I really don't want to read

"..."

Lin Xiaoxian felt that Zhou Jia's stereotype was too deep.

"It's not lost, it's a new one."

He shook a copy of "Writing Skills" in his hand.

"I want to improve my writing..."

Zhou Jia herself is not low in appearance, but unfortunately she always has a little facial paralysis.

Because she always looked like she was not interested in anything, her eyes lacked energy and she was tired at all times.

But if someone talks to her about studying, she won't be sleepy.

So Zhou Jia took a look at Lin Xiaoxian's "Writing Skills", put it back on the bookshelf, and found a new "Special Issue of Composition Materials".

"When choosing a composition reference book, you should choose high-quality, big-name, and fresh ones. You can see this one is better, and you can see it from the catalog. Chapter 1 is..."

Zhou Jia held the book and started to explain it seriously.

Lin Xiaoxian instantly felt mixed tastes.

Although I was very moved by Zhou Jia's earnest teaching.

But the two were not talking about the same thing.

At this time, if I tell Zhou Jia that I am writing "Overlord" Cavendish, and what I want to buy is a reference book for writing novels, wouldn't it be inappropriate...

Lin Xiaoxian looked at the study committee member's focused face, and explained to himself very carefully, which is really hard to explain.

Looking at those piercing eyes, I can't bear it.

"Lin Xiaoxian, did you listen to me?"

"Yeah, yes, Sister Zhou spoke so well, I was fascinated."

"Don't flatter me, I'm helping you out of Xiaoyan's sake."

[Ding, Charm +1]

Still the same truth, no one will not like to hear good words.

"Sister Zhou, I'll buy it back and take a look at it, so I won't disturb you."

"Ah."

Lin Xiaoxian walked away with the book, and was about to find a place to secretly stuff the "Special Issue of Composition Materials" back, but found that the cashier was next to him.

Isn't this the end...

From the corner of Lin Xiaoxian's eyes, he could even feel that Zhou Jia was still watching him.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and paid 33 yuan to buy the book.

[Ding, Charm +5]

......

As soon as he got home, Lin Xiaoxian shouted:

"Xiaoshu, I brought you a present."

"Ah, what what?"

Lin Xiaoshu was watching a TV series called "Yu Huanshui". Hearing that, he jumped off the sofa and ran over in surprise.

When she saw the "Special Issue of Composition Materials" in Lin Xiaoxian's hand, she immediately pouted and ran back.

"Brother, I already have the composition information book."

"You can't do that."

Lin Xiaoxian forced the book into his sister's arms, and then learned to sell it now.

"When choosing a composition reference book, you should choose high-quality, big-name, and fresh ones. You can see this one is better, and you can see it from the catalog. Chapter 1 is..."

Just as he was talking, the phone rang.

Lin Xiaoxian opened it and saw that it was Zhou Jia.

"This girl won't install a monitor on me, will she?"

When he opened it, it was not about the information book, but a screenshot.

A screenshot of the chat between Gu Xiaoyan and her.

The time is just now.

【Jiajia, how are you?I blow a lot of air-conditioning during the day, and now I seem to have a fever]

023 Watch a blockbuster movie [Do you have a ticket?If not, I will ask tomorrow]

Lin Xiaoxian stared at the stove. In the small casserole, millet and red beans were tumbling.

He took a spoon and dipped it, a little light.

Add two rock candies and continue to cook.

goo goo goo...

[Ding, a pot of very hot red bean and millet porridge]

【Cooking: lv.4 (42/50)】

"Xiaoxian...are you alright..."

"Don't rush."

Lin Xiaoxian shouted towards Gu Xiaoyan's bedroom, and then started looking for the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room.

did not find.

When I asked Gu Xiaoyan, she didn't know either.

It's already October, and the air conditioner hasn't been used for a long time.

No way, Lin Xiaoxian took out the [see-through glasses] from his pocket and put them on.

Finally, I found the air conditioner remote control in the crack of the sofa cushion.

It's depressing to say, the dignified see-through glasses are all used in this kind of place.

Turn on the air conditioner, and the cold air is blown out from the blinds.

Lin Xiaoxian held the millet porridge and blew at the air conditioner.

Take it down and taste it every now and then to see if the temperature is right.

It's not easy to judge this stuff. Fortunately, I cooked a pot, otherwise I would have tasted it.

"almost."

[Ding, a pot of red bean and millet porridge with just the right temperature]

【Cooking: lv.5 (0/100)】

Cooling is also considered cooking?

Lin Xiaoxian hehe, then walked into Gu Xiaoyan's bedroom with millet porridge.

Gu Xiaoyan, whose face was a little pale, was wrapped in the quilt like a caterpillar and sat up when she saw Lin Xiaoxian come in.

"You slow down."

Lin Xiaoxian put the millet porridge on the bedside table, supported Gu Xiaoyan's arm with his left hand, and grabbed the cushion with his right hand to put it behind her.

"Isn't it just porridge? I'm still hungry when I'm sick."

"hey-hey."

Gu Xiaoyan blinked and smiled, but Lin Xiaoxian couldn't smile.

"Open your mouth."

"Ah~"

"How about it."

"good to eat."

Gu Xiaoyan stuck out her tongue and licked her bloodless lips, looking very well-behaved.

"You had a fever in the afternoon, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lin Xiaoxian said in a dull tone.

"I thought it would be fine to drink some granules and sleep..." Gu Xiaoyan felt a little guilty.

"If Zhou Jia hadn't told me, your body would burn out pneumonia in one night!"

"How can it be so exaggerated..."

Gu Xiaoyan defended, but she couldn't completely deny that her immunity was really weak.

Gu Xiaoyan drank a mouthful of porridge, looked at Lin Xiaoxian and asked in a low voice:

"Are you distressed?"

"nonsense!"

"Cut, what is fierce, it hurts you to death."

"..."

Gu Xiaoyan suddenly felt a little proud, and Lin Xiaoxian was usually lukewarm to her.

As a result, every time it came to a critical moment, it was not necessary to take care of her obediently.

After drinking the porridge, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Gu Xiaoyan lay down again, covering her face with the quilt, only showing her two eyes to look at Lin Xiaoxian.

"Okay, you go back."

Lin Xiaoxian didn't know what this girl was thinking, and she really wanted to leave.

"I'm leaving."

"Well, leave me alone."

"I'm really gone."

"Let's go."

Lin Xiaoxian looked at Gu Xiaoyan's misty eyes, and when she exposed her face, her nose turned red.

"It's alright, alright, as long as you play a lot, you can make yourself cry."

Lin Xiaoxian couldn't leave, so he opened Gu Xiaoyan's laptop on the desk.

"Are you going to use a computer?"

"Well, look at station B for a while."

"I want to see too."

Gu Xiaoyan took out the thermometer: "Look, my fever is gone."

Lin Xiaoxian took a look, 37 degrees 4, still a little low-grade fever.

"Would you like a cell phone?"

A mobile phone is better than a laptop's big screen.

Gu Xiaoyan shook her head, moved her body into the bed, and lifted the quilt: "Come up."

"Don't make trouble, it's not when I was a child..."

"If you don't come up, I'll keep flipping it. When I catch a cold and have a high fever again, I will feel sorry for you."

In fact, Gu Xiaoyan still has a hundred ways to make Lin Xiaoxian submit.

But tonight, Lin Xiaoxian was not so passive, and tried his best to agree to all Gu Xiaoyan's requests.

So Lin Xiaoxian went up and lay on the quilt without getting in.

The two sat side by side at the head of the bed, Gu Xiaoyan put her soft body against Lin Xiaoxian comfortably, found an angle to rest her head on his shoulder, and then instructed Lin Xiaoxian to open the notebook.