Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

So he became a member of the laboratory.non-staff.

Except for some professors' classes, Xia Xuan basically conducts research in the laboratory every day.

The school allocated a separate laboratory for him, and there should have been an assistant, but because of Xia Xuan's serious cleanliness and personal domain awareness, he was not allowed.

This situation has been maintained for more than two years.

However, now I heard that he took the initiative to ask someone from outside the school to help him?

For a while, this caused a great disturbance in the school.

Song Le was wearing a standard white coat and a mask. When he searched around the school, sending him documents and looking for equipment, he was often stopped by some courageous girls or boys who wanted to strike up a conversation.

"Have you lost your way again?" Xia Xuan asked helplessly when she hurried back.

It's been a week, and this person's sense of direction is too...

Song Le was a little embarrassed.

——However, this university is too big!

After sorting out the materials in his hand and putting them on the table, Song Le went to help him clean the beaker and test tube as usual.

"Wear gloves." But he was also reminded habitually.

Song Le quickly followed suit.

While washing carefully, I couldn't help thinking about this week.

The most common thing I see is Xia Xuan wearing glasses to record data, so serious that it makes people's heart beat.

It was already a very overwhelming existence, but now it is so focused, it becomes more and more...

"...You! How long do you have to wash?"

Interrupted by his soft urging, Song Le carefully put the test tube into the dryer, and immediately ran over to take the next order.

But because he ran too fast, he suddenly became dizzy before his eyes, and before he had time to react, he lost his balance and fell to the side.

Well--

The expected pain didn't come, but was actually caught by Xia Xuan.

The embrace was still warm in memory, Song Le was reluctant to leave for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

Supporting him to stand slowly, Song Le wanted to raise his head and say he was fine, but he felt dizzy for a while until he passed out.

……

Song Le vaguely heard him talking to someone.

Probably the doctor.

Some aunt's accusatory and concerned tone: "Before I had to...well, it's been a long time since I've recuperated, and I'm running and jumping... Even a big man can't stand such a toss, let alone a little girl, what do you do? How do you become a boyfriend... Wait, is it a boyfriend?"

Xia Xuan was embarrassed, but said affirmatively, "Yes."

He actually said yes...

Indeed... This week seems to be a bit tiring.

Immediately, there was a long period of oppressive silence from him.

Even though Song Le was semi-conscious, she couldn't help feeling helpless.

He studied medicine, and he probably already knew what happened to her in the past four years.

Then nothing could be heard, and Song Le fell into a deep sleep.

After listening to the doctor's instructions, Xia Xuan returned to the quiet ward with heavy steps, sat down by the bed, and looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

Slender fingers caressed her pointed chin. Although she was thin before, she was just right.

The chin is fleshy and soft to the touch.

Is this sickly whiteness the result of not having had a good exposure to the sun for so long?

Also, the neck is so thin that you can almost see the blue blood vessels...

"You still make me feel bad." He leaned against her ear, kissed her lightly, and blamed himself in a low voice, regardless of whether she could hear it or not.

……

After Song Le woke up, Xia Xuan seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

——It seems that it has become gentler.

The conversation in the coma still left a little impression. She was lifted up and sat on the head of the bed. Xia Xuan was holding porridge and was going to feed her.

Song Le hesitated for a moment, but still blinked and asked: "...Xia Xuan, do you know something?"