What do you want to do

Zeno rummaged through his body and bag, but unfortunately he couldn't find it, and then he realized that the bag of medicine he was carrying just now was gone.

"...Sier? What are you thinking about!" The second child raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, puzzled to see that his mind was a little distracted.

Zi Nuo looked up at him, curled his lips and said, "I forgot the medicine I bought at the school hospital in Fengmo dormitory... It seems that I forgot my mobile phone there too."

"Go and get it back." The second child thought it was something, and it wasn't lost, seeing the bitterness and hatred on his face.

Zeno shook his head and sighed.

How could he tell these three people what happened just now, he remembered Feng Mo's glaring look just now, it was scary.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in two days." Anyway, the mobile phone is used to check the time and weather forecast every day, to send text messages to Wu Tian, ​​and then the other three people in the dormitory call him, and there is no one else.

Calling his parents is also once a month. He has already called this month. After a few days for Feng Mo to calm down a little, he will go to get the phone back. It should be... no problem, right?

The calculation in his mind was quite good, he sighed and dried his clothes, then turned around from the balcony and went back to the room, and saw the boss go to open the door of the dormitory, and then...

"Seal the ink?!"

Looking at the people standing outside the door, Zeno was dumbfounded.

"You run quite fast." Feng Mo stepped into the room with a cold handsome face, then stared at Qino, and frowned when he saw him with his sleeves rolled up, and asked: "Are you well?"

"...I'm doing laundry." Zeno put down his sleeves, blinked, and quietly swallowed his saliva.

He was afraid that Feng Mo would step over, he was very afraid.

Although he would fight against Feng Mo when he got angry, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of the fire-breathing dragon, especially when Feng Mo looked calm but was burning with anger.

The boss, the second and the third also looked at Feng Mo. They didn't know why the captain came here, but one thing is certain, he came to find Zeno.

"Hey, that...captain? How about we avoid it?" The boss coughed lightly and asked a little nervously.

Feng Mo tilted his head and glanced at him, then shook his head, meaning no, there was nothing to avoid.

"Come here, don't take your medicine and mobile phone, you don't want to recover from your illness, do you?" Feng Mo handed him the small bag in his hand, then turned and left.

Zeno glanced at the bag in his hand and whispered, "Thank you."

Feng Mo turned his head and glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget what you promised me next Sunday, I'll come and pick you up in the morning." After saying this, he went out the door and strode away.

Zi Nuo pursed his lower lip, took out his phone and looked at it, it turned out to be on.Thinking that Feng Mo might have charged him with charging, he didn't care, and was going to wash his face and go to sleep.

After all, my body is still suffering from a cold, even if I don't have a fever, I still feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Si Er, do you have any secrets with Captain Feng?" The third child's eyes were full of suspicion. None of them had ever seen the captain so warm-hearted. Dating, this is big news, okay, it's so explosive.

Zeno glanced at him, and said without expression: "I just went to play with his younger siblings, what's wrong?"

It's very wrong, just talking about it with his younger siblings is already very wrong, but after looking at Zeno's expressionless face, the third child shut up and didn't say any more.

Although the few of them knew that Qi Nuo usually behaved indifferently in the world, they were still more or less curious about Feng Mo, but one of the parties did not cooperate.

Zeno took a shower, didn't wipe his hair off, climbed onto the bed wet, and was about to fall back to sleep.

As a result, as soon as he lay down, the mobile phone that was charging there rang, and he was too lazy to climb down, so he called the boss who was playing with the computer to help him hand it over.

The boss didn't think much, picked up the phone and glanced at it, there were two large characters on it - Feng Mo.

With a trembling hand and a trembling heart, he felt that Feng Mo and Qinuo must be more than just ordinary friends. It's already ten o'clock in the evening, why are they still calling?

However, gossip is also divided into time periods, and this kind of time is not something he can ask.

Quickly handing the phone to Zeno, the boss turned around and sat back at his computer desk, but he was listening with his ears up.

Zeno took the phone and glanced at it. He was surprised that Feng Mo's number would be stored in his phone, but he was just stunned for a moment, then put the phone on his ear, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?" ?"

"Have you taken the medicine?" Feng Mo frowned, his voice was similar to that in the school hospital just now, and he probably had a fever again.

Zeno was stunned for a while before he realized it, then raised his hand to cover his eyes and murmured, "Forgot."

"Are you courting death? You'll be sick when you get better in the afternoon, take the medicine quickly, and don't be unable to play with my siblings when you get sick." Feng Mo's words are not at all humane However, Zeno twitched the corner of his mouth. Is this guy caring about himself?

"Understood, I'll eat it in a while." Turning over to face the wall, Zeno's voice was soft, and it sounded a bit coquettish when it came from the phone.

Feng Mo raised his hand to touch his nose, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Long Long, who was reading a book, looked up at him, then coughed uncomfortably, and ordered, "Hurry up and take your medicine, and die."

Although it looked fierce like that, Longlong knew that this guy's sullen temper was starting to cause trouble.

"I heard something a couple of days ago, can Marshal Feng clear it up for me a little bit?" He flipped a page of the book with his fingers, then half-raised his eyes to look at Feng Mo who was fiddling with his phone, curious, really very curious.

After all, they are friends for many years and still live in the same dormitory, Feng Mo will not lose his temper just because of Longlong's words, he nodded his head, as if you should ask.

"That freshman student named Qinuo, what's your relationship..." Feng Mo he knew didn't care about people casually, and he knew that Feng Mo had just gone out to deliver medicine and mobile phones to Zeno, After making this phone call, he really felt itchy like being scratched by a cat, curious and curious.

Feng Mo raised his eyebrows, smiled inscrutablely, and said nothing.

It seems that not only Zeno's roommate is curious, but even him, the vice president, is curious.

curious?Okay, I just won't tell you, and let you gossip about nothing.

Although Feng Mo seldom transfers to the BS in the school, he also knows that a small number of people are matched in various ways. There is a small group in the school called rotten girls.

Although he is the president, he will not deliberately prohibit these things. Each person has his own preferences, and they have no right to forcibly stop them.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Longlong just looked at himself with a smile, and his scalp was a little numb.

In fact, Feng Mo has many expressions, cold, serious, irritable, and even evil smiles, he has seen them all.

but……

It was the first time he saw such a naughty and treacherous smile with a little bit of calculation, and he had a feeling that someone was going to be unlucky.

Safeguarding oneself wisely, these four words appeared in his mind, Longlong shut his mouth and lowered his head to read the book.

Feng Mo was satisfied with his awareness of current affairs, then stretched his legs, leaned against the wall and continued to fiddle with the phone.

He wondered whether Zeno would obediently take his medicine, but he didn't know how he could be so "nosy".

But Feng Mo has one good thing, he doesn't like to think, and he basically doesn't get entangled in things that he can't figure out, so he is simply called, a tendon.

If you get it right, you get it right, don't think too much about it.

He felt that he cared about his health because he wanted Zeno to spend the weekend with his younger siblings, that must be the reason, and he would not think about other reasons.

It is easy to get a headache when you think so much, and it is easy to be irritable when you have a headache.

It was rare for Zeno not to be stubborn, he got up and poured a glass of water, then took the medicine, and then crawled back to sleep.

A series of actions showed his obedience, the boss was quite surprised.

The second child patted the eldest, then pointed at Zeno's position and motioned him to look.

The boss shook his head, which meant he didn't care.

The third child sat on his own bed, looked up at Zeno who was opposite him, then lay down on the bed and looked down, winking at the two of them.

"Go to bed early, there will be a competition in the courtyard tomorrow, don't say you two don't want to win the ranking." While talking, he waved his hands, the meaning was obvious, don't ask, it's useless to ask.

The two nodded at the same time, then went back to their respective beds, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Even if they are close friends, they still have their own secrets that cannot be shared, so there is no need to ask again, once or twice does not matter, too many times will be annoying.

Zeno slept until dawn, probably due to the medicine he took before going to bed. Although his face was still a little pale when he woke up in the morning, he was in good spirits and his head was not dizzy anymore.

Today is the second day of the sports meeting, and it is also a competition in the college. The top three in each department will compete, and if they win, they will get a lot of extra points.

Everyone was gearing up, standing on the playground in shorts and vests, waiting for someone from the sports department to reissue their numbers.

Feng Mo was sitting on the rostrum, lazily playing with the microphone. At this time, only the sophomores and juniors remembered that this is the serious president of the student union of the college. Although he is usually indifferent, he will appear on necessary occasions .

"Boys, the 5000-meter long-distance running final is about to start. Here, on behalf of the members of the student union of the college, I am cheering for you. Work hard, for the 1 points of No.20, work hard!"

Feng Mo's voice spread to every corner of the campus through the radio speakers, and those waiting for the game couldn't help but feel their stomachs ache. This Marshal Feng really doesn't hurt his back while standing and talking, and he is happy to see them suffer and suffer.

Zi Nuo covered himself tightly. If last year's padded jacket hadn't been shortened this year, he would have taken it out and put it on to keep warm. In the end, he still wore two long-sleeved shirts inside and the ink seal that dried in the morning The basketball team jacket, wearing a peaked cap, sitting in the front row, looking at the dozens of people on the playground.

He raised his eyebrows. It turned out that the competitions in the courtyard were mixed, regardless of grades.

"Si Er, drink water." The boss sat beside him, handed him the mineral water in his hand, and then gave him the medicine box in his hand, "Here you are."

Zeno looked at him puzzled, and asked, "I took my medicine in the morning, but it's not time yet."

"..." The boss really wanted to roll his eyes, and he didn't want to be nosy, but Captain Feng asked him to give the medicine to Qinuo, so he couldn't help it.

"Quiet Feng asked me to bring it for you. If you don't want to eat it, you can leave it alone. Don't say I didn't help."

Zeno nodded, put the medicine into his pocket, then turned his head and continued to look at the playground, but he thought in his heart, what does Feng Mo mean?