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

"What's wrong?" Jiang Lin couldn't maintain the calmness on his face, and hurriedly asked.

Song Lezheng was suffering, his face was hot, his breath was hot, and his head was dizzy. It took him a long time to understand what he was asking.

She shook her head slowly, meaning it was okay.

Jiang Lin apologized in a low voice, then stretched out his hand to her forehead, frowning, the temperature was not right.

Little dumb, do you have a fever?

"You have a fever, I'll take you to the infirmary, okay?" Jiang Lin frowned and asked worriedly.

Song Le shook his head blindly after hearing it clearly, and wrote: "Go to self-study in the morning."

Jiang Lin raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still nearly an hour before the morning self-study, and she was so uncomfortable for an hour?

"No, go now. Just come back and ask for leave. If the infirmary is not open, I will take you to the hospital." Jiang Lin put his hand on her wrist and said forcefully.

Song Le broke away from him gently, buried her head and wrote: "It's okay, thank you, my roommate will accompany me after class."

Jiang Lin's hand was empty, and he was slightly stunned.

Although the usual little mute's dodging made him feel invincible and cute, but the alienation and caution and refusal at this time made him uncomfortable.

Actually... She can rely on him.

Jiang Lin pursed his lips, got up and walked out, Song Le rubbed his temples, his forehead was really hot.

The moment the cold hand was pressed against her just now, she felt a little unknowingly nervous.

After drinking a few sips of hot water, Song Le lay on the table, looking at a book and wanting to sleep for a while, but couldn't help but think, Jiang Lin still hasn't come back, is it because she thinks she doesn't know what to do and is angry?

After a few minutes.

Just when Song Le was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard someone calling her softly. She frowned and half-opened her eyes. Because of the fever, there were red circles around her peach blossom eyes, which was extraordinarily hazy.

Jiang Linzhi froze, and unconsciously said in a softer voice, "I've already asked the teacher for leave, get up, and I'll take you to the infirmary."

Song Le was dazed, hesitant, and a little sleepy, and reacted slowly, shaking his head while mouthing 'it's okay'.

She didn't want to trouble Jiang Lin... even more so since she knew that Jiang Lin still liked her so strangely.

I can't wait to be 300 meters away from him every day.

Seeing that she was still frowning and resisting, Jiang Lin couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice and said, "Do you want me to take you out?"

Song Le was stunned upon hearing this.

The internal organs were scorching hot, even the eardrums were buzzing, Song Le didn't even have the strength to get angry, but these words were too threatening...

Jiang Lin's eyes told her that if she refused again, he might really do that.

This man is not only a pervert, but also a lunatic.

Confused and embarrassed, Song Le finally followed behind him in a daze, and walked out of the classroom.

It was probably because the combination was too strange, and students who didn't understand it kept looking at it, which made her want to curl up in a ball to avoid those probing eyes.

After walking out of the classroom for a short distance, Jiang Lin stopped abruptly, and Song Le, who was walking in a daze, almost bumped into him.

Pressing his hand lightly on his back, Song Le was puzzled, dizzy, and looked at him.

In the end, he saw him half bent over, and Song Le was still thinking about what he was going to do, so he forcefully carried him on his back.

When he regained his composure, Jiang Lin had already started to go down the stairs, fearing that the two of them would fall, Song Le didn't dare to struggle, so he could only hesitantly support his shoulders.

Still unable to ask... Well, for a while, Song Le didn't know whether to be grateful or aggrieved.

Jiang Lin's heart was pounding, and he carried it easily - the little mute was too light and too small.

But he still recited it very carefully.

……

Ten minutes later, I finally reached the infirmary.