The whole school is waiting for my confession

Jiang Qingyan came back after going out for a while.

Bai Juan struggled to get up, looking at the two identical bowls of preserved egg and lean pork porridge on the table, it was desolate as if Feng Shui was taking turns.

It's just that Jiang Qingyan's appetite is very good, and a small injury didn't affect his appetite, while Bai Juan on the opposite side put down the spoon after taking two bites.

Jiang Qingyan saw that he was listless, so she asked, "Why don't you go to the hospital."

Bai Juan shook his head hastily, he couldn't bear the smell of disinfectant in the hospital the most.

Jiang Qingyan took his temperature, only a little low fever.

"I'll just sleep in. I slept too late last night." Bai Juan was weak.

Jiang Qingyan said: "Then you can sleep again." This time he watched closely so that Bai Juan would stop kicking the quilt.

When Bai Juan woke up, the time jumped to the afternoon, and Jiang Qingyan was still sitting by the bed.

The cold has dulled Baijuan's five senses.

But even though Bai Juan's nose was very congested at this time, a strong fragrance from Jiang Qingyan's body continued to penetrate into Bai Juan's nose, and it smelled like a big chicken leg.

How can there be such a person who secretly eats delicious food while he is asleep.

Bai Juan directly expressed his displeasure through his sickness.

"What did you eat?"

In the kitchen, Jiang Qingyan warmed up the barbecue left in the refrigerator last night, feeling a little guilty at this moment, so she talked about him from left to right, and handed a bowl of black-yellow liquid with a strange smell to Bai Juan.

"Ginger soup, drink it while it's hot."

Not only do you eat alone, but you also want to murder me as a guinea pig?

Bai Juan refused: "Drink it yourself." He put the quilt over his head and got angry.

Bai Juan really wronged Jiang Qingyan this time, and Jiang Qingyan was very reliable when he didn't let himself go.

This time Jiang Qingyan followed the recipe honestly, double-checking every step. He also added some brown sugar in an appropriate amount, and he drank a bowl himself, feeling that the taste was not bad.

"Are you really not going to drink? It will make you feel better if you drink it."

"It's hard to drink, don't drink it."

"Delicious."

"It's hard to drink."

"Delicious."

The two of them bickered a few times like elementary school students, Jiang Qingyan changed her words: "I didn't cook it, I ordered takeaway."

Only then did Bai Juan take the bowl, and took a small sip of it suspiciously. After tasting the taste, it was really good, so he drank it down in one gulp.

Jiang Qingyan: ... just don't believe me.

It's just that Bai Juan immediately shrank back into the bed after drinking, and it seemed that his anger was still there.

Jiang Qingyan pulled the quilt twice, but couldn't figure out Bai Juan's temper, why was she angry?

...Could it be because illness disrupted the plan?

Jiang Qingyan patted a silkworm chrysalis: "It's okay, there's still time to go out later."

Bai Juan said in a muffled voice, "What are you going to do?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered that yesterday he himself mentioned that he was going to get his hair cut.

That's good, he didn't mention it himself, Jiang Qingyan delivered it to the door himself.

Bai Juan made up his sleep and was warmed by the ginger soup. At this time, he was in good spirits and got up immediately.

"Go!" He said to Jiang Qingyan.

The weather was getting colder day by day, Jiang Qingyan found a coat for Bai Juan from her closet, the padded jacket was very thick, the sleeves grew a whole length, it was wrapped so tightly that Bai Juan was airtight, it looked fat We weighed twenty catties.

Bai Juan's behavior became clumsy, but he was not the kind of person who wanted grace over warmth, so he tucked his hands into his sleeves contentedly.

But he wasn't, the other guy was.

Bai Juan was dressed in a black windbreaker, and he looked extraordinarily tall and chic, but he was cool as long as he was cool, but he didn't seem to be very smart.

Especially with the gauze on his hand, it further confirmed his identity as a fool.

Bai Juan asked, "Are you sure you want to go out like this?"

Jiang Qingyan asked back: "Do you think it's appropriate?"

Bai Juan also smelled the faint scent of Jiang Qingyan's perfume, he could smell it even with a stuffy nose, so he must have sprayed it quite a lot.

Bai Juan said, "It's fine if you're not cold."

Shaving your head is quite a ritual.

Speaking of which, Jiang Qingyan pushed open the door, was forced back a few steps by the cold wind, and immediately discovered something unusual—it was snowing outside.

Here is located in the south, snow is a rare event, the last time it snowed was two years ago.

The thin first snow has already accumulated a shallow layer on the grass, and the crystal snowflakes are flying all over the sky. His white tired eyes are shining, and he forgot the cold for a moment, and immediately stretched out his hand from his sleeve to catch it.

However, a snowflake fell on the reddened nose on his back faster than the palm, and Bai Juan shrank for a moment, but smiled.

Jiang Qingyan, who went back to the house to get the umbrella half a step behind, saw this scene, grabbed Bai Juan's collar and pulled it into the house.

"Don't skin."

Bai Juanxin withdrew his hand unwillingly, and now a few snowflakes had fallen on his palm, which had already melted into a cold drop of water.

"Snowing!"

Bai Juan pointed to the palm of his hand.

Jiang Qingyan responded indifferently: "Understood." He was so calm that he hardly looked like a southerner.

Jiang Qingyan handed him the mask, and then wiped the melted snow on Bai Juan's face with her hand.

"Is not It Cold?"

Bai Juan looked him up and down, and thought to himself, shouldn't I be the one who said that.

Although Jiang Qingyan's calmness greatly reduced Xuexue's joy, it did not prevent Bai Juan from still being immersed in excitement.

"It's snowing." Bai Juan muttered to himself, his voice muffled by the mask.

"Just so happy?" Jiang Qingyan's grandmother's family is in the north, and Jiang Qingyan was used to heavy snowfall when she was a child, so naturally she looked down on these little snowmen.

"I have the opportunity to take you to see real snow."

Bai Juan didn't take these words to heart, he felt that the snow falling on the toes of his shoes and on the umbrella flying all over the sky was already real snow.

At the intersection, they hailed a taxi.

The driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Qingyan looked at Bai Juan, who took off his mask and cap, and said, "The food court."

Jiang Qingyan: "?"

Bai Juan replied, "Eat first."

After getting out of the car, Jiang Qingyan seemed a little nervous. Seeing him shivering from the cold, Bai Juan reached out to take the umbrella.

Jiang Qingyan was much taller than him, and Bai Juan struggled a bit with his umbrella.

The city center is full of people coming and going on the streets. A first snow added a hazy filter to the city, making the whole city gentle and intimate.

Most of the streets are full of couples, putting their hands in each other's pockets, cuddling together and whispering.

Almost everyone is smiling.

The ground was covered with a layer of hoarfrost and made it slippery. Bai Juan held the umbrella with one hand, and quietly held Jiang Qingyan's clothes corner with the other, walking cautiously.

When crossing the road, Bai Juan was especially cautious, for fear that the sole of his foot would slip and cause a tragedy.Suddenly his hand became hot, and Jiang Qingyan stretched out her left hand to hold him firmly.

While feeling the heat of Jiang Qingyan's palm, Bai Juan felt strange: the weather is so cold, and he wears so little, why his body temperature is still so high.

After entering the food court, it was warm inside, so Bai Juan pulled out his hand.

All kinds of aromas are tangy, but after walking around, they are all greasy and spicy delicacies.

Bai Juan went into a noodle shop very dejectedly, and ordered the most vegetarian shredded pork noodles with vegetables.

Jiang Qingyan ordered chicken noodle soup.

After two steaming bowls of noodles came, the two discovered one thing, a very important thing.

Jiang Qingyan is obviously not left-handed, Jiang Qingyan can only use her left hand now, Jiang Qingyan can't eat noodles with a spoon.

Especially this one's face is weird and chewy, and it's hard to pinch.

All in all, Jiang Qingyan can't eat noodles independently now.

Bai Juan watched Jiang Qingyan's frozen movements, and said, "Otherwise, you can just drink the soup." After speaking, he snatched away the largest piece of chicken in Jiang Qingyan's bowl with lightning speed.

Jiang Qingyan: ...

He looked at Bai Juan, who was eating happily, and really drank the soup silently.

It should be to promote before suppressing, he said to himself.

Bai Juan ate two mouthfuls and couldn't bear to see Jiang Qingyan eating the soup pitifully.

So Bai Juan picked up Jiang Qingyan's chopsticks, held a large chopsticks for him and handed it to his mouth.

Jiang Qingyan opened his mouth to swallow, maybe because he ate too quickly, he choked, coughed earth-shatteringly, and his face was red.

This is really embarrassing.

When he finally calmed down, Bai Juan continued to sandwich Jiang Qingyan, and a strange emotion appeared in his heart for no reason-this emotion was very strange, if he insisted on describing it, he felt that he seemed to be taking care of the fool at this moment. disabled brother.

Bai Juan didn't know why he felt this way, he knew he had no brothers.

But Jiang Qingyan... is indeed a bit like a stupid and disabled person.

It took almost an hour to finish a meal.

Bai Juan didn't delay, and immediately wanted to take Jiang Qingyan to do business.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

Jiang Qingyan suppressed her excitement.

"Just as you guessed it."

Bai Juan took Jiang Qingyan around the shopping mall upstairs several times before finding the storefront.

"It's here."

Jiang Qingyan stopped at the door of the barbershop and asked suspiciously, "Do you want to cut your hair?"

Bai Juan: "No, it's you."

Jiang Qingyan: "Wait... you just want to bring me to cut my hair?"

Bai Juan: "Yes."

"Are you sure you have thought it through, and this opportunity will be used for this?"

Bai Juan's hard heart: "You don't regret it, do you? As I said, there is no room for regret."

Jiang Qingyan confirmed it again without giving up: "The opportunity is so rare, is this really the way to use it?"

Bai Juan: "Is it hard to come by? Isn't it easy to win you?"

Jiang Qingyan: ...

Teacher Tony in the house saw the two at the door, and enthusiastically took the initiative to invite customers.

"Wow, two handsome guys! Do you want a perm?"

Bai Juan walked in and said, "No need."

"Then why don't you dye your hair? Brother, you must look good if you dye your hair red."

Bai Juan continued to refuse: "No need. You can cut his hair, just cut it like that—"

He pointed casually to the door.

Jiang Qingyan and the barber followed his movements while looking at the uncle from the milk tea shop next door who passed by the door.

The uncle's bald and short-cut head is not very cold-resistant in the cold weather.

Jiang Qingyan slowly shifted her gaze to Bai Juan with an expression of disbelief, and shook her head lightly and slowly, as if to say "give me a way out".

The barber was also a little hesitant: "My brother is so handsome, it's a pity to cut this hair. Our store is holding an event, [-]% off for dyeing and perming, and you can get [-]% off together!"

Bai Juan patted Jiang Qingyan's shoulder and said involuntarily, "Just cut that, it looks good."

The owner of the milk tea shop next door will definitely give Bai Juan a discount after hearing this.