Lingering heart palpitations

There is about a week until final exams.

Yu Ran leaned his head on the desk and turned to the left, with a cup filled with hot water sticking to his face, "Zhou Mo, do you want to participate in the winter camp for the competition during the winter vacation?"

"Yes, how about you?"

"Hmm..." She thought about it carefully, "I want to participate, it seems that Bai Qinglang will also participate."

"Where's your brother?"

"Not participating, he feels too tired."

"It's quite tiring," Zhou Mo nodded in agreement, "I asked our math teacher for two sets of questions from the previous math competition two days ago. It's too much, and it gave me a headache."

"You're sure to be fine—" Yu Ran said.

Yu Ran is not the only one who thinks so. There are not many teachers in the first grade group who don't know her. In the unified age examination several times a semester, except for one time when she missed an answer sheet, every time she is the first grade student in her grade One, science and comprehensive subjects are almost all full marks. Although the scores in liberal arts are not so good, the scores are also very high, because in the nine subjects, they can crush the younger second by more than 100 points every time.

Yu Ran sighed faintly, "By my side, brother, you and Bai Qinglang are all so good at mathematics, why didn't I absorb the fairy energy at all......"

Zhou Mo thought for a while, "Is it a mentality problem?"

"...I don't know, I will buy a new math notebook after every monthly exam, and I plan to start over...".

"The results of it?"

Not to mention.

Yu Ran raised his head, pouted with some dissatisfaction.

"It's clearly repeating the same mistakes."

"puff--"

The two of them were talking when Xu Zixin walked in through the back door, turned around and asked Yu Ran before putting down his bag.

"Your brother is sick?"

When he was still at school, he received a text message from Yu Jing, saying that he had a cold and would not go to school today.

"Is it serious?" Xu Zixin frowned, "Is there anyone in your family to take care of you?"

Yu Ran replied truthfully, "I have a bit of a fever. The body temperature was 37.5 degrees this morning. I took antipyretic medicine and fell asleep...Auntie hasn't come these few days and is on vacation."

"...No one is taking care of him now? Who will make you lunch later?"

"Go back to order takeaway at noon. I want to ask for leave today to take care of him. My brother kicked me out to go to school and said don't disturb him to rest and sleep."

Xu Zixin put down his bag and made a decision without any hesitation, "I'll take care of him."

"..." Yu Ran nodded as if he had expected this result a long time ago, "Go ahead, it's inconvenient for him to be alone at home."

Yu Ran handed over a post-it note, "This is our house number." After thinking for a while, he reached out and took out a cartoon key bag from his schoolbag, "You just open the door and go in, don't let my brother get up and open the door for you."

Xu Zixin raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, and reached out to take the things. Just as he was about to tease him, he caught a glimpse of Director Quan who was patrolling the corridor at the back door, and turned around quickly.

When Director Quan left, Xu Zixin took the bag and went to the head teacher to sign a leave note.

Zhou Mo glanced at Xu Zixin's back, and asked Yu Ran, "Why did you lose your temper today?"

"My brother is sick, and no one can take care of him...but I'm sure I can't stop him, but Xu Zixin can definitely take care of my brother, and he has to bear half of the responsibility for this illness."

"What?" Zhou Mo showed a look of astonishment, and suddenly thought of something.

"My brother has been staying up until two o'clock every day these days, as if he was preparing some study notes for him... The spirit is not very good, and he will get sick if he doesn't pay attention."

"...Oh, that's it." Zhou Mo showed a clear expression, and suppressed the evil thoughts that suddenly appeared in him, "I said why Xu Zixin has to take classes seriously recently."

-

After taking antipyretics in the morning, I lay on the bed groggy, dizzy, my cheeks were flushed with fever, and I had an antipyretic patch on my forehead.

There is a glass of cold boiled water and a few antipyretics on the bedside table.

The heating was turned on in the room, and he must have been a little hot. He was exposed from his chest to his arms, and his left foot was not covered, and he was wearing a thin set of pajamas.

The antipyretics contained sleep aids, but he was really uncomfortable. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and he couldn't tell where he was uncomfortable. He just felt a little light, couldn't use his hands and feet, and his head seemed to be run over.

During this period of time, there were quite a lot of people in the class who caught a cold, and I don't know if they were infected by someone.

He coughed twice, and in a daze, he seemed to hear a soft sound of a locked lock coming from outside the bedroom.

There was a faint sound of footsteps.

Is Aunt Fang here?

The bedroom door was ajar, and there was a soft knock.

Yu Ji turned over with some difficulty, turned to the side of the bedroom door, opened some red eyes, and looked at the person coming.

A cold slows down reactions.

After Yu Jing hadn't realized who the person in front of him was, a warm palm touched his forehead where the antipyretic patch was not applied.

"It's still a little hot, when did you start to have a fever?"

Before he could answer, Xu Zixin's hand moved to his cheek again, "The face is also very hot, are you sure it's only 37.5?"

After lingering fear, her dry lips moved, her voice was hoarse than usual, "...Why are you here?"

The other party didn't answer him, but pulled the duvet over and covered his exposed part.

Yu Ji leaned against the edge of the pillow without moving, turned sideways, and quietly looked at the face in front of him: his brows were slightly furrowed, not very happy, the straight bridge of his nose was sharp, and his jaw was tense.It still has that woody scent.

After finishing the quilt, Xu Zixin met his moist eyes, and his face moved closer.

Yu Ji thought that he was going to kiss him, so he quickly reached out and covered the other's mouth.

"No...it will be contagious to you." Yu Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and shrank back a little.

Xu Zixin's tense expression finally eased, and he couldn't help but chuckled, reached out and grabbed the other's hand covering his mouth, and sent him back to the bed, "I want to say, your breath is hot. "

Yu Ji cleared his throat, and said with some difficulty, "You will fall behind if you don't go to school today, your foundation is already poor enough—"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Zixin's lips were already pressed against her, but only lightly.

"If you talk about this again, I'm going to seriously shut you up. When the time comes, I'll be infected and I'll have to continue asking for leave."

The remaining jitters shrank on the bed and made no sound.

Xu Zixin plucked a tuft of hair around his ear, and said, "Go to sleep, I'll cook the porridge."

Yu Jing's head was buried under the quilt, and his voice was muffled, "I don't want to drink porridge."

Xu Zixin sat next to his bed, with one leg folded, and reached out to touch his stomach, "Why don't you want to? You should eat lightly when you're sick."

The other party tore off the quilt a little, only one head was exposed, and looked up at him, "It's too bland...no appetite."

When he spoke, his nasal voice was very heavy, and it sounded more coquettish than usual. Xu Zixin suddenly felt like he was talking to that little nephew who was only a few years old.

He looked at the morbidly red cheeks with lingering fear, couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch the other's face.

Feels a lot like marshmallows in a pinch bag.

Yu Ji's illness is like being drunk, with a naive attitude.

She turned her head slightly to avoid his hand, and let out a soft hum in her throat, "I want to eat hot pot."

"..." Xu Zixin reached out and covered his chest with a strange expression.This lingering fear, which was different from usual, made him very fond of it.

"...What's the matter with you?" Yu Ji moved in the bed, adjusted a comfortable position and raised his eyes to look at him, the corners of the raised eyes were slightly red, showing a certain kind of coquettishness.

"Don't be like this..." Xu Zixin touched him harder through the quilt, "It's you who can't stand it for a while."

A momentary look of astonishment appeared on Yu Jing's face, and he didn't speak. His head moved twice under the quilt, and his face appeared again, holding the mobile phone in his hand, muttering to himself, "I'll light the hot pot, you eat it." Tomato pot or butter spicy?"

Xu Zixin reached out and snatched his mobile phone, "The hot pot is too mixed, you can just drink porridge, I bought the ingredients, which one do you drink."

"Oh!!" Yu Ji cried out in frustration, turned his back to him, and ignored him.

Xu Zixin really wanted to hug such lingering fears into his arms, but worried about his illness, he went out of the room to cook porridge.