I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"Wen Yu?" Song Qiulin wiped his hair and walked around the dormitory before confirming the fact that she was not there.

The dumplings with the cover on the table were no longer steaming, and there were not a few of them. After Song Qiulin put on a new dry coat and went downstairs to warm up again, Wen Yu broke open the door and came in.

She was still panting, probably from running back and forth, the shoes on her feet had been soaked in muddy water, it was horrible.

Wen Yu kicked off his shoes and pulled out the plastic bag he was protecting from his arms, "Hurry up and take your medicine."

Holding the bowl of dumplings, Song Qiulin was stunned for a rare moment, "Did you go to the infirmary?"

"Otherwise, why didn't you say you were all wet, then I let you wash it first." Wen Yu came over and touched Song Qiulin's forehead with the back of his hand, "It's really hot."

Song Qiulin's eyes fell on Wen Yu's frowning brows, turned around, and looked into her clear eyes, "Did you buy me the medicine?"

"Otherwise, are there any other idiots here who are going to catch a cold? What about your brain, Song Qiulin?" Wen Yu glared at her, squatted down and picked up a thermos bottle and poured out a glass of water. Feeling covered in sweat, anyway, you have a leave form."

Song Qiulin took a sip of water, and swallowed the medicine under Wen Yu's supervision, "What about you?"

Wen Yu paused when he twisted the lid, and looked at Song Qiulin who was sitting on the chair and looked up at him. Suddenly, he had the illusion that the other party didn't want her to leave.

"I what."

"Are you staying with me?" Song Qiulin licked his lower lip, probably because his mouth was dry.

Wen Yu looked away, "I..."

"Sister Song! I heard that you have a fever, so I specially bought vegetable porridge for you!" Zhang Youyuan's loud voice penetrated the corridor and the door and pierced into the ears of the two.

Song Qiulin pursed his lips, and turned his head towards the door. Judging from his eyes, he didn't seem to be moved by the love of Zhang Youyuan's classmates.

"I remember seeing you holding an umbrella when I came back. Why are you still in the rain?"

"Who said I got caught in the rain?"

Zhang Youyuan pointed, "No, you are at the same table."

Wen Yu looked aside.

Tang Yi walked in and closed the door, "You may not be full just eating porridge, I went to the first floor of the cafeteria and bought you a bone soup, drink some to warm your body."

Wen Yu took it and helped Song Qiulin open the lid, "Drink, you are being watched by the three of us now."

Zhang Youyuan's bed was right next to the wall against the table, and she lay her hands on the edge of the table, thinking about Song Qiulin with a strange expression on her face, "I thought you wouldn't get sick, it's amazing."

"What's amazing? Does she have horns on her head or a tail behind her back? Go out in the rain this weather and see if you have a cold." Wen Yu slapped her.

"Yes, Sister Song, you will catch a cold when you get wet in the rain. You are a person with an umbrella, why did you get caught in the rain?"

Song Qiulin lowered his eyelids and blew lightly on the porridge, "The rain is too heavy to hold."

"Then do you ask for leave tonight? I don't think the rain will stop for a while. After you go out, you will catch a cold again. Such a baby's brain can't be burned out."

Song Qiulin twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and gave her a half-smile, "You really know how to talk."

In the end Wen Yu still stayed, looking at Song Qiulin's pale face, she was worried.

"Sister Song is sick, why don't you go to evening self-study, your competition class has privileges." Zhang Youyuan complained before leaving, and immediately slapped Tang Yi on the head.

"If you want to bring supper at night, send me a message, and I will take it away." Tang Yi said to Wen Yu, and left with Zhang Youyuan's collar.

After the dormitory was too busy and quiet again, the atmosphere was very deserted, only the sound of rain outside the window.

There was only half a bowl of Song Qiulin's porridge left, and there were still a lot of dumplings in Wen Yu's bowl. Except for the few that were given to Tang Yi and Zhang Youyuan just now, she didn't move much.

"Dumplings, give me one." Song Qiulin took the initiative to speak, then raised his head, "Isn't today the winter solstice?"

"Ah, good." Wen Yu pushed the bowl over, "You can eat it all."

Song Qiulin's long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, "I only want one."

She said so, but she didn't put down the spoon in her hand. Wen Yu reacted, took one with the chopsticks and handed it over.

Song Qiulin turned his face to the side, lowered his head, bit away and chewed carefully.

Wen Yu stared at the slightly bulging cheeks when she was eating, and suddenly had the illusion that she was feeding a small animal.

The main reason is that Song Qiulin, who was sick, looked too docile and unaggressive, which made her feel like a mother's love, and even wanted to poke her, but as soon as the thought came to her head, her body reacted impulsively .

When Song Qiulin's surprised eyes met hers, Wen Yu's whole body burned and burned like a guilty conscience.

What a crime.

"What are you looking at, eat yours." Wen Yu raised his breath and pretended to be very imposing, but in fact his legs were almost weak.

She is now afraid that Song Qiulin will ask "what are you doing", then she will never be able to tell a suitable lie to hide it.

Staring at Song Qiulin and swallowing what was in his mouth, Wen Yu felt as if she swallowed her saliva too. Just when she thought Song Qiulin was going to say something, the other party just lowered her eyes and continued to drink the bowl of boiling water. Porridge.

It seemed that he didn't intend to argue with Wen Yu.

Song Qiulin didn't care about it, but Wen Yu, who usually climbed up the pole the most vigorously, didn't have the courage to make further progress. She shrank obediently in the corner, waiting for Song Qiulin to finish the bowl of porridge and then lay down slowly on the bed before moving her buttocks down. The chair sits at the table.

She now has a stack of unfilled homework in her schoolbag to write.

"What about your homework?" Wen Yu actually wanted to ask if he wanted to copy mine, but this was too insulting.

"I wrote a little between classes in the afternoon, and I will make up the rest tomorrow morning."

After Song Qiulin finished speaking, there was no movement, not even the sound of turning over, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Wen Yu bravely glanced back at her, this man wrapped himself up tightly, only the top of his head was exposed.

"Sleeping?" Wen Yu asked softly.

There was a muffled "hmm" from under the quilt.

Wen Yu held the pen in his left hand and turned it around, and found that he couldn't calm down at all, and his attention was not on the test paper at all, but seemed to be tied to the person behind his head by a tendon.

After 5 minutes, Wen Yu spoke again, in an extremely low voice, as if afraid of being heard.

"Song Qiulin, are you asleep?"

"No." Song Qiulin turned over, his voice seemed hoarse than before, "Which question can't you?"

"It's not a question, I want to ask you something else."

"Ask." Concise and concise.

"You afternoon..." Wen Yu found that he didn't know how to ask.

——Did you get caught in the rain this afternoon?

Isn't that for sure? Everyone has a cold.

——Why do you hold up the umbrella for me?

This question is too cheap and good-looking.

"It's okay, you go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore." After thinking for a long time, Wen Yu clenched the body of the pen, and finally gave up.