I am straight!

There are golden silk threads embroidered on the corners and the like—it really is a vulgar academy, how much do you guys like gold...

As for the school uniforms of the girls in the school... Sorry, I have never looked at them carefully, but I vaguely remember that they are also black. In short, the designs of these school uniforms were all designed by the former students of the academy, and a famous clothing company was hired to make them.

...Fortunately, there is no need for money, otherwise this school uniform would be enough for my living expenses for a year.

…… Should I feel the generosity of the school?Or should we curse the wicked rich?

I left the room, spread it out on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV and watched it for a while, and went to the dining room around the time - as for the roommate who lived with me... still sleeping.

There are very few people in the restaurant, or in other words, there are very few students in the restaurant.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of staff on the ship. For students like me, there are only a dozen or so in total.

... Well, anyway, this is a restaurant for common people. It is natural for the rich men to dismiss it. It is better if there are fewer people. No one will fight with me.

I recalled the grand occasion in the school cafeteria when I was in high school, and I couldn't help but sigh, the master is lonely, I am a majestic cook, and I will never find a chance to show off my talents...

So I queued up for dinner.

I have to say that even the free canteen is better than what I eat at home.

Two meat and two vegetables plus a bowl of soup, and there are dishes from various countries, you can choose.

However, I personally still prefer to pay attention to the Chinese food that is "good when you are full". After all, no matter how delicious the food is, if you don't fill your stomach, it is still scum.

When I was about to go back to the room after eating, I remembered the roommate who slept in the bedroom as if he was dead.

... Take something back home, that person should be hungry when he wakes up.

I scratched my head, lined up again, bought a meal and brought it back—damn, even the quality of the lunch box is so good!

Returning to the room following the route I remembered, I shivered immediately after entering the room—the air conditioner in the room seemed to be turned on even more.

I shrink my neck, put the lunch box on the table, and start looking for the remote control of the air conditioner.

No, I turned over the whole living room and couldn't find the remote control.

...Forget it, let's call the roommates up for dinner first, they will starve.

I knock on the door.

……no response.

Keep knocking.

...still no response.

Knock again!

...still no response.

……… You won’t die inside, right? !

I quickly opened the door - I wiped it, it was colder than the living room inside!

The sharp-eyed one found the remote control of the air conditioner by the bedside, and took a look at... Fourteen degrees.

...... My roommate is not from Eskimo, is it?After all, elites from all over the world will enter this academy, there is this possibility.

I hesitated for a moment, and went up to pat my roommate who was sleeping soundly with his head covered.

"Wake up?"

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Wake up!"

"you……"

The man moved suddenly, and then stopped moving. He groaned a little, and muttered something, but it was too vague for me to hear.

"What did you say?"

"%￥#..."

"what?"

"...Hot......Hot..." I tried hard to identify, and finally with my low level of English, I could hear him shouting "Hot" - he used English with a pure Cockney accent.

"Oh...it's hot..." It's fourteen degrees and you're still hot?

I was a little slow to react, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly took off the quilt covering his head—to be honest, I thought that my roommate might be a handsome guy, or an ugly guy, but I didn't expect... It's such a beautiful......... Zhengtai.

I have never seen such a beautiful child as him, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, soft hair, like pure black dyed with the best ink, eyelids are tightly closed, the pupils cannot be seen, but the eyelashes It looks like a crescent moon is hanging on it, and the skin color is as fair as milk, but at the moment it is probably related to illness, there is an abnormal layer of blush, cold sweat is all over the head, and even the exhaled breath is hot.

I didn't have time to wonder, I reached out and touched his sweaty forehead.

...I have a fever, and the fever is not low.

I hastily turned off the air conditioner in the whole room, opened the windows to let in the air, and then went back to my room to find a thermometer, antipyretics, and a bottle of alcohol.

Use a thermometer to measure, 38 degrees [-].

First help him take antipyretics with warm water—fortunately, although he has a vague fever, he can still swallow.

I took off his clothes and wiped his body with alcohol - I decided that if he didn't take some temperature within three hours, I would send him to see the doctor on board.

But having said that, his skin is really good, tender and smooth to the touch, children are more supple than older people.

It wasn't until one or two hours later that my hands were so sore that I stopped to take his temperature again—38 degrees [-].

...seems to be useful.

I helped him change into clean clothes, moved the quilt out of my room, and covered him tightly. As for his pajamas, which were soaked in cold sweat, I just washed them briefly and hung them in the living room. Back in the room, I simply found a book and sat on the carpet beside the bed, so as to observe his reaction at any time.

The little ghost is much better than before, much calmer, but occasionally he still screams hot, so I have to help him change the towel on his forehead to cool down again and again.

This kid was probably having a nightmare, sleeping a little unsteadily, and was mumbling something vaguely, but with my English level, I couldn't understand it.

I had no choice but to reach into his bed, hold his hand, and draw circles in his palm.

My mother said that such small actions can make people feel at ease.

He seemed to feel it, pursed his lips, grabbed my fingers, and seemed to be much more stable.

I don't think I've ever been so kind in my life.

But... who made this kid so pleasing to my eyes like my brother.

I have a younger brother who is bigger than the kid in front of me. He is not as good-looking as the kid, and he is not an elite. I do not love him who loves him.

As for this kid named An Busha...he looks very similar to my younger brother when he is sick. He would cover his head under the quilt and call him hot, so he couldn't help taking care of him the same way he would take care of his younger brother.

After working like this until midnight, the kid finally had a fever.

Damn... I'm exhausted... Sitting on the ground all the time made my back ache, and the hand he grabbed was still a little numb. I carefully withdrew my hand, stood up in pain, stretched, and yawned .

Before returning to the room, I stared hard at the kid's sleeping face.

The abnormal blush on his cheeks has disappeared, and his white and clean appearance looks a little indifferent. The thin bright red lips are pursed into a slit, looking very serious... It is not at all like what a thirteen or fourteen year old child should have. look.

...But a freshman who boarded this ship at the age of thirteen or fourteen and became an elite academy... I guess he is a little genius.

A genius... always has to work harder than ordinary people - because his starting point is higher than others, so the goals he must achieve will also be higher than others.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the little ghost frowning. I don't know what kind of dream it was, and I felt uncomfortable when I fell asleep.

I stretched out my hand and gently kneaded the kid's frown - such a beautiful brow peak, it's not cute to frown.

It wasn't until the little ghost stopped frowning that I touched his forehead that finally retreated from the temperature, and whispered good night as softly as possible: "Sleep well, little ghost...we will introduce each other tomorrow, as for today...let's say good night first."

I left a bedside lamp for the little ghost, and I closed the door lightly, making the room quiet.

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3. Twins...

The next morning I was woken up by my phone's alarm.

The first few minutes of waking up I was wondering why the ceiling in my house had changed, and the last few minutes I finally remembered that I was on a cruise ship going to college, and there was a kid next door with a high fever.

Quickly got up and rushed to the next door.

——The kid was sleeping soundly.

His cheeks were a little more bloody than last night, but he looked more serious for some reason, not pleasant at all.

Children... you should smile happily...

Reach out and touch his forehead.

Fortunately, it didn't burn again.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was thinking about what to eat for a sick person with a fever, when I saw the kid calmly open his eyes.

...I feel like for a split second, even time has almost stopped.

I have never seen such beautiful eyes.

Such a bright emerald color, like jade, does not have the gentle luster of jade, but is dazzling like a diamond, showing off its luster and brilliance arrogantly, as if swearing to me—I am here, no one can ignore it I.

I have to admit that this kid is not a normal presence. If he stands in the crowd, he must be the first thing he sees.

The kid looked at me for a while, with a strange expression on his face, and finally frowned slightly, and pushed my hand away from his forehead.

"Were you taking care of me last night?"

He spoke Chinese, probably so that I could understand.

But I was dissatisfied with his attitude, and deliberately reached out to touch his head. He was angry, and his emerald eyes stared at me, as if he was breathing fire—because his hair, which was originally soft and smooth, was messed up by me.

I was finally satisfied, and smiled: "Who else would it be if I wasn't me, do you see anyone else in this room?"

He didn't seem to like my answer, so he snorted coldly after a while: "Thank you."

"...and then?" That's it?

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