After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

Her face was messed up, and even the picture of her standing up and saying "I confessed to Baekhyun" is still vivid in my memory as she raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp.

The curve of her neck, the fingers holding the wine glass, and the familiar tone of voice and eyes still showed indifference, but she said something to help him.

He shouldn't have come to the class reunion. The classmates were no longer the classmates they used to be. Things are different and people have different interests. He should have avoided it carefully.

However, his instinct told him that she would come.

why.

He doesn't know anything about her, obviously this is a very dangerous thing, but he is very grateful to her, very grateful, because——

She didn't let him do multiple choice questions.

He has a fever

Nights in Seoul are busy and noisy.

A tall department store—a pharmacy on the first floor—a red gas station—a lot of residential buildings—a residential building in another district—

White, light, black, dark, squares, lines.

Some vertigo.

Outside the car window, buildings, green plants and street lights passed by in a flash, and the afterimages were blurred, stretched into red, green, green, wide and narrow long color blocks, and then suddenly cut off by black, with two white lights above the head——the lights on the top of the cave. The sound of walking is dull and regular like the breathing sound of a cave.

After entering the cave, after about three breaths, Qianqian put her hands on the steering wheel and said without looking sideways: "You must still like him, not once but still like him, right?"

The woman sitting on her left closed her eyes and seemed to be resting her mind. The understated shadow under her eyes made her tired and calm.

"It stands to reason," came the woman's voice, light and indifferent, "yes."

"What kind of strange words do you use?" Qian Qian sneered, "Yeah, if you like it, you just like it. In order to prevent Bian Boxian from drinking, you actually admitted that you confessed in front of everyone. Hey, Lu Yuxiao, it's yours." .”

She clicked her tongue twice: "Why didn't I know you were so brave, you were going to show half of your aura at the table today, and Baekhyun over there has already been in your hands."

Did the alcohol have any effect? ​​Jian Wuyu pressed his temples lightly and replied, "Really."

"I don't know what you like about him. He's smart? Can he talk? Yeah," Qianqian glanced at Jian Wuyu slightly, seeing that she didn't take her words to heart at all, and sighed, "You also saw how he can eat well Alright."

"I saw it." Jian Wuyu supported his forehead and said calmly, "His value is very high, and the students want to benefit from him, so there will be the situation of today's class reunion."

"I'm talking about women. He's very good at women." Qian Qian patted the steering wheel and frowned, "It looks like the kind of man who is good at playing games with women. If you play with him, you can , If you play for real, don’t, you will lose nothing.”

Suddenly out of the cave, light brown night light fell in, dispelling the darkness.

Jian Wuyu closed her eyes uncomfortably, her voice was hoarse and tired: "Bian Boxian won't play games with me, we don't have time."

She reached into her bag, fingertips touching the slightly rough surface of the photo.

Hearing Jian Wuyu's answer, Qianqian laughed slightly mockingly. She knew the world, so she naturally knew about the love between men and women.

"No time? I think he really wants to play with you," she said. "The way he looks at you on the table is unusual, as if you two knew each other very well before."

Jian Wuyu replied calmly: "As an artist, his affectionate eyes for everyone is just an occupational disease."

"That's right, if you want to get money from women's pockets, you really need to learn how to please women." Qian Qian turned the steering wheel and said, "But why is he doing this to you? Why, is he trying to get money from you? "

"He's rich enough," Jian Wuyu shook his head, "There's no need."

"What's the matter, seeing your color?"

Jian Wuyu ignored Qianqian's suspicion, and her eyes slowly drifted out of the window. Through the endless lights, her thoughts also became misty, and she slowly recalled the appearance of Bian Boxian, with black and white eyes, delicate and beautiful. The contours, clean eyebrows.

He smelled of dew, and he walked with a cool breeze, and when he stood up, his smile was bright and brisk, retaining the greatest sense of youth.

Smart and good looking people are dangerous.Jian Wuyu knew about it very early on.

"Don't be fooled by this kid, if you don't even know what he wants, then don't get close to him." Qian Qian frowned, "You can't play with him."

Jian Wuyu nodded, pulled the photo out of the bag slightly with his fingers, lowered his head, looked at the young and handsome face on it inexplicably, and curled the corners of his mouth silently.

When Bian Baekhyun handed her the photo, the sudden affection and tenderness, the hesitation and cautiousness in the clear eyes, all had the intention to let her notice.

For a person with such good acting skills, the usual indifferent and dark eyes suddenly had emotions. Naturally, it was only because he wanted to use that emotion to achieve a certain purpose, just like acting. In reality, he wanted to use her heart.

Being cheated is enough respect, but unfortunately Jian Wuyu is not a qualified audience, she was not cheated and did not respect Bian Baekhyun's superb acting skills.

But it doesn't matter.

She promised not to let him do the multiple-choice questions, but she just thought it was a little funny, laughing that she had become a homeless person and cared about other people's lives.

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"Ah, you kid!" Che Zaizhi managed to get through to Bian Baekhyun's phone, and his emotions exploded into a torrent at the very second of the call, "What's the situation with you now, you dare to run around?! You don't know what the police say, kid!" Didn't listen to-"

Bian Baekhyun half drooped his eyelids, listening to the roar coming from the phone, he closed his eyes, hid his hands in the soft quilt, and buried half of his face in the pillow cover again.

"I have someone to meet." His voice was hoarse.

Listening to the perfunctory and sloppy voice, and keenly aware of the change in the other party's voice, Che Zai said straightly, "Listen to your voice, have you been drinking?!"

The person on the other side didn't speak, but there was a slight throat clearing sound, and after a few seconds, a few seconds later, there was the sound of slow breathing—the man fell asleep.

"Yeah - no, you -"

"wise man."

"wise man!"

"Bian Baekhyun!"

Che Zaizhi took a deep breath, walked out of the tea room slowly, and smiled at the colleagues who were looking around, pretending to be safe and sound.

He knew Bian Baekhyun well, if he really fell asleep, he would never make this sleeping-like breathing sound.

Baekhyun is pretending to sleep for him.

The room was still dark.

Baekhyun's eyelids trembled constantly, even his eyelashes trembled, he buried his head in the quilt, hiding his panting and convulsions in the sultry cotton wool.

He couldn't make a sound, never could.

Someone opened the door of the room and turned on the light, which made Baekhyun close his eyes suddenly. The person walked to his bedside with steady footsteps and picked up his mobile phone.

"He's dead." It was a woman's voice.

As if he had been pardoned, Bian Baekhyun's suppressed breathing suddenly became rapid. Accompanied by the violent panting after suppressing a cough, he slightly rolled up his trembling fingers and pulled the quilt, and slowly lifted his eyelids.

The sight in front of him was blurred by physiological tears, his hot breath hit the quilt and slapped his own cheek, hot, but he could still feel that the other party's scrutiny was not affected by his current weakness soften.

The woman just reached out: "The thermometer."

Bian Baekhyun's whole body was as soft as water, he wanted to vomit, and felt dizzy, he vaguely followed the woman's instructions and pulled out the thermometer, his fingertips were too soft to support the light glass tube.

The woman caught it calmly, and when the fingertips touched, the icy temperature of the fingertips made Bian Baekhyun shiver a little, but also a little greedy.

"You have a fever." The woman touched the scorching thermometer, frowned, carefully looked at the scale on the mercury, and said, "38.4 degrees Celsius. Do you need me to call you a doctor?"

"No," his voice was already hoarse like wind blowing through a broken window, "I can't go to the hospital—"

The woman looked down at him: "Afraid that the news will make fans worry?"

She smiled softly: "Bian Baekhyun, you love your fans as always. But even so, this is not a reason for you to contact me and let me come to your house. I have no obligation to take care of you, Baekhyun."

"My job is full-time, and now I'm taking leave to take care of you," the woman approached, her voice clearer, "My full attendance award for this month is lost because of you, if you can't give me a worthy enough reason, I will leave immediately .”

Bian Baekhyun exposed his head a bit and took a breath. He thought his fair face was already flushed, and sweat was densely covered from his forehead to his chin, but even so, he was still tightly wrapped in the quilt as if it was very cold. It's bloodshot.

"The reason is that the only one I can trust now is you," he said intermittently, panting with difficulty, "I, tonight's schedule is a fan meeting, I have to meet them—"

"It's a very conscientious reason, your boss will be very pleased, Bian Boxian," Jian Wuyu said flatly, "but it has nothing to do with me."

Since being contacted by Bian Boxian an hour ago and told "If you don't come, I'm going to die", Jian Wuyu saw Bian Boxian lying on the bed with a blushing face, and knew that she had been cheated.

I have never heard that fever is a terminal illness that will kill people if she does not come.

"No," Bian Boxian stared at Jian Wuyu with blurred vision, evoking a pale and strange smile, "You must come, because I must go to the meeting, so only you can take care of me, the others no."

The light in his eyes was very stubborn, but his tone was helpless and almost gentle: "The company and family members are afraid that I will have an accident, and have already canceled many of my trips - if they know that I am sick, this will give them uneasy