you better leave me alone

The cold medicine had enough stamina, and after an hour or so, Lin Zewu's head sank several times, and he walked into the examination room with heavy steps as the bell rang.

Take one exam a day, and go home to review in the afternoon.

Lin Zewu was dizzy and planned to make a quick decision.

As soon as the bell rang, I picked up my pen and started to write. I was so hot that my eyes turned white, and I wrote a lot of nonsense in my argumentative papers.

But Lao Liu should be very happy, because this is the time he has filled the most.

With 10 minutes left to fill up the test paper, Lin Zewu put down his pen and squinted for a while.

The invigilator walked past him three times, glanced at his name on the test paper several times to confirm who he was, thought about it, and finally didn't wake him up.

After the exam, Lin Zewu squeezed through the crowd and went out with his schoolbag.

Coincidentally, Li Xun came out of the examination room, and the students who ranked ahead of them were all arranged in examination room No. [-].

Li Xun looked back and forth, saw Lin Zewu who was single, ran over to stand side by side with him, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck..." Lin Zewu lost his focus for a moment.

Li Xun's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly helped him stabilize, and he pushed his eyes in shock: "Damn, why are you so weak today?"

"Get out." Lin Zewu took a deep breath, pushed him away and stood up straight, "I have something to say, I have nothing to do, I have to go."

"Ah? In the afternoon..." Li Xun suddenly shut up, turned his head to observe, and saw the invigilator walk away, then turned his head again, "Are you leaving now?"

Lin Zewu's expression was flat: "I have something to do."

If there is a big event, go back and sleep with your head covered, otherwise how can you survive the night.

"I go first."

Li Xun said, "Then do you still want a leave note?"

Lin Zewu: "No more."

Lin Zewu simply greeted him, carried his bag and left, forgot to sell tonight's dishes when he walked through the street corner, and remembered it only when he got home.

There was still half a chicken in the pot, and only two vegetables were missing. Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't overcome his physical exhaustion after all, thinking about getting up at night and going to buy it.

The result of slack is brain fragmentation, and he fell asleep as soon as he got on the sofa. Lin Zewu half-closed his eyes to set the alarm, reached out to touch the cold medicine on the table, shook it and threw it into the trash can.

Empty, the last one in the morning.

have to buy.

Lin Zewu thought about what he needed to buy at night, and slowly closed his eyes while holding the blanket.

"Plum rainy days... It's annoying, my cactus is almost drowning." Zhang Xun stood beside the bed with the quilt in his hands and sighed, "My younger brother can't go out for exercise these two days. How can this shit be suitable for the growth of flowers in our motherland?"

Zhang Xun turned his head to seek approval, but he saw that Chen lowered his head and concentrated on processing the documents in his hand, and his efficiency increased by two percentage points than usual.

Zhang Xun felt that this person was either out of the order or on drugs, and the probability of the latter faintly overwhelmed the former.

——Even Wen Chen is a health expert.

"I don't work overtime today." Wen Chen didn't raise his head, but seemed to have eyes on the top of his head, "Leave directly after get off work."

Zhang Xun thought for a second, then hesitated, "What happened to you?"

Wen Chen just glanced at him: "What can happen to me?"

Zhang Xun: "It's not like your style. Since you went crazy all night last time, you have never returned on the road of madness. You even refused to work overtime. The boss may vomit three liters of blood tonight."

Wen Chen's eyelids twitched: "I have something to do."

Since it is the "event" that Wen Chen mentioned, it should be a "big event".

This is the stereotyped image left by Wen Chen in the past. Even if he just planned to go home early to rest, outsiders would think that he was going back to deal with the loopholes in the contract.

At that point, Wen Chen left the company with a cold face under the adoring eyes of the employees, with "justice Lingran" written all over his face.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the alarm bell rang on time.

Lin Zewu frowned, and woke up suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, looking around, he saw the familiar furniture and layout.

Lin Zewu raised his hand to turn off the alarm clock, and lay back on the sofa again, heaving a long sigh of relief, except for his heaving chest, the surroundings fell into a dull silence.

The memo on the mobile phone showed what he should do in a while, and after a delay of 30 seconds, it fell into a black screen.

10 minute later.

"Wow—"

Warm water flowed from the faucet, Lin Zewu took it and splashed it on his face, back and forth three times, his eyes gradually converged, and the dazedness that had just woken up disappeared completely.

Lin Zewu leaned on both sides of the washstand, hung his neck in silence for a while, his breath was hot, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

——Sitting by Zhao Qian's bed in short sleeves for most of the night was the stupidest thing he did yesterday; sleeping without taking cold medicine was the stupidest thing he did today.

"cough."

Lin Zewu turned off the faucet and staggered out the door. He pulled the coat hanging on the back of the chair, wrapped himself tightly, and prepared to buy antipyretics.

Holding on to the handrail, I walked slowly step by step, and just reached the third floor, I met someone who was going upstairs.

Wen Chen saw his pale face and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Zewu coughed, and answered the wrong question: "Are you not working overtime today?"

"I wanted to pick you up on the way, but in the afternoon, your homeroom teacher told me on WeChat that you had run away again."

"……take sick leave."

Wen Chen nodded: "This reason is quite sufficient. You still have to go out in such a heavy rain?"

Lin Zewu clutched the handrail tightly: "Buy medicine."

Lin Zewu was about to leave, but his wrist was held down by someone beside him.

Wen Chen turned his head to look at his pale face, and could feel the scorching temperature of his wrist and the beating of his pulse with his fingertips.

"Where is the clinic near your home?"

There is a clinic at the entrance of the street, and there are two old doctors who have retired from the top three hospitals in the clinic.

Wearing reading glasses and wiping the back of Lin Zewu's hands with alcohol cotton, the nurse behind him looked terrified.

"...Can I just take medicine?" Lin Zewu leaned back, his back pressed against the cold chair back, which made him shiver.

Unexpectedly, the old doctor withdrew his hand: "Don't move around, the old man's eyes are not very good...Forget it, come here, Xiao Liu."

The nurse and Lin Zewu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey good."

After Wen Chen paid the fee, he took a bag of medicine and stepped into the door. He saw Lin Zewu blocked in the corner, and the nurse had just pricked the skin on the back of his hand with a needle.

Lin Zewu's face was paler than before coming to the clinic, it was pale, which showed how cold he was inside.

Lin Zewu pursed his lips, and when the nurse cleaned up the surroundings, he asked, "How long will these bottles take?"

The nurse swept the floor without raising her head: "About an hour and a half, I dare not adjust it too fast for you, for fear that you will not be able to bear it."

One and a half hours, it will be about seven o'clock when I go back.

Lin Zewu's gaze was fixed on the needle tube on the back of his hand, slightly lost in thought.

"What did you do last night?" Wen Chen put down the bag, wrote down the current time, and sat beside him, "How did it become like this overnight?"

Lin Zewu came back to his senses and subconsciously looked away.

"Probably because the quilt is missing."

If the quilt cover is missing, it will burn like this?The words "You lied to me again" were clearly written on Wen Chen's face.

Lin Zewu coughed, picked up the bag and looked through it, but he didn't find the invoice.

Wen Chen thought he was looking for medicine, so he explained a few words hastily.

"It's all your medicine, medicine for fever and shoulder injury. Remember to spray Yunnan Baiyao once in the morning and evening when you go home."

Lin Zewu raised his eyes.

Hearing that Chen Guigui was crossing his legs, he was reading financial news on his mobile phone with his left hand, and his shirt collar was clean and tidy.

It doesn't fit in with what he looks like now.

Lin Zewu was dazed for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and felt a dull pain in the top of his head.

Lin Zewu closed his eyes to let go of his mind, and let go of this emotion. After an unknown period of time, a muffled sound came from his ear.

He suddenly asked, "Is it thundering outside?"

Wen Chen listened attentively.

After a while, he replied: "Yes."