are you straight

At 12:[-] noon, Song Ji was woken up by a painful whine mixed with crashing sounds.

The hangover didn't feel good. When I opened my eyes, I had a severe headache. Last night, Zhou You carried Lin Ning back. As soon as I entered the dormitory, I turned down the air conditioner, and didn't turn it back before going to bed. Song Ji woke up several times from the cold last night. Second-rate.

Zhou You stuck his head out on the bed to look at Lin Ning who was sitting on the ground: "What are you doing? After the military training, I finally got to sleep late, and I kept people from going to sleep early in the morning."

Lin Ning was still holding a slipper in his hand with a dazed expression: "Fuck, why are you so dizzy, I almost fell to my death when I went down the stairs."

Song Ji sat up and was about to speak, but his throat felt a little itchy. He coughed to reduce his discomfort, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Lin Ning stood up and put on his shoes: "Maybe something is wrong, maybe it's okay, I haven't felt any pain yet."

"Then your conditioned reflexes are really slow." Zhou You yawned big, "What time is it?"

Lin Ning said: "It's 12 o'clock, hurry up and have lunch."

Song Ji searched all over the bed but couldn't find his cell phone. Finally, he found the cell phone turned off on the table. Last night he threw the cell phone away and went to bed directly after taking a shower.

Zhou You curled up on the bed and refused to get up, Lin Ning splashed water on his face in the bathroom, Song Ji sat quietly on the chair and waited for the phone to turn on.

He thought about the stupid things he did last night.

Called Brother Law.

what else?

Oh, step on Jiang Zhilu's shadow.

Song Ji hammered his head, why is he so childish after drinking.

The door of the dormitory was knocked, and Song Ji's discomfort moved from his throat to his head. He was not energetic, and his nose was very stuffy. After the door rang for a while, he didn't react to speak.

There was no knock on the door, and Song Ji said dizzily, "Come in."

Everyone out there is probably gone.

Yu Zetian went out early in the morning, but the door was not locked.

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened.

Jiang Zhilu came in from the door, holding a few bottles of sober drinks in his hand.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Ji who had just woken up. His hair was unkempt and piled on his head like fried hair. The collar of his pajamas was too big, revealing half of his fair shoulders and collarbone. Red marks from the pillow.

The whole person was leaning on the chair and squinting half-eyed at the black and white Apple screen on the table, exuding the air of not waking up, don't mess with me.

Jiang Zhilu put drinks on everyone's table, and Song Ji didn't look up at him when he walked to Song Ji's side.

He raised his hand to pull Song Ji's collar that had fallen on his shoulders, and then put the sober drink on Song Ji's table.

Song Ji suddenly woke up when he saw a hand appearing in front of his eyes, and looked up to the side: "Why are you here?"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if covered by a layer of sand, Jiang Zhilu looked down and saw Song Ji's pale lips.

"Uncomfortable?" Jiang Zhilu asked.

Song Ji rubbed his throat: "My throat is a bit uncomfortable, maybe the air conditioner was turned on low last night."

Lin Ning just turned back the temperature of the air conditioner, so the temperature in the dormitory is still a little low.

"Do you have a fever?"

Song Ji raised his hand and touched his forehead, a slight heat spread to his palm: "No."

He put down his hand, brushed Jiang Zhilu's arm with his fingertips, and his hand was pulled.

Jiang Zhilu frowned: "Your hands are too cold."

Lin Ning heard Jiang Zhilu's voice from the balcony, and when he came out, he shouted without hesitation, "Ah Lu, why are you..."

Lin Ning's voice was clear, Jiang Zhilu put his palm on Song Ji's forehead, Song Ji raised his head, Jiang Zhilu bent down, very close to Song Ji, from his point of view, the movements of the two were very close. intimate.

Those who didn't know thought the two were kissing, but luckily he knew it wasn't.

Lin Ning walked behind Song Ji and realized that it was an illusion. Jiang Zhilu was far away from Song Ji, and the angle just now was misplaced.

"A Song, what's wrong?"

When Jiang Zhilu put down his hands, he smoothed Song Ji's hair: "I have a low fever."

Song Ji straightened his head and stared blankly at the front. How did it feel when Jiang Zhilu touched him just now?

I don't know, he just felt that his skin was very hot.

He thought again of Jiang Zhilu rubbing his head in the car last night, and the painful place where he was bumped suddenly stopped hurting.

"I'm a bit confused." Seeing Song Ji's abnormal state, Lin Ning said, "Normally he has never tried to sit still all the time. He is really sick."

"The sober drink is on your table." Jiang Zhilu said, "I'll go out for a while."

When Song Ji heard that Jiang Zhilu was leaving, he grabbed him by the hem of his clothes: "Where are you going?"

I regretted it a bit after I finished.

Where does he go to care about his business, and what are you doing pulling the hem of his clothes?

Song Ji let go of Jiang Zhilu before he could speak, but his expression was a little disappointed.

Jiang Zhilu patted the back of Song Ji's head lightly: "Go out to buy medicine and porridge, what do you want to eat?"

Song Ji pursed his lips: "I don't choose."

Before Jiang Zhilu left, Lin Ning glanced at Lin Ning, and Lin Ning said affectionately, "You don't need to bring us food, Zhou You and I ordered takeaway."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhilu closed the door.

Lin Ning said to Song Ji: "I just found out that Brother Lu is a warm-hearted person."

Only you feel it.

Zhou You was awakened by the sound of closing the door: "What's wrong?"

"What do you want to eat? I ordered takeaway." Lin Ning opened the takeaway software.

Zhou You said without thinking, "I'll eat whatever Ah Song eats."

"A Song, you don't have a share in the love takeaway." Lin Ning said.

Zhou You sat up suddenly: "Why? Whoever delivered him food, could it be that Ah Song's famous grass has an owner? I just slept back in the cage, how could it be a change."

Zhou You talked further and further, Lin Ning quickly stopped him: "No, Ah Song has a fever, Brother Lu went out to buy him medicine and food. By the way, he even brought us sober drinks."

"Oh, it's all right." Zhou You changed his face instantly, "Ah Song, are you all right, is there any other discomfort?"

Song Ji tapped his phone a few times, but there was no particularly important news: "It's nothing, it's just a small cold."

"I have cold medicine in the cabinet, if you need it, just ask me."

"it is good."

Song Ji felt better after washing up. After sitting down, he clicked on Jiang Zhilu's chat page, thinking about it for a while but didn't know what to post.

【SJ: I don't seem to have anything else to do, so you don't have to travel far to buy me medicine. 】

There is no pharmacy in the school, only the school doctor's office, but today is the weekend that the school doctor's office is closed, so I can only go to the pharmacy outside the school to buy medicines.

After the meeting, Jiang Zhilu replied a voice message.

Song Ji clicked on it and put the phone close to his ear.

"What to eat?"

[SJ: Anything is fine. 】

"Do you want to put onions?"

[SJ: No. 】

After Song Ji replied no, the other party didn't reply in a second. He typed in the chat box: Actually, you can also eat it.

Before pressing send, the other party replied to the message.

The first second when the voice was turned on was Jiang Zhilu's chuckle.

"Who said no to pick?"

Song Ji's ears turned red for a moment, it was because he said not to be picky, and it was because he said not to let go of green onions.

He suddenly felt as if he was contradicting himself.

Zhou You saw Song Ji's face blushing after ordering takeaway, thought something happened, and asked nervously, "Why is your face so red? What's wrong?"

Lin Ning turned to look at Song Ji: "Is it cold or hot?"

Song Ji shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a little hot."

Zhou You looked up at the air conditioner, it was 27 degrees, is it hot?

[SJ: I said so. 】

Song Ji put down the phone and didn't look at it again, and the phone didn't ring the sound of WeChat.

Three or 10 minutes later, Zhou You went downstairs to get takeout. When he went out, he was alone, and when he came back, he was two people.

"What delicious food did you buy?" Zhou You asked Jiang Zhilu.

"Eat lightly when you have a fever." Jiang Zhilu put the packed food and medicine on Song Ji's table.

Song Ji asked: "Have you eaten?"

Jiang Zhilu picked up a box of medicine to check the usage and dosage: "Take two pills after eating."

"Shen Yu ordered me takeaway."

Song Ji nodded in response.

Zhou You untied the takeaway bag and asked, "Shen Yu got up? Last night, I was so troubled that I wanted to throw him on the street."

Jiang Zhilu helped Song Ji open the takeaway box: "So he hasn't dared to leave the dormitory until now."

Song Ji asked: "Why?"

Only the people in the two dormitories knew that Shen Yu was drunk, but it wasn't that serious.

Jiang Zhilu said, "Last night he knocked on the doors on the first floor."

... This is too embarrassing, and it is right not to dare to go out.

Song Ji couldn't imagine how embarrassing the scene last night was.

"Fortunately, you were a little good last night." Jiang Zhilu said softly.

Song Ji asked: "If I was drunk like Shen Yu, would you throw me on the street?"

This is a hypothesis and an imagination.

Jiang Zhilu pretended to think about it, and gave the sick person a face: "I will still take care of it. In order not to embarrass you, I can only pick you up and go back to the dormitory."

After listening to Jiang Zhilu's words, Song Ji thought to himself: Why didn't he go crazy with alcohol last night.

Yu Zetian came back from the library. As soon as he entered the door, he looked at Song Ji's seat, and when he found that Jiang Zhilu was there, his face suddenly became ugly.

Jiang Zhilu bowed his head and talked to Song Ji: "After taking the medicine, I will sleep for a while, and I will come to see you later."

Song Ji swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and said, "No need, I'll get better after a night of sleep, and I don't feel dizzy anymore."

Jiang Zhilu patted Song Ji's head again, ready to leave the dormitory.

As soon as Yu Zetian came back, he wanted to find a sense of presence: "Who has turned the air conditioner so high that it even saves electricity bills on such a hot day?"

He saw the remote control on Song Ji's seat, walked over and took the remote control "Didi" a few times to adjust the air conditioner to 18 degrees.

Zhou You frowned and watched Yu Zetian's series of movements: "Ah Song has a fever, besides, is it that hot?"

"It's almost 40 degrees outside now, do you think it's hot or not?" Yu Zetian returned to his seat, "If you have a fever, put on more clothes, there's no need for the three of us to accommodate him."

Lin Ning stood up and turned back the temperature of the air conditioner: "I'm a little cold, let's turn it up a bit."

Zhou You raised his hand: "I'm also a little cold, and I don't want to wear clothes, so I can only turn up the temperature."

After the adjustment, Zhou You asked Yu Zetian: "It should be fine."

Yu Zetian was speechless, he only aimed at Song Ji, and he didn't want to tear his face with others.

Jiang Zhilu stood at the door: "Remember to take your medicine."

Song Ji let out an "ah" and turned to him: "Okay."

Jiang Zhilu took a look at Yu Zetian before leaving.

Yu Zetian didn't stay in the dormitory for long, he went out soon, Zhou You and the others were used to Yu Zetian often going to the library, after what happened today, they didn't expect this person to be so out of character.

The author has something to say: ~ Next time Ah Song may go crazy with alcohol.