come on, fight

Zhou Yejin turned her head to look at the door, and could only see a figure with its back to the light. Judging by its stature, it was Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche stood at the door without saying a word. Seeing Zhou Yejin looking at him, he let go of the doorknob and walked towards Zhou Yejin.

Accompanied by clear footsteps, Zhan Xunche stood at Zhou Yejin's bedside, and put a few books on his bed.

"This is...?" Zhou Yejin looked down, only to notice that there was a notebook on the top, printed with a person holding a transparent umbrella on a rainy day, with a somewhat unorthodox tone.

Zhou Yejin tried his best to extract his burnt memory bank. He had never bought such a notebook, so it was obviously not his.

"When I went upstairs, I met a girl in front of your house, and asked me to give you today's notes and homework." Zhan Xunche's voice was very flat, without any ups and downs, "She said she was at the same table as you."

Zhou Yejin heard Zhan Xunche's tone of voice and felt that he seemed a little unhappy. He raised his head and observed Zhan Xunche's expression.

The result disappointed him, the lights in his room were not turned on, and Zhan Xunche was not standing where the moonlight could shine, so he couldn't see anything at all.

At this moment, Zhan Xunche suddenly sat beside his bed, and the cold moonlight shone on him, slightly illuminating his face.

Zhou Yejin froze for a moment, and before he could recover, a cold hand appeared on his forehead.After touching him lightly, the hand quickly moved down and stopped on his chin.

"The head isn't hot anymore, let me take a look at the throat." Zhan Xunche pinched the flesh on his chin, motioning him to open his mouth.

Zhou Yejin was a little confused, he opened his mouth wide and stared at Zhan Xunche with wide eyes.

When the moonlight fell on Zhan Xunche just now, his heart skipped a beat.That beating was too violent and too fast, before he had time to feel it slowly, his heart had already returned to calm.

"The tonsils don't seem to disappear," Zhan Xunche let go of his chin, "but at least the fever has subsided, which is much better than in the morning.

"Oh." Zhou Yejin recovered a little, lowered his eyelids, and reached for the books on the bed.

Before he got it, Zhan Xunche's hand popped out from the side, and he got the book one step ahead.

"You don't need to write, you are sick at home, and the teacher won't blame you for not writing." Zhan Xunche turned around and put the pile of books on the bedside table, as if it wasn't far enough away, he pushed it back again.

"...Let me read the notes first." Zhou Yejin said.

Hearing this, Zhan Xunche picked out the notebook and held it in his hand, opened it under the moonlight, and shook his head regretfully, "Her handwriting is too scribbled, you probably won't be able to understand it. So Come on, I'll transcribe it for you, and you can just read what I wrote."

Seeing his serious expression, Zhou Yejin wanted to laugh.Although Jin Ge belongs to the careless type, her handwriting is very neat and neat, which is completely incompatible with the word "scribbled".

He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that was about to turn up, coughed and nodded.

"Is your notebook at home?" Zhan Xunche did as he said. After Zhou Yejin nodded, he immediately turned on the light and sat down at the desk, then turned to ask Zhou Yejin.

"No, you can just go to the bookshelf and get a new one." Zhou Yejin glanced at her bookshelf, there were several brand new notebooks on it, all of which he had stored up before the first year of high school, "It's the new semester, notebooks You have to change it too."

Zhan Xunche smiled, took a notebook with a kraft paper cover from the nearby bookshelf, and threw it back on the desk like throwing a basketball.

"Good shot." Zhou Yejin grinned and said.

Zhan Xunche waved to him modestly, smiled and sat down at the desk.

He opened Zhou Yejin's notebook, sat up straight, took off the cap of the pen and began to write.

Zhou Yejin leaned her head against the edge of the headboard.

The headboard of his bed is not very high. Sitting on the bed and raising his head, he can just lean against the corners of the headboard.He likes to lean on it like this, but it hurts his neck a bit.

The rustle of writing sounded in the quiet room. Zhou Yejin slowly closed her eyes when she heard the sound.

Zhan Xunche wrote quickly, and Zhou Yejin came to this conclusion through the voice from his side.

Zhou Yejin closed her eyes, and a picture of Zhan Xunche lowering her head and writing appeared in front of her eyes.

Zhan Xunche lowered his eyelids, and held the pen in his right hand to quickly swipe across the paper. Characters full of personality appeared smoothly on the white paper from the tip of the pen in Zhan Xunche's hand.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of Zhan Xunche's writing stopped, replaced by the sound of a chair being pulled on the ground, followed by deliberately light footsteps.

"Are you asleep?" Zhan Xunche stood still beside his bed and asked him softly.

"No," Zhou Yejin opened his eyes, "I've been asleep all day, why do you treat me like a pig?"

Zhan Xunche smiled, and handed the notebook in front of his eyes, "I've finished copying, let's have a look."

Zhou Yejin sat up straight, twisted her neck twice, and raised her hand to take the notebook in front of her.

Every time I read Zhan Xunche's words, Zhou Yejin felt comfortable all over, and he could take care of him when he was sick.

"The physics notes she gave me?" Zhou Yejin felt uncomfortable again after looking at it twice. He used the greatest strength he could use as a patient and snapped the notebook in his hand .

"What's wrong?" Zhan Xunche didn't understand, what's so special about the physics notes, it deserved his big reaction.

"No, I'm not good at physics." Physics is a relatively poor subject for Zhou Yejin. Now that he thinks about how he said physics was not difficult in junior high school, he feels a little pain in the face.

"I'll watch it with you." Zhan Xunche sat down and leaned against him.

"Don't make trouble, you are only in the second year of junior high school," Zhou Yejin shook the notebook in his hand, "This is the content of my first year of high school."

"In the process of copying just now, I have read all the content, and I don't think it is difficult." Zhan Xunche said.

"I'm in the second year of junior high school, and I think the same as you." Zhou Yejin looked at him expressionlessly.

"Try it." Zhan Xunche took the notebook with a smile, "The more you resist, the worse you will learn."

Zhou Yejin kept silent, and after a while, he uttered a syllable from his throat, which was regarded as his agreement.

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche leaned against the bed together, quietly browsing through the contents of the notes.

Zhou Yejin scanned down line by line, and glanced at Zhan Xunche from time to time. He really wanted to ask Zhan Xunche if he understood, but seeing that Zhan Xunche was watching so intently, he didn't make a sound to disturb him.

The content of the notes is not much, only two or three pages, and it took the two of them less than an hour to read them.

"Have you read it yet?" Zhou Yejin finally found the opportunity to ask Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche put down his notebook, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "No."

"Damn," Zhou Yejin looked deceived, "Looking at the way you swore before, I almost thought I met a genius today."

Zhan Xunche laughed very happily, the laughter echoed in the room, and it took a long time before it died down.

"Then have you read it?" Zhan Xunche slowed down his breath and asked Zhou Yejin.

"I almost understand the content." Zhou Yejin paused, with a depressed expression on his face, "I guess it's still a bit difficult to do the questions."

"I need to practice more." Zhan Xunche said.

"Yes." Zhou Yejin nodded, agreeing with his statement.

Zhou Yejin had already read the notes once, and Zhou Yejin was too lazy to read them a second time. He closed the notebook and put it aside, leaned against the headboard of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

"Are you sleepy?" Zhan Xunche stared at him, scanning the outline of his profile with his gaze.

"Not sleepy." Zhou Yejin replied with her eyes closed.

"Oh." Zhan Xunche's wandering gaze finally settled on his plump lips, staring straight at him.

Zhou Yejin leaned quietly, and he watched quietly, only the sound of each other's gentle breathing could be heard.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, Zhou Yejin seemed to think of something, suddenly straightened up and looked at Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche turned his head quickly, and looked through the curtain at the moonlight that had been outshone by the light.

"Aren't you going home today?" Zhou Yejin asked.

Zhan Xunche was stunned for a moment, he thought Zhou Yejin suddenly looked at him because he had discovered something, but it turned out not to be.

"...I want to sleep here." Zhan Xunche said after a while.

"Should I say hello to Aunt Zhan?" Zhou Yejin glanced in the direction of Zhan Xunche's house. It seemed that Zhan Xunche didn't go home after self-study, and came directly to his room.

"No need, she knows I'm here." Zhan Xunche slid off the headboard of the bed, resting his head on the pillow.

"Are you sleeping now?" Zhou Yejin pulled the pillow cover under his head, it was a little wrinkled.

"Yeah." Zhan Xunche moved his head and moved it to the side of the pillow.

Zhou Yejin snorted, touched the switch at the bedside, and turned off the light for him.

Zhou Yejin didn't think he was sleepy at first, but after the lights were turned off, he gradually felt sleepy.

Remembering that she hadn't taken the medicine for the night, Zhou Yejin rubbed her eyes, got up from the bed in the dark, took the medicine with the leftover water she drank at noon, and then lay back on the bed.

Maybe it was because Zhou Yejin was lying beside him, and Zhan Xunche slept so soundly that he didn't even turn over all night. He didn't move his fingers until Zhou Yejin's daily alarm clock rang.

Zhan Xunche lay on the bed for a while, and he opened his eyes only after he became conscious enough.

Looking at Zhou Yejin's back to his head, there was a warm feeling in Zhan Xunche's heart.It was like the first ray of sunshine in early spring, passing through his chest and shining unreservedly in his heart.

He curled the corner of his mouth, moved his body close to Zhou Yejin, and put his arms around him.

As soon as his arm touched Zhou Yejin's body, the corners of Zhan Xunche's mouth collapsed.