Lovely Allergen

Usually, if you are misunderstood, you will feel a little angry when you know it.

But being misunderstood by Song Yu, he showed another emotion, his heart beat faster, and he sent a message to Song Yu to explain while walking.Nanjia was afraid that he would bump into someone else, so she grabbed his clothes by the elbow and led him away.

[Lele: This is a good thing you did.My lips and tongue were broken and my lips were scabbed, but the wound on the tip of my tongue turned into an ulcer. ]

After two seconds, he sent another sentence.

[Lele: It hurts. ]

He felt that he had explained too seriously, so that Song Yu didn't reply and called back directly.Le Zhishi, who was accompanying the doctor, came out of the consultation room and connected Song Yu's phone in the crowded corridor.

Hearing Song Yu's voice, Le Zhishi completely forgot all his misunderstandings about him.Song Yu asked him if it hurt, and he said it didn't hurt, as if he had eaten the news he just sent.

"Is it cold over there?" Le Zhishi called against the wall, as if standing for punishment.

"Ah."

"Then don't get sick, senior sister Nanjia will get sick." Le Zhi pressed his forehead against the wall, "There are so many people in the hospital."

"Did you accompany her to the hospital?" Song Yu's tone changed significantly.

Le Zhishi nodded to the wall, "Yes, we just finished a meeting together, and I just happened to be taking medicine for oral ulcers. I don't like going to the hospital alone, it's like eating hot pot alone, I feel very pitiful. "

"Really?" Song Yu seemed to sigh on the other end of the phone, obviously and abruptly, but Le Zhishi was as sensitive as a puppy, and caught it all at once. Before he had time to ask, Song Yu asked again. He opened his mouth and said something irrelevant to the topic just now, "The person who received me just now said that it will be very cold here at night."

Le Zhi frowned, "Isn't there a heater in the north? Why didn't you turn it on?"

"It's not time for unified heating yet." Song Yu added on purpose, "It's better to have a thicker quilt." This kind of wishful words came out of his mouth, which was particularly unsuitable.

With a few words, Le Zhishi's heart ached, and he asked a lot of questions nervously, caring and caring, and those who didn't know seemed to think that Song Yu had already suffered from some serious serious illness.

"You can pour hot water into a glass bottle and cover it under the quilt. It will be much warmer, but you don't want to burn yourself. Oh, no, you can't just pour hot water into a glass bottle. It's easy to explode and hurt you .The mineral water bottle will be deformed, why don't you buy one..."

Song Yu chuckled, Le Zhishi suddenly froze, he thought he was funny, Song Yu was so independent, and he taught him how to keep warm like an elder.

"Are you laughing at me?" Le Zhi stared at his toes.

"I'm thinking of you." Song Yu said it relatively honestly this time, compared to asking for attention in many ways.

"Your body temperature seems to be a little higher than mine." Song Yu said again, making the hypothetical premise as real as possible, "If you lie on my bed at night, it should be better than a hot water bottle and a warm water bottle. Easy to use."

"The word easy to use is too pragmatic, Senior Song Yu." Le Zhishi's tone was a little dissatisfied, and even the title was changed.

"Then put it another way." Song Yu's deep voice was not cold, but with a faint smile, "Student, I want to hug you to sleep."

Le Zhishi's ears suddenly felt hot.I don't know why, but such a simple name as senior and junior would make him ashamed, obviously he was the one who brought it up first.

He was silent for a few seconds, and Song Yu was also very quiet on the other side. Nan Jia came out of the consultation room and closed the door gently.Le Zhishi quickly said that he was going to hang up the phone, and told him to remember to eat and go to bed early.

But Song Yu seemed to be deliberately entangled, and continued to talk, just like a cat who didn't want to let his master play games, so he deliberately clawed his hands away to make trouble.

"Sleep how to do?"

"I can't sleep..." Le Zhi raised his head and met Nan Jia's gaze. The other party seemed to be jokingly laughing at him, which made him scratch the ends of his hair in embarrassment.

"You can call me if you can't sleep." He lowered his voice and said the four words "I'm here to coax you."

Only then did Song Yu restrain his prank, "Well, you go."

After loosening its paws, the cat carried it proudly and wagged its tail slowly.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Jia, who was wearing a mask, clicked lightly a few times, walked up to Le Zhishi with her hands behind her back, and deliberately approached him and asked, "Who are you kidding?"

Le Zhishi stuffed the phone into his pocket with a guilty conscience, put on the hoodie on the back of the sweater, "...my cat."

Nan Jia nodded meaningfully, "So it's the owner of the cat." She patted Le Zhishi on the back, and sighed, "It's really not easy, you have a master at a young age."

Le Zhishi also swiped the zipper up, dragged Nan Jia's arm and went downstairs, "Let's go get the medicine, senior."

·

The game is indeed not as simple as imagined.

Except for the time to attend classes and complete homework, Lezhishi is trying to catch up on the knowledge of fashion design. Although this is only an activity that most people think is the most important thing to participate in, some people even think it is a waste of time, but Lezhishi really wants to Finish.

At noon on Wednesday, they got together for another meeting. This time Nanjia told them a lot of information collected, such as the number of models needed for this competition is [-] to [-], and they can only be students of the school. It is not allowed to spend money to hire professional models; another example is the production of ready-made garments, which can be produced with the help of factories.

Neither news was good for them.Models require school students, which means that people with good foundations need to be robbed.Allowing foreign aid support means that Xu Lin of Xinchuan College can get the moon first.

There was even worse news. One of the invited judges for the final was a classmate of Xu Lin's mother, who had an unusual relationship.

"I think we are the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder." After the meeting, the few of them ate together, and moved slowly among the crowded crowd with the plate on Monday, "Even the models don't know if they can make it together."

Chen Pi took a sip of the hot soy milk he just bought, "Hey, please lower it a little bit. If someone is looking for a 1.8-meter one, we'll look for a [-]-meter one. Right, senior."

Nan Jia had a bad appetite, so she only ordered a porridge, and led them to find an empty long table, "It's okay, don't worry about the model, I'm a basketball manager, and I have the most long hands and feet."

"Wow." Chen Pi said exaggeratedly, "The basketball manager is too cool. I watched "Slam Dunk" when I was a child, and I was so fascinated by Akagi Haruko. Sister, there must be a lot of people chasing you on the basketball team."

Le Zhishi just stuffed a piece of watermelon into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and interjected, "It's not just the basketball team..."

Qu Zhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "So senior sister is single now and can accept pursuit."

Her short gray-blue hair was simply tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she was wearing a black baseball cap. The shadow on the brim of the hat made her eyes look deep.

"That's right." Le Zhishi didn't express much other meanings, nodded, and simply said a rather cruel sentence, "She is so single that she wants me to accompany her to see a doctor."

Nan Jia turned her head and glared at Le Zhishi, "So you really don't want to go with me, do you?" After a while, she deliberately made an expression of sudden realization, "Ah, yes, after all, I'm not as cute as a cat."

Le Zhishi almost choked on the watermelon and coughed for a long time.

Xiao Qi, who had been very quiet all this time, stared at Le Zhishi and Nan Jia with her big eyes, bit the tip of her chopsticks, and suddenly said in a low voice, "So you don't have that kind of relationship."

Nan Jia burst out laughing, "No, we are as close as siblings."

Everyone chatted and ate, but Nan Jia never ate too much porridge. When Le Zhi asked her if she wanted to eat her own rice, Nan Jia said she wanted some hot soup and got up to buy it, but Qu Zhi who was sitting opposite Standing up one step faster than her, "I'll go, can rice noodles be okay?" She picked up the meal card on the table.Le Zhishi observed that her fingers were also very long, her skin was very white, and her nails were trimmed short and clean.

"Ah, yes." Nanjia was a little embarrassed, "Why don't I go."

"If you are sick, you need to rest more." Qu Zhi stepped out of the seat. She has beautiful eyes and a heroic appearance. She doesn't have much expression when she speaks but keeps staring at Nan Jia's face. "Is there any taboo?"

"No." Nanjia also looked at her.

When I know something, I feel that I have sensed something again, which is very mysterious.

As soon as Qu Zhi walked away, several people at the law school heard exaggerated laughter not far away, approaching, and when Le Zhi raised his head, it turned out to be the newly-introduced Xu Lin.

He was still surrounded by stars and moons like the first time I saw him, but this time he didn't wear the exaggerated orange glasses, but he wore a very eye-catching red cardigan sweater, and his hairstyle was very well done pay attention to.Xu Lin also saw Le Zhishi almost immediately, and then led his followers towards this direction.

"Isn't that the kid from Xinchuan?" Chen Pi squinted his eyes, "Do any of you know him?"

"We met face to face." As soon as Le Zhishi finished speaking, Xu Lin sat down on their long table.

"Hi, mixed-race sweetheart." Xu Lin put his hands in his pockets, and greeted Le Zhishi in a flamboyant tone, "I specifically looked for the final list of your academy to see, you really made it, not bad."

His tone wasn't sincere, but it wasn't harsh to someone with a high threshold like Le Zhishi, so he nodded casually, "Yeah, what about you."

This rhetorical question seemed to poke Xu Lin's lungs, "No, is there something wrong with you, and you actually asked me?"

The people behind him also sneered in disbelief.

"This is just a polite question." Le Zhishi showed a nice smile, and stretched out a hand to Xu Lin very friendly.

Xu Lin was a little confused by his actions, and even leaned back, "What are you doing?"

Le Zhishi felt that he was stupid, so he grabbed his hand and shook it with himself, "This is also a courtesy. I am very happy to be your opponent."

Xu Lin began to ponder whether the happiness he said was genuine happiness or politeness. He thought this person was super strange, because he had such a beautiful face and such a good figure for nothing.He cleared his throat. "You better be really happy."

He didn't plan to stay here for dinner, so he stood up and looked down at Le Zhi with some pride, "Anyway, you will definitely lose badly."

The other people at the same table were not happy to hear him say such things, but Le Zhishi didn't care, he felt that being stepped down was the protagonist's treatment.

"However, if you repent and want to be a model, you can come and ask me." Xu Lin looked around awkwardly, but when he didn't look at Lezhi, "You should be able to get my WeChat account just by asking."

Lezhi couldn't help laughing.

"why are you laughing!"

"You are very interesting." Le Zhishi managed to stop laughing, "Really."

Xu Lin walked in a hurry, and when he turned around, he almost bumped into Qu Zhi who was holding the dinner plate. Qu Zhi was wearing a pair of Martin boots, almost taller than him, and had a strong aura.

"There's something wrong with the law school looking for models to do the design." He cursed in a low voice, and ran away unhappy.

Although Xu Lin's performance is very strange, everyone sitting here knows that he is indeed a strong opponent with strength and resources. It can be said that he is the champion of this competition. sink.

"My hunch is very good, it will definitely be smoother in the future." Le Zhishi said.

But this time, his good hunch went wrong again and again.

The draw for the theme of the finals was announced at [-]:[-] p.m. The announcement was very temporary, which conflicted with the elective courses for the freshman year of the law school.They could only rush over during the break, and they were the latest to go, leaving only one lottery. Although it was still random, it still felt a little bad.

The result of the lottery was Qu Zhi. She had a calm expression, but she didn't look very happy.

"Rain." She showed the note to others.

"Rain?" Le Zhishi didn't know if this was a good topic, so he took the initiative to inquire about other people in the lottery classroom. , and the others showed it to him quite easily.

Only then did he know that some colleges drew "Sea", while others drew "Future".And the Xinchuan Academy, which they were afraid of, was very lucky to get a fashionable and eye-catching theme like "Millennium".

Everyone who heard the news fell into a more depressed creative mood, and after drawing lots, they had to go back to the big lecture hall for classes until 09:30.

It was eleven o'clock after taking a shower, and Le Zhishi sat at the desk, turned on the computer, and tried to record some inspirations.After getting the theme, he can at least have a general direction of thinking.

Once the word rain appeared in his mind, all he imagined were some very concrete scenes, and almost all of them were related to Song Yu.The rainy days that he walked on his back when he was a child, the small shop where he hid from the rain, the transparent umbrella, the back that he leaned on during thunderstorms.

Rainy days breed many emotions.

Coincidentally, the phone lights up, and it is a special notification tone.Le Zhishi quickly turned on the phone and saw a message from Song Yu.

[Brother: I’ve been outside all day today, and I’m freezing. ]

He sent a photo of his frozen red hands.

Le Zhishi's heart twitched, the people in the dormitory were still forming a team to play games, so he immediately called back.

Song Yu's voice was still very steady. When he told Le Zhi, he was already under the quilt, but he couldn't sleep well.

"Then..." Le Zhishi hesitated for about five seconds, "Let me read to you."

Song Yu hummed, and then said, "If it's criminal law, forget it."

"Don't read those." Le Zhishi glanced at the books on the table, felt that there was no suitable option, then suddenly remembered something, squatted down, pulled out a box of things that he packed from home on his birthday, I rummaged inside and found a very old book, the cover was covered with yellowed anime stickers.

With a guilty conscience, he left the dormitory with the little notebook in his arms, went to the end of the corridor and squatted down, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and pointed it at the diary.There are very few people here, and there is no dormitory opposite, which will not disturb others.

He didn't know where the air was leaking, and Le Zhishi's ankles were a little cold, but he felt that this was nothing compared to Song Yu's suffering.

"What do you want to read?" Song Yu asked again.

"My diary." Le Zhishi turned over a page and found that there was no movement on the other end, feeling unhappy, "Aren't you excited? I brought this from home at your request. It's a third grader. It finally came in handy."

Song Yu smiled, "No, I was just a little surprised."

How could he think Le Zhishi was so serious.

Le Zhishi cleared his throat, found a short sentence and read it casually, "September 9th, the weather was rainy. Today I ate a chocolate-flavored ice cream, which was invited by my classmates, but my brother said that I can't eat it casually." It was given by others, so I was scared when I ate it."

As he read it, he wanted to laugh, but he held back and continued: "After I finished eating secretly, I waited for him at the door of my brother's classroom after school. But when he saw me, he was not happy, and asked me to eat again." What, how did he know. Then when I got home and looked in the mirror, I realized that my face was covered in chocolate."

Song Yu also smiled on the other end, with a very gentle tone, "Too stupid."

"Don't use your current eyes to talk about a third-grade elementary school student." Le Zhishi argued for himself very seriously, "The third grader doesn't know anything, okay?"

He turned to the next page, it was very short, only two sentences, and he subconsciously read the beginning, "September 9, the weather is fine..."

It came to an abrupt end, Song Yu waited patiently for a few seconds, but still did not wait for the next sentence, he couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"Then," Le Zhishi stared at the crooked line of words, stopped talking, and said honestly, "I don't want to say it."

"Do you want me to lose sleep all night?" Song Yu asked.

"Okay." Le Zhishi was not very happy to compromise, with a slightly angry tone, which fit the context of this line very well.

"Why do people in TV dramas have girlfriends? My brother doesn't want to have a girlfriend. Can't my brother only like me?"

After he finished speaking, he buried his head in his knees in despair, and the lights in the corridor turned on.

Song Yu laughed softly on the other end, his voice was low, but his tone floated, "Yes, third grade prophet."