The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Zhuo Qian knew that Shen Jialan had anorexia, but he didn't expect that Shen Jialan's illness was so serious that he couldn't even eat a normal breakfast.

But this has nothing to do with him, it would be a pity if Shen Jialan threw away that breakfast.

Seeing Zhuo Qian staring straight at the food in front of him, Shen Jialan sighed regretfully, so he guessed what this person was thinking.

He pushed the plate forward: "You eat for me."

"Ah?" Zhuo Qian showed surprise, "Have you stopped eating?"

Although Zhuo Qian said so, his hand reaching for the dinner plate was unambiguous at all, and he moved all three dinner plates in front of him in a few seconds.

Shen Jialan still supported his chin with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the steaming milk and put it in front of Zhuo Qian.

Afterwards, he turned to the young lady who picked Zhuo Qian up in the morning and said, "Xiaoyan, please make me a cup of coffee."

Shen Yan hesitated: "Brother Jialan, drinking coffee on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for your health."

Shen Jialan said, "It's okay."

Hearing this, Shen Yan couldn't continue persuading him, so he could only respond, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Immediately, only Zhuo Qian and Shen Jialan were left in the restaurant.

Shen Jialan didn't want to eat breakfast, but he didn't intend to leave either. He sat up straight, leaned back slightly, and put his right hand on the back of the empty chair next to him. His slender legs were crossed, and his sitting posture was quite casual.

Zhuo Qian felt that Shen Jialan's eyes fell on him after eating halfway, and then he never looked away.

He ate fairly easily at first, but later he became more and more stressed, and a layer of cold sweat gradually oozed from his forehead.

Soon, he finally couldn't bear the pressure, and silently put down the knife and fork.

"Why don't you eat?" Shen Jialan asked suddenly.

Zhuo Qian quietly raised his eyes to look at Shen Jialan, and found that Shen Jialan was also staring at him without blinking.

Shen Jialan's skin was very fair, which made his eyes extremely black. His black eyes were always full of unfriendly emotions before, but at this moment, there was only pure confusion inside.

Zhuo Qian originally wanted to say that he was full, but when he noticed the light in Shen Jialan's eyes, the words circled around his mouth, and the meaning changed when he said it: "I just choked, take a rest." a little while."

"So have you rested?"

"Have a rest."

Shen Jialan gestured: "Go ahead and eat."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Is Shen Jialan acting as if he is watching the live broadcast?

But just eat, it's not a bad thing for him to eat more, but Shen Jialan keeps staring at him like this, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Not long after, Shen Lian brought over a few slices of toast spread with sauce, along with the coffee that Shen Jialan wanted.

Zhuo Qian took a bite of the toast covered with peanut butter, almost bubbling with happiness.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison. Compared with this piece of toast, the biscuits and bagged bread he eats every morning are really hard to swallow.

Shen Jialan watched Zhuo Qian finish eating a piece of toast in two or three bites, endured and endured, but still couldn't help asking: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Zhuo Qian asked, "Do you want to eat? I haven't touched the rest."

Shen Jialan immediately turned his head away and expressed his rejection with actions.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip.

The familiar bitter taste instantly climbed up the tip of the tongue, and soon spread throughout the entire mouth - this is the taste he is used to.

After breakfast, Zhuo Qian followed Shen Jialan to the study.

Zhuo Qian thought that Shen Jialan was going to let him go to class, so he wanted to take out the textbook from his backpack, but Shen Jialan took the first step to pull out a book from the shelf, then sat on the recliner near the French window, opened the page where the bookmark was, Read a book quietly.

Zhuo Qian, who was holding the backpack, froze on the spot, seeing Shen Jialan's peaceful appearance, he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he tentatively said, "Student Shen Jialan, are we still in class?"

Shen Jialan turned a page of the book without even raising his eyelids, and said lazily, "Do you think I need to be tutored by you?"

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Well, let a person from the bottom of the grade tutor a person in the top five of the grade, and he will laugh out loud when he hears it as a bystander.

But Zhuo Qian who got this answer was very puzzled, he scratched his hair vigorously: "Then what did you ask me to come over early in the morning?"

"You don't need to do anything." Shen Jialan said calmly, "Just sit down."

Depressedly, Zhuo Qian found a seat not too far from Shen Jialan and sat down. He had nothing to do, and seeing Shen Jialan ignored his intentions, he could only dig out the information books and pens and continue to do the following exercises.

After finishing the three big questions in one go, he suddenly straightened out his thoughts.

No wonder Shen Jialan asked him to come here because he wanted to return him a favor!

Shen Jialan and Zheng Shan had a conflict last weekend. Zheng Shan wanted to smash Shen Jialan with a vase, but without knowing it, he accidentally helped Shen Jialan block it. Although he was kicked away by Shen Jialan later, Shen Jialan always remembered this incident...

Oh, right

At that time, Shen Jialan gave him a mobile phone to offset the favor, but he didn't dare to accept it, so he refused, and just casually asked Shen Jialan to help him find a part-time tutor.

No matter what, he never thought that Shen Jialan would have such a coquettish operation.

And he really didn't want to help Shen Jialan block that attack, it was just a beautiful misunderstanding.

Zhuo Qian gripped the pen tightly, and then slowly let go.

He struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

It's better not to explain to Shen Jialan, let Shen Jialan misunderstand like this, maybe in the future when Shen Jialan wants to deal with him, he will let him go on that matter.

After Zhuo Qian thought about these things clearly, he was finally able to focus on the questions.

Zhuo Qian was always focused when he was studying. When he woke up from the immersion, the clock on the wall had passed an hour, and then looked at Shen Jialan. He was surprised to find that this guy changed from sitting to lying down at some point, with his hands in his hands. The books in the book also turned into a mobile phone——or a horizontal mobile phone.

Shen Jialan wore airpods, probably watching a video or TV series.

I saw him frowning, with a serious expression, and he was engrossed in watching, as if every second of his emotions were mobilized by the content on the phone.

Zhuo Qian: "..."

He wanted to ask Shen Jialan if he wanted to study together, but he swallowed the words after thinking about it.

After studying the questions for another half an hour, Zhuo Qian kept arching his back. After sitting for a long time, he felt back pain. He put down the pen, rubbed his sore waist, subconsciously looked at Shen Jialan, and found that Shen Jialan took out a switch out of nowhere. Concentrating on playing the game.

Zhuo Qian hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Student Shen Jialan, has your teacher assigned homework? Do you want to do the homework with me?"

Shen Jialan refused without thinking: "No."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Well, he can only fight alone.

Zhuo Qian replaced the mathematics information book with the physics information book, and continued to study the questions. After another half an hour, when he raised his head, Shen Jialan had curled up on the recliner and fell asleep. He had messed up books, mobile phones and switches. set aside.

Shen Jialan seemed to be very insecure when he fell asleep. He folded his arms and buried his face between them as much as possible, but he still showed a pair of closed eyes, with thick long eyelashes trembling uncomfortably. have nightmares.

Zhuo Qian pursed his lips helplessly, put down the information book and pen, and walked out of the study lightly.

As soon as the door was closed, she saw Shen Lian walking over with a tray containing snacks and orange juice.

"Aunt Shen." Zhuo Qian said softly, "Shen Jialan is asleep, do you have a blanket?"

"Yes." Shen Lian originally wanted to go back to Shen Jialan's bedroom to get a blanket, but she still had something in her hand, so she could only tell Zhuo Qian that the blanket was placed on the sofa in Shen Jialan's bedroom.

Zhuo Qian took the blanket, Shen Lian also put the things in her hands into the study, she waited for Zhuo Qian outside the door, looked at the blanket on Zhuo Qian's arm, but she didn't mean to take the blanket, but smiled Then he said to Zhuo Qian, "Please take care of Jia Lan."

Zhuo Qian shook his head: "No trouble."

Shen Lian asked: "Are you and Jia Lan in the same class?"

"No." Zhuo Qian was a little embarrassed, "Shen Jialan is in Class 1, and I am in Class 6."

Shen Jialan is in the best class, and he is in the worst class. As the person who takes care of Shen Jialan's daily life, Shen Lian should understand the huge difference between these two classes.

Sure enough, Shen Lian was stunned for a moment after hearing this answer, but she quickly came to her senses and patted Zhuo Qian's shoulder with a smile: "In the future, I will come here to play when I have free time. Auntie will make cakes and biscuits, waiting for you Next time I come, Auntie will make cakes and biscuits for you."

It's a pity that Zhuo Qian didn't want to have another time, this time he left, he just wanted to sit all night... oh no, he escaped with the train on his shoulders.

But he thought so, but he couldn't say that. He scratched his head and tried to politely refuse: "That's too embarrassing. I will definitely disturb you if I come over. I can meet Shen Jialan and I at school."

"Don't bother me." Shen Lian smiled, "Jialan's parents are busy, and they can't see them once a year. Apart from Jialan, there are only me and my daughter Shen Yan in this family. Jialan usually lives at school. Living in such a big house, today you are here, there are a little more voices in this house."

Shen Lian had already talked about this point, Zhuo Qian couldn't refuse anymore, he forced a smile and said he would come again when he was free.

As for when it will be available, it is unknown.

After chatting with Shen Lian, Zhuo Qian returned to the study, Shen Jialan was still awake.

Zhuo Qian lightly opened the blanket, put it on Shen Jialan's body, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Shen Jialan grabbed his wrist unexpectedly.

Shen Jialan's strength was so great that it hurt Zhuo Qian a little bit.

Zhuo Qian was startled, and subconsciously withdrew his hand, but Shen Jialan's grip was too tight, he couldn't pull it back at all, he thought Shen Jialan had woken up, and just wanted to explain, only to find that Shen Jialan half-closed his eyelids, with a confused expression, like Is still dreaming.

"Shen Jialan?"

Shen Jialan hummed as if feeling something, he raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Qian, but his empty eyes seemed to look at another person through Zhuo Qian, he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, the cell phone you gave me is gone again. It was trampled by him, and I wanted to protect it, but I couldn't."

"Ah?" Zhuo Qian was confused, "Mobile phone? What mobile phone?"

Could it be the phone that Shen Jialan took to the after-sales repair shop for repairs last weekend?

Shen Jialan didn't answer Zhuo Qian's question, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.