned, "Try touching me again? Believe it or not, I'll beat you—"
He stared at Chen Jingshen's face, couldn't bear it anymore and punched out—then someone grabbed his wrist.
He was picked up by Chen Jingshen just like the chair just now.
He raised his fist again—the other hand was also confiscated.
Yu Fan suddenly felt that being ill was more troublesome.
It's fine if you can't beat Yu Kaiming, but you can't even beat Chen Jingshen?
The down jacket was draped over him, and Chen Jingshen said, "Raise your hand."
Two girls passed by outside the classroom, and when they heard the movement, they looked over at the same time—
Yu Fan's clenched fist loosened again.
Forget it, struggling is even uglier.
Chen Jingshen ignored the eyes of the person in front of him saying "you will be the first one to get well", pinched the zipper of his coat with his fingers, and pulled it directly to the top.
It was a high-necked down jacket, and the back of Yu Fan's neck was covered again.
Feeling the remaining body temperature of the owner of the clothes, he raised his head in disgust, and said coldly, "I want to suffocate someone."
Chen Jingshen glanced at him, reached out and pressed the collar under his chin.
In order to meet the accommodation needs of some teachers, the teachers' dormitory of Nancheng No. 7 Middle School is built next to the laboratory building.
Those who live here are generally young teachers who have just joined the job, and some enthusiastic old teachers who have clearly planned the school's development path for the next 20 years.
Hu Pang lives on the fifth floor of the classroom dormitory. The balcony of the house is on the side of the school, and you can see the school gate after two steps outside.
This evening, as usual, he strolled to the balcony with a bowl in his hand, watching the flowers of the motherland at the school gate who had learned to forget themselves so much that they had just left school for dinner.
Seeing Chen Jingshen's tall and thin figure, the corners of Hu Pang's mouth just raised a little, then froze again.
Next to Chen Jingshen was a man with his arms around him, the two of them were very close, their posture was like those young couples he often caught in the school garden.
Could it be Chen Jingshen too?
Hu Pang was startled, quickly put down the bowl, picked up the glasses, looked over again, and saw a mess of hair—
And that face that made him suffer from high blood pressure just by looking at it.
Hu Pang: "..."
You might as well be in puppy love.
Yu Fan had resisted this posture.
Then he nearly fell down the stairs.
There were not many people in the school at this time, but not all of them disappeared. Yu Fan wanted to remember who they were so they could silence them afterwards, but he couldn't see clearly because of dizziness.
So he simply lowered his head and was led into a taxi by Chen Jingshen.
They went to the nearest hospital from the school.
I took my temperature, 39 degrees 1, high fever.
"The temperature is a bit high. How long has it been?" The doctor glanced at his face. "I'll prescribe you some medicine first to see if it can be relieved. If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, you can come to the hospital for a blood test and hang water..."
Yu Fan didn't bother to wait for a moment: "Give me an injection directly."
Ten minutes later, Yu Fan sat in the infusion room.
He took one arm out of his sleeve and held it in front of the nurse.
Yu Fan didn't put on the Band-Aid anymore. The nurse was stunned when he saw the scar on his face, and couldn't help but glance at the school uniform he was wearing underneath.
Yu Fan has thin arms—in fact, he is thin, with little flesh on his body, and his shoulder blades will prop up his school uniform when he sleeps on his desk. People often wonder where all his strength in fighting comes from.
Yu Fan lowered his eyes and watched the needle slowly pierce the skin. The needle was fixed by tape, and the needle remained in the back of his hand.
"Okay." The nurse said, "Drink plenty of hot water, put on your coat, and cover yourself with sweat."
Yu Fan: "Thank you."
After the nurse left, Yu Fan leaned back and collapsed on the infusion chair, the down jacket sank with his movements.
After a day of fever, his condition was worse than other patients with fever. He lay on the soft coat, and sleepiness spread again.
The medicine and a cup of hot water were put in front of him.
"Eat before going to sleep." Chen Jingshen's voice fell from above his head.
Yu Fan was too lazy to say any more, took the medicine and swallowed it, tilted his head to find a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
…
When I woke up again, it was already dark.
Yu Fan maintained his sleeping position, squinting his eyes half-closed and glanced around.
There were not many people in the infusion room, mothers holding their sons, couples holding hands, adults working with computers and infusions, and high school students with their heads down doing their homework—
Yu Fan turned his head again, looking at the last one.
There is a test paper and an empty notebook in the place used to help patients. Chen Jingshen rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, lowered his head and held a pen while writing.
Yu Fan's weariness of studying suddenly came up, and he said hoarsely: "Why haven't you left yet?"
Chen Jingshen: "I haven't finished my homework."
"..."
Why, writing in another place will interrupt your thinking about the problem
After sleeping with a needle, Yu Fan obviously felt much better.
He stared at the pen shaking in Chen Jingshen's hand for a while, thinking that he had been suppressed by this weak force because of his illness, and felt that he had to be warned.
He lazily said: "Chen Jingshen."
Chen Jingshen's pen tip didn't stop: "Yes."
"Do you know what happens to those who provoke me?"
Chen Jingshen turned his head.
Yu Fan tilted his head, stared at his single eyelid, and said coldly: "Anyway, you are all here, so why not book a bed first—"
The cold back of his hand was pressed against his forehead.
Yu Fan's voice stopped abruptly, and before he could react, Chen Jingshen withdrew his hand.
"The fever is gone." Chen Jingshen looked up at the eye drops, "I'll call the nurse."
"..."
I took my temperature and it did drop to 37.9.
When the nurse came to remove the needle, she casually asked, "Are you classmates?"
Yu Fan said lazily, "Yes."
"The relationship is very good." The nurse said, "When you fell asleep, he kept staring at the medicine bags for you, and he has stared at two bags for you."
Yu Fan's eyelids twitched after threatening his classmates, and he glanced at the people next to him without showing any signs. Chen Jingshen didn't blink when he was doing the questions, as if he didn't listen to what they said at all.
So he paused, and then said perfunctorily, "Yes."
As soon as the nurse left, Wang Luan's phone came in.
From the corner of his eye, Chen Jingshen saw him holding a cotton swab on the back of his other hand, clamping the phone with his shoulder, and lazily waiting for the other person to speak.
Wang Lu'an's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Damn it, open WeChat and check it yourself. I sent you thirty-seven messages in one night, and you didn't reply to any of them. I'm fucking like your licking dog!"
Yu Fan: "I didn't see it, what are you doing?"
Wang Luan paused, "Why is your voice so weird?"
"Cold," Yu Fan said, "I have something to say."
"It's nothing, just to remind you to remember to copy the math test paper," Wang Lu'an said. "Fangqin told me to copy every wrong question ten times in class today. If you don't hand it in tomorrow, you will have to stand up in math class next week."
ten times
Yu Fan thought of his completely blank math test paper, and said with a wooden face: "If you don't copy it, you won't be able to attend class next week."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Fan felt that it was almost done, so he took the cotton swab away and prepared to throw it away.
A new, unnamed homework book was handed to him.
Yu Fan stared at the homework for two seconds, then raised his head and asked, "What is it?"
It was only when I was sitting that I realized that Chen Jingshen was really tall.
His jawline was smooth and beautiful, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled slightly when he spoke.
"Math homework."
"Give it to Fangqin, why do you give it to me..." Yu Fan paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You wrote it for me?"
Chen Jingshen said, "Yes."
"..."
This person just sat beside him and scribbled for a long time. Was he doing his homework
Yu Fan stared at him blankly, feeling that the fever that had just subsided was returning: "Who asked you to write for me? Fangqin is not a fool, our writing is so far apart—"
"I wrote it with my left hand."
"..."
Then my handwriting is not so ugly to that extent.
Chen Jingshen said: "Take it as your thanks for helping me at the back door."
"Don't think too much," Yu Fan frowned, "I think those people are upset."
"En." Chen Jingshen looked at his dodging eyes and responded.
Now that we've talked about this, Chen Jingshen doesn't need to copy this wrong question anyway, so Yu Fan took over the homework.
"How much does the medicine cost today?" Yu Fan took out his phone, "I'll forward your WeChat."
Chen Jingshen reported a number.
Yu Fan opened WeChat, searched among friends for a long time, and then remembered—
"By the way." Chen Jingshen asked, "Why can't I see your WeChat updates?"
"..."
Is this man an idiot
Yu Fan's phrase "Of course you can't see it if it's blacked out" came to his lips, met Chen Jingshen's gaze, and swallowed it back.
Damn, how did you make him look like a scumbag?
"I don't know, Bug." Holding up his phone, he dragged Chen Jingshen out of the blacklist, "The money has been transferred."
When Chen Jingshen collected the money, he clicked on Yu Fan's profile picture.
His profile picture is a few stray cats, which look like they were taken randomly around the school.
A few pitifully few Moments of Moments popped up.
He raised his eyebrows calmly: "Well, I see it now."
Zuo Kuan bowed and stood in the observation room.
The middle-aged woman told him: "Just after circumcision, you should pay attention to the wound, take medicine on time, and try not to make big moves."
Zuo Kuan's scalp was numb, he nodded repeatedly, leaning against the wall and looking around, trying to distract himself.
Then he saw two familiar figures.
Zuo Kuan suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up, the wound was pulled lightly, causing him to clutch his crotch in pain and let out a "hiss" sound.
Enduring the pain, he put his hands on the wall and checked again carefully.
The boy who was walking in front copied his pockets with both hands, as usual lazily and casually, perhaps because of the cold weather, his face was a little pale.
The people behind him were wearing thin clothes, and their school uniform shirts, which were usually neat and tidy, were actually full of wrinkles at this moment. When they walked to the door, they raised their hands and rubbed their eyes.
Zuo Kuan regained his senses from the shock, immediately picked up his mobile phone and frantically took pictures, and then sent the pictures to the school group of more than 100 people—
[Class 8-Brother Kuan: [Picture] I am stupid, look who I see.]
[Class 7 - Zhang Wenjing: What are you doing in the urology department?]
[Class 8-Brother Kuan:? ?]
[Class 7-Wang Lu'an: Hahahaha congratulations Brother Kuan, let's play together tomorrow.]
[Class 8-Brother Kuan: Fuck you.]
[Class 8-Brother Kuan: I fucking posted the picture for you to see this? ?]
[Class 7-Wang Lu'an: Then what are you looking at?]
Zuo Kuan circled the two tall and thin figures in the picture.
[Class 8-Brother Kuan: Can't you recognize anyone in your own class?]
[Class 8-Brother Kuan: Yu Fan sent Chen Jingshen to the hospital!]