Xueba, wake up

Lao Zheng stood on the podium, his mouth moved, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

I wanted to ask Yan Sheng next to me, but when I turned around, it was empty.

There was no table in front of him, so He Zhonghe pulled the stool and tried to sit forward.

He opened his eyes hard and still couldn't see or hear clearly. The people around him were clearly listening to Lao Zheng's speech, but he couldn't hear clearly even though he tried his best. He could only pretend to be like everyone else and look at Lao Zheng.

There was a lot of noise outside the classroom, and it sounded like they didn't know which class was temporarily on vacation.

Desperately straining his ears, He Zhonghe stirred the scripture-like words from Old Zheng's paste, and heard a few words clearly.

It seems that they are explaining the questions to them, or the original questions of this year's college entrance examination.

He Zhonghe was startled, and hurriedly sat forward again covered in cold sweat.

I couldn't hear Lao Zheng's words clearly, and couldn't read what he wrote on the blackboard.

I was so anxious that I was sweating, but my body became more and more dull, and my senses became more and more dull.

Old Zheng opened the whiteboard and put the photos he took on the original questions of the college entrance examination.

In the photo is a vague Du Lanzhen.

Du Lanzhen suddenly became clear, her face was full of anger and tension, her eyes changed, and she raised her finger nervously: "You can't go."

Old Zheng pulled up the whiteboard: "Let's finish memorizing everything."

"No!" He Zhonghe shouted quickly, but couldn't make a sound.

As soon as the picture changed, he was standing on an unfamiliar playground surrounded by a group of strangers.

"Freshman managers come here to gather—" someone shouted with a loudspeaker in the distance.

Some people who were crowded ran over immediately.

"Freshman Wenchuan come here to gather—" Someone shouted again, and some people left.

Shouting until the end, only He Zhonghe was left in the middle of the densely packed playground.

He asked passers-by blankly: "Where are the people from the outer court meeting?"

"Our school doesn't have an outer courtyard." The stranger who couldn't see his face said so.

He Zhonghe suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

A banner was drawn on the rostrum, which read the [-]th anniversary of the founding of Huitan College.

For a moment, it was like falling into an ice cave, and the tinnitus was buzzing.

I opened the phone to find Yansheng's chat message dialog box, but I couldn't find it, and I couldn't see the screen when I made a call. My whole body seemed to be wrapped in a thin film.

When I looked up again, there was no one on the playground.

Panic, chest tightness.

Can't breathe.

"Yansheng—" he shouted in panic, but still couldn't make a sound.

"Yan Sheng——!"

Yan Sheng squatted in front of the sofa, watching He Zhonghe's chest heaving violently, frowning, sweat dripping from his forehead.

He changed the ice pack on He Zhonghe's forehead, pressed the ice pack and called him: "He Zhonghe?"

He Zhonghe didn't wake up, he was still frowning, and muttered something quickly, which was indistinct.

Yan Sheng didn't know whether to wake him up, sat on the edge of the sofa, pressed the ice pack with one hand, and ran it up and down his arm with the other.

He Zhonghe's voice was a little louder, and he grunted again.

"Huh?" He leaned forward.

"Yansheng..."

Yan Sheng paused, took He Zhonghe's hand and squeezed it: "Here."

This squeeze finally woke him up, and he opened his eyes very suddenly, the eyeballs were red and bloodshot.

The panting has not yet subsided, and he looked at Yan Sheng with helplessness in his eyes.

"What's the matter, baby?" Yan Sheng asked softly along his shoebrush-like apple head, "Did you have a nightmare?"

He Zhonghe pulled his hand away from his head, first reached out and pinched Yansheng's face, then Gu Lu sat up all of a sudden, the ice pack slipped into his clothes and his throat was icy.

Yan Sheng watched him gasp while taking out the ice pack from under his clothes.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe sat holding the ice pack for a while, then turned his head, touched Yan Sheng's face, and pinched him.

"Dreaming." He said.

"Pinch my face after dreaming?" Yan Sheng covered his cheeks.

"Let's see if it's true." He Zhonghe lay down again with a bang, "I lost everything in my dream."

"I lost everything?" Yan Sheng couldn't imagine what the dream was about from this refined and abstract summary.

"That's right, all my classmates and friends are lost, my mother is lost, S University is lost, you are lost, and the original questions of the college entrance examination are also lost..." He Zhonghe said in a daze, "Old Zheng has gone through the questions. Let me think about it. What's the matter with the original questions of the college entrance examination, there are four readings in the English test..."

"When will the four readings not be tested in English?" Yan Sheng smiled helplessly.

"I'm exhausted from this dream, and my whole body hurts." He Zhonghe rubbed his face, "What time is it?"

"10:30." Yan Sheng said, "Shi Yujie was yelled at by his father on the phone."

"Fuck, it's 10:30..." He Zhonghe felt sorry for himself, and it was more than half of the rest, and he sat up with his body upright. Before falling asleep, he was indeed eating hot pot with Shi Yujie. This sleep seemed to be in a coma...

"I didn't tell my aunt that you had a cold. I'll leave when she comes back." Yan Sheng said.

"She won't come back tonight." He Zhonghe said.

"Lie down." Yan Sheng pressed his chest and pushed him down, "Take the medicine in a while, Qingrejiedu Granules and Tylenol, is it the same as the medicine you usually take?"

"I've eaten before, so I shouldn't rush." ​​He Zhonghe closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, grabbed Yan Sheng's hand and put it on his stomach, and closed his eyes again.

The panic of losing everything in the dream gradually dissipated, and after waking up, there was a feeling of gratitude.

"If the fever doesn't subside, I'll get an injection tomorrow morning." Yan Sheng brushed the hair off his forehead.

Listening to Yan Sheng washing up, tidying up and going into the room to study, He Zhonghe has been staring in a daze, and the messy dream just continued was interrupted by small movements time and time again.

Around twelve o'clock, Yan Sheng came over and told him to go to bed and sleep.

"I can't move anymore." He Zhonghe hummed and sniffed, his sinuses felt as if two corks had been put in his sinuses, his head ached, he was sleepy, and his body ached.

"Hurry up, I don't care if you fall under the sofa in the middle of the night and the flying dog kicks your face."

He Zhonghe remained silent and continued to lie with his eyes closed.

The moment his body was suspended in the air, he suddenly woke up, and his nose gasped with fright.

"Hey hey!" He Zhonghe didn't know where to put his hands, he always felt that he was going to fall, and looked at Yan Sheng in horror.

Yan Sheng tilted his head to the side to signal him to put his arm around his neck.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, then carefully stretched out his arms to hug her.

Finally hugged again.

"...What good is it to you to strangle me to death?" Yan Sheng coughed twice.

He Zhonghe quickly loosened his grip, his whole body was tense, he was worried that he would be able to hug such a big goose: "Don't worry, master hurry up and put me down."

However, Yan Sheng easily turned upside down, and pressed his head to his body: "Let's rely on."

Hearing the sentence that the top of the head is very low and close, He Zhonghe felt that he melted a little.

Damn, it's so damn good to have a boyfriend, even a cold and a fever are so wonderful.

So obediently leaned against his left chest.

When he was a child watching TV late at night, he would pretend to be asleep on the sofa, let his mother hug him back to sleep, and then put his chin on his mother's shoulders before walking halfway, he couldn't hold back his giggling.

But it's different now, this is the first time he has been hugged so horizontally since he grew up.

When Yan Sheng carried him into the bedroom and walked to the bed, He Zhonghe put his arms around his neck and was not willing to let go.

Originally, he wanted to hold him like this for a while and then let go of a free fall, but Yan Sheng sighed and carried him out of the bedroom again.

"Why?" He Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, worried about Yan Sheng's physical strength, so he put his weight upwards, as if he could take some weight off Yan Sheng's arms.

Walking slowly to the balcony, Yan Sheng cleared his throat: "The balcony station is here. Passengers getting off the bus carefully check their belongings and get off in an orderly manner..."

"Crazy!" He Zhonghe vented his strength with a smile, and smacked him with his head.

Yan Sheng then walked to the restaurant: "The restaurant has arrived, the passengers getting off..."

Flying Dog ran over and grabbed his leg, and jumped on him.

Yan Sheng blinked: "This passenger, please check in here."

"When will you arrive at the terminal, master." He Zhonghe laughed for a long time, "You are out of gas."

Yan Sheng insisted on finishing a circle around the house, then walked back to the bedroom quickly, knocked his knee on the edge of the bed, and when He Zhonghe let go, he didn't support him, and fell on the bed for him.

One staggered and couldn't stop, Yan Sheng simply piled on top of him, and the two of them laughed for a while.

It's really the same as what Du Lanzhen said, the IQ is infinitely negative for a while.

He Zhonghe grabbed his arm and pressed it for him: "Are you sore?"

"It's sour." After turning around like this, he was a little out of breath.

He Zhonghe arched out from under him, got off the bed, clapped his hands and opened his arms.

"What are you doing?" Yan Sheng looked at him, "Isn't it good to torment the patient?"

"Hurry up." He Zhonghe didn't move, "I'll let you try it too, it's great."

It's as if a child is pestering someone to play with him, but Yan Sheng can't hold him back, so he wraps his arms around his neck.

He Zhonghe imitated him with one hand resting on his knees and the other clasping his shoulders. After thinking about it for a while, he stood up abruptly: "One...Two three take off!"

It may be that he underestimated the weakness of the limbs caused by the cold and fever, and He Zhonghe was paralyzed the moment he took off.

So Yansheng stopped in mid-air for three seconds, and then hit the bed with a bang.

"Hiss..." He slowly reached out to support his waist, "Then how about I play with it as a bouncy ball?"

He Zhonghe was very shameless, and quickly lifted his clothes: "It's all right, are you flashing your waist?"

"I can't move anymore..." Yan Sheng covered his waist with pain on his face, He Zhonghe gasped again when his fingers touched, "It hurts..."

He Zhonghe frowned, turned and walked out: "I'll go find a plaster."

Yan Sheng quickly put away the pain mask, sat up and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him back on his back.

The slippers were thrown quite far, and almost hit the flying dog who was passing by and wanted to hitch a ride.

Then he turned over, stuffed He Zhonghe under the quilt, quickly tucked up the corners of the quilt for him, and patted his ass: "It's not honest when you have a cold."

"Where are you touching your hand!" He Zhonghe was startled and moved.

The quilt was very technically tucked, and it didn't loosen after several movements.

"Touch here." Yan Sheng patted again.